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ozzgin · 5 months

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I can order a yandere cute (kawaii), who maybe because of his cute and innocent appearance managed to get close to his beloved, but maybe this boy is not only cute and has a very disturbing past...

When you described a cute yandere with a messed up past, all I could think of was Kanato from Diabolik Lovers. This one's less of an asshole though. Hopefully. I also wasn't sure what you had in mind for 'disturbing past', I may have gone overboard.

Cute!Twisted! Yandere x Reader

Children will say the strangest things. Such as the marriage promise you’ve received from the little boy you befriended a long time ago, when you were rather young yourself. Yet sometimes the words aren’t entirely devoid of meaning. He definitely hasn’t forgotten his intentions, and your current fiancé is a mere delay to his plans.

TW: mentions of abuse, obsessive behavior, violence, small age gap, death

He still remembers the day you met, so clearly and vividly. His most cherished memory.

It was particularly cold despite the sun and his feet were hurting. He didn't have the time to put any shoes on, he ran out the moment he'd heard the sound of glass breaking.

Mother was so scary when she'd get upset. The bulging eyes, the screaming mouth, the wild hair scattered over her face, darkening her features.

What if she were to follow him outside? No, she was never mean in front of others. Then again, the street was empty...He bit apart the skin on his fingers in panic.

"Isn't it a bit late for pajamas?"

His eyes darted up and met hers. A girl somewhat taller and older, holding a basketball under her arm and staring intently, visibly confused. He was, after all, shivering outside by himself, barefoot and in sleeping garments in bright daylight. He blushed in embarrassment.

"I snuck out for some fresh air."

"Rebellious already, huh?" She smirked and walked over, dropping herself on the sidewalk next to him. "I'm (Y/N). Do you live in the area? We could hang out when you feel like it. No need to sit by yourself."

She pointed to a house unexpectedly close. Has she always been nearby? Then again, he was never allowed outside. Besides the spontaneous escapades in order to avoid the burning rage, he didn't see other people much. It had always been him and Mother.

For his own good, really. At least that's what Mother used to say. When she wasn't angry, she'd cry and hold him tight, telling him how much she pities him between hiccups and candid sobs. A vile creature like him would surely be mocked by the rest of the world. Not his fault, the poor little angel. Alas, his miserable fate still had a glimpse of hope, because Mother would never abandon him. He would always find acceptance from her all-forgiving heart.

And yet, there was always the seed of suspicion in the depths of his mind. Her sweet, soothing words felt like a hot slap over the blooming wounds already adorning his body, shaping a paradox.

Then he met you. You didn't seem to be disturbed by his presence. The following days, whenever he approached you, you'd welcome him with the same warm smile. Just like you promised. He couldn't find the ridicule he'd so often been warned about.

The puzzle pieces didn't fit together, and it became painfully obvious once Mother confronted him about his secret outings. Somehow her wrath had faded. Her shouts were mere waves echoing from somewhere distant, only grazing by his ears. She must've noticed his indifference, too, because she began rummaging her pockets for the basement key. Perhaps an old fashioned discipline would have helped him regain his voice. But the dark, cramped walls of the basement no longer frightened him. During his time spent outside, he had discovered a fact of stunning novelty:

He didn't have to listen to her. Staring into her ferocious, bottomless pits, he only found the reflection of (Y/N)'s face. Her peaceful, loving expression, devoid of pain, or fury, or punishment.

His little hands reached for the box cutter.

"It's you that has to go downstairs, Mother. You're a liar. I hate liars."

Was it the right choice? His small outburst had ultimately cost him your company. That evening he politely called emergency to let them know his Mother had gone mad. And so they dispatched a couple of officers to investigate the gruesome cadaver, sprawled along the stairs with too many gashes to count. They shyly investigated the basement, and a social worker carefully inspected the little boy's abundant markings. This couldn't have been a suicide, but the tearful, frightened eyes of the child kept them from pressing further. Whoever had stepped foot into their home that day most likely did him a favor. Nonetheless, he was now essentially orphaned, requiring an adult, and was swiftly shipped to the first available relative.

He didn't have the time to meet you one last time. A shameful departure given his final meeting: completely inebriated with ardent affection, he dared to present to you his innermost wish. One day he'd marry you, he was certain of it. You chuckled and extended your pinky finger reassuringly. A sealed deal.

All he had was your name and your promise and God, how dearly he clung to them every night, every passing year. His true glimmer of hope.

You're scrolling through your emails, waiting for the bus to arrive, when a gentle tap on the shoulder startles you. Behind you is a young man, although the soft, feminine features give him more of an androgynous appearance.

"May I help you?"

"You're (Y/N), aren't you?" he bats his eyelashes expectantly.

"I am, but how do you-"

You gaze at the stranger intently. The big, innocent eyes, the childish demeanor, there's a certain familiarity to it. Who could it be? Suddenly you're overwhelmed by nostalgia.

"It's you! How many years...? And you haven't changed one bit!" You laugh merrily at the sight of your shy, quiet friend, all grown up.

"H-hey now, surely I look more mature this time." He tries to emulate a somber frown as a way to prove his adulthood. "Do you have time? I'd love to catch up."

He missed you so much.

"Right now is a little difficult, but I'll tell you what. Why don't you come over to our place in the near future?"

Huh?

"This way I can introduce you to my fiancé!" You flash him your phone in order to exchange numbers, enthusiastic about the surprise reunion.

He vacantly stares at the lockscreen depicting an unknown man holding you close to him. When he searched for your name online, he didn't find anything regarding a relationship. He didn't expect this. He shouldn't have expected this. His fingers tighten around the small velvet box in his pocket.

Did you forget your promise to him? Or was everything a lie? No, you wouldn't...you couldn't...He fucking hates liars. But you're not one of them, are you? You're not like Mother. No, no, no, no. Breathe. It's his fault. Of course, naturally. He vanished without a word and you must've thought he abandoned you. How careless of him. How terribly rude to blame you for his mistakes. It's okay, it's alright. He'll make it up to you. Sweet, darling (Y/N).

"Are you okay?"

He looks up and notices your worried face.

"Me? Yes, definitely. I was just a little surprised. Hehe. Who would've thought?" He grins and winks at you. "I have an even better idea! Why don't you two come to my apartment instead? I never got the chance to congratulate you for your engagement."

"Gosh, haha, don't worry about i-"

"Please. Pretty please?" He pouts dramatically, holding onto your coat, and you blush slightly at the adorable display. "It's my way of thanking you for the nice childhood memories."

"You really have your way to convince people, huh?" You ruffle his hair and he lowers his head, enjoying the touch. "I'll let my fiancé know."

"Such a cozy place you got yourself!" You beam at the lovely atmosphere of the room. Everything is bright and inviting.

"Uh huh. The ladies must love you." Your fiancé follows up in agreement, snacking on the fancy appetizers.

The young man places a tray on the table and hands you both a glass of sparkling wine.

"Do you live alone? I refuse to believe you don't have a girlfriend." You joke and turn to your partner. "He was a real loner back then. Never saw him around other kids."

"Don't out me like that, (Y/N)!" He pinches your cheek humorously. "As a matter of fact, I do have a girlfriend."

Your fiancé raises his eyebrows, encouraging the boy to continue with details, while he gulps down the pleasantly aromatic drink. Must be expensive.

"Then why didn't you bring her here? I want to meet her!" You whine.

The man fiddles with his glass, observing the air bubbles that rush to the surface.

"You already know her."

"Oh?"

Distracted by this knowledge, you stretch for your own glass and accidentally grab the one belonging to your fiancé. Before you can bring it to your lips, your head swings to the side and you can instantly feel your cheek throb, numb from the abrupt impact of someone's hand.

"Don't fucking touch it!"

Your childhood friend is standing before you, equally shocked by his act. He stares at his reddening palm and his face twists in terror.

"I-I'm...Oh God...I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I just, I didn't know what else to do. You have to understand, please. I'd never-"

As you listen to his erratic apology, you hear the wheezing coughs of your fiancé. His breathing is irregular and he scratches his throat, unable to verbalize his struggle to you. A white foam begins to form in the corners of his mouth. You try to get up, but the man's fingers dig into your face, forcing you back on the chair.

"Shhh shhh, it sounds uglier than it actually is. Trust me. Do you see now? I had to be a little rough, otherwise you would've gotten hurt. Hey! Look at me." He cups your cheeks with both of his hands, squatting in front of you. "Let him settle down. It won't be long."

Your vision becomes blurry.

"He needs an ambulance. Please. What did you do with the drinks?" You manage to blurt out.

"Won't make a difference."

He rests his gaze on your features for a few moments, admiring them dreamily.

"It breaks my heart when you're sad like this. Didn't I say this is an engagement celebration?"

Without breaking eye contact, he pulls out his treasured box and opens it in your lap, revealing a ring.

"I know I disappeared without a word, but I truly had no choice. This is my way of begging for your forgiveness. Not a day went by without thinking of you, (Y/N). I, heh...I actually got this many years ago. Just carried it in my pocket in case I ever found you again."

He giggles awkwardly, stroking your cheek protectively.

"So don't cry. I've kept my promise after all, didn't I? Aren't you proud of me~?"

By the time his little speech ends, the room has filled with silence. Your fiancé is slouching on the chair, still and quiet. The young boy picks up your limp body, humming cheerfully.

"You'll be the prettiest bride in the world.

Mine and mine only."

#female reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #male yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere original character #yandere childhood friend #tw yandere

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the-gateway-to-madness · 19 days

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Platonic dynamics I want to see more in the (tiny) Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons fandom:

Jack being like an older brother to Hiccup and sort of seeing an older version of Jamie in him and not scoffing at how nerdy he is ("holy crap you MADE this? Man show me how it works!!")

Rapunzel post-her-movie being all gung-ho and cheery, and Merida trying to get her to stop being so naïve, only for Rapunzel to calmly list all the ways she was betrayed and abused throughout her adventures (and you'd only have to go through the canon events of the movie and show to make this work, btw, girl's been through STUFF) and tells Merida she is upbeat and kind because she chooses to believe that most people are good, because so many people stuck with her through so much and so many people came back to her after betraying her. And Merida is like "well dang ok, wanna learn to shoot a bow"

Jack being calm, responsible, and protective of the others without becoming too angsty in the process- playing harmless little pranks to bring everyone's spirits up, that sort of thing

Merida being annoyed by Jack at first, but it's because she misses her brothers, not because she categorically dislikes the pranks. She tells Jack this and he asks her to join him doing pranks. She has much more fun after this.

Rapunzel is good at many things, but not so much inventing, as we see in TTS; her trying to assist Hiccup and him being good-natured about it but entirely accidentally outclassing her

Jack very deliberately keeping his past and loneliness to himself, and the others figuring out something's off because they never catch him sleeping, he's pensive when he's not interacting with them, he's got such wide and extensive experience, and he starts admitting bits and pieces like "I'm older than I look" etc etc

Jack never openly getting angry with the kids because they're kids and he's a Guardian, so instead when one of them is upset or trying to pick a fight with him, his staff will glow brighter or it'll get cloudier or windier or snowier- his magic responds, but Jack refuses to, making his calm all the more scary.

Jack being the first to realize Rapunzel has been through Stuff and sitting down with her when the other two are asleep "what happened to you?" entirely gently and patiently because HE'S A GOOD BIG BROTHER DANGIT I WANT THIS SIDE OF HIM TO SHOW MORE-

Hiccup worrying/getting upset/doing that I Have To Stand Alone thing and Rapunzel approaching him like "you're not the only one who grew up alone, you know. It's okay to rely on us, we won't let you down"

Hiccup doing the I Have To Stand Alone thing in general cause I don't see that a lot in crossovers or at least the arts

The others finding Jack in weird places because super-balance go brr

Jack being reluctant to touch any of the kids for any reason because he doesn't want to see the way they treat him change once they realize how cold and inhuman he really is

Merida recognizing Jack immediately as the only other obviously competent fighter by the way he moves (she was raised around all manner of warriors and guards, after all) and immediately setting about allying herself with him because Heaven knows they all need as much protection as they can get

Merida helping Hiccup to have a moment like he has in the HTTYD books where he realizes he's actually a really amazing swordfighter when he actually uses his dominant hand

Hiccup and Rapunzel asking Merida and Jack what siblings are like

Jack just treating them all like his little siblings

Jack and Merida gathering ingredients together and, depending on the region, Jack teaching Merida the safe local vegetation and herbs because he's been everywhere. Also, Jack teaching the others how to cook with local ingredients

Jack knowing a lot about herbal medicine and helping and teaching the others

After much internal deliberation, Jack choosing Hiccup to hold his staff while he takes care of two-handed tasks

Jack knowing how to style hair because of Mary, and he and Merida helping Rapunzel tame her hair

#rise of the guardians #rotg #jack frost #rotg jack frost #tangled #tangled rapunzel #tangled the series #brave #pixar brave #brave merida #how to train your dragon #hiccup horrendous haddock iii

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jazzyoranges · 6 months

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Can I humbly request Wednesday x winged reader? Like idk they have angel wings or bird wings or something

Maybe fluff with some angst/comfort >:D

Thanks for entertaining me

Feathers

young!Wednesday Addams x young!fem!reader

Summary: your parents fight. you don’t know where to go, so you run to your favorite Addams

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: hurt/comfort, domestic violence, implied alcoholic, toxic relationship (R’s parents), soft ooc Wednesday

A/n: R is a raven btw :) also don’t ask why Wednesday thinks and talks like a depressed poet at 7/8 yrs old. she’s just experiencing some big emotions 😞

You ran as fast as your little legs could take you. There wasn’t an exact location you were running to, but somehow you knew where you’d end up. Tears left your eyes and a few feathers had been plucked from your gorgeous wings. The night air sent shivers down your spine but you refused to look back. You never wanted to look back.

Tired, cold, and sleepy, the Addams Mansion finally came into view. It’s brambly trees threatened to scratch and pull at your skin, but you happily greeted the forest you’ve come to love. It reminded you of your favorite Addams.

The whistle of trees beckoned you away, but you fought against their singing and continued to the front of the mansion. You loudly knock against the large door, and a butler you recognize so dearly groans behind it.

“Mr. Lurch!” Your small voice cut through the dark night.

What anyone else would assume to be a groan of annoyance, you knew was one of confusion. Lurch takes one good look at you and scoops you into his arms, as if you weighed absolutely nothing. His feet thumped against the floors of the mansion and you could only assume he was taking you to the owners of the terrifyingly beautiful home.

Mrs. Addams and Mr. Addams who’ve you known so well, sit in their living room while Morticia reads a book about who knows what to her husband. He listens intensely with love in his eyes until Lurch’s thumps bring you to the married couple.

“(Y/n)? Lurch, why have you brought us Miss (L/n)?” Gomez questions, while Morticia goes into mother mode immediately. She takes you from Lurch’s arms and thanks him as he pats you on the head before leaving.

“(Y/n), dearest. Who’s caused you such harm?”

Your eyes fill with tears as you recall what happened.

“D-Daddy, he-“

Your father came home angry. Angrier than usual. You tried to hug him, but he pushed you away for the fridge instead. Your lip quivered while you ran to your mother, and she had an angry expression when you told her.

You felt so bad for telling on Daddy. He… he did love you! He did! He was just a little sad for some reason. You decided maybe Daddy just needed space.

You were supposed to be asleep when Mommy and Daddy started fighting. Daddy said a lot of mean stuff. Something about how he wished he was never with Mommy... surely he didn’t mean it! He said something about how you were a mistake, but Daddy didn’t mean it! Right? Daddy loved you…

You didn’t realize you were crying until a small hiccup escaped your throat, and your parents spun around to look at your pained expression from the stairs. You felt bad Mommy and Daddy were fighting. Your father tried to comfort you by closing in for a hug, but you didn’t want a hug. Like how Daddy didn’t want a hug earlier.

You pushed the man away, and he made a scary face. You wished you could say he wasn’t your daddy, but only your daddy’s voice could be so scary. Turning to hide in your room, he grabs at your right wing to keep you close.

It hurt a lot.

But as fast as it hurts, it stops and you look behind you. With a fist full of your dark feathers, your mother slams your father into the stairs. What she actually says are a little muffled to you, but you get the idea after she points to a nearby window.

You try to fly, but the difference in feathers throws you off balance. You manage to glide down from the second story, but not without an ungraceful landing.

You didn’t know where to go.

“A-And then Mommy told me t’run away. B-But I didn’t know where t’go…”

“Oh, my darling, I’m so sorry.” Morticia shares a concerned look with her husband, and he immediately springs into action. Gomez grabs his coat and is out the door in less than a second.

“How about we get you cleaned up, would you like that?” You nod.

Morticia brings you to one of the many bathrooms of the mansion, and sits you down on the toilet seat lid. She soaks a towel with warm water to wash your muddied face and clean off any cuts you might’ve had. Both of you fall into a comfortable silence.

—

There’s an ache in Wednesday’s soul she can’t place. It’s kept her up for hours, and sleep hasn’t been able to take her away just yet. Wednesday had paced circles in her room with only the moon as a light, yet her ache has yet to subside.

Only when Wednesday hears the front door open, she knows she’s found the reasoning for the ache. With feather-light steps, the young Addams creeps down to where she can hear talking.

What Wednesday doesn’t expect is the face of her best friend crying and whimpering. It takes everything inside of her to not run in and steal you away. Instead, she listens to your story.

You tell the older Addams woman about what happened, and Wednesday’s blood starts to boil. You didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve that atrocity of father. Wednesday can’t continue listening to your story or she’ll commit unforgivable crimes not even you would approve of.

Wednesday creeps back up into her room. She’s really not getting any sleep until she knows for sure you’re safe and with her. Wednesday was awfully aware of how little power she had at her age, but that didn’t stop the young Addams from formulating a plan. Specifically, a plan to make you feel better. (and maybe a plan to get revenge on your disgrace of a father, but that’d have to wait)

Wednesday decided to make her move when her bathroom light was turned on just near her bedroom. She decided to pay you a visit.

“Mother.” Wednesday appeared behind Morticia, her monotone voice causing you to jump the slightest.

“Wednesday, dear, unable to sleep?”

“Someone had been keeping me up, and I think I know who.” The younger girl peers over her mother’s shoulder to meet your curious gaze. You flush in embarrassment and look at the ground.

“Sorry I woke you up, Wens… I didn’t mean to come here so late”

“Sleep in my room.”

“Wednesday, are you sure you’ll be able to sleep with company?”

“Her safety directly corresponds with my sleep schedule.”

“If you insist, my little death.” Morticia sighs. “You two go straight to bed now, hm?”

You nod before getting up off the toilet seat lid. Before you enter Wednesday’s room, Morticia stops you. She bends down to reach your height.

“Don’t you worry about Mommy and Daddy, dear. Mr. Addams and I have all of it covered. You just have sweet nightmares tonight, alright?” There’s nothing but kindness and worry in her voice. Morticia stands up, and you give her a quick hug before she leaves. The older woman feels her heart melt.

You sit on Wednesday’s bed just like you have countless times before. The moonlight illuminates you perfectly, Wednesday thinks. She wasn’t one for holy comparisons, but nothing described you better than an angel of death.

With a halo made of the moon and wings darker than hell, you were no less than ethereal.

“Wens?” Your voice snaps the Addams out of her thoughts.

“What happened to your wing?”

“Uhm… can I tell you tomorrow? I’m sleepy” You emphasize your point with a yawn

“I understand, let’s sleep.” Wednesday nods, and you move over to make some room on the bed.

Wednesday has been in this exact position many times before, but somehow this time felt different. Perhaps it was the fact there’s a blatant elephant in the room, or the fact she knows the reason due to your escape from home. Either way, something was different.

You were basically passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow, leaving Wednesday with her own thoughts as she watched you sleep. The younger Addams ran her fingers through your right wing, successfully finding the patchy spot.

Your face contorts into something like pain and fear, and Wednesday quickly pulls her hand away. She didn’t mean to hurt you. When your pained expressions continue, Wednesday knows you’re having a nightmare. And not an enjoyable one.

Almost like second nature, Wednesday pulls you into her arms. Your wing falls atop her like a blanket, and you seem to go back to uneventful sleep. Even unconscious, you hold the Addams like you’re awake.

Wednesday is finally met with sleep when she could press a hand against your chest and feel the rhythmic thumping of your heart.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x y/n #wednesday (2022)#wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday x you #morticia addams #gomez addams #lurch addams

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trblsvt · 1 year

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Hi, idk If ur taking request but i luv ur writing so i wanted to request a svt reaction to having a nightmare where they lose their s/o and they wake up and can't find their s/o If that's ok? I just really luv ur writing so yeh bye-bye 💗💗

hi! thank you for sending this request in!

pairing | ot13 x fem!reader genre | slight angst, fluff warnings | nightmares!, mentions of arguments, most of this is in relation to nightmares min | lowercase intended. i don't think i have enough unique scenarios for all thirteen of them :( so i grouped them up i hope that's alright. these are also a bit short.

the ones who instantly get up to search for you seungcheol, joshua, jun, mingyu

he tossed and turned and finally he woke up. usually he couldn't remember his dreams, but this one was different. there was something with this dream. it felt too scary, too real for him to shake off.

one second you were there, and the next some sort of darkness was wrapping you up and taking you away from him. then he was all alone. and something about this dream, no, nightmare, overrode every single rational thought in his mind.

when he woke up he reached over to your side of the bed. he was met with cold empty sheets. he shot up and looked at where his hand rested. you weren't there.

his mind was going into overdrive. was his nightmare becoming a reality? or was it even a nightmare at all? he scrambled out of bed and quickly made his way through the slightly ajar door.

your small apartment was dark and quiet, and you were nowhere to be seen. now his rational brain was out the window. "___!" he called out. nothing. he walked toward the kitchen and tried again. "___!"

"babe?" he heard it. he wasn't going crazy. he heard your voice. his head whipped around and he saw the door to your little balcony was open. he made his way over and nudged the door open.

you looked up from your mug of what looked like tea. "is everything okay?" you asked curiously. you looked at your boyfriend's tousled hair, and slightly panicked face. "oh, baby, did you have a nightmare?" you frowned at your distressed boyfriend. he averted his eyes but he nodded. you opened your arms for him to come and rest for a bit.

"you- i thought- i thought you- wow i sound pathetic" he stuttered. you just shushed him and ran your fingers through his soft hair. "no matter, i'm here," you hummed as he relaxed into your grasp. this was all he needed to be lulled back to sleep in your arms.

the ones who cry seokmin, seungkwan, chan

it was all too scary. his worst fear was coming true right in front of his eyes. he did something horribly wrong and you were gone.

he tossed and he turned and he finally shot up. he felt the sweat on his brow and on his back. he looked around the dark room and reached an arm out to the side of your bed.

you weren't there. where were you? was his dream real?

before he could calm himself down he felt the tears gather in his eyes. now he was convinced he had really ruined it. his worst fear was coming true.

he couldn't contain the choked gasps of air when he cried. where could've you gone? he knew he upset you in his dream, but not enough to make you leave without even saying goodbye.

with his head bowed, and his hands clutching at his face and body, he didn't notice that the door to your shared bedroom opened or the rushed footsteps to the side of the bed.

"babe? what's wrong?" you rushed over to his side.

"you're here!" he sobbed, relief flooding his body. he couldn't bring himself to look at you yet.

"yes! i'm here, why wouldn't i be here?" you smiled at him trying to wipe away his tears. "i- i did something bad, and you got angry and you- you were gone," he hiccupped.

"oh, baby," you soothed, pulling him to your body. his sniffles died down. he gripped your hands and looked around the dark room.

he listened closely to your heartbeat and he calmed down. "wow, i must look pathetic," he grumbled, burying himself closer to you. you just hummed. "no you don't. it's okay to be scared sometimes," you comforted quietly.

he sighed. "it's only okay if i know you'll be there."

the ones who overthink it jeonghan, soonyoung, wonwoo

he never took himself to be a superstitious person. a black cat walks by, oh well. a broken mirror, c'est la vie. so why was this argument bothering him so much? it was really stupid, and you didn't seem too upset after the two of you resolved the issue. you even began the night in his arms. but deep down, he knew he never should've said those words to you.

it started like any other dream he had, but soon the events began to blend together. then, he was hit with a wave of deja vu.

he had been here before. you standing in front of the couch and him only standing a few paces away. you were saying something, you looked upset.

he had definitely been here before.

as soon as he opened his mouth the room dimmed and before he could say anything you evaporated. the room was left cold and stale and he didn't know what to do.

he shot up like a bullet. the room was cold and stale. did he even wake up? more importantly, where were you?

he squinted in the dark, but he couldn't find any signs of you pulling something on him. he had said some regrettable things during that argument. that stupid argument. in retrospect, he could barely even remember what the argument was about, but he knew you were probably right. why couldn't just keep his mouth shut when he knew it might upset you? why didn't he just sit down and listen to you? why didn't he tell you he was sorry? why didn't he tell you 'i love you' before bed? why didn't-

the door clicked open. he didn't really notice. too deep in thought to care.

"hello? babe?" you called quietly, noticing how out of it he was. you placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "___? you're still here?" he asked, looking slightly dazed.

"yeah, why wouldn't i be here? i just had to get something to drink and my mom called about something," you explained.

"oh, well, that's a relief. come here," he muttered pulling you back to bed. you obliged easily. you could never stay mad at him for long.

"don't get too in your head."

"i won't."

"okay, good. goodnight."

"goodnight, ___." he paused. "i love you."

"i love you too," you responded, cuddling closer to him.

the ones who wait patiently for you to come back jihoon, minghao, vernon

well, that was weird.

given that he didn't usually dream, it was even stranger that he had a nightmare. he'll hand it to his imagination, it was really scary. he guessed that's why he was up.

when he woke up, he noticed that your side of the bed was cold. you must've been gone for a while. he pushed himself up against the headboard and looked at the ceiling. you had to come back to bed at some point.

of course, he was curious about where you might have gone. he knew you were on-call this weekend so maybe you had to run in to work without explanation. maybe you were just in the bathroom down the hall, or getting a drink. maybe you had a nightmare and you off somewhere letting the initial fear wear off.

maybe a few minutes had passed since he woke up, but he heard slight padding of footsteps outside the door.

he hoped it was you and not some intruder. maybe he was still in his dream.

when the door creaked open, you stood there with a glass of water in hand. "hey," you greeted. "what are you doing up?"

"nothing, just woke up," he said, there was no need for you to know about his silly little bad dream. you scuffed over to your side of the bed and placed the water on the nightstand.

when you slid under the covers he hummed quietly. "you know, i was wondering where you went," he said as he pulled you close to him.

"really?" you sighed.

"yeah."

"you weren't worried that i might've run away," you teased.

"no, because i know you. you wouldn't do that to me, not without explanation," he sighed and nuzzled into your neck. sleep came easily to him after that.

min | not proofread at the moment. i would love to hear some feedback! thanks for reading :)

#seventeen #seventeen reactions #seventeen headcanons #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen angst #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #vernon x reader #jeonghan x reader #minghao x reader #dokyeom x reader #mingyu x reader #seventeen smut #wonwoo x reader #svt x reader #svt imagines #svt reactions #joshua hong x reader

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m1dn1ght-hag · 11 months

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Hi! Can I request diavolo reacting to reader who had become his wife/queen being hit on by another king who us visiting the devil domain? Saying things like "you are a lucky man", being overly touchy with reader, even going as far as asking if diavolo was willing to " share"?

note: I’m SO sorry this took so long to come out 😭 I just graduated so hopefully I should have more time to focus on being mentally ill 😝💪 the ending doesn’t rwallt fit the mood of the rest of the writing but i like jt too much tk get rid of it

somewhat proofread 😭

Content warning: uhhh catcalling???, inappropriate comments, objectification, jealous Dia

Fem!MC

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It had been a slow day for Diavolo, and knowing he had to attend a formal party after work helped a little to ease his nerves. The thing he’d be looking forward to all day is seeing you, who’d be accompanying him as his plus one. (as if you weren’t going to be invited anyways.)

He appreciated all the effort his citizens put into celebrating him, however he was simply too exhausted after how slow the day had been dragging on. It was his birthday and he was still forced to attend business meetings and keep up with his paperwork to avoid falling behind. (Barbatos’ orders. He’s scary when he’s angry, and Diavolo did NOT want to feel his wrath.)

A simple knock on his door alerted him of Barbatos’ presence, speak of the devil, before the butler let himself in. Upon entering the room and seeing Diavolo hunched over his desk, slowly dwindling away at the stack of documents he clicked his tongue.

"Young lord," he started, drawing Diavolo's attention away from the paper, "it's time to get prepared, we must leave in the next hour."

With a relieved sigh, Diavolo stood his stretched his aching limbs, glad to be going to the party seeing it as a distraction from the endless paperwork he had to sign.

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Being with you at the party definitely brightened his mood as the two of you chatted and laughed together, occasionally interrupted by a demon cheering birthday wishes.

“Oh, Dia, I’ll go get us some drinks.” Diavolo smiled as the nickname naturally slipped past your lips, “what do you want?”

“Whatever you’re getting, my dear.” seeing the unamused glare you sent him made him chuckle.

“You better not complain,” you reprimanded jokingly, patting his arm before heading to the beverage table.

He allowed his eyes to follow your figure before he heard a whistle next to him. He turned his head in the direction of the noise to see someone eyeballing you. Diavolo quickly noted the other demon was the crowned prince from another kingdom, visiting in place of his father to celebrate Diavolo. He also noted that he was very, very drunk. A risqué compliment slurred past his lips followed by a hiccup before he noticed Diavolo.

“Oh! Lord Diavolo,” He laughed too loud for comfort, “congratulations!”

“Thank you.” Diavolo replied with fake gratitude, curtly nodding.

“Yesss, you caught a real beauty alright.”

“Excuse me?” Diavolo scoffed, ‘caught?’

The other prince tipped forward, gasping when his drink nearly spilled over before, sloppily, regaining “balance” and downing another flute of demonus. He called over a waiter who, begrudgingly, handed him another.

“You know-“ a hiccup interrupted his speech, “-you should sharee, she’s a pretty one and I’d like a bite if her myself.”

“Excuse me?” Diavolo repeated, feeling his blood begin to boil.

The demon bellowed, waving the new glass of Demonus in the air, “you heard me, yes you did!” He hiccuped, “you’re a lucky man, alright!”

Diavolo glanced over towards you, and felt a wave of relief upon seeing you were still at the beverage table, now chatting with Lucifer. He was silently thanking his friend for occupying you at the moment; he could only imagine how uncomfortable it would have been for you to listen to some drunkard babbling about your body so inappropriately.

You caught his gaze and sent him a pleasant smile, waving. The angry expression he wore faded momentarily as he returned the smile and waved back, before turning his attention back to the drunken demon standing before him, who’d tipped his head back and downed another flute of white wine.

You quickly finished your conversation with Lucifer and dismissed yourself, eager to get back to your boyfriend.

“Hey Dia,” you greeted, interlocking your fingers with his and rubbing your thumb along his, “sorry I took so long.”

Diavolo flinched at your touch and inwardly cursed, sending the demon another nasty look before trying to drag you away from the offender. “That’s quite alright my dear, you could have stayed longer.”

A whistle startled you and caused Diavolo to let out an irate sigh. You turned your attention to the source of the noise, a brow quirked. “Excuse me?”

“Mc, no,“ Diavolo’s plea fell to deaf ears as the demon started talking.

A hiccup followed by a string of coughing as the demon slurred out a provocative comment, waving around the, now empty, flute merrily and swaying closer to the couple.

Diavolo instinctively stepped in front of you, holding you behind him so the demon wouldn't try grabbing you. "End this behavior at once or I'll have to ask you to leave."

"Ohhh-" the demon gagged and swallowed, "don't be that way, I'm just sayin' we could share her, y'know?"

Before Diavolo could react, the demon reached forward to touch you, barely grazing your arm before Diavolo harshly elbowed his arm away. Barbatos interfered before anything got too out of hand and grabbed the drunkard's arm, twisted it behind his back, and escorted him away from the scene, telling him that they’d be sending him back to his kingdom and informing his father of his behaviour.

Diavolo would have to remember to thank Barbatos later.

He turned to you, both hands on either shoulder, his previous anger dissipated and was replaced with concern. “Are you alright, my dear? I deeply apologize for the way he was treating you.”

“I’m fine,” you cup his cheeks, watching the way he melted in your hands, rubbing into your hold, “are you okay, Dia?”

He angled his head to place a tentative kiss to the palm of your hand, a pleasant smile returning to his face, “I am now, my dear. Thank you.”

You gently pinch his cheek, earning a giggle from him before you also began giggling, “what for?”

“For choosing me.”

“Oh, Dia you big sap,” you pinched his cheeks again before pressing a kiss against his lips, feeling him smile against yours. You would have kissed him so more it you two weren’t in public, surrounded by the presence of many nobles, who’d frown upon the un-princely show of affection, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, my dear,” he cupped his hands around yours, before pulling them away from his face and straightening his posture, “now that we won’t be interrupted again, where are the drinks you were wanting me to try?”

“Oh,” you cupped your free hand over your mouth, “I forgot them by Lucifer, I saw you and got distracted.”

Diavolo laughed, squeezing your hand, “well lets go over, together this time, shall we?”

#diavolo om #diavolo x reader #obey me #om diavolo #obey me x reader

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limesandcoconuts · 1 year

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I don't see anyone talking about how they showed Astrid's character development through her hair so I'm going to.

In HTTYD 1 we get this very emo lookin cut. Since the first movie is told through Hiccup's POV, it matches how he sees her: unapproachable, scary, and tough. Even the back of her hair, it's tied up tightly to show her uptight and no-nonsense attitude.

But after she sees Hiccup for who he is, she pushes her hair out of her eye so he can see her entire face. Almost like she's "letting him in", if not to be cliché. He gets to look her in the eyes when he talks to her, whereas before he avoided her stare.

Then we get to RTTE and her fringe is shorter and doesn't completely cover her eye as much. Her hair is much softer, showing how she herself has softened (preferring capture over kill missions as she says). And the back of her hair is looser and bounces about the place.

In HTTYD 2, there's not a huge change because RTTE happens pretty close to the second film but her hair is on the side now. You could take this as her being less uptight and war obsessed because a braid on the side isn't very practical for battle but she's a lot more relaxed about it now. Edit: also there hasn't been as much war in the last 5 years than there was before HTTYD 1 so choosing aesthetic over function is a lot easier to do. She doesn't have to sacrifice her beauty anymore for the sake of fighting.

And in HTTYD 3, her fringe is out of her face and her hair is fully let down. She's relaxed and comfortable with her femininity as well that she's so toned back from how angry she used to be in HTTYD 1 like she said, "I'm the person I am today because of you," - it really shows the effect her relationship with Hiccup has had on her. That he's made her comfortable to embrace her feminine side.

(side note, her hair in HTTYD 3 was gorgeous)

And you could even say her marital braids represent Zephyr and Nuffink.

I've just always loved how they showed her change through her hair, it's such a cool and subtle way to do something like that. And of course, it's beautiful 😁

#httyd #astrid #astrid hofferson #hiccstrid #hair #braids #rtte #httyd 2 #httyd 3 #how to train your dragon

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rantingisfreetherapy · 24 days

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"An angry Hiccup is a scary Hiccup."

-The twins, Race to the Edge

#am I wrong #am I right or am I right #this is 100% canon #httyd #rtte #hiccup #thorston twins #ruffnut and tuffnut

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000marie198 · 11 months

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There is another artistically incredible thing I noticed abt the first Httyd movie.

The movie, it's from Hiccup's perspective. And it conveys his perspective throughout, in details both subtle and clear.

Like the Book of Dragons clip; Chilling and terrific with sound effects and feels induced exactly as Hiccup was imagining it. That scene alone gives me the shivers and the way it ends on Night Fury (I absolutely love the fear inducing Night Fury theme from the first movie). I've been noticing that every single piece of score fit the emotions and situation Hiccup was in, affirming his perspective, his experiences, conveyed through the movie as if they were the viewers' own. And that scene when Hiccup is listening to his father speak just before entering the arena to face Hookfang, the way the lighting and expressions and sound of Stoick's voice was set apart from everything and felt resonated, Hiccup's dread and anticipation and anxiety and worry and fear were palpable. He was planning to do the exact opposite of what his father, the one he's been trying to make proud his entire life, was hoping and oof that few seconds HURT!

And with how the background score and scenes were animated so splendidly, there's one very subtle but greatly well integrated detail I just have to mention

If we take a note of all the dragons throughout the movie, there's a gradual pattern. The movie starts and every dragon looks wild and dangerous and animalistic. Beastly and emotionless, except for displaying an urge to cause harm or look vicious.

Aside from Hookfang. Every other dragon didn't look nearly as expressive and clear in intention as Hookfang did. And if you notice, he was the only dragon in the beginning of the movie whom Hiccup made a direct encounter with and sassed at. We saw Hookfang being angry and vicious and even worried and scared when he ran out of firepower and got captured, he seemed to display emotions more clearly than any other dragon. But he was also the only dragon so far Hiccup had a direct communicative encounter with. The movie is from Hiccup's perspective and we saw Hookfang from Hiccup's perspective.

But! It gets better. If you notice or think about it, try to remember the details in the movie with respect to the dragons, all the dragons earlier on looked wild and deadly and nothing else. Just wild and dangerous and vicious, the opinion every viking has on them, the opinion Hiccup during those earlier moments had on them.

But then he met Toothless. And it all began to change. Notice how the dragons seem to become more and more expressive and emotionally intelligent or humanly as Hiccup and Toothless' friendship proceeds to grow. How the snappy Terrible Terrors would gradually start to look like small little dragons who are mischievous and naughty and silly little guys, how the quick and swift Deadly Nadder started to look like a playful and curious friend, how the once sneaky and scary Zippleback who seemed to set it's target on everyone and everything became expressive and displayed worry and fear, how the powerful and dangerous Gronkle gradually started to look more kind and friendly and sleepy etc.

This happened with literally every single dragon during the movie. The more Hiccup began to understand them and got closer to Toothless and realized they are living beings who have individual personalities and feelings and are misunderstood, the more these mighty creatures felt more alive and expressive to the viewers. And this was done without the slightest change in the dragons' models or designs. They conveyed Hiccup's perspective splendidly throughout the movie.

Point in case;

Httyd 1 is a cinematic masterpiece

#httyd 1 #how to train your dragon #httyd hiccup #httyd toothless #hiccup horrendous haddock lll #hiccup haddock #toothless #httyd hookfang #hookfang #httyd stormfly #barf and belch #stormfly #httyd meatlug #meatlug #httyd analysis #analysis

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Okay but hear me out- Indian American Reader x Bakugou??? With maybe an rock control quirk (+ metals bc we love a strong bb) but like I can imagine his shock when he realizes that someone can not only withstand his explosions with the metal she creates but someone with even more fucked up tastebuds with the amount of spicy food she eats on a daily basis??

“That all you got?” You call out, commanding rocks to rise from the earth as you shield yourself from his explosions.

“Shut your piehole, extra!” Bakugou roars, skidding to a stop at the end of the room, before launching himself back at you so fast you almost didn’t have time to react.

An explosion meets your shields, and in a second, he’s got you pinned down on the pavement, sweat dripping, knee against your leg and hand on your palm.

“Told you I could handle you, didn’t I?” He smirks devilishly, palms throbbing. He appreciates a good fight.

You don a matching grin, muscles tightening. “Not quite.”

His smile vanishes.

You wield the cement with practised motions, causing Bakugou to slam into the ground next to you.

Flipping him over, you exchange positions, you on top, and a very angry Bakugou beneath you.

“I win,” you whisper, a cocky smile curling on your face.

Bakugou attempts to use his explosions, only for you to reinforce the cement with metal.

He groans. “Dumb fuckin’ luck.”

“Look, it was funny the first time, but I’m calling a time-out on your insults.” You huff. “I won fair and square.”

“I pinned you first, smartass!”

“I neutralised you first, dumbfuck—”

Shoto takes a sip out of his protein shake. “Hey Bakugou. If you’re flirting, you’re doing a really bad job at it—”

“I’M GONNA FUCKING ASSASSINATE YOU ICYHOT.”

“This scares me,” Denki coughs. “Like, full-body ghost summoning kind of scary.”

Half of the class lies on the couch, utterly defeated by the hot sauce Denki had unknowingly made as a dipping sauce because he misread the bottle. You know, Bakugou’s exclusive Hot One’s Last Dab Sauce.

It had knocked the absolute wind out of strong contenders Kirishima and Ashido, and completely ruined Midoriya, who was still hiccuping and hacking away at the sink. Todoroki was passed out on the couch and Denki was half convince he was on his dying breath.

No, what scared him was you two freaks.

“Ha! What a bunch of wimps!” Bakugou cackles, lathering his fried chicken with the sauce and taking a good bite out of it. Bro didn’t look bothered in the slightest. In fact, Denki would wager the trigger-happy human landmine was enjoying the murderous sauce.

“This is really good,” You sigh, reaching for another fried chicken and dipping it entirely into the saucer. “Where’d you get it?”

Denki begs your fucking pardon?

“Should come over to my house, Ma makes the best spice,” Bakugou grins, eyes glinting as you chew on your drumstick innocently.

Your eyes light up. “Invitation accepted. Now move the damn dip over. We need more.”

“You both,” Denki wheezes. “Are demons. Menaces.”

“You’re just a pussy, Spark Plug.”

Denki would argue, but he doesn’t think his throat would cooperate.

Truly, a match made in heaven.

Or hell.

Author's note: Seriously this was so cute! Frankly, as someone who loves spicy food, loved to see the representation of this and a strong reader that can hold her own against Blasty! it's nice to cuddle up and play damsel with the heroes, but sometimes I just wanna take no bull and stand on my own two feet! (Kick them in the balls or smth, therapeutic as heck)

Thanks for requesting, it means a lot! 🧡

#mha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #fluff #bakugou x y/n #bakugo x you #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugō

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abiiors · 8 months

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2. sincerity is scary // george daniel x oc

a/n: 2 chapters in 2 days simply because i had them ready. like i said—the posting schedule is erratic. reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3 cw: weed, alcohol, mentions of w**dy a**en wc: 3.7k masterlist

“cleo!” there’s a finger on my face, a bony and sharp finger. “cleeeooooooo.”

it pokes at my nose first, then my cheek—anything soft and squishy it can find really. sleep weighs on me like a tonne of bricks, sleep and the exhaustion that’s becoming a permanent fixture.

“go away,” i grumble into the pillow and curl up tighter.

in this one blissful moment, i have no recollection of the past or any worries of the future. there’s only me, now and this bed.

and a body that suddenly plops onto me.

“ow!” i yell, well and truly annoyed now, and flail my arm vaguely in its direction. it finds its mark, and seconds later, someone hisses in my ear.

“what the fuck!” it’s matty’s voice. it’s him. suddenly all of it comes rushing back. london, matty’s house, his bed. matty.

i scramble to sit up and rub my eyes to get rid of the last traces of sleep. his whole bedroom is bathed in golden light, the same light that forms an angelic halo around his head. and matty grins his signature devilish grin right at me.

my first instinct is to slap my hand on my mouth to keep myself from squealing. all emotion hits me all at once—i’m seeing him after years. years!!! sure we kept in regular contact through texts and phone calls and stupid facebook posts. but seeing him in the flesh after almost four years has me tearing up.

before i know it, i’m being engulfed into the hug i had been waiting for all day. matty, ever surrounded by the smell of weed and cigarettes and everchanging perfumes, holds onto me tightly as we melt into each other’s arms.

“you look like shit,” he laughs, sounding suspiciously wobbly. moments later, a tiny, quiet sniffle follows.

“you abandoned me!” i smack the back of his head lightly, “can’t believe after four years you didn’t pick me up at the airport.” my voice is thick with tears as i try to make a lame joke. but i am not angry at him, far from it actually. i am just grateful that he’s willing to help so much when i asked him at such short notice.

i tighten my arms around him. “i missed you, matty, so much. and…thank you.”

matty pulls back, holding me at arm’s length and inspecting my face. “you know i would have always come through, right?” he asks. his thumb rolls soft circles on my shoulder and the golden sunlight turns his eyes into pools of honey.

“what happened, cleo?” he asks softly. “your voice on the phone…it scared me.”

my mind flashes back to the day i called him while on the verge of a panic attack and surrounded by the remnants of my shattered life. how i could barely string together a sentence through the gasps and hiccups. how in the end i’d only managed to tell him two things.

i’m coming back to london tomorrow. i need a place to stay.

i look back up at him, at his searching gaze. he’s expecting an answer. of course, he is. i’m in his house and currently in his bed without even asking, of course, he wants an answer.

“i—” my throat closes up and tears prick at the corner of my eyes.

“it was—” i try again. i choke up again.

the words are there on the tip of my tongue. i want to tell him about everything, about the mess i made. he would understand even if no one else did. matty would. but i can’t get myself to spill my heart out.

not when everything is still so fresh.

“hey…” matty wipes away the one stray tear that’s managed to escape. “it’s alright, love. we can talk about it when you’re ready.”

when i’m ready…

i nod and smile weakly, grateful for everything. but most of all i feel grateful for matty—this boy who’s been my best friend through all of it in every sense of the word. looking at him now makes a tiny seed of hope bloom in my chest. i have him in my corner. it won’t be so difficult with him at my side.

“alright,” he claps his hands together, smiling brightly, “no more crying! we have some catching up to do!”

i smack him again, laughing at his offended face. “and you have some making up to do dickhead, don’t think i’ve forgotten.”

fifteen minutes and a frankly worrying amount of bickering later, we settle on having a movie night. matty whines about going out on town—it’s a lovely night, he says, tells me that i need to get reacquainted with the “london nightlife” but i moan about severe jet lag.

truth is, it’s the thought of going out to party and being carefree is what makes my stomach turn. and i know if i have enough alcohol in me right now, all the words will come out in a sloppy and messy word vomit that won’t make sense to anyone.

“how was george, by the way?” matty asks. it’s an innocent question; my best friend wanting to know if i got along with his friend but i still have to carefully rearrange my features into neutrality.

“he was fine.”

what i really want to say is, i don’t know how you’re friends with that bastard. he’s an utter piece shit and should be kicked out of this house right now. but i smile and hold two thumbs up. as far as matty is concerned—george was fine, we drove home in silence, i said thanks, he nodded and left.

but that isn’t the reality. and he hasn’t left. in fact, i have a dooming sensation that he is somewhere in the house right now, probably indulging in routine animal sacrifice or bullying kids online or whatever else guys like him do in their spare time.

i wrinkle my nose and matty laughs.

“did you go all awkward and shy on him? come on, i’ll introduce you properly.”

a stone settles in the pit of my stomach because that is the last fucking thing i want right now. i can keep my mouth shut, i can be civilised and cordial. but george is a heathen with zero manners.

“no, no it’s fine,” i respond hastily, “we talked, it was great.”

i am sure my eyes are wide in an effort to not avoid eye contact with him. if there’s one thing matty can do well, is tell when i’m being skittish.

“come on, cleo.” matty pulls on my arm, “you guys are housemates now, i can’t have you awkwardly existing around each other.”

i almost scoff at him for reminding me of the unfortunate reality. ideally i do not want to exist around george at all but for matty’s sake i would stick to being cordial. clearly, he has a whole different plan for us—he wants all three of us to be best friends. one big happy family. i can see that glint in his eyes.

“don’t make me manhandle you,” he warns and i hiss at him like a feral cat.

“matty, i’m fine here. stop!”

“so you don’t wanna see your room? hmm? you’re not taking over my room, you know that right? wouldn’t want you finding the magazines under the bed—”

“ew, matthew!” i wiggle away and out of his grip, squealing. “ew, don’t touch me!”

but he’s faster and before i know it, i’m being lifted off the bed and into his arms like i am nothing but a ragdoll. he laughs maniacally, twirling me around until i’m dizzy and he’s stumbling, knocking us both into the wall.

“i told you,” he speaks in a sing-song voice, sounding more like a horror movie witch than a person, “i warned you.”

“i am going to smack you so hard,” i threaten but it’s overshadowed by my breathless laughter. my ribs hurt, so does my stomach. my head spins as i gasp for air between fits of giggles but it feels good.

laughing with matty as if we’re 14 again and back in my childhood bedroom feels good.

until we collide into something and i hear a yelp.

matty stops in his tracks, trying and failing to control his giggles, and i already know what—who—we collided into.

“oops,” he grins, clearly unfazed by the fact that i’m grimacing, still held up in his arms and looking over his shoulder so i won’t have to look at george, who is undoubtedly glaring at us (me) right now. seriously, i can feel his burning stare on the back of my head.

“matty,” he sighs, and then in a low voice, almost spit out like a curse, “cleo.”

“this is her,” my friend introduces and finally sets me down.

“you’re making a racket.”

i want to mimic him in a really childish way—you’re making a racket. instead, i stick to glaring up at him from matty’s side. which, it turns out, is a big fucking mistake.

because in front of me, stands a very shirtless george, wearing nothing but black basketball shorts that sit low on his hips. like before, i notice all the tattoos on his arms again, colourful and stark against the sweaty skin. his chest glistens with sweat too—a direct result of the hot summer day and the lack of an ac. my eyes roam over his body, unable to look away, unable to do much of anything else other than feel the heat creeping up my neck. burning my face.

“are you done?” george asks right as my eyes dip to the beginning of his happy trail.

his voice is a shock enough that my gaze instantly snaps back to his face.

george is staring at matty, pretending like i’m not even in the room, but something tells me the question is directed at me. and something tells me that the pink tinge on his face is from more than just summer heat.

“i am not watching another tarantino!” i cross my arms in front of chest indignantly and challenge matty with a raised eyebrow.

for fuck sake, this argument has been going on for fifteen minutes now. behind us, the popcorn has long finished popping and the laptop has gone back to screensaver mode but we simply can’t seem to agree upon a film to watch.

“and i am not watching legally blonde for the tenth time,” matty retorts, mimicking my stance.

this is a stalemate situation. both of our nostrils are flared—a mirror image of each other just as matty and i have always been.

“how dare you? elle woods has more talent in her little finger that you will have in your entire stupid—”

a loud crunch interrupts followed by the unmistakable smell popcorn. matty and i whip our heads simultaneously, eyes narrowed and trained on george who holds the giant bowl all to himself, another handful of popcorn almost to his mouth while he swallows his first mouthful.

“no, go on,” he drawls, stuffing the popcorn in his mouth and going back to looking bored as ever. “this is better than movie night.”

mercifully, he’s wearing a t-shirt now on top of the basketball shorts. his hair is wet and curling on his forehead, some strands almost falling into his eyes that i have the uncontrollable urge to brush away. so fine, he’s not ugly to look at. but his dark, depraved, blackened heart makes up for it. his voice comes out muffled from the popcorn and i have dark thoughts about him choking on a stray kernel. i reign them in and focus on matty.

“come on, cleoooo,” he pleads. “it will be fun. he makes art, you know? you’ll like it.”

“weren’t you supposed to make it up to me?” i point out, walking up to george and grabbing a handful of the popcorn. he sneers, looking like he wants to slap my hand away. i sneer back.

matty is too busy groaning into his hands to notice this exchange.

“fine,” he sighs, “fine you’re right. you pick the movie. and the pizza. but please let me pick the weed. don’t want more bad trips.” that last part is more of a grumble to himself. i huff, contemplating bickering with him further but matty looks like a puppy, all big eyes and a pouty mouth crumbling away my resolve.

“emma’s for pizza, obviously,” i mumble, about to make my way to the stack of dvds when a tendril of horror snakes down my spine. “emma’s is still around isn’t it? say yes matty or i’ll cry!” and i know how true that statement is.

emma’s isn’t just a pizza place, it’s an institution! a tiny kitchen on a small corner in east london, emma’s holds countless memories that are so near and dear to me—satisfying my munchies after being high for the first time. stumbling inside drunk and giggling after my first clubbling night. celebrating with matty the night i got my acceptance for new york. big and small moments all celebrated over an uneven pepperoni pizza and an off brand beer that only they stocked.

i could feel my lip wobble simply at the thought of it being gone.

“matty…” my voice goes whispery when he doesn’t answer immediately and his eyes widen.

“no, fucking hell, it’s still there! christ cleo i didn’t think that would actually make you cry.”

i contemplate hitting him on the head then, contemplate snatching the big glass bowl from george just so i could bonk it on my best friend’s head but matty raises his hands in surrender.

“the menu is on the fridge,” he says, “and before you declare that you don’t need to see it. they updated it.”

with a chill creeping down my neck i run to it. hitting matty can wait. right now my body craves the taste of familiarity. if there’s anything that can make me feel like i’m home, it’s that damn pizza.

i only breathe a sigh of relief when i see that they haven’t made any cuts to the menu, only additions that i do not care about. by the time i’m back, george has left the room, the bowl of popcorn half-finished and matty is on the phone, presumably making sure emma’s is delivering. i start making my way through the stack of dvds, waiting for him to finish.

pulp fiction. meh, watched it enough times. frozen? absolutely fucking not, don’t need matty humming let it go in my ear all night. i eliminate them one by one for seemingly arbitrary reasons—too long, too short, didn’t pass the vibe check before my fingers still on a dvd with a familiar cover.

annie hall. the case as old as our friendship.

i remember watching it with matty for the first time back when we used to sneak out and get high. i remember romanticising new york, how it had made a permanent mark on my weed addled, pubescent brain.

i trace the flimsy plastic, lost in memories.

“cleo?” matty’s hand is on my shoulder, bringing me back to reality. his brows are bunched, a look of confusion settled onto his face. “you alright? i asked if you wanted your usual.”

i nod in a daze, clearing my throat and his gaze shifts to the dvd in my hands.

matty smiles. “annie hall! oh, that’s your favourite, let’s watch that!”

the words curdle in my stomach. yes it is my favourite, yes i practically know every scene, every frame by heart. i even know the exact expression matty has on his face during truman capote’s cameo, how he points at the screen every time.

i know he will ask me if i saw all those places for real. i know he will want me to talk about my life back in new york. my stomach churns.

“no, let’s not…” i tell him, trying to keep my voice as normal as possible, trying to hide the cracks. “watched it a million times now, it’s boring.”

his mouth twists into a frown but thankfully matty doesn’t push it, he just shrugs.

“pulp fiction sounds good, actually,” i say, giggling in earnest when he groans. matty takes the stack from my hands, placing the rest of them aside while he opens the one i picked.

i settle onto the sofa, snuggled under the blanket and waiting for him to turn the tv on. matty smiles when he sees his spot is empty—“his” spot… right next to a small coffee table where he can pile on half-empty mugs with stale, cold tea or coffee still inside that he never finished. it’s infuriating. it’s also familiar.

i sigh, happy to spend time with my best friend, about to say a thanks to the forces of the universe that george has left, when, like an omen, he slinks back into the room, holding three joints in his hand.

a sense of calm descends over me, something i haven’t felt in a long time, so long in fact that i try to count in on my fingers, running out and starting again in confusion. the joint smoulders in the ashtray, only half-smoked.

matty prattles on about something, but i’m not entirely paying attention. i’m more focused on the pizza, the way the cheese melts in my mouth, the burn of the spicy pepperoni—everything is exactly how i remember.

everything feels wonderful—eating the food i love, being with someone who cares about me. the warmth of the blanket that george has tried to steal from me twice now.

every time i feel a tug, i glare at him.

“go get your own,” i snap through a mouthful of pizza.

george makes a disgusted face. “this is my blanket.”

that makes me throw it off of my lap. “ugh, shoulda told me that before. don’t want your disgusting germs on me.”

george gapes at me. his pupils are wide, the smell of weed clings to him along with the sweet, earthy perfume i smelled earlier and the joint dangles carelessly between his long fingers. my brain chooses to hyperfocus on his full pink mouth every time he takes a drag of it, inhaling the smoke and holding it in his lungs, letting it get to his head.

his voice comes out low, much deeper than it usually is. it does something funny to my stomach—probably making it flip with disgust.

he takes a drag of the joint again, leaning in unexpectedly to blow the smoke all over my face. “there,” he smirks, “more ‘germs’. what are you gonna do? cry about it?”

“real mature, george,” i scoff, hurrying to grab my own joint, taking a hasty drag. i realise my mistake too late as the smoke lodges itself in my throat, making me cough and splutter, gasping for air as my eyes water.

george laughs then. he actually laughs. i didn’t know his facial muscles could even do that. my insides burn from embarrassment and then anger.

“i could have died,” i mutter between more coughs and gasps. “that would work out great for you, wouldn’t it, you… you pig!”

“oh how creative, cleo…” he spits my name again like a curse, letting his eyes roam all over my angry face. a slow, insufferable smirk makes its way onto his mouth and i have the intense urge to smack it right off, so much so that i clench my hands into fists, turning away and facing matty who’s watching us with an indescribable expression—almost as if he’s watchin two animals fighting in a cage.

no one pays attention to the movie as vincent and mia start dancing.

“what…” matty splutters, opening his mouth and closing it again. then shakes his head in confusion.

i have had enough. enough of being right next to george who reeks of smugness, enough of his stupid weed and this stupid movie. i huff, picking up the remaining slice of my pizza.

“tell this idiot to never breathe in my direction again,” i pretend that george is not even in the room, glaring at the back of my head.

“tell her not to steal my blanket then,” he retorts. matty looks like a deer caught in headlights.

“and tell him i hope he chokes in his sleep.” indignation burns bright through me as i turn to george without even realising it.

we are so close now, noses almost touching. his angry eyes burn into mine, his mouth is twisted in a grimace.

“and tell her i hope she—”

“alright! alright!” matty springs up from where he’s sitting, physically pulling me back with enough force that i’m wrenched from my sit and into his corner of the settee.

“i don’t know what the fuck you’re on about,” he slurs his words sightly, an effect of the beer and the weed, “but george, you’re in timeout.”

i feel a rush of vindication as george sqwaks in protest. it doesn’t last long.

“so are you, cleo! fucking hell…” he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, “acting like children, making me act like the adult…” and muttering some more that i tune out in favour of glaring at george once again.

my whole body buzzes in anger, so much so that i almost miss it when my actual phone buzzes in my pocket. once, then once again.

two text messages in a row. two distinct pings that i set for one specific person. nate.

i know i shouldn’t look at it, i know it’s a bad idea even before the anger in my body is replaced with dread. and yet i’m like the cat willingly walking to its demise just to satisfy some curiosity.

with shaky fingers, i swipe my phone open, trying to burn holes into it by staring alone.

no such thing happens. instead, two text messages stare right back at me.

hi baby

don’t think i’m giving up on us just yet.

just as i’m about to delete the two, a third pops up, chilling me to my very core. every other thought disappears, george and his protests fade away in the background as my entire body vibrates with…i don’t even know how i feel. i don’t even know what to make of the message in front of me.

i’m going to find you, cleo. i’m going to make it right.

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sarnai4 · 6 days

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Wash it out with Soap

I'm not sure why I started thinking of this, but here are headcanons for how the HTTYD/RTTE characters would curse. (None of them would use slurs, though, because that's just mean)

Hiccup: When he's frustrated or surprised by something. I don't see him using any insult curses. He just has a lot of "what the (blank)s?" and singular "(blank)s" depending on the situation. The twins are probably the cause of about 60% of his cursing. I'm sure something slips out whenever he and Toothless are plummeting due to a ruined tail too.

Astrid: When she's angry or really doesn't like someone. She does use insult curses for hated individuals (both to their faces and not). There's no particular type of curse I see her using more than the others. They just are the result of her being agitated and it's probably best to cover your ears. Snotlout and the twins are the cause of 70%, but a minimum of 15% is because of Hiccup when he does something reckless.

Snotlout: When he feels like he should sound tougher or when he's being inappropriate. It's very possible this is why he's struggling to get a date. He's learning though. Not so many of the insult curses unless someone makes him REALLY upset, so it'll be directed your way if you go after Hooky. Don't go after Hooky. I guess Spitelout is the cause of 100% of his cursing because his awful parenting made him feel like it's the best way to communicate strength.

Fishlegs: When he is L.I.V.I.D. I mean Snotlout just kept the dragon eggs from their mom again type of angry. As in someone went after Meatlug and then his friends. At this point, anything and everything is coming out of his mouth. You might think you know every curse word, but you'll learn new ones that day. No one in particular is the cause since it's so rare. It also makes it scary when it happens.

Tuffnut: When he's almost unintentionally being inappropriate. One-third of him knows he could word it better, one-third doesn't feel like trying, and the final one-third enjoys his friends facepalming at him. Not as many insult curses as those involving body parts and the other ones. There's really no particular reason for them. It just depends on his mood.

Ruffnut: When she wants to horrify someone. She's a sort of tricky one for me to figure out since she actually had a line about NOT wanting to curse since it wouldn't have been lady-like...but I'm just gonna say that it also highlights how her natural reaction to shock/distress was to use expletives. Still, to try to stick with the established lore, I'll say she normally doesn't except for when she's feeling extra mischievous.

Stoick: When he's angry, annoyed, agitated (feeling any negative emotions even slightly). It doesn't take much. He's saying whatever feels right in the moment. He's also not apologizing for it. Try to not get your feelings hurt. If you didn't make him mad, he wouldn't have said it in the first place. So, don't start acting like a...

Gobber: When he's getting excited. I feel like he's a happy curser. Even if he uses an insult curse, it's actually meant to be endearing. He'll be grinning and well-meaning the whole time. It'll take some adjustments, but it's possible to get used to it. If you ever hear him cursing and angry, he's probably about to kill someone.

Heather: When she's irritated, pissed, or talking about Dagur (though this might be redundant). For him, she's using insult curses both before and after they're cool with each other. Other times, the language isn't that harsh. Just a little rough, but it increasingly gets worse as the situation itself gets worse.

Mala: When she's threatening someone. It's actually terrifying because she only does it one other time. She'll go from so proper to suddenly whispering curses and promises of murder in someone's ear. The last thing they'll hear is her cursing them out. Then she acts like nothing happened. Suuuure. (Dagur also loves it when she does this and might be involved in that other time she curses, but the reason is way less murderous)

Throk: When someone insults Mala or the Great Protector. No other time. It's just then and he's swearing like a sailor.

Dagur: When he opens his mouth. Seriously though. This isn't even a good Dagur/bad Dagur thing. It's just a Dagur thing. He's saying everything in varying intensity because there is no limiting Dagur the Deranged. Sometimes, it's because he's pissed. Sometimes, it's because he's so excited that these are the first words to come to mind. And sometimes, he just wants to keep the others on their toes.

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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hi hi hi can i please request a dealer!remus x reader where the reader only smokes weed but doesn’t do any drugs. and she’s at a party and one of his friends tricks her into smoking weed that’s laced with something and she is like really fucked up and is really scared and calls remus? maybe just like him being angry as fuck with the guy and then looking after her afterwards and it ending with cuddles? love u 🧡

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

"Baby," Remus tries to keep his voice calm despite the fact that he's frustrated, "Tell me again, please? I can't understand you very well. Just take your time, talk slow, okay?"

"Mm-hm." You whimper pitifully into the phone, "I- I saw someone smoking, jus' like you, and they offered me some. I re-" Your word shatters with a hiccup, "I remember you sayin' not to trust people. So I made sure I asked first if it was safe."

Something heavy and dull sinks in Remus's chest, "And what did they say?"

"'Said it was fine," You recounted, "But- but I didn't like it, Remmy, it didn't feel good. I- I think there's something wrong." Your legs are wobbly and you collapse onto the staircase you were trying to conquer, "I can't see straight, and-and my legs don't work, and I don't know what to do!"

You dissolve into sobs, and Remus is already pocketing his keys, intent on rescuing you from the party, and slitting someone's throat. He just hopes that whoever drugged you is still there, because if he doesn't get to exact justice for your naivety, he's sure he'll explode.

"Okay, baby, just stay calm please. Don't let anyone near you, okay? Wait for me somewhere safe, I'm coming to get you."

Remus definitely breaks speeding laws on the way over to the house party you've gone to, but he'd pay a thousand fines just to get you home safely. He bursts through the door in a commotion akin to an action movie, but no one's attention is on him as the party rages forward. He spots you immediately, crumpled on the lower steps of a staircase, your shoulders shaking as your head is buried in your knees. He rushes for you, making sure to announce his presence before touching you.

"Y/N," He taps your shoulder gently, "Y/N, it's me, it's Remus. We're gonna go to the hospital, okay? I've gotta make sure you're alright."

"The hospital?" Your voice quivers along with your lips, and Remus hates causing its tremble, "I- I don't wanna go to the hospital, Remus! That's scary."

"I'll be there the whole time." He soothes you, helping you to your feet and catching you around the waist when you threaten to fall, "But we gotta go, bug, just to be safe."

"Okay," You whimper miserably, tears streaked down your flushed cheeks, "Remus, carry me?"

He tells himself he's only giving in because you're unstable, but he knows he'd carry you to the ends of the earth any day if you asked him to. He nods, hoisting you into his arms and letting you bury your head into his neck, "Do you remember who it was?"

You point at a mousy brunette that sits on a couch opposite the door, though he doesn't catch your gesture. Remus commits the face to memory, hellbent on exacting revenge, "Good job remembering, baby, that'll help."

"Help?"

"I'm gonna.. tell him off."

"With your fists?" Even delirious, you know Remus too well.

"Maybe," Remus mumbles, throwing the door open again and rushing to the car, eager to get you to the ER, "'S not important, baby, just sit still."

He straps you in and tries to step back, but you catch his wrist with an adorably concentrated expression on your face.

"Violence is never the answer, Remus." You scold, your eyes slightly drifting out of focus, "Don't hit him."

"Okay." Remus placates you, leaning forward to kiss your forehead, "Okay, bug, I won't hit him."

"Thanks." You grin up at Remus, and if he wasn't so worried about your safety, the expression would have melted him. You let go of his wrist, twisting in your seat to recline against the headrest "Now c'mon Remmy, take me to the doctors."

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panickeddemon · 9 months

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DDLC characters when they're drunk headcanons

as someone who has never gotten drunk I am obviously the right person to make headcanons on this ;D (some of this headcanons are more set for when they're older)

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Yuri

-I think would handle it the best out of all them. She has the most experience drinking out of all them so she knows her limits

-She has a pretty high tolerance though

-One of the big reasons she likes drinking is because it lessens her social anxiety

-Gets increasingly more social and talkative the more she drinks, she’s gets more open and relaxed and is more willing to try talking to others even if she still comes off weird

-Along with that she also gets increasingly more impulsive

-She can already be a bit impulsive at times when she’s sober but this fact skyrockets when she’s drunk since there’s no voice of reason holding her back

-When she gets really drunk, without fail she will always do or say something in the spur of the moment that she horrifically regrets the next day which she’ll then proceed to agonise over it for the rest of the week

-If she’s in a good mood when this happens it’s usually just something really embarrassing that her friends tease her for

-If she’s in a bad mood when this happens something more dangerous could happen

-She learnt from experience how much to drink as to not get to that point but also feel the weight of social anxiety lighten a bit

-If she’s drunk she needs someone to babysit her and keep a close eye on her, when she’s tipsy she babysits her drunk friends

-Also if she’s around someone she’s interested in romantically while she’s drinking she can turn real flirty

-She’s got some banger pick up lines up her sleeve, Yuri rizz is real

-When texting, still tries to spell good when she’s drunk but it doesn’t work out so well

-Imagine her infodumping while drunk, imagine a drunken Yuri rant, 10/10 must have experience

Natsuki

-She’s got a short tolerance and she’s not afraid to use it

-Was scared to drink at first because it reminded her of her dad but it ended up working out okay

-To sum up her drunken self, whatever emotion she’s feeling when she drinks will be exacerbated when she’s drunk

-if she’s in a good happy mood, she’s the life of the party, she’ll be energetic, much friendlier, she’s loud, excited, might stand on a table or two

-if she’s angry, she’s willing to throw hands over a slice of pizza. Copious amounts of swearing and angry half baked rants, again she’s loud, she’s a scary little feral gremlin. Tries not to angry drink since she usually ends up regretting those the most

-if she’s sad, she’s a hundred percent gonna end up crying. Will be more willing to spill her feelings, she’ll complain to the nearest friend, she’s pretty quiet and soft-spoken in this state.

-You might even see a rare clingy Natsuki if she’s in a certain mood

-overall she’s a wild card, a mixed bag of a drinking buddy

-Really likes going to karaoke and singing really badly and loudly between drinks

-hates the fact that she ends up throwing up 90% of the time

-a lot of burps and hiccups, she chuckles at it everytime

-still has a pretty good sense of danger when drunk off her ass

-a drunk Natsuki gets flustered cripplingly easily and can’t hide it, she falls apart, keep that in mind if you flirt with her

-cannot fucking hear you if you talk to her in a reasonable tone at a slight distance, goddamn deaf woman

Sayori

-the least coherent drunk out of these four

-also doesn’t have a very high tolerance, it doesn’t take many drink for it to get to her

-doesn’t like drinking too often but every now and again is okay

-is just super duper out of it when she’s drunk

-she’ll be half zoned out the whole time, her brain is %100 just vibing

-surprisingly won’t say much, she’ll have mild reactions to what’s happening around her or she’ll say or ask something really random out of nowhere every few minutes

-if you ask her a question she’ll reply like ten minutes later, very slow processing, windows 98 brain

-is extra clumsy when drunk. She’ll drop and knock over so many things and probably fall at some point. The next morning she’ll wake up with a bruise with no memory of how she got it

-if she’s in a good mood when drunk she’ll be really calm and lightly bubbly

-but drinking is bad for her when she’s not in a good mood. Can turn into a sad drunk, her feelings become even heavier than usual and she can spiral really bad, she sometimes fears drinking due to experiencing this before

-tends to get sleepy and drowsy. She’ll always end up passing out by the end of a session

-on rare occasion, if there’s alcohol in the house she’ll drink a bit when she’s having problems insomnia problems

-also most likely gets extra cuddly and affectionate when she’s drunk or tipsy

Monika

-usually drinks the least out of the four of them

-has a medium sized tolerance

-the only reason she drinks the least amount is because of the lack of control she has when she’s under the influence

-doesn’t mind being a little tipsy so much, will just be more relaxed at that point

-an existential drunk

-starts questioning the meaning of life, her purpose, why things are the way they are and other deep questions, half of them end up not making sense

-can spiral too deep and either get depressed or turn into a conspiracy theorist

-either that or she’s a clingy affectionate drunk

-if there is anyone she cares about there, especially if it’s in a romantic way, she will cling to them the whole time and use every type of love language she can think of on them

-she also talks a lot, she talks about random stories or things she finds interesting or about her feelings, anything, she wants to shut up but she can’t stop

-and of course she’s more impulsive too and will go along with whatever idea someone comes up with

-she perceives her drunk self to be annoying and embarrassing which is why she now avoids it as much as she can

-protecc drunk Monika

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was gonna do some hcs on how the interact with each other but might do that another time im lazy now

(apologies if this whole thing is a terrible grasp on what being drunk is like I've just had these headcanons stuck in my head for a while now man)

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