#hes trying so hard to scare.... sorry dude youre like 10 inches tall
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i am constantly inspired by other people's Beetlejuices. this one by @upperstories is SO fun and i love the extra beetle-y take on him. but.......... he could still be beetle-y-er. THEREFORE: WINGS AND PINCERS!!!
(also s/o to @diamondzart for reacquainting me with this design!)
#my art#digital art#beetlejuice#beetlejuice the musical#beetlejuice fanart#bjtm#bjtmtmtm#extra beetle-y juice#hes trying so hard to scare.... sorry dude youre like 10 inches tall
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Nin’s Matchup!
(SFW + NSFW)
Matchup Profile: Sfw+nsfw matchup pretty pls! (1/5) Name: Nin>Female>5’4>Film & sfx/theatrical makeup freelancer>V athletic in MS-HS: ballet, was in volley ball, soccer &Basketball teams>Miss my prime days>Scared to start workout again b/c I’ll get lightheaded>If sum1 helps push me through initial fear, I’ll keep growing from there> Likes chilling in ballet stretch poses>paints, photographs&draws as hobby>draws a pic a day (mostly portraits)>writing a comic atm >Always plan contingencies.🦄
(2/5) >embarrassed of my loud laugh(it’s like Kuroo’s)>introvert>not afraid to lead a team tho> V shy & quiet most times>8/10 times, feels awk in public,like idk what i’m saying, but others told me I seem social>Once I’m comfy w/ u, i joke a lot(occasional mum jokes 2 annoy+Sassy dirty ones w/ S/O)>hides behind ppl who likes 2 talk, but not when they’re 2 loud>laughs @ mistakes/when embarrassed>Will stop mistreatment, even if I get in trouble>values communication&genuine discussions🦄
(3/5) Sings when home alone>competes @ Street Fighter tournaments, trains everyday 4 it>Sings “Hit Me W/ Your Best Shot” when fighting bosses in game&swears melodically when i lose>eats chips w/ chopsticks >make hats out of my cat fur when bored>Workahokic night🦉>likes 2 teach >full convos w/ my 🐱>LIVES in oversized hoodies & flip flops, regardless of weather>no pants@home!>Feels incompetent sometimes, but keep practicing 2 improve>Analytical fast learner>idk why ppl think i look innocent🦄
(4/5)>Forgets 2 speak eng when tired (Thai 1st lang.)>Headrubs 4 s/o every night b4 bed>will miss u but is bad@texting>yelps like puppy when I’m surprised>Unconventionally resourceful: Wire hangers’s fixes everything! >stress bakes & will gets pouty if it didn’t turn out well.>overwhelmed to water my 50+ 🌱 >Doodles on smt (always have a pen on me)when i feel socially anxious> 2 dance sober @ clubs> Wants a stable relationship where we work tgt like a team to bring out the best in one another🦄
(5/5) I like a s/o who is lovable, kind, genuine, mature, independent and caring, but can also joke & be silly with like best friends. NSFW: open 2 try new things>❤️restraints, blindfolds & sensual tickle sex (as lee+ler) but had always been too shy to share it with any1>occasionally self conscious of food baby+stretchmarks>🥰edging/teasing >has a thing 4 height differences (likes to feel smol lol!) & primal play.>Is a switch. I’m so sorry if it’s too much info! Thank you for doing this!🦄
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A/N: HI LOVE @crushzone !!!! I SMILE WHEN I SEE YOU IN MY NOTIFS GIRL I WORKED HARD ON YOURS OF COURSE💖 But no matter whaaaat I’m going to be very authentic in my matchups bc they’re based on compatibility and therefore, without further ado, lemme introduce you to your NEW BAE:
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KŌTARŌ BOKUTO 🦉
SFW:
so you’re a theatrical makeup artist.
Aight.
Mind if I offer you a word of advice? :
RUN
“DUDE THAT’S AMAZING IT LOOKS SO SICK!”
Startled by someone’s loud booming voice, you smudged the eyeliner you were applying to your actor’s face all over their forehead. Whipping around to see who had disrupted your work you were faced with a beautiful black and grey haired owl. A rather tall... and very attractive ‘beautiful black and grey haired owl.’
He started walking around the dressing room like he owned the place, touching everything.
���Excuse me, you don’t have a badge. You can’t be backstage—!”
“Pretty obvious don’t you think, Miss ________?”
You didn’t take his bait, refusing to give this stranger your name. Bokuto shrugged.
“Well since I don’t know your name I shall label thee—Miss HOT GIRL of the 9 Kingdoms!” He nudged the knight actor who was sitting in your makeup chair with his elbow. “Did I sound 15th century ish or what??” The owl turned to you expecting to be praised. “I had to meet the person who made the medieval vampire look so scary in the last act. But that guy with the lights didn’t tell me anything about you being so hot.”
You were speechless because he was hot too
But he shouldn’t be back here so you tried to shoo him out anyway
He allowed you to try to shove him out but he was way bigger than you so nice try sis
When he yawned while you panted because you weren’t able to budge him an inch....
Bokuto wagered that he would leave if you agreed to make him look like the Hulk with your makeup skills for a Halloween party he had to go to
You didn’t really want to because you were a professional and you had no idea who this owl was but because you had 15 minutes until the second act and you needed peace and quiet if you were going to finish your job!!! ....
( This boy was not peace NOR quiet )
You agreed.... but because you answered so fast Bokuto kicked it up one notch
Prince of pushing his luck (king is reserved for Shōyo‘s extra ass)
He pretended to allow you to push him out of the makeup room a few steps but before you closed the door he stuck his foot between the door so it couldn’t close.
Smiling, he peered back in, looking down at you:
“AND...... you have to agree to go on a date with me. Tomorrow night?”
“Ugh FINE!”
Bo removed his foot and let himself out with a bounce in his step.
SERIOUSLY WHO LET THIS MAN BACKSTAGE......
Needless to say, after a few dates, mans won you over like he wins EVERYONE over
It surprised you how comfortable you became with him but he just has that affect on people
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In terms of your athletic relationship Bokuto does many things:
He pushes you to go to the gym with him for one
He signs the two of you up for impromptu Beginner 30-day challenges that you both must stick to
So every morning for 30-days straight he jumps on you in bed to wake you up:
“NIN BABY TIME TO HIT THE GYM. BABY NIN TIME TO GET IN SOME SEXY GYM SHORTS. MON BÉBÉ NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNN—“
“Kōtarō, please shut up.”
he doesn’t
He drags you there and eventually you get back into the swing of things.. killing it in the weight room with your supportive man cheering on your every rep!
You don’t even need him to wake you up during the second challenge!
Your volleyball player boyfriend also signs you up (without permission) for the neighborhood soccer team that Akaashi’s girlfriend is already on
You hated it at first because it was uncomfortable going back after not playing for so long but you soon realized that all the girls there were ex-athletes too and not stars
You formed amazing new girl friendships (especially with Akaashi’s gf) and double dates with them were one of your favourite nights of the week!
You owed that happiness in your life all to your Owl 🦉🥰
He and Akaashi came to every soccer game y’all had and you and the three of you went to all of Bokuto’s games, obviously
Btw you all were FITTTTTT OML
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In addition...
You already know that your man finds your artistic talents insanely fascinating
On your first anniversary together Bokuto gifted you with a new paint set and new French stand:
Because he admires you Bokuto also tries to draw and paint seriously just like you
You stand over his shoulder and give him corrections and baby owl learns so fast it’s amazing
You two make ‘paint night’ a thing when you move in together and it’s always the most fun event!!!!
Bokuto CONSTANTLY and I mean CONSTANTLY asks for you to add him to the comic you’re writing but you say no because he wouldn’t fit in
He sulks but one day you surprise him by showing him that you drew a cute soaring black and gray owl in the background of almost every outdoor scene in your comic,
you pointed out that it was him
BOKUTOOOO WAS SOOOOO HAPPY
HE WAS SHOUTING FROM THE ROOFTOPS
He called Akaashi right away and almost cried tears of joy hahahahaha
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Your contingent based lifestyle has saved your reckless boyfriend’s life and career many-a-times
It’s one of the things he loves most about you.
Also, it is important to mention that he is in LOVE with your laugh
Bby owl does anything to hear it and showers your face with kisses when you laugh to draw it out
He loves you so freaking much
When you don’t make sense and speak gibberish in public because your awkward side randomly comes out......your boyfriend loves to make fun of you:
“Huh? Nin, that wasn’t Japanese, that wasn’t Thai and that definitely wasn’t English. What planet is my adorable baby girl from, again? And how do I return her in exchange for a floating space car instead?!”
suh cute
All of Bokuto’s teammates really like you because you work in conjunction with Akaashi which means you actually have the magic ability to get Bokuto out of emo mode even faster than his best friend 🤯🤯🤯
When he’s at an away game in emo mode his teammates will literally FaceTime you and point their phone in his general direction
“Hey, Kōtarō!!!! Look, Nin’s on the phoneeee!”
Bby owl turns around slowly when he was sulking in the corner and when he sees you on the screen he’s running and jumping on whoever is holding your phone.”
“Kōtarō baby. You’re going to stop this emo mode right now. If not I won’t let you paint me nude like we discussed.”
mans was like: 😨😨😨😨🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗
YEP the next second you see him hitting his best practice spikes and his teammate thanks you profusely
You do this several times until Kōtarō just knows to not go into emo mode anymore because you won’t be happy
A year into his professional volleyball career The Black Jackal’s coach sent a surprise fruit bouquet to your work one time:
With a note that read:
To Nin,
Thanks.
Thanks a lot.
Love,
The Team
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I know you don’t really like people who are considered “too loud” and Bokuto is like...... “MEGA LOUD 🎙 “ but you and Akaashi work together to quiet your boy down as he gets older
He’s perfect
And you love him
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OKAY THIS IS THE FUNNIEST day THING:
You know how you like standing up for people (even strangers) and stuff?
Well one day, you and Bokuto get caught on a show called WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
Where the two of you cussed out this cat-abusing actor on the show in a convincing scenario!
It was PRICELESS
Bokuto literally tells everyone that y’all are movie stars because of it 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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More in the relationship:
Bo is always singing with you 💞 when y’all make breakfast it becomes a national sport to sing at the top of your lungs!!
And when he sees you eat chips with chopsticks he’s pulling a Hinata “🤩🤩🤩” face .
He begs you to teach him how
So you try
......and try
..................and try
He can’t do it bruv 😞
You see bby Owl’s emo mode return for the first time in like a year when the chip shatters between his sticks again
This time, you have to enlist Akaashi as the FaceTime saviour and Keiji just tells him:
“Bokuto. You should prefer eating chips with your hands anyway. It gets to your mouth faster.”
cue Bo’s 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 face
........And all is well again
There’s more:
So you’re a workaholic?
Bokuto is fine with that. He just makes you promise that he gets to take you out on your lunch breaks a few times a week or whenever he can
He’s so sweet and your coworkers are BIG jealous of your relationship
Your man BEGSSSSS you to teach him Thai but you find it too hard so when he’s travelling on a long flight he spends the time learning the language on YouTube (and actually get decent at it) so that he can understand you when you’re sleepy😴🥺💕
When Bokuto surprises you by wishing you goodnight in Thai before he falls asleep (while you’re giving him head rubs), your heart explodes BECAUSE why is he the cutest thing in the world ?!?!?!
RELATIONSHIP COMMUNICATION:
You don’t text/you’re bad at texting? That’s fine, mainly because bby owl is so busy with volleyball anyway, but if you don’t text him back when he is feeling needy the boy will call you 20 times in a row
When you finally pick up, your heart is beating like thinking it’s an emergency
But he will answer saying:
“Oh, no emergency. I just want booty pics. Please, Nin babyyyyy?”
you’re like: 😑
ANOTHER CUTE THING YOUR MAN DOES?????
AIGHT:
It’s cringey but.......
When you’re at work all day doing makeup and he’s home he will send you pics throughout the day of him taking care of your plants like they are y’alls newborn children:
His text:
Baby look!!! Ollie the Orchid grew to 7 inches today!!! Yesterday he was 6.8 inches!!!!! They grow up so fast 😭😭😭”
Your reply:
Not quite as long as your dick, Bo
His reply:
I hate when you get me horny when I’m trying to take care of the kiiiids 😭😭😭😭
Dkm
Of all the factors you look for in a man, Bokuto has all of them
Like I said he becomes much more mature when you and Akaashi are his closest compadres
What people don’t know is that Kōtarō is actually very mature he is just a hardcore optomist (besides emo mode lmao) so people often mistake him as immature or dumb
But He’s far from it and you see that everyday
It’s why you fell for him
When dealing with serious issues that life has to handle, you see a different side of Bokuto, a real side, the side he shows in every tough volleyball game when he makes you metaphorically step behind him so he can deal with any problem that comes your way
He would literally withstand all your battles if that meant you’d remain happy forever
We stan a relationship like yours💞
NSFW:
okay so you know how you chill in ballet 🩰 stretches sometimes?
THAT DRIVES KŌTARŌ WILD.
It turns him on so much and he is constantly testing how flexible you are in the bedroom
When you keep meeting his expectations he is POUNDING you cause he is so turned on
He fucking loves it
It also turns him on when you’ll be acting shy and stuff but then randomly you’ll lead your neighbourhood soccer team like a BAD BITCH
When he sees that he’s already asking Akaashi how long until the game ends because he’s horny:
Akaashi deadpans. “Too much information. And the game just started 3 minutes ago. Get a water and calm yourself.”
Bo is sad but it makes for one hell of a I’m-proud-of-you sexscape when you get home from your game!!
Your dirty jokes also turn Bokuto on.
A lot.
A lot a lot:
“Bo.....I was joking.”
“I know but if I hear the word ‘dick’ coming out of your mouth I automatically think of you blowing me so now I want us to go home.” He whines.
You sigh. He’s lucky he’s so fucking hot.
When you’re playing street fighter every night this boy will not leave you alone until you cockwarm him
“Nin can you pleaseeeeee warm my cock while you train? I miss you.”
Your concentration turns him on so he has to ask nicely 😊
You love his dick so of course you oblige
Bby owl is so happy just sitting there being in your company and in your warmth but sometimes or every time he ends up thrusting into you
Sometimes while he’s giving you deep slow thrusts he orders you to keep playing or he won’t get you off
Damn 🤤
Let’s not forget also that you drive your man wild by walking around the house in hoodies all the time and nothing else
Every day, another hoodie will be found in various RANDOM places in the house because Bo flings it off you before he makes love to you wherever, and they go missing
Finally, when you get all sad and pouty because one of your baker trials goes to shit (ruined chocolate brownies this time, boo 💔), your boyfriend is taking your hand gently in an instant, leading you to the bedroom:
“Don’t be sad my beautiful girl, you know how much I hate seeing you sad. It makes me sad.! Here, come in the room and sit on my face—I promise I’ll make you feel better.”
WELL DAMN—😳💦
Maybe you should screw up brownie recipes more often.
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A/N: do you know the show what would you do??? Watch it on YouTube if you haven’t haha I couldn’t stop thinking about you and Bokuto being on it after reading your matchup profile!!!! I hope you liked it bb! Give me all your reactions, I want all the smoke 💞💞💞
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//This is a new mini series i wanted to start where i try do a one shot everyday following the post i reblogged (im just having a random generator pick a number). I am starting school again soon though but im up for this and this is a bit of a creative release.//
Theme Word: Protect
‘Why didn’t i just sit in his stupid pocket’ Alice curses herself in her head. Shaking terribly and covering her mouth to silence her shaky breath. She silently prays for the return of her friend (boyfriend but Alice is far too shy to admit it). Charlie, her friend in question, has gone to get them lunch and offered her to come but her fear of dark small spaces overdriven her choice.
So now she sits in a dark space alone and terrified out her mind, with a stranger walking through the house. Oh how she regrets not going with him. She’s now frozen from fear with anxiety eating her.
Meanwhile Charlie continues at the supermarket unaware the terror his tiny dancer faces. She did cross his mind every so often. The way her hair fell over her face and shoulders, covering her face with a curtain of jade green hair. The months and months she begged Charlie to dye her hair. Her lips pouted and the stars in her eyes glowing stronger than before.
Thinking about her longer Charlie did want to ask her out officially. They hadn’t talked about it for too long. But Charlie wished she was could hold a conversation about it. She was far too nervous about it. ‘Perhaps she didn’t want to admit that she cant resist my good looks’. Charlie then picked foods he knows Alice loves because it’s the /little things in life that matter/ no pun intended.
RINGGG. Charlies phone started to ring suddenly, strange who could it be. “ Heyy man where are you, im at your apartment. I thought we were gonna do something.” Bailey said through the phone. ‘Wait is it really Tuesday...already!!!’ “ Uhhh you’re at my place?” Charlie began. “ Well duhh it is Tuesday man.” Bailey announces proudly. “Stay uh right there. Ok? Right there. Dont move ok? Im 10 minutes away.” This statement made Bailey even more confused but he obeyed and set himself on the couch.
Alice’s worry only doubled when the stranger sat on the couch she hid under. ‘10 minutes is too long’ She cried in her head as her panic attack was becoming harder to contain. Alice occasionally had to hold her breathe to not be too loud for the “Bailey” person. ‘Charlie is coming just have faith.’ Her mind pleads. She was thankful that ‘Bailey’ hadn’t moved at all but she just wants him gone.
Charlie bursts through the door of the small apartment with a red face, heavy breathing and a small grocery bag. Bailey just looks at him with amusement. “Aww did you miss me that much. “ Bailey slurred out in a fake sweet voice. Charlie paid him no attention and was too busy searching the floor for Alice. “Uhhh dude. What are you doing?” Charlie then grabbed Baileys sleeve and pulled him over to the door that he left open. “ Woah woah slow down what’d i do?” Bailey pleaded. The door shut in his face was an answer enough.
“Alice come out im here.” His pleas sounded out in the small apartment. Searching high and low for a 5 inch tall girl should have been easy. Looking for her in a two bedroom apartment should be even easier. “ Come on,come on.” His muttering continued. Looking under the couch he finally felt so relaxed and better that he found her.
Curled in a ball and passed out fully asleep she laid. The beautiful emerald hair splayed everywhere over her face. Her breathing was uneven at times. But she seemed very at ease. Carefully reaching under the couch Charlie gently picked her up and brought her out of the darkness. Ever so slightly Charlie pushed some of her hair out of her face.
The front door was opened suddenly and the moment was over. Bailey some how broke in. Again. “Charlie dude what the hell!!” Bailey yelled at him mad and confused he was pushed out like that. Immediately Charlie placed Alice behind himself and under the couch. Keeping her hidden and away. “Look im sorry ok just. Why did you break into my house. When did i give you permission to do that?” Charlie questioned as he stood up facing Bailey.
“Me? You think I’m in the wrong. Did you not just toss me out of here like i did something wrong.” Baileys argued. “Well you did break into my place without me knowing so yes you deserved it.” Charlie replied slightly harsh in his words. “You knew I was coming for us to go out. You wanted me to go out and do something together.” Bailey practically screamed. Charlie sat down on the ground and took multiple deep breaths. “Is there something you’re hiding from me?” Bailey asked. Hearing this Charlies body tensed up. “Why do u say that.” “You’re hand is behind you and your back.”
As gentle as he could Charlie wrapped his hand around Alices still sleeping body. “You need to go Bailey. Now.” “Tell me Charlie. Now” Charlie stood up silently and held her to his chest and headed to the bedroom. Bailey did continue to yell and shove at Charlie. Ignoring the yells and hits he carefully places Alice into the bed and made sure she had blankets on her.
Bailey had stopped screaming and was now in a transe after seeing the green haired tiny girl. But now that she was in the bed Charlie turned at Bailey with a ice cold stare. He grabbed Baileys hand and dragged him to the kitchen without any mercy to his hand. “You dont come to my place again, and give me whatever it is that gets you in here now.” Charlie demands gripping the kitchen counter hard and glaring at Bailey. Who was incredibly confused and terrified gave over a key for the apartment.
Snatching the key and tossing it in a draw he then began pushing Bailey to the door. “Wait wait come on just tell me what that thing was.” In short now Bailey really fucked up. No longer was Charlies cold. They were almost red full of anger. Taking Baileys arm in vise like grip he shoved him out of the room and kicked him out of the apartment. “Call her a thing again and I will break your arm.”
Slamming the door he locked it and placed a wedge under the door Charlie collapsed against the door. He could hear Bailey yelling again and pleading but he ignored it. Thousands of thoughts ran through his head and it felt heavy. The guilt of being so harsh to him was starting to hit him. What about Alice what if she finds out what he did to keep her safe. Would she feel scared.
He knew he was thinking too much of it but he started to fear that he’ll loose Alice. Before it registered to him was crying. Streaming tears that he barely could feel. He gave up trying to stop them so he tidied the house then needed to forget of today. Slowly heading to the bedroom he made sure he was was quiet if she was asleep still.
She hadn’t moved at all for a whole hour. “Honestly you’d sleep through a hurricane.” Charlie quietly joked. He felt better smiling though. Going to the other side of the bed Charlie slipped into the bedsheets curling himself slightly around Alice. Looking at her tear stained face he knew she should have just sat in his pocket. Soon enough Charlie fell asleep but felt content with a small green head girl in his hands.
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Sorry for those reading along! I had some internet issues and a crazy weekend. Here is part 5! Warning: This contains sexual assault and talks about PTSD.
"I put my bike away when I got home and went inside. Grace was there with a couple people on the couch, they were all clearly doped up.
“Hailey!” Grace called, getting up.
“Hey, Grace. I’m not hanging out. Work was rough today. I just need to be alone.”
“Hey, dude, come on. Why don’t you ever hang out anymore?” Grace asked. “Is it because I got you arrested?”
I just wanted to go upstairs. But she was blocking the stairs.
“Look, I deserved what I got. I know I did. I’ve just decided I don’t want that life anymore.”
“Oh you think you’re better than the rest of us, huh?” one of the guys still on the couch asked. He had black hair that was shaggy and was a toothpick. Both of them were, which wasn’t surprising given what they were doing.
“What? No, not at all. I just… I can’t live like that anymore. It’s not for me,” I said, trying to duck under her arm. But she sidestepped to still block my path.
“Come on, man. One more time won’t kill you,” she said.
“No, but it could blow my chance at this job I really like. Plus I just don’t even want to feel the way meth makes me feel. I’d rather not, Grace. Please, I just need to be alone. I have a date anyway, and I want to get ready,” I say.
She stood there looking at me for a moment before stepping aside, letting me go upstairs.
I checked my phone. June was asking what time I would be over. I told her to let me shower and then I would be ready.
As I sat on my bed, my door opened. I got ready to yell at Grace that I didn’t want company, but it was one of the guys that had been on the couch. His greasy black hair hung to his shoulders. He was about six feet tall and his baggy shirt hung off of his body.
“You, uh, you have a date?”
“I do. My room is off limits,” I said, discreetly reaching for the knife under my pillow.
“You’re too pretty to be taken.”
“Back off,” I said sternly, my voice raising.
“But… But I just want to talk. Don’t you know any nice guys that just want to talk?”
“I’ve never met a ‘nice guy’ that just wanted to talk. Get out of my room,” I warned. My hand was now under my pillow, my fingers around my knife.
He lunged at me before I could pull it out, though, and knocked me off the bed. Luckily I didn’t lose my grip on it and I sprung it open as we hit the floor.
“Grace told me you don’t like guys,” he huffed, working to pin me. He was surprisingly strong for his physical state, but I knew better than to expect him to be weak.
I struggled against him, but he weighed more than me thanks to his height. I was only 5’4”. He shoved his arms up my shirt to take it off, but when that didn’t work, he ripped it from the front, tearing the buttons off of my work shirt.
When he did that, it freed up my hand, so I did what I knew I had to do. What I desperately didn’t want to. I sunk the metal into his flesh. He cried out, but still tried to undo my bra. So I did it again. And again. And again. I made sure to miss any organs while still causing pain.
Finally he fell off of me. I jumped up and, without looking back, I ran out the door. I didn’t stop to grab my helmet or coat or anything other than my wallet and keys. I hopped on my bike, before anyone could stop me and peeled out of the driveway.
I couldn’t think. I could barely see. The wind against my bare torso hardly registered. Tears flooded my eyes. Memories flooded back. An orange jumpsuit on top of me. My shirt ripped open.
“You’d be prettier if your stomach was flat.”
Her voice haunted me. It sent chills throughout my whole body.
“Struggle if you want. That just makes it more fun for me.”
It had happened over a year and a half ago, but I could hear her voice in my ear as if she was sitting on my motorcycle behind me.
“Your scream is sexy, babe.”
And the guard. The guard just stood there. I could tell he was hard from watching it. He just watched as she took my dignity.
That was the first time since I’d been with a guy that it hurt. God, it had hurt so bad, but she didn’t stop. She didn’t stop even after she’d finished. Not until there was blood.
I tried to blink away the tears. I knew I was driving too fast, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t even focus on where I was going. I could only make sure that I wasn’t driving erratically or breaking any laws other than the speed limit.
“We gotta do this more often.”
I found myself back at the vet office I honestly called home more than my own house. It was only 10 minutes after they closed, I knew Amanda would still be there. I didn’t want to be here like this, but I didn’t have anywhere else to go.
I turned my bike off and with shaky hands opened the door. But Amanda wasn’t anywhere to be seen, instead, Andrea was there.
She looked up from the desk, clearly ready to tell whoever was coming in that the office was closed. But when she saw me, her mouth hung open and her eyes widened.
“What have you done?” she asked as she stepped out from behind the front desk, horrified, seeing the blood all over me. Her eyes lingered on my stomach and chest, I assumed to stare at where the blood was most concentrated. I could also see a hint of worry and sadness. Why sadness?
“Wh-.. What… Have I… Done?” I asked, barely able to process the question. Then everything snapped. The shock, the pain from the scuffle, the hurt in my heart. I realized I had bruises. The guy at the house must have gotten in a few hits. “What… Have I done????” I repeated.
Andrea held her hands up, as if trying to calm me. “Easy there. I have a gun in the back.”
“What have I done???” I repeated again through tears. I was shaking uncontrollably. I tried to take a step, but instead I fell to the ground. When Andrea saw the tears she started to walk forward slowly, unsure what to make of me.
Just then, Amanda came out of the back room. “Hailey!” she exclaimed before rushing over to me. “What happened??”
“My… My roommate,” I started, right before bursting into more tears.
Amanda pulled me close, letting me cry into her shoulder.
“Her f-fr-friend,” I sobbed. “H-he came up t-t-to my room. He didn’t even let me relax after…. After work.”
I motioned to my clothes. I noticed Andrea hovering at the other edge of the waiting room, not sure if she should come over or not.
“He… He wanted,” I pointed to my shirt. I couldn’t finish, but they both knew what I meant. “I had a knife. I didn’t… I didn’t know what else to do.”
I sobbed more into Amanda’s shoulder. Andrea finally came over, still cautious. Amanda stroked my hair and back and Andrea sat down on the floor next to me, putting a hand on my shoulder
“It wasn’t your fault,” Andrea said quietly in a surprisingly soothing voice. “He made you do that. You didn’t want to. When you’re ready, come into the back room. I’ll make sure you’re cleaned and okay physically.”
Both Amanda and I looked at her, a little surprised by how gentle she was being.
“Then, we’ll go to your house,” Andrea continued. “I’ll see what care he needs. Then I’ll take care of it.”
The coldness in her voice scared me. Her eyes were hollow. I’d never been so afraid of someone as I was of Andrea in that moment, so Amanda and I followed her instructions. Amanda continued to close up the office as Andrea led me to the back room. There was a stiffness and hardness about her movements and her expressions. It was terrifying.
She took a towel and wetted it as she slipped my shirt off. Her hands were so gentle it was soothing. She wiped at the blood on my skin, rinsing the cloth off every few wipes to keep it clean.
It was comforting until she moved behind me.
“How are you feeling?” she murmured into my ear.
Feeling her hands on my bare skin, not having a shirt, and having someone’s voice in my ear while they were behind me caused a flashback from that moment in prison.
“You feel sexy.”
“Stop! Stop!!” I cried, jolting forward. I fell to my knees as I scrambled to get away from her. I whirled around, sitting up to see a shocked and confused look on her face.
“Hailey, I was just cleaning you. It’s okay,” she said softly. She took a small step towards me, holding her hands up, trying to calm me down.
“Sorry, I…. uh… I,” I stammered, trying to figure out a way to explain my reaction.
Andrea looked at me with sympathy. “You have PTSD, don’t you?”
I stared up at her, wondering how she could read me that well when we’d only worked with each other for less than three months.
“I’ve struggled with some hard memories. I know what it looks like,” she explained, walking over to me slowly and kneeling down. “What can I do to not trigger it?”
“It’s, um. It’s just if someone is whispering in my ear or behind me, mostly,” I admitted.
“If I don’t talk can I wipe your back?”
I nodded, letting her walk around to be behind me. I took a deep breath and tried to relax my shoulders.
She touched me a little more firmly, clearly trying to ground me and making sure the touch didn’t feel like the way she’d just touched me.
Finally she was done, coming around in front of me, helped me up, and placed a hand on my upper arm.
“Now, show me where it hurts.”
I pointed to my ribs, realizing there were bruises there now that the blood was gone. She checked my ribs and stomach, making sure everything was okay. After that, she took my forearm gently in her hands, looking at my wrist.
There were bruises on each wrist, but they didn’t hurt as much as my ribs. After checking them a bit, she straightened up and said, “Should we go back to your place now? Are you ready?”
I nodded, wondering if she would actually come back with me to my house. Just the thought of going back caused me to start shaking.
Andrea gently put her hand on my elbow and stepped within just inches of me. “It’s okay. I’ll be there.” Her eyes were so kind. Her voice was so soft. My shivers melted away and for the first time since I’d left my house, my shoulders relaxed.
True to her word, she caught a ride with Amanda to my house. I was embarrassed to show them the neighborhood, and I could tell they were both nervous, but regardless of her fear, Andrea got out, telling Amanda to stay in the car.
I could feel my hands shaking as I opened the door, fighting my fear to do so. Something about Andrea behind me comforted me and gave me the strength to push the door open. Even though I had never been with Andrea outside of the lab, I knew she had my back.
The guy was on the couch again, bloody towels around him.
“What the fuck, Hailey?? Why would you stab Tyler??” Grace asked, turning to me.
“Because he’s an asshole who deserved it,” Andrea said coolly as she walked over with her medical kit. “Move aside, let me look at his cuts.”
“Why would I let you look at my cuts?” Tyler snarled.
“Because I assume you don’t want to go to the hospital with how much shit is in your system. Because I have a doctorate in biology and treat stupid, feral animals every day. Because Hailey happens to be one of my best coworkers and I’ll not have you dying and ruining our work environment,” she snapped, shoving his hands away from his side. “I’m the best chance you have at living right now. So shut up and let me fix this so I can properly threaten you afterwards.”
Everyone in the room, including me, was so shocked they all just let her treat him.
“Yes it seems she missed all of your organs,” Andrea said, sounding pleased.
“I know where to stab someone to cause damage,” I offered, nodding. I had done that on purpose and I wanted her to know it.
Andrea turned to look at me, eyebrows raised. I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like there was a smile playing at the edge of her lips. Her full lips. She stitched him up, not giving him anything for the pain. She seemed to be almost glad he was squirming under her and constantly berated him for making the procedure harder, often looking back at me.
“Now. Hailey told us what led up to you getting injured,” Andrea said after she had dressed the wounds, putting her medical kit away. Her voice was cold again. Hollow. Terrifying.
“She’s a lying bitch!” Tyler started right before screaming because Andrea pushed down hard on one of his stab wounds.
“You need to learn to keep it in your pants. I know you can’t think of any scenario where a woman wouldn’t want that pitiful carcass you call a body, but you need to get used to that. Because if I ever find out that you did anything other than keep those pants zipped I will personally drug you, bring you to my lab while no one is there to hear your screams, and then make sure you are fully conscious while I cut you open and remove every single reproductive organ in your body while you watch,” she said. Her face told every person in the room that she wasn’t just saying that, either.
“Are… are you threatening me?” Tyler asked. He tried to sound tough, but the color was already draining from his face. He was as terrified as I was of her right now.
“I’m promising you,” Andrea answered right before standing up. Then she turned to me. “Can you pack your things?”
I nodded, completely speechless.
As I hurried up the stairs, I heard Andrea ask who was my roommate and tell her to start looking for a new one.
I quickly put all of my work clothes into a bag and all of my essential things, which weren’t much. By the time I got back downstairs, Andrea was waiting by the door. Everyone else looked too scared to speak.
We walked back out and Andrea took my bag from me, putting it in Amanda’s car.
“We talked about it on the way over,” Andrea explained. “You’ll stay with Amanda for as long as you need.”
“I doubt I can afford that.”
“Don’t worry about it. Pay her what you can. We’ve figured out a way to make it work.”
I was speechless. “My… My car,” I started, turning to the garage.
Andrea held out her hand. I handed her the car keys and she strode over to the car, getting in the driver’s seat. Amanda pulled out and we both followed her to her house.
#original work#redhead#lgbtlove#rescue#lesbian love#lesbians#original writing#fiction#f/f romance#f/f fic#gay love#animals#lgbtpride#lgbtq characters#lgbtq#lgbtq representation#loveislove
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Maid For You (Part 3) Taehyung x Reader
Author: bts-svt-mx
Taehyung x Reader
Jungkook x Reader
Rating: Fluff, M, eventual smut if i get to it lol
Tags: Slow burn, Enemies to Lovers AU, Idol! Taehyung, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader, Hoseok, mentions of other members
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (M), 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Word Count: 2,400
Description: Wanting to get out of your parents house and experience what the world had to offer is way more expensive than people tell you it will be. So when your glamorous “manager to the stars” cousin Hoseok hooks you up with a job as the live-in maid for a hillside, massive mansion, you feel as though life might actually be looking up. That is until the mansion’s absentee high profile celebrity owner surprises you by moving back in leaving you to wonder if this mansion is big enough for you and his huge ego.
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Chapter 3:
“Now if you’ll excuse me,” You push yourself away from in front of the refrigerator putting the mop in the small cleaning supply closet a few steps away. Taehyung hasn’t moved an inch. Now it’s his turn to be speechless. “I have a job to continue doing seeing as I’m the main person making sure your house doesn’t end up looking like an abandoned dump with all the dust the piling up from no one EVER USING ANYTHING HERE,” You practically scream the last part in his direction, words still reverberating off the walls as you turn swiftly on your heel to head rather quickly to your room on the West side of the mansion.
You had a phone call to make.
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“Yo, yo, yo Y/N-o! What can I do for my awesome cousin on this beautiful day?” Hoseok’s sing song voice just made this situation a whole lot more annoying to you for some reason. Steam was practically coming out of your ears, you were so pissed off. As you plop yourself on your large bed, little Hodu immediately jumps up to snuggle with you.
“What the hell Hoseok?!” You screech through the phone at a half yelling, half whispering level. Hodu being the only thing stopping you from making a bigger fuss since you didn’t want to scare the puppy. And besides, Taehyung could have followed you to your side of the mansion so you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing you go crying to your cousin (and his manager) after what he said to you. Or rather, what you said to each other.
“Woah, Y/N. Calm down. I’m sensing some hostility here!” The ever smiling boy laughed from the other side of the phone. God knows where he could be right now. Brazil? Hong Kong? Tokyo? LA? Judging by the loud chatter in the background it seems as though whatever city he’s in right now, he’s definitely somewhere with a lot of people.
“How could you not tell me that I am the live-in maid for Kim Taehyung, the most famous pop star in the world?!” A year ago you would have asked that question with excitement and happiness, but now it’s spilling out of your mouth with fire and anger. “And that he didn’t know he even had a live-in maid?!”
A loud round of laughter along with some glasses clinking comes from the background of Hoseok’s side but fades as it sounds like he is walking away from the main source of the noise. “Well this definitely isn’t the reaction I was expecting from you,” He chuckles. “I thought you would be way happier about this. Jumping up and down- Thanking me even... Little miss Future Mrs. Kim Taehyung,” He teases.
At that your cheeks turn red with embarrassment. Damn Hoseok for reading your personal journal from your lovesick fangirl days! You didn’t have any siblings so Hoseok had gladly taken the role as your older brother, doing all the annoying things an older brother would do growing up. Like reading through your diary for example.
A scoff leaves your mouth. What a naive little teenager you were. “Well, that was before I found out he’s actually the biggest douchebag in the entire world!” You can’t help but yell that part a little bit. Seriously, how does Hoseok manage him? You would want to tear your hair out every time you even so much as looked at him.
“Oh come on Cuz’. He’s really not that bad. The fame just got to his head a little! Trust me, there’s a great guy underneath that front he puts on for everyone,” Hoseok explains, his voice a little muffled with the sound of crunching of chips in between some of his words.
You sigh. Of course Hoseok has a different opinion on him, he’s his manager. “Well he might be like that with you, but you should have heard wha-”
Hoseok’s infectious laughter bursts through the phone. He’s clearly not listening to you anymore. “Oh there’s no way in hell you can beat me at Pool, Jeon Jungkook!”
This is a serious issue! Why can’t Hoseok ever just- Wait.
Did I hear that name right? Jeon Jungkook? The up-and-coming singer/dancer/heartthrob Jeon Jungkook?
You’ve got to be kidding, he is so hot! How does Hoseok know literally every freaking famous person ever!
Ugh. Focus up Y/N. You have a different pop star to deal with right now.
“Seriously, Hoseok, listen to me!” It comes out as more of a plea then you would like it to but really, how are you supposed to work for this guy? What if Taehyung fires you? What are you going to do about your new life in the city if that happens? You finally had a good group of friends and really fun hobbies... You couldn’t move back home. You still needed to find your calling here.
“Yah! Wait for me kid! Look, Y/N, I gotta go,” His voice sounds rushed and shallow as if he’s just started to jog somewhere. “Just trust me on this, ok Y/N? You’re the best-”
And click.
“Hoseok? Hoseok!! Hobi!” You pull the phone away from your ear to reveal your home screen once again lighting up your cell phone. He hung up on you. Great.
Obviously you were on your own in this situation.
The remainder of your frustration exits your body in a good old fashioned muffled scream into your pillow.
How did you end up here? What happened to the amazing set up of being a maid living in a humongous mansion, not having to worry about rent or bills, only truly cleaning up after yourself and Hodu every day on top of the light cleaning and other miscellaneous tasks you did weekly to upkeep the place?
Oh yeah. Kim Taehyung happened.
Looking back, you may have overreacted in the situation with Taehyung. You can usually keep your mouth shut well enough but once it crosses a certain point of disrespect, you always tend to snap. You just had such little tolerance for anyone who thought they could treat another human being with such a superiority complex as that that boy had.
So what now? Obviously you still were going to live and work here if you could. You needed this job and a place to live. As much as you loved your parents, going to live back home, leaving the beginning of a life that you made for yourself in the city just wasn’t an option.
You’ll just have to endure it. Living here while simultaneously working around Taehyung and his huge ass ego.
And you hoped. Maybe, maybe you just caught him on a bad day. Maybe he wasn’t the egotistical douchebag he made himself out to be.
Maybe if he apologized, you could actually be his friend.
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Yeah, you weren’t getting that apology any time soon.
Thankfully you hadn’t seen Taehyung for the rest of the day. Only venturing out of your wing of the mansion to tiptoe to the backyard avoiding ‘Taehyung Territory’ (which you had officially decided to call it) to that much needed sauna before rushing back to your side making yourself dinner in your own kitchen and tucking yourself and Hodu into bed early.
But the next day, barely even a step out of the white marbled hallway leading out of your wing, you collided with a hard, tall body, so hard it almost knocked you to the ground.
Inwardly you cringed. You didn’t even need to look up to figure out who you had just body checked. There goes your plan to approach him casually and try to make amends. Truly, could your luck get any worse with this dude?
Bracing yourself for the worst, slowly you lift your head to meet his gaze. His features sat stone cold, clearly unaffected by your unfortunate clumsiness. He didn’t even make a move to catch you in case you fell.. That douchebag..
The stare you two share goes on for a couple of seconds too long, his expression never changing. Well clearly he isn’t going to say anything so you guess it’s up to you.
“Hi... Um- I mean I’m sorry. I should have watched where I was going..” Ugh. Getting that out was difficult. Wow the ground is so fascinating! And it definitely isn’t as scary as the death stare Taehyung is giving you right now.
Well at least you’re dressed in presentable clothes today, with your usual look of slightly wavy hair and enough makeup to make you actually look kind of nice. Not that you really cared what he thought about how you looked but honestly, what was the boy doing over here?
“You’re up early.” Is all he says back to you. Morning voice apparent in the raspiness of his speech.
Wow, thanks Captain Obvious. Your painting class this morning starts at 9:00am and the drive there could take a while depending on traffic. It was currently 8:00am and honestly if you’re going to be stuck with him for a while beating around the bush like this you were definitely going to be late.
A realization hits you. Crap, this is the first time you’ve seen him since you blew up on him yesterday. What if he walked all the way over here from his side of the mansion to fire you as soon as he woke up?
Oh no, oh no, oh no. Please don’t fire me. He can’t do this. You can’t lose this job.
You need to do some damage control. Plastering on a polite smile onto your face to hide your fear, you look up at him once again. “What can I do for you, Taehyung?”
Why did we have to start off on the wrong foot like this? There are so many things you’re going to miss out on once you’re forced to move back home. No more karaoke nights with your city friends, no more painting and dance classes, no more fun nights out drinking-
“I believe you have something of mine.” His low voice breaks you out of your downward spiral.
What? You have something of his? What could you possibly have that is his? He didn’t even get here until yesterday.
The small sounds of yipping behind you answers your question and the realization hits you.
How could you forget about little Hodu? He must have heard Taehyung’s voice from the other side of the door. Nodding your head and trying to hide your look of surprise that his first conversation with you hasn’t yet turned to him firing you, you turn and head back down the hallway to open your door.
Aww, you really loved Hodu… He was one of the only things to keep you company in this huge house. But Hodu was Taehyung’s and even though you’ve practically been his mother for the past couple of months, Hodu did belong to him...
Taking a deep breath and mentally saying goodbye to your little friend, you open the door slowly before it pushes against you as Hodu happily comes charging out of your hallway and directly into Taehyung’s arms.
Your gaze follows Hodu as Taehyung happily sweeps little Hodu up into his arms with ease and rises him up in the air Lion King style.
The brightest smile you’ve ever seen on Taehyung covers his face and he looks genuinely... Happy. You didn’t realize before, but this is the first time you have seen an authentic smile on his face since you met him.
It kind of reminds you of how Taehyung was when you first started liking him at the beginning of his career. Carefree, loving, unapologetically happy, boy-ish, silly. Later in the years that you had liked him you had noticed a change in the way he acted in interviews and fan meets. Of course he still put on a happy face but something had changed as he grew up in the industry. You chalked it up to him just being more used to the celebrity life, that he was just a little tired maybe… But maybe it was because you now knew him in real life without any need to put on a happy face for a camera that you realized that Taehyung may have just been pretending to be this perfect angel for a really long time now.
Or maybe you were reading too deeply into this.
But honestly, ever since yesterday you weren’t really sure if the boy in front of you had any capability of being able to be nice to anyone or anything. Well at least he was capable of showing real emotion even if it was towards a dog.
Taehyung’s gaze returns back to you and his expression instantly goes cold again.
Glad to see that lasted.
“You’re dismissed.” Taehyung snaps turning on his heel to head towards the direction of his own wing of the mansion.
His curt words left you confused. “I’m sorry what? I’m dismissed?” The words come out before you can stop them. Seriously Y/N when did it become so hard for you to keep your thoughts to yourself?
Taehyung slowly turns back halfway towards you, cocking his head. Hodu still happily panting from excitement in his arms. “I said, you’re dis-missed.” He says, overly annunciating each part.
“Unless you care to stay in that same spot all day long. Which I personally wouldn’t care to do but, be my guest.” He purrs, talking so nonchalantly it bothers you in an indescribable way.
Suddenly, he snaps the hand that’s not holding Hodu up quickly like he’s just remembered something important. “Wait I’m sorry, I misspoke. I meant to say..” Taehyung slowly leans towards you, his face close enough for you to be able to see the faint scar near his lips. “Be my maid,” He pulls back as his lips curve into that taunting smirk of his, his words laced with malice and mockery.
You’re dumbfounded. Stuck in place. You try to come up with a witty comeback but you just... go blank. How could someone be so blatantly rude like that?
You try your best not to look surprised by his correction. That’s what he wants. He wants to get a rise out of you. He wants to make you angry and upset. But you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. Not today, not ever.
“What, so you’re not going to fire me?” Is all you can retort. You didn’t care if this was the worst time to bring it up. You didn’t care if he was going to throw you out on your butt in two seconds after asking. You had to know if he was going to do it. You just couldn’t leave this fear hanging over your head without an answer.
Taehyung arches his eyebrow as if to acknowledge your courage but his expression remains cold as ice. “I can’t fire you. Trust me I tried. Turns out Hoseok is the one who hired you and controls your pay. Technically he’s the only one who can fire you. So I guess I’m stuck with you.” And with that he stalks back into Taehyung Territory with little Hodu in his arms.
You don’t know whether to feel relieved or not. Yes, you were happy that you still had a place to stay and you didn’t have to move back in with your parents leaving your beginnings of a life behind.
But on the other hand, Taehyung was right. You were stuck with him.
This mansion might be big, but Taehyung’s ego was already suffocating you.
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i never check my mentions apparently @alpacalmond and @uiyutrentasei tagged me in a GTKM thing so im gonna do it oh uhhhh 2 weeks later LOL because i cant sleep and i hate myself
i tag @hal-strider if they didnt do it? and @noctiilucent, @kiyumiarashi, @whimsicmimic and @ataliaf uwu and anyone else who wants to do it!!
how tall are you: this is a cryptid question. i get a different result every time i try to measure myself and ive never asked anyone else to do it for me. some people tell me im very short, others have told me im average height for someone who is afab. im gonna hazard a guess at 5′5 tho.
what colour are your eyes: very dark brown
do you wear contacts and/or glasses: glasses. i literally CANNOT see without them. i mean like 2 inches from my glasses-less face is so blurry its unbelievable. i get super triggered by eye stuff tho so contacts are a no go ALSO i look weird w/o glasses anyway.
do you wear braces: no my teeth r p good actually. one is a bit wonky but thats life
what is your fashion style: i mean 90% panties and a sweaty 4 day tshirt because i just spend all day in my room like a goblin. BUT when i actually go out im ur basic ass post-emo trans dude with skinny jeans, converse and a too-big graphic tee. sometimes i spice it up with a plaid shirt because im fuckin GAY.
when were you born: october 12th 1999, babey
how old are you: 18 motherfucker flashes my titties and gulps a bottle of vodka im an ADULT
do you have any siblings: yes. a younger brother and hes a cunt
what school/college do you go to: im at sixth form rn (last yr of highschool technically if ur american but im not and hs finishes at 16 yrs old here deal with it). im going uni next yr tho and this years almost over for me academically since we go on study leave soon for our final exams. uwu overshares
what kind of student are you: the asshole who never studies for tests and does homework at 5am the morning before and still manages to pull straight As to everyones anger. im also the adhd class clown who makes random noises and cant concentrate half the time. ik i hate myself too im so annoying irl even more so than online.
what are your favorite subjects: in terms of actual content of the subject, english lit fs. in terms of classmates/teachers/general atmosphere DEFFO drama we spend half of our time eating cake, singing random shit and just losing our minds while filming it on snapchat which shouldnt at all be allowed.
what are your favorite movies: god idek. um. fuck. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i cant think of a single movie. ok ok ok i got it: white chicks, premium rush, scott pilgrim vs the world, the cornetto triology too i just love edgar hes such a great director. i like a lot of the marvel movies esp the spiderman hc and thor ragnorok and both gotg were p good. i love a lot of movies my brains just a void that sucks memories up into its fat gob and steals them from me forever.
what are your pastimes: sleeping, crying, used to be rping but i gave up on that, playing overwatch way too much and getting tilted because im shit, reading fanfictions did i say sleeping
do you have many regrets: dude. my guy. come in close. let me whisper in ur ear. are you close? no, closer. ok.
YES
what is your dream job: whoo boy. im do indecisive and i think a LOT of jobs seem super cool that id never do i.e. be an actor or be in a band. my dream job since i was like 8 was to be a writer which is unlikely since i cant even finish a pwp oneshot. but thatd be cool. id also like to write plays and direct them but thats also wild and v dream > reality.
would you like to get married: honestly. marriage as an institution? angers me. i dont like a lot of things about it. BUT. part of the reason i hate it is honestly if ur in a long long term relationship with someone ur better off married than not in terms of the benefits so. id happily get married if the other person wanted and/or we felt like it was the right thing to do, i just dont really care about being married or having a wedding tbh.
do you want kids? how many if so: no. hard pass. i might adopt if im long-term with someone who SUPER wants kids but that likely wont happen because i dont want to get into a long-term relationship with someone so desperate for kids since i dont have that same enthusiasm. sorry. ill be ur uncle gabe but im not having my own children im just not well equipped to literally have a full time job of making sure little idiots (meant affectionately) who dont know fuck from shit dont just straight up die. i can barely do that for myself.
how many countries have you visited: shit dude actually ive only visited like... uh... 4??? a lot of my holidays tend to be to the same countries (portugal/america) so i dont have that much experience like i feel like i do.
what was your scariest dream: hmmmm. when i was a kid i had these recurring dreams where i worked at this like. “zoo” where these MASSIVE, i mean ABSOLUTELY MASSIVE string rays that were also pancakes were like. hooked up to make electricity? anyway i hated the job because we all abused the rays super bad to make them generate the power and it sucked and it was all dystopian. there was stuff where like we had to kill the baby rays and stuff. anyway one day it went all planet of the apes and they broke out somehow and could fly and they killed loads of people and i had to go into hiding because they were super clever and could id who had worked at the zoo plant and wanted revenge. its super weird ik but this is pretty tame for my dreams they go HARD and BIZARRE and this one always made me wake up feeling super sick and scared idk. ur welcome.
do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other: no im lonely but its ok because i need to work on me
put your playlist on shuffle and without skipping the first 15 songs: ok so i dont really have a “playlist” per se so im just gonna use my top 100 2017 songs on spotify which ignores a lot of my non-spotify non-2017 bangers but whatever.
1) ‘My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark’ by FOB
2) ‘Tuxford Fall’ - Vasudeva
3) ‘Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued’ - FOB
4) ‘Fried Noodles: Getter Remix’ - Pink Guy, Getter (listen ive never watched any filthy frank he weirds me out but this is a banger)
5) ‘Brick By Boring Brick’ - Paramore
6) ‘Thnks Fr Th Mmrs’ - FOB (i really dont listen to this much fob this is crazy)
7) ‘Death Note L’s Theme Goes Metal’ - Charlie Parra del Riego (theres no defence for this)
8) ‘Turnstile’ - Vasudeva
9) ‘Idle Worship’ - Paramore
10) ‘Monster’ - Paramore
11) ‘Miss Missing You’ - FOB
12) ‘The City’ - Madeon
13) ‘Far Too Young To Die’ - P!ATD
14) ‘Don’t Stop’ - Nothing More (really this is the band i listen to much smh these results are so skewed)
15) ‘Smile Like You Mean It’ - The Killers
#the void it speaks#lad tag#about me#i guess?#fhjdskshdsjg#this is stupid i h8 myself but also i love oversharing bye
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Monsta X reaction to their s/o being a very busy university student
requested by anon~
a/n: i hope you guys enjoy reading this! credits to the owners for these gifs :)
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Shownu; Being busy with university never really bothered Shownu though. Once you give him notice that you’ll be busy for a couple of weeks, this appa would totally be supporting you all throughout. He’d actually tell you to take some break or if ever you had any problem you can call him and ask him. Despite not being able to spend time with each other, Shownu would ask you for your schedule and would actually make time for you whenever you’re taking a break. He would also constantly send messages that would literally cheer you on and he would also call you from time to time, asking how you are or have you eaten or just take a break for awhile. Or he’d also be all ears when you have a rant or if you badly need him, he’d be there right away to make you relaxed and stress free.
appa nu (8:32 pm): Hey, [y/n]! I hope you’re doing well. Don’t forget to take a break, okay? I know you can do this and don’t forget to eat alright? I’ll call you in a bit. I love you and I miss you so so much!
appa nu (9:15 pm): Baby, I bought some ice creams and some of your favorite dishes. Do you want me to go there and feed you? Don’t get too stressed okay?
“Babe, how’s studying?”
“I haven’t been able to sleep for 2 straight days oppa and here I am, drinking my 6th coffee and I’ve never been so dead in my entire life.”
“You should take a break, babe. I’ll be there in a few and once I get there, you better be ready to take a break, understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Alright. See you soon, I love you and you can do it! Fighting!”
“I love you too!”
Wonho; By the minute Wonho knew that you’ll be busy starting today, he’d be sad. A sulky and pouty Wonho would actually appear. But then he would try to understand that you’re pursuing your dreams and all and that he needs to support you….. another but, he’d be super duper lonely. He would snap you tons of selfies and other stuff that he’s been doing with the boys. And he’d also call you from time to time, reminding you how much he loves you and how much he misses you and how much he’s there to support you with all his heart and soul (lol) and if ever you’re feeling lonely, he’s always available for you.
“Hyung, what are you doing?”
“I’m waiting for the message?”
“What message?”
“Her reply.”
fluffybunny (6:05 pm): hey, baby! I know you’re busy studying and other school-related stuff but I just wanted to say that I miss you so so much and I love you so so much! Fighting! Don’t ever give up, okay? I’ll always be here for you no matter what. I’ll facetime you once you’re free, alright? Lovelots :* xoxo
“What did she say hyung?”
“Here.”
mybaby (6:08 pm): Aww, I love you and I miss you so so much babe! Don’t worry, I’ll be done after an hour or so. I won’t give up, I promise. Thank you babe! *insert smiley face*
Kihyun; Kihyun would actually be clingy to be honest. You weren’t able to message him that often since you’d be at the library, making your thesis paper with your partner or something. But then once you’ll go to their dorm and take a break for a while, he’d be extremely clingy. Back hugging you and all and would even tell you that you’ve become a lot prettier despite looking like a zombie. And when you’re at home while burying yourself in a pile of schoolworks, he’d actually barge in and start cooking some dinner for you since he’s scared that you might starve yourself to death. But then, when you’re away from each other, he’d also send you some texts of encouragement and all.
“Okay…. the axial parts are the head, neck and body while the appendicular skeleton consists of–”
“Babe, I’m home! Do you want some kimchi jiggae?”
“Yes, please.”
“Alright, just wait for a couple minutes okay? *gives you a kiss on the cheeks*”
cutiehyunnie (11:24 am): Baby, don’t forget to eat okay? I prepared some bento box for you and I placed it inside your bag. Don’t stress yourself out okay? I know that you’re the brightest woman that I’ve ever known and I know that you can ace them all! I love you and just text me when you’re done okay? You don’t need to reply.
cutiehyunnie (4:46 pm): Yah! How come your room is so dirty? Aigoo, now I have to clean all of this. I’ll let you pass this time since you’re busy with university. Come home early, okay?
Minhyuk; This boy would not leave you alone. He’d be at your place whenever you’re home. He’d be playing by himself while you’re busy studying in your room. But then you wouldn’t be able to concentrate since he’ll be bugging you like if you wanted to eat Chinese food or something. However, when you’re at school and you’re busy running the student government, he’d literally send you tons of pictures of him and messages and video messages and voice messages, everything that can send his message! And when you don’t reply, he’d still continue to send you messages. And you’ll actually have 100+ messages coming from him.
“Babe, what do you want to eat?”
“Not now, Minhyuk.”
“Okay…”
“Hey babe–”
“Minhyuk. Not. Now.”
“Okay okay…”
“Babe–”
“Okay fine I want jjajangmyeon and tangsuyuk. Now shut up and let me review all these paperworks.”
minmoongie (2:30 pm): BABE I MISS U SO SO MUCH
minmoongie (2:33 pm): Babe, guess what? I just went out to buy some toothbrush and I saw some totoro onesie that you’ve wanted
minmoongie (2:33 pm): So I bought them for you as a reward for your hard work!
minmoongie (2:35 pm): Babe babe, have you eaten already? What do you want for dinner? I can order some chicken and send it to you? Babe, pls reply
Hyungwon; He’d be sad. A sad pepe is a sad pepe. He would totally understand but he’d feel really lonely. So lonely. That a lonely pepe would be born. He wouldn’t be that clingy tho. He’d send you messages from time to time but then there would be times that he’d forget since he would probably fall asleep before sending the message. But then, when he’s able to send you a message, it’d be really flowery. Lol, it’d be a speech. And when he’s at your place, he’d wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder while you continue doing your paperworks.
pepe (8:46 am): Hey, I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to reply to you last night since… I fell asleep hehe. Anyways, I hope that my princess was able to eat breakfast today. Don’t forget to shower okay? I want you to fresh and ready to face the world. And don’t forget anything so that you won’t be stressed out later and rush back home to get it, okay? I also hope that you’ll be able to eat your lunch and dinner later. Don’t forget to rest since I don’t want the love of my life to be tired just like me. Anyways, I love you very much and I can’t wait to see you this week! I hope you’ll still be as sexy and beautiful and wonderful like the last time! :*
“Mmm, you’re studying mandarin? *insert hyungwon’s sleepy voice*”
“Yes, babe.”
“Do you want me to help you?”
“No thanks babe. Just sleep, okay? I’ll wake you up once I’m done.”
“Okay. *rests his head on your lap while you study*”
“You’re so warm, babe. *nuzzles his face onto your stomach*”
“I know, I’m hot.”
“Hot like me, yes?”
Jooheon; He’d be really clingy. I mean more clingy compared to the other dudes. He’d constantly send you messages and even just random emojis, cute emojis that looked like him to be exact. Once he calls you, he’d be in full aegyo mode, like legit. Sometimes, he’d also whine when you’re not able to reply back or answer his calls but he’d also be pretty understanding to your situation since there are also times when he’s busy. When you’re able to rest for just a couple of minutes, he’d facetime you right away since he missed every single thing about you. He’d be all smiles when he sees you to be honest.
“Omo, you look so cute with that sweater on babe!”
“It’s the same sweater that I wore yesterday tho.”
“But still, you still look cute hehehe!”
“Whatever babe. Anyways, I miss you.”
“Aww, I miss you more babe! Hey, are you free this Saturday? I want to go on a date with you.”
“I’m so sorry babe, I have a meeting the whole day for our department week.”
“How about dinner?”
“I guess it’s a date then.”
honey (3:21 am): (✿╹◡╹) don’t i look cute?
honey (3:22 am): （＾ω＾）i love you!
honey (3:25 am): ಠ_ಠ < he looks like changkyun lol
I.M; Changkyun would literally be curious with what you’re getting busy with. If it’s about something science-y, he’d literally call you and let you study out loud since he also wants to learn. Sometimes, the random facts that would come out from his mouth would also be part of the test!! Since you’re busy with university, you could rarely message him but then Changkyun on the other hand, has a lot of time in his hand and would constantly send you some random facts and some meme photos of the boys (lol). But then he’d also send you some sweet messages tho.
i.am.changkyun. (10:23 am): Hey [y/n], did you know that the smallest penguin on the planet is only 16 inches tall?! Amazing right?!
i.am.changkyun. (10:26 am): Did you also know that there are more lifeforms living on your skin than there are people on the planet?
i.am.changkyun. sent a photo (11:45 am)
i.am.changkyun. (11:46 am): lololol just look at hyungwon hyung’s face as he devoured the whole turkey leg!!
i.am.changkyun. (8:56 pm): Hey, I know this is out of the blue but I love you and I’ve always believed in you. I miss you already. I can’t wait to hang out with you soon baby! Don’t stress yourself too hard okay? Or else I’ll be forced to stay there for two straight nights ;)
“hey, what are you studying?
“the parts of the frog, why?”
“can you read it out loud? I want to learn about it too!”
“Okay, fine. You’ve never fail to surprise me Changkyun.”
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Les Mis, Grantaire crushing on Enjolras, library lost and found, snippets, crack/humor
Grantaire notices Enjolras'--or, who Grantaire knows as 'Really shouty blonde guy who always wears red and drinks far too much caffeine and has no idea how reality works'—coat in the library's lost and found and claims it so he can give it to him.
Or, Grantaire steals clothing for meet-cute reasons.
(...Is what it was going to be, but, SHOCK, I didn’t finish it! If you want it, drop me a comment first please.)
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Grantaire will not go into depth about how he knows that is Shouty Blondes' coat, will not bore anyone who is stuck working the same shift (Eponine) or complain into his drink (Joly) or just bring it up randomly (Bossuet, punchy guy at the gym, yoga mom at coffee shop). It has been in the lost and found for a week, just daring Grantaire to pick it up and return it to the blonde who obviously doesn't miss it since he's been in the library the past two days without asking if anyone's found a beautiful expensive coat the color of a child's toy fire truck.
Maybe he secretly hated the coat; it was a present from distant parents who tried to buy their son's love or an ex who broke his heart, but had really good taste (but obviously not because who would break up with that guy?).
Maybe he hasn't been bothered because the weather's been unseasonably warm this late in Autumn.
Maybe he's just really unobservant and doesn't notice it's missing.
Maybe he's super shy and left the coat there as an excuse to talk to Grantaire.
Grantaire's not admitting which theory he likes the most, but...the coat is really nice, and it's still in the lost and found. He can only keep it out of Gavroche's sticky fingers for so long, though Eponine has started expressing an interest in it as well. Grantaire mostly thinks she's kidding.
"What are you doing?"
Eponine shrugs, "Wanted to see how it would fit."
She holds her hands out to the sides, skeletal fingers only just peeking out of the sleeves of the red coat. The shoulders are a few inches too low, the hem is around her knees, and it's basically like she's drowning in red, dry-clean-only, Italian wool.
"Do you think he'd notice if I walked right past him wearing his own jacket?"
"Probably," Grantaire shrugged. "Take it off, it's weird that you put it on in the first place."
"Why, are you super attracted to me now?"
"Yeah,” Grantaire answered bluntly, “You've cured my gayness, better than Jesus Camp. 10/10, would recommend.”
"Oh please, it's not like I go around trying everything on in the lost and found, we get some real sketchy people in here," She folded the jacket up and placed it back on the counter. "Plus, he hasn't noticed it's lost, and he hasn't noticed you staring at him. You fell for the thickest guy on the planet." Eponine took one last look at the table where the blonde and his friends were studying, "Also, the whitest."
Grantaire shot her a look and she rolled her eyes at him.
"I'm just saying, dude's channeling T-Swift."
"Just 'cause he's white, and blonde, and wears red, and has a personal microphone...”
"I bet he writes songs about those who've wronged him. It'd be about the government and corporations and the library's closing hours and whatever else he likes to rant about."
"Coffee prices," Grantaire added. "And speaking of falling for really thick guys, as I change the subject smoothly, how's Marcus doing?"
Eponine smiled and let her hair cover her face, "Marius, is doing well, thank you for sarcastically asking. We actually walked together this morning and he bought me coffee."
"Way to go, though you seem to be going backwards in having guys pay for you. Usually you start with coffee and move towards rent.”
"That was a kind gesture, I was only fifty behind. He's a sweet boy."
"He's a bleeding heart," Grantaire rolled his eyes.
"He's generous," Eponine insisted.
"He's here," Grantaire pointed to the door, "And he seems to have brought Shouty Blonde's twin sister.”
"What?" Eponine hissed and ducked behind the counter, before realizing how ridiculous that was and popped back up. "Don't say anything."
"Hey, Marco! Or Marcus! Eponine's over here!”
"My god, we work in a library, stop shouting," Eponine said quickly, nudging Grantaire hard with a bony elbow. It got him right in the hipbone and he immediately stopped.
“Ow! You need to eat more, can you hear your bones rattle every time you take a step?”
“Go bite a curb and die in a gutter, you absolute assh—hi, Marius.”
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"Oh my god, Marcus—"
"Marius."
"—and Shouty Blonde know each other.”
Eponine huffed, "Shouty Blonde's name is Enjolras."
"What?" Grantaire turned to her, "How do you know that?"
"Marius talks about him sometimes. He pointed him out to me one morning."
"Then why haven't you hooked a brother up?"
Eponine made a face, "Because I don't know him, and I get the feeling Marius is kinda...scared of him.”
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"Wait, you know Courfeyrac?"
"I think everyone knows Courfeyrac?” Eponine shrugged.
“Courfeyrac knows everyone," Grantaire corrected.
"No, Bahorel knows everyone."
"Who's Bahorel?"
"Tall guy, super tall—” Eponine raised her hand over her head while standing on her tip-toes.
Grantaire waved his hand, "Everybody is super tall compared to you."
"Shut up, he's tall for a professional basketball player. And dreads that he ties back with, like, flower scrunchies? Or actual flowers? I think I’ve seen both.”
"Oh, shoot, does he have really heinous mustard yellow jeans?"
"Yeah, they make my eyes hurt, but he manages to pull them off so I have respect,” Eponine nodded sagely.
"He's my sparring partner at the gym!" Grantaire exclaimed.
Eponine’s eyebrows crinkled in confusion.
"We spar, punch each other's faces, insult each other, never really exchanged names,” Grantaire said sheepishly, “He calls me Mexican Tom Hardy."
"You're not Mexican.”
"I know," Grantaire said with shrug and left it at that.
Eponine scrutinized him for a few seconds, "I also don't see the resemblance to Tom Hardy."
"I do a really good British accent?"
"No you don't.”
“I could. If I really cared enough to, I could.”
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“Hey, Shouty—” Grantaire immediately tries to swallow his words, “Shorty, hey shawty.”
“I’m…taller than you,” Enjolras replied, a puzzled look on his face. “I don’t understand.”
“No, no, Enjolras,” Courfeyrac butted in, a huge grin plastered across his face, “Obviously, this man is a time traveler and has come here from the early 2000’s. The correct response to his greeting is, ‘It’s your birthday’.”
“But it’s not,” Enjolras said, turning to his friend and then back to Grantaire, “I’m sorry, you have me confused with someone else, it’s not my birthday.”
“Enjolras, no, I just want to hear you say it,” Courfeyrac insisted, fiddling with his phone before pointing it at Enjolras, “Alright, Filipino Shia LeBeouf, do it again.”
“What?” Grantaire started before leaving off in an exasperated huff and pointing to Courfeyrac, “I’m going to give you pass, but only because I have never heard that one before.”
“Combeferre, if you could just drop a beat, I think it will really elevate this,” Courfeyrac moved to stand in front so he could get everyone in the screen, then began pointing, “Okay, Enjolras, when you reply, say it more like ‘birfday’. It will make me very happy. Whenever Combeferre starts, that’s your cue to come in.”
“Is this for, like, a school project?” Enjolras asked.
“What kind of beat would you like?” Combeferre asked, rubbing his hands together in anticipation, “I’ve been playing around with some new sounds, but I feel like you’re going for a more of the original vibe for this.”
“Original is good, we can do remixes later.”
#les miserables#les mis#grantaire#eponine#Grantaire and eponine friendship#crush#library#snippets#take it if you want it#crack#humor
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Goat Man
The upper back half of my parents house is haunted. Or posessed. I don't know, but it's wrong up there. When you go upstairs and open the door, there's a large room with a walk in closet, about 700sf. There's a hallway to the right with a little bathroom, and then a door that leads to the other half of the upstairs, another 700sf or so and with two little doors to attics on either side of the room. The lightswitch to the room is outside of the room, meaning to turn on a light from the bed by the window, you have to get up and walk about 30 feet, open a door, reach your arm out and turn on a light. In 1999 when I was 17 and my brother was 15, he lived in the upstairs part of the house (obviously very choice as it's basically it's own house just without a kitchen) and I lived in a bedroom downstairs. One day, he ran downstairs and asked me if I wanted to change rooms. He said his knee injuries hurt to badly to go up and down the stairs all the time and asked if I would like to switch rooms. OF COURSE I SAID YES!
Fast forward to a few months later.
It's a school day and I am in bed. The sun is not up and my alarm has not yet gone off. I wake up, and I don't know why I woke up as I am a heavy sleeper who needs a lot of hours. I felt something near my bed. I rolled over to see what/who was in there, assuming it was one of my parents or a sibling or something trying to wake me up, and I see a life-sized crucified Jesus on my bedroom floor, living and evil with dark green eyes that glowed. It was obviously NOT Jesus, just some kind of 'thing' taking on a shape and existing there, trying to scare me. I stared at it and the eyes locked on mine and the cross rose up to a vertical position, slowly, until the life-sized crucified Jesus was before me, radiating hatred and anger and loathing and disgust. I wanted to turn a light on so so so so bad. To do that, I would have to get up, run around him, make it 30 feet, open a door and turn on a light. I pulled the blanket over my head and waited for the sun to come up and tried to pretend I had a nightmare and none of it was real. I got a lamp and put it next to my bed.
1 year later and I am a senior in high school.
I have put my mattress on the bedroom floor so that I can bang with wild abandon without my parents hearing my bed creek from the family room down below. My boyfriend and I bang it out and then roll opposite directions on the mattress to fall asleep. I don't know what time it was, but it wasn't daylight yet, when I woke up. I woke up because I felt something breathing on m e. When I opened my eyes, I could see a man's face, illuminated by the neighbors outdoor lights and a street light, very close to mine. There was a man down on the floor with his face near mine and his eyes were black, solid black, any part that would have white or color was entirely black and shiny. He had dark, ruddy skin and very hard, craggly features. Like a very square jaw and deep lines in his face. He was not wearing a shirt. He had muscular arms. From the waist down? Dude was a goat. He had freaking goat legs. I screamed and screamed and screeeeeamed, my mouth and eyes open wide, terrified....and no sound came out. As I was screaming, the goat man, face inches away from my own, eyes still locked on mine, opened his mouth to mock my scream, no sound coming out of his mouth either. I closed my eyes and shut them and counted to 60. When I opened my eyes again, he was gone. My boyfriend rolled over in bed and said 'WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?!?' 'What do you mean? What did you see?', I said. 'I kept trying to move and trying to get up and I couldn't move. It's like my body was being held down and I couldn't move!' I tell him he must have had a nightmare, because I want to believe none of this is real, and we go out and meet some friends.
The next night, as I slept on the floor mattress (too lazy to put it on and off my bed every day. Why bother?) a large hooded figure, maybe 10 feet tall or so? Wearing a head to toe black cloack and with no eyes or face, just darkness, floated through the door from the other room and toward me. It faded before it got to the mattress.
I didn't tell anybody because I thought I must have had a night terror or lucid dream. I didn't care that my boyfriend had felt immobile at the same time I saw the goat man. I assumed we had simultaneous nightmares because how could any of this be real?
I had friends come over who would walk into that room, feel cold and get goosebumps on their arms and want to leave. Downstairs in the family room, we could often hear the sound of heavy feet walking around in my bedroom above us.
A few years later, my brother and I are hanging out. I have never told him or anybody else about this stuff. He says he wants to tell me something and he's sorry and to not be mad. I say ok because he' s my brother and I generally don't get mad at him anyway, so who cares? He tells me that when he still lived upstairs, he was in the front room playing FIFA and he heard a woman screaming in the back room. He got up and went to look in that room and see wtf was going on. When he opened the door and turned on the light, the little attic door on the left had streams of blood coming out from around the tops and sides, like the blood was seeping out of the door frame. The screaming was coming from inside of that little attic. That's when he ran downstairs and asked me to switch rooms. He told me he knew it was probably just a nightmare, but it felt real and he didn't want to stay up there anymore and he was sorry he lied about the severity of his knee injuries to get out of that room. I said I didn't care at all. (true.) and told him about what I had experienced up there.
I don't want to believe any of this is real. It doesn't make sense to me that it can be. But it's hard to deny it when I, my brother, my boyfriend and multiple friends have experienced seeing, hearing or feeling different non-human things up there. It felt to me like the Jesus thing and the goat man were the same entity, hard and cold and hateful and rage-filled, and that the tall dark-robed figure was a different entity, but I don't know what they were. Whenever it comes up now, I say it must have been night terrors or lucid dreams, but I kinda don't actually believe that. But I want to believe that.
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A Tiny Bit of Revenge
Here's some smol Dean X3 it's not like Cursed Dean by Nightmares06 but it's similar. Sorry about the weirdness 😅 Warning: language "C'mon Sammy, hurry up!" Dean called as he grabbed the duffel bag from the back seat of the Impala. Sam woke up groggily, stretching out of his uncomfortable position in the front seat. "What time is it?" "Time for some pie!" Dean smiled, returning to help Sam out of the car. They had just finished up a werewolf hunt, and those bastards had been built. Neither Sam nor Dean left without several injuries. "Dean, stop worrying about me. We need to take a look at your leg." "Its fine, lets just get some food and call it a day." He grunted, pulling Sam all the way out of the seat. He didn't want to admit it but Sam was probably right, his leg hurt like a bitch, and it was only getting worse when he walked on it. One of of the wolves got a good grip on his leg and gave him a sizable gash. Luckily Sam was able to kill it and drag him back to the car. "No man, we need to look at it. I don't want it getting infected." Dean looked back at him, thinking it over. "Fine." He said, begrudgingly, "But then I get to look at your head after." He knew that Sam would just keep pushing if he said no. Deep down he was touched by Sam's concern, but damn he hated being taken care of. He was the big brother, not Sam. Getting back into the motel room, Dean sat on one of the beds and pulled his right pant leg up, showing the blood soaked piece of shirt covering his shin. Sam pulled out the first aid kit from the duffle bag and got to work, peeling off the hastily made bandage. He cleaned and sewed up the wound, hearing Dean's hiss of pain. Then he stood up, getting an ice pack and an ace bandage to immobilize it. Dean let out a sigh as he felt the blessed cool numb his leg, taking away some of the pain. "Thanks Sammy." "No problem bro." Sam wrapped the pack into place. Then he sat down next to him and pulled his hair back, showing the large bruise on his forehead. Dean looked it over, checking for signs of a concussion. "Alright, you're good." Sam let out a sigh of relief, then got up and brought the bag of food over to the bed. Dean smiled widely, pulling out his bacon cheeseburger and cherry pie. He wasted no time digging in, ignoring the disgusted looks Sam gave him. After finishing their food and watching a bit of tv to relax, they went to bed. "Night Sammy." He called, turning off the light. "Night Dean." --------------------------------------- She watched the hunters closely, patiently waiting for her opportunity. They killed her sister—she would make them pay. As soon as she saw them asleep, she made her move. Have fun boys. With an evil grin, she cast her spell. ------------------------------------------- Dean woke with a groan, trying to sit up, only to remember about his leg when it sent a jolt of pain through his spine. Hissing, he tried to pull the covers back down from his head. Only he couldn't find the edge. "What the...?" Looking all around, he tried to figure out where he was. It looked like a huge tan tent, with dim light filtering through. This is one weird dream. He dragged himself in a random direction. Lets see where this goes... He immediately regretted his decision when he suddenly found himself in free fall, falling out of the tent and into the light. He gasped, feeling the air rush by him. Panicking, he tried to grab anything nearby, which happened to be some huge fabric hanging off the cliff he fell from. Once he got both hands on it, he gripped it as tight as he could, slowing his decent to a stop and burning his hands in the process. "Son of a bitch!" He hissed, his feet trying to find purchase on the huge material. He didn't know where he was, but one glance at the ground told him he was nowhere near the ground. Trying to climb up, his hands slipped and he slid down a few more feet. He had to get out of this, if he fell he knew he'd break something. Not to mention he was already panicking from just being up high in general. His breaths became shallower and his heart was racing, there was only one thing he could do. "SAMMY!" ------------------------ Sam woke to someone calling his name. He quickly sat up, looking around at Dean's bed. But there was no one in it. He knew he could have just gone out for breakfast, but he just had a feeling that his brother needed him. He was about to get up and get coffee when he caught sight of something hanging on the sheet of his brothers bed. He thought he was dreaming. It looked like a person, a tiny person, only about four inches tall clinging for dear life on the side of the bed. Then he spotted the wrapped up leg, and the familiar clothing. Oh no, this cannot be happening. It was Dean, all four inches of him. On top of that he looked like he was slipping. "Dean!" Sam quickly jumped out of his bed, scooping his hand under his brother and sliding him back off on the mattress. "Holy shit, dude, are you ok?!" Sam asked, looking over his brother for injuries. Dean didn't respond, he just sat there, trembling. Mouth hanging open, staring at Sam in shock. Sam furrowed his brow with worry. His brother was always the cool one, who rarely showed any fear. But right now it looked like he was falling apart, shaking in fear at the world around him, shaking because of Sam. It hurt like a bullet to the chest to see Dean so afraid. "Hey, man, it's just me. It's Sammy." Sam spoke as softly as he could, "It's ok, you're ok." He wanted to reach out to him, to comfort him, but he was afraid of scaring him more. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Dean flinched at the huge voice calling his name behind him. He clung to the fabric harder, too afraid to look back. That voice sounded just like Sam, only 10 times louder. It sounded like Sam was a giant. He was startled out of his thoughts when a huge platform appeared out of nowhere, lifting him up. It went so fast he fell backwards, losing his grip on the fabric. But rather than the hard surface he was expecting, he fell on something soft. It radiated warmth and gave a little under his weight. But he didn't have time to think too hard about it as the platform suddenly tilted, sliding him off onto a different surface. Turning around to look at whatever saved him, his eyes ballooned in shock. Kneeling before him, was his giant brother. He could tell by the huge poofy hair and puppy dog eyes, looking over him with concern. Suddenly, he realized what happened. Looking around the rest of the room, he finally noticed the enormous furniture. The tent and the fabric all made sense. Sam isn't a giant—He shrunk. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, all he could do was stare and shake. He saw Sam look even more concerned when he did. He wanted to reassure him, tell him he was okay. But he couldn't, and he felt himself breathing faster and faster. He looked away from Sam, embarrassed that he had to see him like this. He felt weak and vulnerable, and he hated it. He was supposed to take care of Sammy. But how can he do that now when he was the size of an action figure? He felt himself hyperventilating, he couldn't breathe. What's going to happen to me? What if we can't fix this? These thoughts were hitting him all at once, making him feel worse and worse. If he was stuck like this, he couldn't help Sam hunt anymore. He wouldn't even be able to pick up a book for research. He was useless. Usually he would never think this way, but even before this, he still thought Sam would leave him. Now he has every reason to. His breaths were getting shorter and shorter, tears prickling his eyes. He couldn't show how he felt to Sam, he couldn't show his weakness. Then he made the mistake of looking up. He realized just how insignificant he was. His brother was the size of a skyscraper. He could see details in his face that he couldn't see before. Sam could easily end him with the flick of his wrist. For a moment he stopped breathing, thinking of the worst case scenarios. Then everything went black. ----------------------------------- Sam stared down in shock. He didn't know what to do. He had never seen his brother like this before. He caught the way Dean looked away, embarrassed. He never wanted so badly to help him, to do something. But he couldn't make himself move. He was really hoping this was a dream, that he would wake up to find Dean normal-sized in his bed. But it just felt too real. He could see Dean's panic now, chest heaving. Sam's eyes widened when Dean turned back to him. The pain in his eyes was clear, he didn't know what to do. Sam couldn't take it any more, he started to move his hand toward him when Dean's body suddenly went limp, falling onto the comforter. Ooohhh shit. Sam reached out towards him, stopping when he saw his fingers next to him. Dean was only a little smaller than them. His throat clenched at the thought that he could easily hurt his brother like this. He vowed to never let that happen, he would protect him just like Dean did for him. Moving again he brought both hands around Dean, slowly inching his fingers underneath him. He scooped him up and brought him off the bed. He felt insanely curious now, feeling Dean's entire body laying across his fingers. He could barely see his necklace, reflecting the sunlight. It was the weirdest sensation he's ever felt. He forced himself to focus, pushing those thoughts away. Dean needed him, he couldn't let him down.
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