#its the type of show that’s playing in your hospital room or at a friends house
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If the writers of Friends (1994) weren’t cowards Chandler Bing would’ve been bisexual and there would’ve been at least one gag where Joey thought it was specifically because he was the genetic offspring of a straight woman and a gay man, and that’s how all bisexual people are created.
#he is cringe and sits in chairs strangely and those two things are like 90% of what being bisexual entails#my benny gecko hyperfixation has driven me to actually watch a few episodes of this show of my own accord#don’t ask me I don’t know why#I can only watch one or two episodes per week though or else that fucking laugh track will rot my brain#I’ve technically seen it before but before this I’d never seen an entire episode at once#its the type of show that’s playing in your hospital room or at a friends house#also I was born in 2002 so by the time I started forming memories my parents sitcom of choice was how I met your mother#anna talking about stuff#friends 1994
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Star Child Part 3
In which we learn a little backstory about why Eddie was so resistant to playing with Steve and that the Harringtons are so so much worse.
Part 1 Part 2
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Eddie woke up alone with the worst hangover and if his day couldn’t get any worse there was someone banging on his door.
“Hold on, damn it,” Eddie mumbled, stumbling to the door.
He threw it open to see all three of his bandmates standing there, looking far too chipper for this ungodly hour.
“What do you want?” he bit out.
“Someone struck out,” Jeff teased.
“How could you possibly strike out,” Gareth hissed, “when the dude was practically throwing himself at you?”
“What. Do. You. Want?” Eddie asked through gritted teeth.
“We wanted to see if you wanted to go for breakfast before head out of town?” Brian said.
Eddie closed his eyes. “Yeah, just give me fifteen minutes, I still need to pack up.”
They all nodded and Eddie slammed the door in their faces. He realized he didn’t have any of his stuff. He looked around the room frantically before his cell phone went off, announcing its presence on the table.
Eddie let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He unlocked the screen as he pocketed the keys and wallet.
-I hope the hangover isn’t too terrible this morning.
Eddie grinned and typed out his reply.
-Doing better now that I’ve heard from you.
-Glad to hear it. Sorry I didn’t stay, I had an early morning radio show to do this morning.
Okay, Eddie thought, that was a valid reason. Still made him grumpy.
-Why would you do something that early in the morning?
-I take it you’re not a morning person?
Eddie huffed out a laugh.
-I’m barely a person before noon.
-lol. You doing anything later today?
Eddie pulled his hair in front of his face and sighed.
-On the way to Chicago, we’ve got a concert tomorrow night
Eddie stared at the three little dots for what felt like forever before the message filled up his screen.
-Damn. I was really hoping you’d come with me when I went to visit the children’s hospital this afternoon. The kids would have been over the moon. But if you have a gig, that’s fine.
Eddie had the feeling that Steve was floundering on the other end of the phone.
-Yeah sorry. Being from Hawkins and considered the town freaks makes us not want to stick around. But you do you man.
-Yeah I hear that. My own experience with the town is pretty shit too. I feel I have to give back after being the little shit I was when I was in school.
Eddie paused. Yeah. He knew all about that.
-Making up for being the school bully the reason you did last night’s concert?
Eddie had finished packing all his shit up and patted his pockets, making sure his keys and wallet were still there by the time he got a response from Steve.
He opened the door when his phone trilled in his hand.
-In part, yeah. Calling kids queer or fag when you are bisexual is the worst kind of dick move I can think of.
Eddie slumped against the door frame staring at his phone.
Shit.
-You’re pulling my chain, right?
Suddenly his phone was ringing.
“Yeah?” Eddie answered.
“Hey,” Steve murmured. “I’m really not pulling your chain. I swear on it.”
“Holy shit, man,” Eddie said. “Who knows?”
“You, my parents, my agent, my manager, my record label,” Steve muttered.
“That’s why you’re parents wanted you committed, isn’t it?” Eddie asked.
Steve hummed. “They tried conversion therapy first. It’s where I met my best friend and manager, Robin. We escaped and she took over as my manager. My parents tried to sue the courts to say I was crazy, but when I told them that would have to say why they wanted me committed, they dropped it.”
“Fuck, man.” He looked at his watch. “I’ve got to go. So if you still want to chat, text me, okay?”
“I’ve got to go, too,” Steve whispered. “I know you don’t have any reason not to tell anyone about me. About what I said. But...can it wait a year? My contract with my label will be up and it won’t matter after that.”
“What?” Eddie squeaked. “No, man. I’m not going to out you. Shit. You do you. Come out when you feel comfortable, okay?”
Steve let out a shuddering breath. “Thank you. Drive safe.”
“Yeah, and tell those kiddies, Uncle Eddie says hello, k?”
Steve laughed. “Will do.”
They said their goodbyes and Eddie slipped into the elevator, feeling like his whole world had just bottomed out.
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Eddie slept off his hangover in the tour bus. They were about half way to Chicago when he woke up.
“He lives!” Jeff said from the table where the rest of the band was playing cards.
“Fuck off,” Eddie grumbled. He grabbed a water bottle and some aspirin. He swallowed the pills and came to sit next to Gareth.
“You still in denial about Pretty Boy Stevie?” Brian asked.
Eddie threw his head back and rested it on the back cushion. “I don’t even know anymore, man. I have this image of him in my head from high school and shit, I don’t know.”
“Well he’s certainly got us convinced he’s a pretty cool dude,” Jeff said. And began ticking off the reasons on his fingers. “He writes all his own music, plays guitar and piano, that arrangement of ‘Low Key in Love’ was bitching as hell, man. And that’s just the stuff I saw. That’s not even the stuff we were hearing from the people close to him.”
“Yeah,” Gareth agreed. “You can always tell the fakes from the real stand up dudes from how their people talk about them. The sound guy at the venue said Steve offered to give him a ride home, because his car broke down.”
“Even gave him money to get it fixed or replaced,” Jeff said.
“The night was filled with other stories like that,” Brian agreed. “It looks like he’s honestly trying to give back to the town. Which is amazing, by the way.”
Eddie sighed. “You guys were sophomores when Steve was still at Hawkins High, right?”
The three of them looked at each other at the strange non-sequitur.
“Yeah,” Gareth said. “So?”
Eddie licked his lips before pressing them together. “Did you ever run afoul the popular seniors’ group?”
Jeff scoffed. “No. We were too insignificant.”
“Lucky you,” Eddie dead panned.
“Oh shit,” Brian said. “You’re saying Steve bullied in at school?”
Eddie sighed. “Stood by and watched was more like, but yeah. The Kings were a good name for those assholes.”
“Fuck, man,” Jeff muttered.
They were silent for a moment before Brian looked up at him. “Did–did you ever meet Steve’s dad?”
Eddie scoffed. “Once, but I was too drunk to remember it. But from what I’ve been hearing lately, I want to reach down his throat and pull out his blackened shriveled heart out through his mouth.”
Brian raised an eyebrow. “Nah, that would be too good for the asshole.” He bit his lip. “I honestly don’t know how Steve survived let alone became as big as he is.”
Eddie frowned.
Jeff and Brian shared a glance.
“My older sister used to run with some of the cheerleaders when she was on the drill team,” Jeff said. “She was pretty sure Mr Harrington was beating him when he was in town. Which, admittedly wasn’t often, but it was enough that you could sense a pattern.”
“Holy shit,” Eddie whispered.
Gareth sighed. “We aren’t saying this to excuse what Steve did in high school but it seems to me that he was dealing with some shit you know?”
Eddie sighed. “Still is, apparently.”
They all stared at him in shock.
He half shrugged, tilting his head. “I don’t know, he’s told me some pretty heavy stuff. Like career ending stuff. He trusted me and I really don’t know what to do with that.”
“Sounds to me,” Gareth said, “like he’s trying to make amends but doesn’t know how.”
Eddie’s lip quivered. “I think I like him. Like a lot.”
“Well, you’ve got time I think,” Jeff said. “Deciding what to do with that. I mean we’re still on tour for the next two months and his manager, Robin was saying that Steve was getting ready to go into the studio for his last album. He’ll be in LA about the time of our last concert. If you still feel that way about him by then ask him out.”
Eddie blinked. “Yeah, okay.”
Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16
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Could you possibly do one where The reader is at Madelyn’s with the rest of the cast, and she’s pregnant, but her boyfriend is out at work and she goes into labour and drew helps her and when they get to the hospital the doctors think Drew is the father even tho it’s the boyfriends, and Drew is in the room while you give birth holding your hand because the doctors were like begging him too and when the boyfriend shows up he’s pised🤭🤭
Your writing is so good btw 🤍🤍
thank u anon!!
IMPORTANT: this is not part of the Starkey’s series
Labor
— pairing: Drew Starkey x pregnant!Reader x trash!boyfriend
— type: angst -> fluff
— warnings: pregnancy // labor // accusations of cheating // cursing
You felt a sharp pain in your belly as you sat down on the couch at Madelyn’s apartment. You immediately reaction was to hold your belly, which made everyone run to you.
“You okay, Y/n?” JD asked
“Yeah, baby’s just being a bit fussy today” You laughed before you felt the sharp pain again.
Everyone went back to playing Mario Kart while you tried to get comfortable on the couch. When you finally got comfortable, you felt liquid sliding down your leg and your eyes widened.
“Oh no no no no no no” You muttered as you struggled to get up. Drew immediately moved to help you up.
“Woah woah woah what’s happening?” Drew asked as he held you up.
“I think I pissed myself and now Maddie’s couch is ruined and-” You couldn’t even get through your sentence before you started crying.
“Girl, it’s fine. I promise” You suddenly gripped Drew’s arm as another shot of pain spread across your belly.
“I think- I think I’m having contractions” You held his arm tight as different reactions were heard all around you.
“Oh shit”
“Oh my god”
“Should we call Caleb (your boyfriend)”
“Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!” Madelyn shouted as she grabbed your keys so they could take to you to the hospital in your car.
Drew helped you make your way to the car before he made sure that your hospital bag was in the back seat.
Everyone situated themselves while Drew got into the drivers seat and drove you to the closest hospital.
You’d had 2 more contractions while on the drive, and the pain was absolutely unbearable.
— at the hospital —
You entered the hospital with everyone following. Drew guided you to the reception desk where he explained that you were going into labor.
“And how are you related to the patient?” The receptionist asked. Drew looked around and didn’t see Caleb anywhere.
“I’m her boyfriend” He lied to the woman just so he could be there with you. You didn’t question it though. Your boyfriend didn’t even tell you where he was going, so you had no idea how long it would take him to get to you.
The nurses took you and Drew to a room where you got situated to give birth. He stayed in contact with the rest of his friends that were forced to wait in the lobby to give them updates.
“Ms Y/n you are currently 10 cm dialated. I think it’s time” The nurse said as you nodded. To say you were petrified was an understatement. You had been wanting this for such a long time, but you weren’t sure if you’d be a good mom.
Drew stood up from his seat and stood next to you.
“You’re gonna do amazing, Y/n. This baby is going to love you like there’s no tomorrow” He reassured you as you smiled at him.
The nurses told him to hold your hand while you pushed. You held his hand the entire time, even though you thought you had broken his hand from the amount of pressure you were putting on it.
“I CANT!” You yelled as your face was now red and drenched in sweat.
“Y/n you can do this” He whispered to you as he pushed the hair out of your face.
“Just one more push” The nurse said, causing you to nod.
You grabbed his hand again and squeezed like there was no tomorrow until you heard the cries of your child.
You face returned to its natural color after you stopped pushing and you smiled.
“It’s a boy!” The nurses exclaimed. They cleaned him off and put him on your chest so you could cherish your first moments with your son.
Drew just stood back and smiled as you looked at your baby with such love and adoration.
The door opened with a bang, causing you & Drew to jump at the sound.
“What the hell is going on here?” Caleb shouted as he saw the two of you.
“Caleb not right now-” You told him as you carried your son in your arms.
“Why the fuck is he in here instead of me?” Caleb was seething as he stared Drew down.
“Calm down there, big boy. I’m just doing her a favor since you weren’t here” Drew tried to de-escalate the situation, but it was no use.
“I’m the father of this baby! I should have been here, not him!” Caleb shouted as you handed the newborn to the nurse. She immediately nodded and understood the situation.
“Well maybe if you hadn’t gone wherever the hell you went, you would’ve witnessed the birth of your son” Drew replied as Caleb simply stared at him.
“You couldn’t just wait 30 more minutes?” Caleb looked at you.
“No, Caleb, I couldn’t. That’s not exactly how labor works” You rolled your eyes at his stupidity.
“How do I even know if that baby is mine? Because clearly there’s something going on”
“You’re kidding me, right? We’re just friends, Caleb” You scoffed at his accusation.
“Sure, Y/n” He paced around the room.
“You know what, fuck this” You and Drew looked at him confused.
“We’re done. I want nothing to do with that kid or you, fucking cheater” And with that he left. You watched as the door closed behind him, tears beginning to well up in your eyes.
Drew turned to you, the same shocked expression spread across his face.
“Drew I-” You whispered
“Shh… shh. It’s okay” He immediately wrapped you in his arms and hugged you as you sobbed.
“This is supposed to the happiest day of my life, Drew. And now it’s just- UGH” You attempted to normalize your breathing as you pulled away from the hug.
“I know, and this is still the best day of your life. I mean, you gave birth to a healthy baby boy, and he’s perfect”
“Yeah but thanks to me, his father wants nothing to do with him”
“Oh absolutely not. Don’t blame this on yourself. It’s not your fault he’s an insecure prick who can’t trust his own girlfriend. He didn’t deserve you and your kindness from the start” Drew sat at your feet as he spoke, looking at you with so much love in his eyes.
“I know it’s a huge step, but I can help you out with the baby and everything. You shouldn’t have to go through this alone” He smiled at you.
“Thank you, Drew, but I don’t want to be any sort of burden to you”
“You could never be a burden to me, Y/n L/n. Never in a million years” He smiled as he stood up and kissed the crown of your head.
The nurse re-entered the room with your new baby in hand.
“Is everything alright, Ms L/n?” She asked while handing you the baby.
“Everything’s just fine, miss” You smiled at her as Drew rubbed your back in reassurance.
“So what would you like to name this beauty baby?” You looked at Drew and smiled.
“Joseph Maxwell L/n”
✎ T A G L I S T ✎
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#lulu writes !!#drew starkey#outer banks#rafe cameron#obx#obx fic#drew starkey x reader#drew starkey x y/n#rafe cameron drew starkey#drew starkey fluff#drew starkey angst#drew starkey fanfiction#rafe cameron angst#rafe cameron fluff
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the law of being friends with a male: chapter 9 (⌒_⌒)
genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ??
pairing: junghoon x fem!reader
warnings: none i thinkk,,
masterlist 𓇢𓆸
taglist ^-^: @dogyunslover @fordohyon
a/n: yall let me know if this chapter makes any sense i wrote it really quickly LOL ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧
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authors pov
“kim junghoon. you and y/n went out together?” she asks as he walks in with bo-eun on his back.
…
“why does that matt- -…”
“bo-eun!” jinsik shouts, cutting junghoon off.
“i told you to come take your medicine! what you doing there..” he points at bo-eun who is on junghoon’s shoulders.
“i dont want to take it!” bo-eun flaps around as junghoon carries her towards jinsik.
“you have to! you promised the doctor you take it remember? hmm if you dont want it.. then ill drink myself. its strawberry flavored~~ mmm” jinsik teases pretending to drink it.
after he said that bo-eun comes running and drinks the medicine.
“tch.. are you a dog..” bora scoffs while watching the scene.
that day that jinsik had to leave to the hospital, was because he went to see bo-eun who was really sick. right now, jinsik, bora, and bo-eun and over at junghoons house because bo-eun ran away to his house.
“ham jinsik.” junghoon calls out.
jinsik peaks his heading the hallway.
“i got you the book we needed. be sure to take it with you before you leave.” junghoon tells him while pointing over to bag full of books.
“really? thank you~ i thought i would have to go alone to get it..hm did you go with y/n to get it?” jinsik asks curiously, raising an eyebrow
“tch, why are you so curious about that.” junghoon turns around and starts walking to his room.
“ohhh are you changing the subject?” jinsik teases as he tries to follow junghoon, but he ended up with the door slammed in his face.
junghoon sits on his bed and opens his phone to see that y/n texted him back.
*i haven’t gotten it yet. i wanted to go get it this weekend but i'm a bit lazy lol.. did you buy yours?*
junghoon types his answer slowly not noticing bo-eun peeking behind him.
“you type like an old person…” she says seriously while watching him type.
“i know.”
“wow you really type slower than my dad..” she adds while mocking his texting.
“where are bora and jay?” junghoon asks the little one, slightly annoyed by her teasing.
“they went to the convince store! they told me to stay here with you when i said i wanted to go with them.” she pouts.
“they left already..” he questions while looking at bo-eun.
she nods and sits next to him.
“yes. i came in here because I’ve been bored playing by myself. also oppa.. my sister warned me not to return to your house on my own! so i guess we won’t meet so often..” bo-eun says with a hint of sadness in her voice.
“hm.. you can sneak out and come here whenever. just keep it a secret.” he flicks her forehead.
bo-eun cheers and starts jumping on his bed, causing a phone to slip out of her pocket.
“moon bo-eun did someone buy you a phone..?”
she shakes her head ‘no’
“its bora’s! i made her this phone case! isn’t it cool!!” she cheerfully says as she shows him the drawing.
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junghoon looks at the phone case then remembers his suggestion that jinsik should as bora for a matching phone case.
(¬_¬")
‘’dont show jinsik.”
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back to y/n’s pov
its a new day at school and we have p.e first period.
i sit on the steps waiting for class to start. yesterday, i discovered three things after texting junghoon. first, kim junghoon is slow at texting back. VERY slow. second, he seems to always respond in a similar manner. and third, kim junghoon…
flashback to earlier this morning~
“oh.. the workbook..” i say look at the book thats infant of me.
“i went yesterday to get them. this one is for you.”
back to present.
..hes a better person than i thought.
i look at him from afar and we lock eyes.
i quickly wave at him
“h-hi!” i say awkwardly.
‘jeez.. why did our eyes have to meet right now..’
“hi.” junghoon says softly and gives me a small smile.
the teacher calls him so our eye contact breaks and walks away.
‘he just smiled again..’
i sit there shocked thinking about what just happened.
‘ahh is could get him something and repay him for the book’
i head to the school store and buy a whole bag full of milk tea for junghoon.
‘smiling suits him a lot better..’ i think as i look down at the big bag of tea.
'since he likes milk tea i think this would be enough, right?’
earlier i asked jinsik where he could be and he told me the back of the main building…but hes not here.
‘should i give it to him in the classroom..?’
suddenly i hear rustling. i look around and see junghoon in the side of the building.
‘oh there he is..!’
just as i was about to call out to him i notice hes talking to a girl. i panic and jump on the floor on the other side of the building to hide.
*PLOP*
junghoon looks to the side after hearing something.
“what’s wrong? what is it?” bora asks.
“… its nothing. what were you saying?” he replies waiting for her to continue talking.
meanwhile on the floor~~
‘WHY DID I HIDE!?!?!’
i continue to lay on the floor with the milk tea scattered all around me.
‘i should get up and say hi..normally. but.. i didn't know bora and junghoon knew each other?’
“forget it, what did you two talk about yesterday?” i hear bora ask.
“well, just about the photos we took at the photo booth.”he replied
“you know thats not what im talking about. will you stop chaining the subject?” she says fraustradly
they continue to converse while i just lay there thinking.
‘..what are they talking about!?’
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Birthday's suck..
This one was requested by @thegreencanary and its so cute I needed to write this.
I didn't proofread so pls be nice and I hope you like it.
Content warning⚠️: talk of the upside down, hospitalized!reader. Birthday sucks. Mutual pining and fluff. Also steve blindfolds reader but its sfw. Also the ending sucks I'm sorry
You hated this. Things have been worse but you hated this. You were sick on your birthday and naturally had to spent it alone since you were in the hospital. It made you wanna cry, since it wasn't the first time you couldn't celebrate your birthday on the actual day. You should have been used to it by now but it didn't make it any better. Since you hated being alone and it was even worse on your birthday. Crying the whole morning didn't make you feel better though. You didn't wanna cry about it but you couldn't help but feel lonely.
You had another week left, but since you had some type of weird sickness(the upside down had had its toll on you and the doctors thought it was contagious.. spoiler alert: they weren't) no one was allowed to visit you. So you couldn't be mad about no one visit, especially if Steve had made sure to show up anyway every day. You were thankful that your room had a window because that's where he stood every day at around 4pm but today he didn't show up. By 5:30 you had given up hope, silently staring at the wall hoping that the day would just end. You hated feeling this miserable.
Not even you book could cheer you up anymore at 6pm you tossed it aside groaning at yourself. Calming down by running a hand through your hair, sitting up. "God I hate this" you sigh and get interrupted by a nearly silent knock. "Hi hi birthday pal" a very familiar voice says. Looking up you can see Steve, hes holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a ballon in the other. Again, you start to cry, but this time out of Happiness. "I thought you had forgotten my birthday.." you mumble and walk over to the window. As you walk closer you see the others, the kids, Eddie, Nancy and Robin.
"you didn't think we'd forget you, right?" he reminds you smiling. "I did think that" you then reply honestly. Quickly wiping your tears away you smile widely. "Thank you guys" you say smiling. "No need to thank us, this was Steves doing" Dustin says grinning. Steve blushes slightly, not exactly hiding the fact that this boy.. this man was in love with you. Like really.
Naturally you start blushing too and wave it off. "Thanks you then Steve" you reply smiling. You smile.
They all stayed for an hour until they all had to leave, steve being the last one to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow then?" he asks rubbing his neck slightly. You nod. "Tomorrow sounds good"
And then he leaves, he has a hard time leaving you alone as he always does.
Steve was your best friend since diapers, you had seen him be a douche, a jock, be with nancy and all that jazz. You we're also relived when Henderson was responsible for his massive change, that made you like that lil guy more.
You had the staff give you the flowers and balloon so you could feel the love that they had brought you. This made the week you had left to stay less awful.
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The week had gone by and Steve had been there every day. One day he had brought erasablemarkers to play tic tac toe on the glass of the window. "You're cheating Harrington!" you stated pouting. Slightly laughing he shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just playing the game, babe. I don't know what you mean" babes was a nickname he commonly used for you. Among other nicknames like sweetheart or love, you liked babe the most of you were completely honest. It made your heart flutter and your head turn red.
Two days after that he made the stuff roll out a tv with an vhs player so he could watch the goonies with you. You loved the movie. "Thanks for spending your time with me" you said during a quiet moment and leaned into the cold glass, he did the same but you missed the cuddles you usually got while watching a movie with him.
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The day you finally got to leave the hospital had come and you packed your stuff and now are waiting for Steve to actually pick you up. The upside was that you got to leave the hospital already, waiting infront of it. Breathing in the fresh air and being more than thankful for the wind that's flowing through your hair. Slightly sighing und strech as Steve finally rolls by. "Hey Babe" he greets you winking at you, making you giggle. You get into the car. "Hi Baby" you say back making him rub his chin smiling. Your heart is making backflips by now.
"You look so good" he comments making you blush. "Thank you.. I felt like dressing up after wearing that stupid hospital gown for two weeks straight..." you mumble putting your seatbeld on while he turned the car. You didn't think much of it, since he said he was gonna drive you home. "You're welcome Babe.. you deserve to feel good about yourself after these idiots locked you in for no reason" he says leaving you all blushy not really paying attention where he was actually going. You two bicker about the doctors mocking them a little which makes you laugh. God hos much he loves your laugh.
When he took a left turn instead of a right you were confused but didn't say anything, he has his reasons. He then stops and looks at you. "So I have a surprise for you and I'm gonna put a blindfold on you, if you're okay with that" he says holding his bandana you definitely recognize. You look down at the bandana for a moment before you nod. "Yeah go ahead. I trust you" you then say. "Thank you sweetheart" he then mumbles, carefully putting the bandana on you. Slightly tickling you in the process making you giggle in his face. He blushes, turning crimson red. He was definitely glad you didn't see him.
"Is that okay?" carefully pulling the ends of the bandana into a rather tight but not uncomfortable knot. "Yeah thats fine.. thank you" you state smiling. You can feel him adjust himself and continue driving. He turns on the radio, humming along with the tunes until he stopped after what felt like years to be honest.
"so I'm gonna guide you, just let me" he says parking the car and getting out. You bite your lip and patiently wait for him. As the door opens he takes your hands. "Careful don't bump your head" he says putting a hand on your head while guiding you out of his car. The door slamming. You have no idea where you are but you can hear some hushed voices. Not really thinking anything of it while he guides you, what feels like, into a garden. "Okay.. we're here. Are you ready?" his calm voice, laced with excitement makes you nod. "Yes I'm ready".
As he takes off the blindfold a swarm of voices errupts and you have to blink a few times to fully grasp what is happening. "Happy late Birthday!" They scream along with you name. You can't help but tear up at this cute gesture. "You did all of this for me?" Your eyes scan the garden and you can see a grill, loads and loads of Fingerfood and baked stuff, beautiful decorations and of course your friends.
"I hope you like it" is all steve says while blushing. You nod and just look at him. "This was your doing wasn't it, Harrington?" you tease grabbing his hand. "Yes it was!" Max and Lucas confirm while handing you each a cupcake, both of you take them gratefully. "Thanks Max" you say and can't fully function as Steve suddenly pulls you closer. With a quick look at your lips he then dips his head in your direction, kissing you softly.
You gasp lightly before returning the favor and kissing him back. As you break the kiss all your friends are cheering and Eddie hands Dustin ten bucks. "Finally" says Dustin while Eddie mopes looking at you. "I thought you'd do it first!"
"I'm glad I did it though. Not even sorry about this one, Munson" steve says while kissing you again.
#stranger things#steve harrington x you#steve x reader#steve stranger things#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington x gender neutral reader#steve Harrington x gn!reader#stranger things fic#stranger things one shot#stranger things promt
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This quirk gives YN the ability to turn inanimate objects into living creatures. This ability can last for however long or short YN wishes it to be. It is more potent on smaller objects that already have mobility; these objects can form a personality. On larger objects; it is harder to make them seem alive, they will mostly just go through the motions.
Hospitals, after the overhaul arc.
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Mirio laid in his hospital bed looking up at the ceiling. He promised Sir that he’d smile and bring joy to others, so he tried to gain his composure when he heard a knock on his door. As the door cracked open, instead of a person poking in a stuffed rabbit walked into the room. He smiled at the familiar sight; Mimzy, YN’s toy that she brought to life when they were 4 years old. The stuffie made its way to his bed as he sat up to greet it.
“Hello Mimzy.” Mirio leant down to pick up the small creature. “Aren’t you sweet visiting me? Now if you’re here, where’s YN?”
“Allo.” YN greeted simply and waltzed into the room.
“Allo YN. How did you get here so quick?” Mirio asked with a smile on his face. He was always happy to see YN, but he wasn't technically supposed to have friends visit yet.
“Oh I asked the elevator to bring me up without needing a card…” YN mentioned smiling at her habit of turning appliances to life so that they’d help her. “Don’t worry I set it back after I was done. Elevator said it was okay.”
“So why are you here?” Mirio asked, cuddling Mimzy as he did. The rabbit in response trilled and rubbed its face into his hands.
“I wanted to check on you and see if you needed company. Not in a pity way but in a “this place is super” boring way. “ YN sat on the bed and reached forward to pet Mimzy.
The toy moved up to sit on Mirio’s shoulder, its rounded paws trying to play with his hair. Mirio had loved Mimzy since the day YN brought it over to show and tell, proving she had acquired her quirk. The stuffie had been a loving sweet thing that warmed up to him immediately. Mirio loved her instantly and begged YN to bring Mimzy to daycare everyday.
Whenever one of her friends had been hurt or in a bad mood, YN would bring Mimzy over or bring some type of comfort item they had to life. YN’s ability to turn inanimate objects to life could’ve gotten her a spot in the hero course, but she wasn’t interested in turning her friends into weapons for hero work. So she decided to learn to be a therapist, still choosing to be close with her friends from middle school who went into the hero course.
“It is kinda boring sitting here all day. That’s why I’ve been doing bicycle kicks!” Mirio leaned back on his bed and started kicking legs in a circular motion. The ridiculous scene made YN giggle, he was always silly around people. Always quick to make people laugh. The sudden movement made Mimzy crawl onto Mirio’s stomach and jump in anger. “Sorry Mimzy. Please don’t be mad.”
YN pulled Mimzy into her lap, going back to pull Mirio into a sitting position. “Well… I didn’t just come to entertain you. After the news about what happened came out, I was terrified for you. I was so scared that you were gonna die. And now that you’ve lost your…”
YN stopped and grabbed Mrio for a hug.
“I didn’t want to lose you. So Mimzy talked and said that I need to tell you what I’ve been keeping from you.”
Mirio tilted his head. Then he was caught off guard as YN leaned forward and kissed him gently. He was left frozen and stunned as she pulled back, looking at him expectantly. He smiled and kissed her with small pecks. Mimzy squeaked in protest as they squished it between them.
“Sorry Mimzy..” Mirio blushed as he put the toy on his pillow.
“Soooo?” YN asked tentatively.
“I like you too.” Mirio confirmed.
The two smiled and went for another kiss. Spending the rest of the day talking and playing with their semi-child Mimzy. Miro hoped that they would last forever so their possible kid would have the same companion and matchmaker as they did.
#mha#mha fanfiction#bnha#bnha fanfiction#bnha mirio#mirio togata#mirio x reader#mirio togata x reader#Different Quirks
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Spoilers for Stranger Things 4V.2
I gotta say, it didn’t blow me away. Some thoughts.
- Max carries the whole season imo. It was great, especially because I didn’t really care that much about her character before, this was a nice change.
- We don’t HAVE to kill someone each season, you know? We could have just kept Eddie?? I get that there was no way he was getting out from underneath those murder charges now that Hopper isn’t sheriff, but cmon.
- Will’s speech about Mike was 1000 better than Mike’s big “I lOvE yOu” moment with Eleven. I don’t have anything against their ship, but if there is one trope I am getting really tired of it is tHe PoWEr oF FrIEndShIp SpEeCh that is in every show these days. I feel like we can do better.
- About that speech, Mike says a couple things there that I didn’t vibe with.
Firstly; he says that his life began the day they found El in the woods. Pardon, but that was also the day your best friend went missing. And he’s like right there. Rude.
Second; he says he can’t live without El. I am TIRED of media showing us this idea of love where you are so ‘devoted’ to the other person you can’t live without them. No. You live for yourself, first and foremost. You are a person of your own, deserving all the good things life has to offer. Stop this idea that there is a person out there that you are living for. There might be someone out there that you want to spend the rest of your life WITH, but not FOR. Big difference.
- The whole train of thought where the adults in Russia thought ‘hey we don’t know when the fight will take place, but hivemind, so lets go kill the things’. Yeah that was just weird to me. It felt like they needed a reason to keep them in the plot all the way from Russia.
- Hopper and Joyce getting together. Hell yes.
- Why is Max the only one running in this mindscape we are in. Vecna is just going for a little stroll, he’s in no type of hurry. But Eleven. My friend. Pick up the pace. If you see a cloud of death approaching while in your friends mind, maybe get a move on? Her walking in that skatepark memory LORDD
- I loved the moment between Dustin and Eddie’s uncle. “I never even saw him get mad” really hit me for some reason. I loved Eddie okay. Fuck this
- Hell yeah Robin you go get that girlfriend
- Why did they just kind of bait us with the Steve/Nancy/Jonathan love triangle again and then not do anything with it. (They’re probably getting into it in the next season but uughh)
- Joyce and Hopper finding out that Eleven broke a girls nose is gonna put a damper on the cute reunion.
- “Lucas is fine, he’s at the hospital. Oh, you don’t know” WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY DON’T KNOW?? ELEVEN IS THE ONE THAT BROUGHT MAX BACK IN THE FIRST PLACE. SHE HAD A WHOLE MENTAL BREAKDOWN IN THE MINDSPACE OR WHATEVER. DUDE.
- Wtf happened to Yuri and Enzo at the end? Are they safe in Indiana now?
- I liked that Eleven didn’t give Dr. Brenner what he wanted from her while he was bleeding out. Like hell yes girl you don’t owe this creepy ass anything.
- Speaking of creepy ass. Here’s a drinking game. Watch this season again and take a shot every time Brenner enters a room in a dramatic way that is supposed to make the audience GASP. This dude does not know how to walk normally into a room, seriously.
- I loved the moment between Will and Jonathan. I literally went ‘Good Brother Jonathan’ out loud.
- That scene where Eddie plays Metallica in the Upside Down. Fucking amazing. Top tear TV.
- Jason’s whole thing. Sigh. I wasn’t born in the 80′s, but if I saw one of my friends get murdered by what seemed a ghost above a lake, my first thought wouldn’t be: “yeah its that guy that was almost drowning there with me, he did this”. I get that he didn’t have his mind right because of Chrissy, and that if you believe something to be true it is very hard to let that go (Chrissy would never buy drugs, Hellfire is a cult, Eddie is guilty). BUT he felt like a plot device needed to make everything just a little bit more complicated so the finaly wouldn’t be boring on the Normal Hawkins side. Because if this dude and his possy of Riverdale Archie knockoffs would have had even a little more chill, a whole lot of annoyance would have gone away. Because yes, that is all that they were. A lot of them dissapear halfway through, the guy with the curls that goes after Erica is never heard from again after she kicked him in the nuts, and Jason just dies. They have no real impact on the plot other than annoyance, and stepping on the headphones.
- Then for next season.
I’m curious what they will do with Will’s connection to Vecna, and if he will actually play a part in the plot again apart from Sad Gay TM. I’m not complaining about his arc about his sexuality, I like what they’re doing with it, but he didn’t do much else. This dude has been terrified of the Upside Down for all of these seasons now, and he deserves to be the one holding the bat with nails for once, beating some creature to mulch.
I think Vecna still has a hold of Max’s mind somehow and that is how we see him again next season, because Max’s mind is just 404 page not found right now.
It all felt a lot like a setup for season 5. We needed to establisch how scary Vecna is, and that El can handle him but only in the best of circumstances. Then we needed to create a crisis that can haul us over to next season. Check.
All of this is very random, feel free to add random thoughts
#stranger things#stranger things s4#eddie munson#steve harrington#nancy wheeler#mike wheeler#eleven#dustin#Lucas#Max#max mayfield#kate bush#will#jonathan#joyce#hopper#Dont get me wrong im still gonna watch season 5#it was still fun to watch#just not great
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Hotel management software?
A successful entrepreneur is always looking for his next success. whenever a good business opportunity comes. He works with complete planning, Doesn’t let that chance go.
If we talk about the hotel business. opening a hotel is just building a building. Building many rooms in it does not have to charge people for checking. It is much more than that.
“Today the tourism and travel Agency industry is increasing day by day. Quadruple the whole day. In such a situation. the hotel should be a place where the traveler feels comfortable when he checks into his room. The best hotel focuses on its guest. In today’s era of online reviews. one can have positive and negative reviews about any hotel.
Every new business starts with a plan. Whether the business is small or big, everyone needs a start-up plan.
Before starting any business. You should have an idea of what kind of market you are entering and what risks you can face in the future.
Know about the hospitality industry and stay updated with the latest news about it. you need to know what kind of people will live in your hotel and what you can do to keep them from attacking your hotel.
“ Have to think about how we can collect clients for our business. How can the right marketing person book their hotel rooms?
Select Hotel type:-
There are many types of hotels. Which type of hotel do you want to invest in? You have to consider Booting hotels are small. often may be in a historic building or converted from another business.
Family hotels are focused on how to make them familiar to the whole family. These hotels usually have larger rooms, more beds, and swimming pools, and the location of such hotels is often card-like around the wake to allow for more family engagement.
Marketing plan for the Hotel:-
You have to make a marketing plan for your hotel business that will work in increasing your business. Because without marketing and publicity. Growth is not possible. because without this your hotel will not be visible to the people. how will people show interest? You can use social media for marketing. Where you can reach more and more people at very little cost. keep the service of your hotel good so that people give good ratings. Taking your hotel on the online platform because today the era of booking has become online and requests every guest to give a rating to the hotel.
So that people can book hotels based on ratings and reviews.
What are the things to keep in mind to build a successful hotel?
Location:- people always look for hotels according to their convenience. Most tourists find hotels near the airport, railway station, or tour place before starting their business, so you have to take good care of the location.
Facility:- what amenities will be offered in your hotel or can play a big role in the success of your hotel business? You can arrange your hotel facilities according to your budget.
Ex:- pickup and drop facility, restaurant breakfast, wine tasting, business-related facility.
Cleanliness:-Most of the dirty hotels are due to a lack of cleanliness and hygiene. customer write their reviews these days so pay special attention to the hygiene of your hotel.
Friendliness:- Even the smallest things in your hotel can be liked by the guest. which can cause you to come back to your hotel. and he can even inspire his friend to stay at the hotel. and give good reviews. you should remember that your guest has come from made for a holiday or has come for business work. They should have a feeling of home. you will also have to train your staff to behave friendly with all the guests coming to the hotel.
Safety:- Like a good location before booking a guest hotel. Keep in mind in which area they are booking the hotel, and how good that area is in terms of safety. The sound of sorry surroundings or the sound of police sirens makes your guest worried about safety
Software for Hotel and Restaurant:-
Want to computerize your hotel or restaurant properly? so it is perfect for accounting and billing software. so that you can operate all the work of your hotel or restaurant easily. such as room booking checking, checkout, and management reservation automatic billing. all this work can be done easily with the software. With this, war management can also oppose table service, room service, and food. Will or point of sale. All this can be easily managed.
Apart from this, complete stock management documents management, discount package, complete financial account debit ledger, cashbook, profit, and loss in management Account.
Accounting up to the balance sheet can manage all the work in easy software.
This software will generate and give you very attractive and interactive reports.
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OKAY OKAY SO UHHH ABOUT RIN'S MV. i guess it confirms that rin and renho were childhood friends. maybe it was hard for rin to make friends, maybe other kids didn't like him that much, but renho was the only person who talked to him and spent time with him, so obviously, she became really important to him.
i'm trying to figure out what exactly happened to their relationship. at first i thought that maybe renho started going out with someone and rin found out and he did not like that at all, but i don't think there were any hints to that in any of his mvs? (unless we count the vine reference in his t1 poll JSJKSKSLSDLSLD) this is probably just me overthinking, but like.. maybe, just maybe. maybe him pushing her in the pile of leaves can be seen as him starting to act like the rin we know, like maybe he became more rude or he started to show his love in worse ways and even though renho is shown laughing, maybe she kinda got sick of it eventually?
now, about the whole hospital and white room thing. okay, so either this should be taken more literally and at one point rin had to stay in a hospital for a long time and when he could finally go to school, he found out that renho got a new friend or started to date someone. or it's actually more symbolic of rin's mental state and maybe it's supposed to show how rin can't just continue to live with one friend who he's kinda obsessed with. in that case, the crowded school hallway appearing can also show how lonely he actually is.
about the doll. again, probably just me overthinking but maybe it's like.. rin finding out about renho finding someone new to talk to and him starting to feel like he actually means nothing to her and he's just that, a doll, a toy that she can play with for a bit and then leave when she gets bored. what really bothers me is that the doll has no eyes and has this huge crack on its head. like, did she even like rin or did she just feel sorry for him? 😭 if renho actually hated him this whole time, it would make sense for this doll to look like that and maybe it's supposed to represent her true feelings about him. i even thought that it shows the way renho died for a second, but if i remember correctly, rin said that she didn't suffer, so.. i'm not sure if i should believe him, but fine, i will. what is also interesting to me is rin saying how "she broke the promise first" or that love is "telling each other everything". i guess maybe she kept her new relationship secret from him?
that's all i can say about him for now!
Um... 👀 Rin pushing Renho into the pile of leaves is actually a more direct clue to his murder. He's not the type to treat his friend badly. And even if he does, it's because he doesn't know that it's "wrong". Your theory about Renho growing sick of his behaviour isn't completely off the table though.
The hospital thing is literal and Rin had some health problems growing up, hence why he had trouble keeping with Renho when playing at the playground in the MV.
But the white room is more symbolic, haha. I read somewhere that the Milgram might be making the canon prisoners feel trapped in their own minds, and that manifests as a small space in their MVs. Haruka's white room, Yuno's pink room, etc. I thought it'd be interesting to incorporate the concept in Rin's MV. :D
Yeah, your interpretation of the doll isn't wrong. I guess it ties in with his one of repetition cover too. The doll can actually symbolize multiple things, so have fun trying to guess what else it represents!
#you're pushing the “renho replaced rin” agenda so bad HDJSDSKJSKJJKSD#I won't confirm or deny~#👉👈 how about telling me your thoughts on the rest of my prisoners' MVs too? if you want to#aurora answers#prisoner 007: shigeru rin
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All You Need To Know About Digital Reader Boards
What is a digital reader board?
Standing in a hotel lobby, waiting for your friend to checkout, have you ever gone through the hotel’s service list on a digital signage screen? Perhaps the list kept scrolling on its own at specific intervals.
Have you recently been in a rush and landed at a hotel without prior booking? Then, you must have checked the tariff on a digital screen, slowly but pleasantly slide-showing the charges and facilities. Got carried away with the luxury suites and booked one?
You have already been introduced to a digital reader board then.
A digital reader board, also known as a digital announcement board, is a screen that communicates important messages and information. You can share any readable information such as weather updates, news, meeting summary, holiday lists, upcoming events, amenities, offers, menus, or list information like directories. You may use dedicated apps like text board, digital bulletin board, or simply put up a minimum-graphics, text-based presentation on your digital reader screen.
Types of digital reader boards
Digital reader boards are used across multiple industries. Based on where it is used and how it is deployed, we have listed down 3 major types.
1. Indoor digital reader board
You will find digital reader boards displayed in the meeting room, waiting room, lobby, reception, and adjoining areas. Sometimes you will find one or two screens right after the entrance to an office building and near the inquiry desks. All of these are indoor reader boards. So, if it is inside, within the four-wall premises, small or large, it is an indoor digital reader board.
2. Outdoor digital reader board
You must have come across digital brand advertisements along the roads, shopping malls, parks, hospitals, and outside places of major significance. Such outdoor digital announcement boards are generally large; often billboard screens can also play the role of a reader board.
With advanced software & technology, you can turn your digital reader board into an interactive medium of sharing information. Your audience will not only read your content but will also be able to swipe, scroll, select, zoom in and download the same for future reference.
So, with an interactive digital reader board, you can actually make people bear your brand name in their minds for a longer time. And it also makes revisiting your products and services easier with scan & download features.
Interactive digital reader boards can be of 2 types.
Touchless
Touchless interactivity can come in many forms. QR code scan & download, voice control, and motion sensors. Recently, air-touch technology has been introduced, which allows you to select & swipe tabs with gestures 6-9 cm away from screens. So, technically, it’s a touchless function. These types of screens are also referred to as virtual touchscreen displays.
Here’s an example of how touchless displays can be brilliantly multipurpose.
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Touchscreen
We are all aware of what touchscreen technology is. So, when it comes to the digital reader boards, it is nothing but making the information on the screen easily accessible by the viewers with touchscreen functions.
Do you have offers & discounts up for grabs? Help your customers interact with the screen comfortably. Let them click on the products, visit your e-commerce site and add their favorites to the cart directly from the screen, using the interactive digital board technology.
When your audience can touch, click, and scroll through your screens, they engage with your brand better and more effectively.
Also read: How Varanasi International Airport embraced touch-based information kiosks to introduce interactivity & innovation to the passengers.
10 Examples of content for your digital reader boards
You can run the following content on your digital reader board and build a more substantial audience engagement.
1. Notice & announcements
No need to send emails to each department or notify every employee individually about an urgent business. Instead, update the message on a digital reader board using a bulletin board app, and draw everyone’s attention to the message at once. In schools and corporate offices, you’ll find more of its use.
Suggested Read: How to create a digital bulletin board with Pickcel's digital reader board software
2. Building directories
Digital directories show building information like resident names, door numbers, occupancy details, availability of rooms for tenants, building management phone numbers, building maps, shop names and floor maps.
Unlike traditional building directories, digital ones inform the building details to the visitors much more efficiently with bright fonts, vibrant colors and images. These types of reader boards improve the aesthetics of your building while adding convenience.
3. Welcome messages
Is there a new employee in the office? Is there a special guest arriving at the hotel? Are you experiencing an unexpected flow of customers at the retail store during a seasonal discount offer?
Greet them all with a warm welcome message on the digital reader board so that not only them but the other employees and visitors also get to see and appreciate it. This strengthens your brand ethics and creates a sustainable positive impression.
4. Schedules
On a digital reader board, one can display office meeting schedules, service operations, event timings, exam schedules, and many more. This is one of many reasons the digital announcement board finds its use in varied industries and departments. You can simply make the timetables or schedule charts on Google Spreadsheets and play the same on digital screens.
5. Queue information
Managing queues at retail stores and banks is not a burden anymore. You can display queue information on digital reader boards, show live queue ticket numbers and counter numbers, and avoid all kinds of chaos. Customers will know when and where to go.
They can sit in the waiting area, keep an eye on the digital reader board signs, and wait for their turns patiently. This helps reduce perceived wait time and offers a better customer experience.
6. Service list
Have you been handling multiple inquiries about the services and amenities you offer? Do you have a special service list for VIP guests? Have you added a handful of new services for your health center? Just update the service list from your computer using a digital reader board software and show it on screen instantly.
Reader boards can also use scrolling texts to inform trivial information along side the primary content.
7. Live updates
Digital reader boards are not only used for information dissemination, they can also entertain the visitors waiting in lobbies and bored in the lounge. That is why these screens are often called ‘Lobby boards.’ These lobby boards can play interesting live feeds on various topics – movies, award ceremonies, politics, weather updates, games & sports, stocks & shares, and live event streaming.
8. E-brochures
Many of your customers won’t visit your website. They may randomly glance at the products and make their purchase decisions, or they may not. So, you can bring your products to them on the giant LED screens and ensure they don’t miss any of your best-sellers. Display the digital product catalog or the e-brochure on the digital reader board screens and advertise your brand in style.
You can also slideshow your company profile on the screens and make your audience aware of who you are and how you have evolved in the past years.
9. Rules & regulations
Financial institutes, public offices, corporate offices, police stations, educational institutes, hospitals— all these sectors often rely on redundant cardboard signs and paper notices to display rules & regulations.
A digital reader board software enables the administration to centrally update designated screens with organizational guidelines.
10. News bulletins
News is a must-have content for any reader board screen. Whether you are showing the live local news, or syndicated content via the RSS feeds of popular websites, this form of infotainment grabs eyeballs.
Where can you use digital reader boards?
Digital reader boards have multiple uses (I hope you have gathered that already from the content types and examples). The following are some places where the digital reader board finds its best use:
Hotel lobbies
Waiting rooms
Lounges & Restrooms
Reception area
Hospital receptions & corridors
Retail stores
Shopping malls
Movie theaters
Entrance & exit gates
Stadiums
Office lawns
Apart from these, you can use digital reader board signs to declare safety measures or direct your visitors to the correct location with pointers, symbols, and icons. Use it wherever you find it suitable and needed.
Difference between electronic reader board & digital reader board
What can make you understand the difference more than the two images below?
Electronic Reader Board
Digital Reader Board
Electronic reader board messages are displayed using LED lights. They offer a monotonous color blend – usually red, yellow or green digits & alphabets on a black electronic board.
The appeal of an electronic message board is somewhat dull. With a digital reader board, you can experiment with your content in many ways and create a unique brand voice. To display time or show a small message like ‘Store Open’ or ‘Sale Going On’, electronic boards can work fine, but digital reader boards are the best and only resort for more significant messages.
How to make a digital reader board with Pickcel software
To create a digital reader board for your business, you will need 4 elements. High-quality digital screens, digital signage player, digital signage software or Content Management System, and a high-speed internet connection.
Choosing Pickcel as your digital reader board software will bring a massive difference in the content, both in type and style. It comes with free apps and widgets that make digital reader board content creation effortless.
Also, the software allows integration with different channels and platforms. It also lets you schedule media for each screen to have an automated content update without manual intervention.
Already registered for Pickcel? Let’s create digital reader board signs together.
Step 1: Place the LED screens in suitable locations and at a proper viewing distance.
Step 2: Connect the screens with digital signage players or media players using HDMI or VGA ports.
Step 3: Once the media players are connected properly (check for the power-on light), download the Pickcel software.
Step 4: Pair your screens with the Pickcel console using the 6-digit registration code that appears once the software is launched
Step 5: Compose your content, save it in the media, and hit publish to display super engaging content on your digital reader boards.
For a detailed tutorial, watch this video.
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So, what are you waiting for? Take assistance from the list we have here, add your brilliant ideas to it, and plan your digital reader board content today!
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Creepypasta Scenarios - First Meeting (Part 1)
Ben Drowned
You had promised, sworn on your very life, that you wouldn’t laugh. It was an oath. One to be taken very seriously.
“Using your hand to muffle the sound still counts as laughing.”
Part of you felt really bad but that made you snicker even harder. Your best friend, at the very least, did appear extremely shaken about the entire thing. She sat on the edge of the couch with her arms crossed. Dark bags had formed beneath her eyes and her attention seemed unable to stray from the Nintendo 64 that sat between you.
“I’m sorry,” you said. “But you have to understand how this sounds. You’re telling me that you’re being haunted by a literal video game.”
She pulled her legs to her chest. The amount of weight that she had lost recently couldn’t possibly be healthy. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me.”
“Have you considered talking to a psychiatrist?” you offered. “Or perhaps selling this game?”
“He would kill me.”
You picked up the Nintendo 64 and stared at the main menu of the game. It looked pretty normal to you. You fiddled around with the settings to turn the music down. “I really think that talking to somebody about this would help.”
“That’s what you don’t understand,” she said. “I want to stop playing. I want to speak to people but all that he wants is for me to continue trying to beat the game. There’s no way to win! The entire thing is rigged!”
“Have you looked up a guide?”
She groaned. “Nobody’s going to listen to me.”
An awkward silence fell over the room and you shifted around in your seat before offering some coffee. She accepted but the kettle had barely been boiling for a few seconds when her phone chimed happily.
“Oh look, he wants to play now,” she muttered. She thrust the device to you. “Take a look for yourself.”
The notification had come through an app called CleverBot. It was a very simple ‘hi’ message that didn’t really seem all too haunting. You opened it up and clicked around the app for a little. “Looks like just a chatroom,” you said. “Why’d you download this?”
“I didn’t. I just woke up the one day and it was on my phone.”
You closed the app and returned to the home screen. It immediately reopened and the same message popped up again. An identical thing happened the second time. And then again.
“This looks like a virus,” you said. “It’s probably best to uninstall.”
Clicking on the button made the icon disappear for a short while but it was quick to reappear. This time, when the chatroom opened itself, the message had changed to simply say ‘rude’.
You pursed your lips. That was suspicious enough for you to understand her potential worries. “I don’t think that it’s haunted but you should probably take it to a professional to have it wiped or something. And maybe consider less porn in the future?”
Your joke fell flat but it died when the chatbot began typing. Not too long after, another message had come through.
‘I don’t hang out in such places.’
“Can…” you trailed off. “No, there’s no way that they’ve hacked the microphone, right?”
‘Don’t need to hack in to hear what you’re saying.’
The colour drained from your face and you quickly glanced towards your friend. She didn’t seem panicked, even when you showed her the message. If anything, her expression was resigned as though this was a regular occurrence.
You didn’t get too much time to respond when a horrible static sound came through her phone. The screen began flashing and blurry images raced across it. A distorted version of the Majora’s Mask theme song started playing. It felt like your ears were bleeding. Scared, you threw the phone to the floor and, with a shattering crack, everything stopped.
For a while, you stared at it but then she said, “He’s going to be pissed with that.”
There was a chime from somewhere on your right. Your own phone’s screen lit up. Nervously, you reached over to check on it.
A single notification stood there, from an app called CleverBot.
‘You Shouldn’t Have Done That.”
Bloody Painter
The park was busy this time of day and filled with an awaiting audience – whether they were interested in watching the performance or not. Many seemed to appreciate it though, taking the flyers handed out by your group.
It was nearing midday when you ran out of pamphlets. You stretched and pushed your hair away from your face, relishing in the feeling of sun against skin.
Your gaze drifted across the park’s patrons before settling on one that you had been watching since the beginning of your performance. He didn’t look up much. A sketchpad sat on his lap and tousled brown hair hung over his face. You hadn’t caught his attention once but he had certainly kept yours.
“Can you hand me another lot of flyers?” you asked one of the other girls with her.
She handed them over and you put on your best grin before making your way to the tree he was sitting under.
He looked up when your shadow fell over his sketchbook. His work was considerably abstract and nothing that you could identify with ease. There weren’t too many colors though.
“Hello!” you greeted cheerily. “I don’t mean to bother but what did you think of the show?”
He blinked up at you. “I didn’t see it.”
The man was a master of deadpan but you didn’t allow your smile to drop. You lowered the flyer and sighed, “That’s a shame. It’s so rare that we have attractive people at our shows… you should consider coming to our actual performances sometime. Everybody loves musicals.”
He didn’t even react to the compliment. No smirk or even a blush. It was as though you hadn’t spoken one word.
“I’ve seen your face before,” he said. “You do this kind of thing quite often. Don’t you get tired of people staring at you?”
You chuckled. “I wouldn’t be in this line of business if I was too self-conscious. When they stare for too long, I like to imagine that it’s because I’m the most beautiful person they’ve ever seen.” Running your fingers through your hair, you offered him your most dazzling smile. “And if you remember me, that’s a certain compliment.”
“You can take it whatever way you want but it doesn’t mean anything.”
It was tempting to give up. Flirting with cute boys was only entertaining when they responded with… something. This boy just stared.
“So you’re an artist, right? You’d have a good point of view on whether or not I’m actually pretty.”
“My opinions on people are rarely accurate.”
His response made you uncomfortable, though you couldn’t quite put your finger on why. Something of a warning twisted in your stomach. A light had lit behind his eyes but it didn’t seem like something you wanted to tie yourself to.
It appeared it was time to give up your pursuit. “Well, I really should get going. Perhaps I’ll see you at the next performance.”
His eyes drifted to the pamphlet that you held. “Were you planning on giving me that?”
“Offering it but you don’t have to –“
“I’ll take it,” he said, putting down his pencil and holding out his hand. “Your show wasn’t too entertaining but I enjoyed watching the performance you just put on. Rather like a peacock strutting its feathers.”
So he wasn’t oblivious then… just teasing. You had no idea if it showed his genuine interest or if he was merely taunting now.
With a slight scowl, you passed it over. He tucked it into his sketchbook and then closed it, standing up. He was scrawnier than you had anticipated but he still had a considerable height – holding at least a few inches over you.
“Thank you,” you said.
He left without another word. You rolled your eyes and made a point to ignore any thoughts about him for the rest of the day. Perhaps you shouldn’t have given him your information… after all, that flyer had your full name and everything.
And you knew absolutely nothing about him.
Candy Pop
Hospitals were the worst places in the world.
They smelled too clean and looked too false. You generally avoided them as much as possible unless it was absolutely necessary. When a close family member found themselves locked within the walls, unfortunately, it wasn’t possible to stay away.
You wrinkled your nose as you walked into the room. The sterilized smell burnt you.
Most of it was what you had expected but the young, child-like scream made you jump and nearly drop every gift you were holding.
Your aunt jumped up from her chair beside the hospital bed. “What’s wrong?!” she asked, fussing over your cousin.
She was barely over eleven and had badly injured her leg during a biking competition. Your mom had told you that everybody in the family was going to visit her, encouraging you to go together in order to drop off some gifts.
“I’m sorry,” the little girl said quickly. “I don’t like balloons and I thought… it doesn’t matter. Sorry.”
You moved them behind you a little, trying to block her line of sight. “No, no, I should have asked first. You could have been allergic to latex or something and then I’d be feeling really bad about it.”
“She’s been particularly on edge thanks to these awful nightmares,” your aunt explained.
“Nightmares?” you asked.
The little girl seemed pale at its mention, pulling her blanket up to her nose and watching everybody wearily. “They’re just bad dreams,” she said. “You said that they couldn’t hurt me.”
Her mother hurriedly rubbed her shoulder and offered a warm smile. “They definitely can’t,” she reassured.
“Are they about the fall?” you asked.
“Sometimes.”
You settled down in one of the chairs as your own mother began speaking to her sister. They were able to discuss everything from the colour of grass to what they thought would be the best country to live in. You weren’t particularly interested in what they were saying and, after a while of trying to chirp in, you just let the lack of sleep catch up to you.
Your dreams came to you quickly, faster than usual and sharp in an uncomfortable sort of way.
You found yourself standing in a large field. The sky was grey and the grass tall enough to reach your knees. Everything felt bright. It hurt your eyes to stare at anything for too long.
Normally, dreams didn’t feel as such, but you were certain that this was one. There was no purpose to where you were. No inclination to walk in a specific direction or try to understand what was happening.
Just confusion.
You took a step forward and a soft wind wrapped around you. It brushed through the grass, dancing around the trees. Something was watching.
You turned and two, glowing lights floated above the ground.
Slowly, mist gathered around the two spots. As you stepped back, it began to solidify – quickly forming a more recognisable shape. The figure tilted its head to the side and a slight jingling sound filled the air. It stepped forward then and the glow faded from its eyes, revealing just what stood before you.
He was a jester, though certainly more modern than the old king’s versions. Blue hair hung around his shoulders and his entire outfit jingled with hundreds of bells. A smile graced his face and he stepped forward.
You moved away.
His smile disappeared and his eyes narrowed. The mist appeared again and he vanished into it.
You looked around frantically. He was gone. The wind picked up unexpectedly, howling in your ears. You raised your hands to shield your face and something grabbed your wrist. Before you could turn to see, you hurdled away from the meadow and awoke spluttering for air.
“Are you alright?” your aunt asked.
In the corner of your eye, you swore you saw a blue jester but, when you turned to look, he was gone. “Yeah,” you said, rubbing your chest. “Yeah, I’m good.”
Your made eye contact with your cousin and swallowed thickly. The look on her face said it all.
Clockwork
Every night, without fail, you saw her sitting there when you arrived home from work.
She always wore the same thing and, initially, you had thought that she would play on her phone for hours at a time. It didn’t appear that she had a phone, however, as you came to realise. Whatever she was holding was circular and fit perfectly within the palm of her hand.
You mentioned it to the building manager the second time she was there until like two in the morning. He had said that they thought she was homeless but, as far as they could tell, she wasn’t dangerous. You reassured him that your worries weren’t about her presence due to any perceived problem but he had just nodded.
She never moved while she was waiting. Not even to adjust her weight or brush the hair from her face.
A few of your neighbours used the very eloquent reasoning that she was merely crazy.
Occasionally, you heard children from the area parroting their parents. Rumours abound that she was a ghost who would attack anybody if they spoke to her. You scoffed each time it was said but many believed the stories.
You were arriving home late one night when you spotted her sitting in the usual spot. It was strange for you to feel anything beyond exhaustion on the nights when hospital jobs ran too long but this time, a strange anticipation settled itself in your stomach.
“I’m sorry,” you said. “Are you okay?”
Her hair was dirty and her coat looked as though it hadn’t been washed for years. Now that you were close, you could make out what appeared to be dried blood on her shirt.
“Go away,” she said, shaking her head from side to side.
“I have medical experience,” you responded. “And I know some good places to stay in the area. I can –“
“Good for you,” she sneered. “Leave me alone. You’re going to make me miss it.”
The object she was holding was an old pocket watch. It looked like something you would find in an antique store and pay insane amounts of money for. Though, it didn’t appear to be working. The clock hands sat at a set time and didn’t move in the slightest.
“I want to help you if that’s okay,” you said.
She forced out a laugh that sounded as though it physically pained her. “You want to help me?!” she cackled, throwing her hair over her shoulder. “Isn’t that sweet.”
You stumbled away from her and clasped a hand over your mouth. Her face…
Her mouth was torn to pieces, jagged cuts that ripped through the skin there and had been crudely stitched back together. But that wasn’t the worst. No, the worst part of it was her left eye that had a pocket watch shoved into the socket and forcefully stitched there. The injury flared red with infection and pain.
“What’s wrong little doctor?!” she cawed. “No longer feeling like saving the poor girl you found on the side of the road?”
You steeled your resolve and straightened. “I’m still willing to offer help if you need it,” you said in your strongest voice. “That injury is severe and needs attending to if you want to save the eye.”
The eye was definitely gone and she knew it as well, scoffing at your offer. “No chance of that. Why do you people like pretending that you care?”
“I do care.”
She responded with a mocking expression and stood unexpectedly. “Sure you do.” She tapped the front of the pocket watch with her nail. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to get to work. I nearly missed it thanks to your nagging. I’ll see you tomorrow, doctor.”
And she marched off into the night.
Dark Link
The vase that you were holding was beautifully polished and almost brand new. As you lifted it, something rattled around within.
“Why are you selling this for such a low price?” you asked.
The woman was middle-aged with a falsely high voice and bright, darting eyes. “It was a gift,” she said. “But I decided against keeping it. I wasn’t sure how low the price should be but it’s not like I’m losing any money.”
You decided against buying it, thanking her and walking away quickly. While you were looking through a few pieces of jewelry, your arm was grabbed and a small object pushed into your chest.
“Here you go!” you friend chimed. “Consider it to be a late birthday present!”
You took the game cartridge and examined it closely. “Zelda, again?” you asked. “I’ve already tell you that –“
“Yes, yes, I know that they’re not your thing but if you haven’t tried all the games then how are you meant to know there isn’t just one that you like?”
Sighing, you took the game and dropped it into your purse. It was dirty and definitely well used. A bit of black paint flaked off on your fingers.
Another game for you to keep in your cupboard and not look at again until months later when you were asked about your opinion on it. It wasn’t your fault that you didn’t have the console you needed and the simple answer of ‘just buy one for cheap’ wasn’t always available.
But in the coming weeks, you quickly realised that this wasn’t just another game.
At first, the things that went wrong were too minor to even pay attention to. Electronics started breaking frequently until the point where you had replaced your stereo twice in a week and no longer had a television. After that, you started feeling sickly and uncomfortable whenever you were in the house. A feeling of imposing nature settled upon your shoulders.
You spent more time away from home, staying away for as long as you could. When you tried to dogsit for your brother, the pup wouldn’t even enter the house.
It was late at night when you woke up in a cold sweat. Nausea coiled in your stomach and your heart was beating at the speed of light.
At first, you had no idea what had woken you.
And then you heard the rattling.
It was coming from the next room over. As though somebody had taken hold of your desk and was shaking it as roughly as they could.
You scrambled for your phone but it wasn’t there. It was sitting in your office.
You took a deep breath and slowly stepped from your bed. Your head felt fuzzy, as though you weren’t able to wake up properly. Every step was slow and lethargic.
Stumbling toward the door, you gingerly grabbed the handle. As you opened it, your mind caught up with your body and you remembered that you shouldn’t just burst in on a potential invader.
But it was too late.
The person, for it had to be a person, stood in the middle of the room. Its body was so dark that it blended in with the shadows surrounding it. Two bright red eyes shone, illuminating enough that it showed some of the creatures ashen features. It had sharp features that were definitely human. Though as you stared at it, you knew that it was anything but.
It smiled and began turning into small squares, pixelating into the air and disappearing into something behind it.
You flicked on the light as fast as you could but it was gone. Sitting in the middle of the desk, the black cartridge seemed to emit its own darkness.
Dr. Smiley
The building was beyond restoration, crumbling and derelict. You were sure that it hadn’t been occupied for at least a decade. Perhaps even longer.
For months now, you had been going through the motions to have everything approved and organised. You had gotten clearance, hired the workers, discussed things with any neighbours, and even paid extra for the best machinery to get everything done quicker.
And now they were refusing to do anything.
“I’m sorry, and I will compensate for the time wasted, but my men are saying no,” the on-site manager said. “I know you’re not from these parts but we’ve always known there’s something wrong with this building. Rumours and superstitions abound and I wouldn’t blame my men for not wanting to anger a ghost.”
“They’ll be pissing off something far worse than a ‘ghost’ if they continue refusing to even go in there,” you snapped.
He glanced towards his workers and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Once he left, you turned your attention to the house. Why anybody would have wanted a house in this location was beyond you but now that you had inherited it, you could see potential.
Although the entire place was probably crawling with all manners of disgusting flora.
Perhaps you could use that to get the health counsel to do the job for you.
They will still talking and you could see the weariness on their faces. Sighing, you stalked your way to the front door and pushed it open with one hand. It creaked with the effort.
You stood with your hands out towards the men. “I’m going to walk this entire house!” you called. “And if your ghost doesn’t accost me while I’m there, then I’m going to be expecting you to all get on with it, alright?”
Nothing immediately jumped at you when you entered. The door struggled to open and it swung shut on its own accord. If that was the haunting that they were talking about…
A roach skittered along the floor in front of you, darting under a derelict sofa stained with an unknown substance. Several of the windows had been broken so it wasn’t surprising to find that graffiti and markers had been used to etch various names into the walls.
You walked through a destroyed kitchen, passed a bedroom with a smashed crib, and even kicked open a door that led to a filthy storage room.
No ghost jumped out at you.
Problems started presenting themselves when you walked down one of the hallways and pushed open a bedroom door. The entire room felt set apart from the rest of the place with almost-new curtains that had been drawn shut. Blankets covered the bed, dirty but still there. You immediately thought somebody may be squatting there but your concerns changed when you noticed the wall.
Black mold. It crawled its way up the side, covering most of what had once been white wallpaper. You brought one hand up to shield your mouth and stepped out, slamming the door closed.
If there was an infestation then you had to get the health department immediately. This was –
Your thoughts were interrupted by something grabbing you. Panic filled your mind as a sharp weapon was pressed against your throat.
“Well now, I just know that you don’t have an appointment,” a voice said close to your ear. “I don’t like trespassers.”
Thinking on instinct, you threw your head backwards as hard as you could. There was a satisfying impact followed by a loud yelp of pain. The weapon around your throat moved away so you kicked the guy in the shin and bolted for it.
The house felt bigger while you were running but nobody came after you. You didn’t hear any footsteps or other sounds of a chase.
Bursting through the front door, you winced at the bright light. The house hadn’t seemed nearly that dark until compared to the outside.
You collided with one of the workers in your rush and nearly knocked everybody to the ground.
“What’s happened?”
“It was that ghost, I’m telling you.”
“We warned her, boss.”
You cleared your throat and straightened up, making eye contact with each man individually. “There is no ghost,” you said. “Only a squatter who I shall deal with using police force if needed. However, I do believe any construction will have to wait because I saw an excessive spread of black mold within the house.”
They all spoke amongst themselves, discussing options. You glanced back to the house and allowed your attention to find its way to the bedroom window. Though fleeting, a masked face peered out at you from within.
Eyeless Jack
In many ways, what happened that night was your boss’ fault.
Having just finished working a double shift that ended at almost 1 in the morning, you were exhausted upon returning home. You walked past the neighbouring apartment with only one thought on your mind – sleep.
It was then that you heard a thump coming from within the house, followed shortly by a muffled scream.
Tired, you had to pause to register what was happening and, by the time your brain caught up, your heart was in full-on panic mode. You slowly reached into your pocket and dialed the emergency number as slowly as you dared, whispering into the phone and being reassured that a police presence would be arriving shortly.
Your neighbour was a young man though, just out of rehab and beginning to make his way through life. The longer you stood and waited for the police, the guiltier you felt.
So you reached into the pot plant and pulled out his spare key. After a short while of building yourself up, you unlocked the door and crept inside.
It was dark with the outside world shrouded via heavy curtains. You could barely make your way through the unfamiliar apartment and you didn’t dare turn on the light. Damn, you were extremely tired.
Part of your brain suggested that you had imagined the whole thing. It was a byproduct of a sleep-addled mind or something. That would be embarrassing to explain to the police and to your neighbour. Would you get charged for breaking and entering or could you blame it on your tiredness?
Your doubts didn’t get much further than that because somebody grabbed you from within the room.
A horrible iron-filled scent attacked your senses as you took in the bedroom. It looked like your neighbour was tied to the bed though he wasn’t moving. Somebody stood behind you, their breathing heavy and their grip strong.
They pushed your wrist closer to your back, preventing you from wriggling free of their grip. A blade, small and yet sharp, pressed against the side of your throat.
“Trying to play the hero, are we?” snarled a voice. “Have you called the cops?”
The blade pressed against your skin and you quickly spat out a yes.
“Probably right before you came in, if not earlier… I’d have enough time to kill you but then you’d be an absolute waste. Nowhere to stash a body around here and they’d comb the entire area if you were missing…”
“I didn’t mean –“
You were shoved forward before you had a chance to react. In the dark, you couldn’t make anything out and you hit the wall unexpectedly. Now, far enough away, you turned and tried to make out the face of your assailant. He melded in with the shadows and you ran your fingers along the wall until you found a light switch.
The lights flickered on and you gasped.
He wore a dark blue mask, a black ooze dripping from the eye sockets and onto his hoodie. There was no reaction to the lights. Not even a blink.
“Don’t you want to beg for your life?” he asked. “The other one pleaded nearly constantly until I shut him up.”
“You killed him…”
“He isn’t dead, just unconscious,” the man scoffed. “I try to avoid killing them, if I’m able to.”
“The police will be here soon,” you warned.
“Oh I know. That’s the only reason that I’m leaving this very minute.” He made his way over to the window, never turning to stop facing you. The bedroom window slipped open without a sound and he began climbing out. “I’d keep my doors locked if I was you. Plenty of unsavory characters live in these parts.”
And just like that, he was gone.
Glitchy Red
Your younger cousin squealed excitedly, holding the game to her chest in joy. “I love it so much!” she said. “I can’t believe I used to think Pokémon was for babies. At first when the music randomly cut out, I did think it was super weird but I’ve gotten used to it now.”
“I don’t think it’s meant to do that,” you chuckled. “But cheap versions, you know?”
It was good to see that your last-minute gift hadn’t gone to waste. You had been worried that the present’s fun would be lost on your video game-hating cousin but she had actually decided to give the game a shot. Now you had somebody in the family to speak to which was extraordinarily exciting.
“What are you meant to say to Red when he asks you whether or not he’s a joke?” she aske unexpectedly. “I know that if you say no, he goes away, and I’ve been too scared to try the other option.”
You frowned. “I don’t actually remember that part of the game.”
“Really? But it happens so often.”
When she realised that you really hadn’t encountered anything like that in the game before, she told you to wait a minute and came back with her game.
“There was one around here,” she said, loading in. “Just give me a second and I’ll find it.”
You stayed much later than you had originally intended to that night. The two of you played through a lot of the game, waiting for the moment when Red would break the fourth wall and demand to know about your opinions on him.
It never came.
The game ran incredibly smoothly. It was quite odd. There weren’t any hiccups along the way nor horror-style glitches. The music didn’t even cut off which was apparently rare accourding to your cousin.
After a while, she sighed and handed it to you. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why it’s not breaking. I’ll go make us some food.”
You continued playing while she was gone, enjoying the memories that came with the game. It was as fun as you remembered until about five minutes after she left. The music just shut off unexpectedly and, no matter what you did, it refused to come back at all. Any other sound effects worked fine though.
“So you’re just programed to break when only one person’s in the room?” you joked.
Perhaps that was a bad choice.
Unexpectedly, a loud static erupted from the console, so ear-aching that it felt like your ears began to bleed. The game took on a horrible red tint and Red appeared on the screen, a dialogue box appearing beneath his blackened form.
AM I A JOKE TO YOU?
Horrified, you immediately shut down the game and threw the cartridge as far away from you as possible. You raced at full speed into the kitchen, nearly knocking several things over along the way.
“You have got to throw that game,” you wheezed.
“What? Why?” she asked.
“There is something really fucked up with that game…” you said. “That thing with Red is absolutely not meant to happen. It felt like he was staring into my soul. You have to throw it out the moment you can. I will buy you another one but do not keep that.”
“Oh, alright,” she said, seemingly confused but nowhere as shaken as you were.
A faint static came from the living room, sending shivers down your spine.
Hobo Heart
Tears flowed down your face despite your best attempts to remain composed. “I’ve known for a while now,” you managed to say.
Your ex-boyfriend seemed shocked, though not entirely upset about your admission. “How long –“
“Since last week,” you said. “Though I’ve heard it’s been going on for considerably longer.”
He shifted his weight and took a deep breath. You recognised this behavior from the past, already hearing the words you knew were coming. The apologies and the false regret, the promises about not doing it again, and then the eventual guilt-tripping. If you heard the latter, you weren’t sure your resolve would hold.
“Goodbye,” you said firmly.
“Wait!”
You ignored the calls, making your way home at a steady place. A few people offered you concerned looks so you rubbed away the tears and took a few deep breaths.
Several months of your life had been completely wasted. You had put so much time and energy into a person who didn’t care one ounce about you.
Just great.
You turned onto your street and made your way to the house across from your own. The woman who lived there was always busy and she only came home to feed her dog before disappearing again. Thankfully, she trusted you to spend time with Bruno.
Bruno came racing over to the gate and jumped up for head scratches. He was a beautiful Afghan Hound with a dark coat and bright eyes.
“At least I know that you’ll always be by my side,” you said, running his fingers through the dog’s fur.
A tear slipped out and you quickly rubbed it away. You dug around in your bag and took out a couple treats, offering him.
A second bark brought your attention to the street.
Standing there, a small white dog with a scruffy coat stared up at you. It looked friendly enough and, after cautiously checking it out, you crouched down and gave it a treat.
“Hello,” you cooed. You gave the pup a few scratches and smiled. “How are you doing, hm? No collar? But you must have an owner because your coat is all groomed and soft. Did you get out or slip your leash?”
You looked around the streets to see if anybody. Nobody jumped out so you gave the dog another treat and brought it into the garden with Bruno to protect it from cars.
The two barked and played with little issue and you messages friends and family about the events of the day.
It was about half an hour later when the air was starting to get chilly. You stood and the small scruffy dog began barking excitedly. Its tail whipped through the air and it jumped up against the fence. A man wearing a white hoodie was standing down the street. You glanced at the dog, scooped it up and made your way to where he was.
“Excuse me,” you said. “I think that I found your dog.”
He turned to look at you and you startled slightly at his rather unusual face paint. A white skull was painted onto his face, similar to something you would see at a college convention.
He glanced down at the happy dog and sighed. “So that’s where he got to.”
“I’m sorry if you were looking for him. I took him off the street to protect him from any cars or anything.”
“It’s fine. He always shows up eventually,” the guy said. “You can just put him down. He’ll follow me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
Then he turned and started walking away. You hurriedly put the dog down and it immediately bounded after him, falling into step directly beside him. They disappeared around a corner and you returned to your own house.
The day had gotten much warmer suddenly.
#creepypasta#scenarios#ben drowned x y/n#bloody painter#clockwork#dr smiley#eyeless jack x reader#hobo heart#dark link
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🥺 that mike lange story. But also those tags #sid loooves christmas #he loves giving presents #looks good in red #piles on the pounds fast #post hockey career as santa 😂😂👌🏽👌🏽
he loves his mementos and presents and is COMMITTED to them. scrapbooking. matching jackets. little pills with hidden motivational messages~*~ his love language is gifts and neck smooches and stalking geno. relevant right now are some anecdotes i sent a friend earlier this year for dorky sid gifts fic fodder:
1. Crosby's constant thoughtfulness would be impressive from anyone, much less someone of his stature.
"Sid always texts me happy birthday, he's always asking me like, how's Russia?" Evgeni Malkin said. "We talk and message all summer. He asks me how my skates are. He knows, like, everything. He follows my Instagram, I think (laughs)."
In addition to having a handle on those little details, Crosby is constantly providing those around him with memories and mementos. If the team is on the road and goes, say, sightseeing or to a sporting event and takes a group photo, Crosby will later send a framed copy to everyone.
When Ron Hextall and Brian Burke watched their first Penguins game in person, Crosby is the one who approached head equipment manager Dana Heinze and asked for two used game pucks to give to the new GM and president of hockey ops.
After the Penguins won in 2009, Crosby had jackets made for the three players on the team who had scored a Cup-clinching goal in Game 7: Talbot (Pittsburgh), Ruslan Fedotenko (Tampa Bay) and Mike Rupp (New Jersey).
"They were blue jackets with gold buttons, and each one had a patch on it that said 'GWG Game 7,'" Talbot said. "At one of our first team meals the next season, he presented us with the jackets and did a big ceremony with the music and stuff. We had a private room in the restaurant. I still have the jacket."
-The Consummate Teammate, Captain and Ambassador, Feb 2021
2. Merz: My first interaction with Sid was when we were on the bench, guys were talking about a teammate, and the first thing this 15-year-old says is, “Hey, guys. Let’s keep everything positive. Don’t talk about your teammates that way.”
Salcido: When we were getting ready for nationals, he found these little pills that you could put a hidden message inside. They unscrewed, and inside was a tiny scroll. He gave one to every teammate. … He had everyone fill one out. He didn’t tell anyone what to write, but he made it known that we all knew what the goal was: winning nationals. So we wrote on our scrolls, rolled them up and put them in the pill thing. We kept them with us everywhere we went.
-‘Is this real?’: Stories of Sidney Crosby’s year at a Minnesota prep school, May 2020
3. On “Butterfly Boy” Jonathan Pitre:
Though the Senators are his team, Sidney Crosby has always been Jonny’s favourite player. After the TSN documentary airs, Tina gets a call from the Penguins. Sid needs Jonny’s measurements. He wants to have a suit made for him by his personal tailor, Domenico Vacca.
“It’s the kindest, sweetest gesture,” Tina says. “Sid heard that Jonny went to a lot of games, so he wants him to look like he’s one of the guys.”
“I want him to feel like a pro,” Crosby says. “Here’s a guy who is going through something so painful, and his first thought is always, ‘How can I help others?’ When I was young, I’d watch on TV the players coming to the rink in their suits. That was a cool part of being an NHL player. I want him to feel that, to make it as real as possible for him.”
Tina tries to discreetly measure Jonny while she’s changing his dressings. But he’s way too smart for that.
“Um, Mom, why are you measuring me? Am I going for surgery again?” he asks.
“No, no!” Tina replies, trying to reassure him and come up with a good lie, all in the same breath. “The doctor needs them just to make sure they have proper dressings next time you are in.”
A few weeks later, the sharp navy blue suit shows up at their front door, along with a couple of ties, an autographed stick and a handwritten letter from Sid.
“His eyes just light up,” Tina says. “Jonny always liked to be well-dressed, and he just loves having his own suit. It fits perfectly. He looks so good in it.”
-Beauties by James Duthie (2020)
4. Pascal Dupuis inspired his Pittsburgh Penguins teammates on their run to the Stanley Cup, and Sidney Crosby found a special way of driving that message home.
Dupuis retired in December with lingering health concerns because of blood clots. Despite his NHL playing days coming to an end, the veteran forward remained an integral part of the Penguins and was in uniform to hoist the Cup after Pittsburgh's six-game win against the San Jose Sharks in the Stanley Cup Final.
On Sunday, Dupuis brought the Cup home one last time as a player to share a special day with his family, friends and hometown fans.
"Yes, it does feel bittersweet a little bit," Dupuis said. "You get the Cup, you want to celebrate. But at the same time I got a gift by the mail [Saturday]. Basically, it's a book of all the pictures of all the good stuff we went through. It came from Nova Scotia, so you guys can figure out who it came from (Crosby), but he couldn't give it to me during the season, he saw me skating a little bit.
"And he sent it [Saturday], before my day with the Cup, so he knew what he was doing to get me right here," Dupuis said, putting his fist over his heart.
-Pascal Dupuis shares Stanley Cup with family, friends, Aug 2016
5. In 2011, Crosby was out of the lineup with a concussion, and the Penguins made their annual visit to Children’s Hospital.
Crosby got along so well with one boy there and was so touched that he later asked Bullano to go back... just the two of them, no cameras, no attention.
When Bullano and Crosby met for the follow-up visit, Crosby appeared clutching a pair of Toys “R” Us bags, filled with a Transformer toy the two had discussed.
“He literally bought every type of this toy they make,” Bullano said. “[Crosby] had never seen it before and thought it was so cool.
“There are no pictures of this. There’s no video. He was laying in the bed with the kid. They were just playing. We were there for over two hours. I got to know the mom really well because we were just sitting there.
“The kid had no idea. Didn’t expect it. They had no idea he was coming. We got there and he said, ‘Hey buddy. hope you don’t mind that I came back.’ The kid couldn’t believe it.
“[Crosby’s] crazy cool about stuff like that.”
What’s crazy is trying to recount the many times stuff like this has happened with Crosby:
• The Little Penguins Learn to Play program has been around for nine seasons, outfitting now 1,200 kids with free head-to-toe hockey equipment. Not only does Crosby serve as the face of the program — which the NHL has now adopted — but he helps fund it, too.
“There’s an awareness of what a person in his position can bring,” Penguins vice president of communications Tom McMillan said. “I think he activates that as much as anybody I’ve seen during his playing career.”
• After a recent practice, Crosby noticed a local family in the Penguins dressing room, approached them, introduced himself, learned their story and wound up giving them a signed stick.
Nobody asked Crosby to do that, and he wanted zero credit when discussing it a couple days later.
“For people who have the opportunity to come in here, people dealing with certain things, if you can brighten their day a bit or spend some time with them, it’s something that’s special for all of us,” Crosby said.
• A few years ago, through a team charity event, Crosby befriended a 4-year-old Amish boy with cancer. Crosby remarked to Bullano how much he loved talking to the boy because of how engaging the boy was and how he wasn’t consumed with technology. Crosby even tried to visit the boy but learned he had passed away.
• He learns the first and last names of the kids who attend his hockey school in Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia.
“Two kids came from Japan its first year,” Bullano recalled. “He was so blown away by that. He couldn’t wait to meet them.”
• Earlier this season, the Penguins welcomed Grant Chupinka, 24-year-old cancer patient, into the dressing room. Crosby chatted up Grant and his parents, Steve and Kim.
He spent his usual time — about two or three times the requirement. Gave the tour. Then found out the Chupinkas didn’t have tickets for that night’s game and decided he would pay for them to go.
“I’m sure he could just give them an autographed puck or something, but he takes his time to go out and see them and talk to them and get to know them,” Brian Dumoulin said. “It speaks volumes for him and who he is as a person.”
Spend any length of time with Crosby during his visits with those less fortunate, and a few things become obvious.
One, Crosby is really good at these. Smooth but not in a slimy way. Sweet. You know how when you’re around someone talking and they go out of their way to make eye contact with everyone around? That’s Crosby.
He’s also humble, always introducing himself like those he’s meeting don’t already know. Holding a hand is no issue. And Crosby is the rare 20-something pro athlete without kids who acts every bit like he does.
“It is not an easy situation to talk to someone with terminal cancer,” McMillan said. “A lot of people couldn’t do that. He has an amazing ability to do that and make that person feel good.”
Crosby has welcomed several Make-a-Wish kids and tries, if at all possible, to schedule such events for practice days — to maximize the time he’s able to spend.
He’s developed a special friendship with Patrick McIlvain, a soldier who nearly died when he took a bullet to the head in Afghanistan. McIlvain actually does physical therapy with one of Crosby’s sticks.
A former club hockey player at Cal U, McIlvain comes by every year, and the Penguins don’t even bother to tell Crosby. Either he already knows or immediately stops what he’s doing to come say hello.
“He’s not doing it to leave a legacy,” said Terry Kalna, Penguins vice president of sales and broadcasting. “His numbers leave the legacy. He’s just a down-to-Earth, good guy.”
Before a visit, Crosby has Bullano email him what is essentially a scouting report on who he’s going to meet. He likes to learn about them, their situation and what they’ve been through. As much information as he can ingest. Crosby never just swoops in, shake a hand and leave.
“As much as anyone has ever seen, he accepts the responsibilities of being not just a professional athlete but a star professional athlete,” McMillan said. “He views it as part of the job. Like coming to the morning skate. That’s just what you do.”
Put another way, “he owns those moments,” says Kalna.
Said Bullano, “He’s just a good human being.”
-When it comes to giving, Sidney Crosby does as much as he can, Feb 2017
6. When Crosby received a generous signing bonus on his Reebok deal, he wanted to share it with everyone.
“He gave everyone on the bus gifts,” says Oceanic radio commentator Michel Germain. “Him sharing his bonus with all the people he’d been travelling with for two years, that impresses me greatly. I think the most important thing about Sidney Crosby is his personality and the kind of human being he is. What he exuded. The inner richness he’d already developed.”
-Superstitious and generous, Dec 2006
7. also this simply because it makes me ;w;
Even in defeat — no, especially in defeat — Sidney Crosby proved why he wears the "C" for the Penguins.
After the game, with his heart sinking and his season over, the Penguins’ captain bent over, sank to the ice to pick up the puck, took it to linesman Tony Sericolo and then skated to his team’s handshake line.
I immediately thought of a View from Ice Level I’d written on Crosby making sure a retiring official was sent away from PPG Paints Arena properly. I knew picking up the puck wasn’t for the same reason that was, but I also knew, in some way, it was connected to Crosby’s awareness and respect of the game.
“It was for the Islanders,” Crosby told me after the game, his eyes swollen from a first round exit – by way of a sweep to make it worse. He told me how the winning team always wanted the puck, and it was his way of providing it for the Islanders.
Crosby looked me right in the eye as he told me this, just as he did with every other member of the media to come to him after the loss.
I could tell from those swollen eyes and the way he sat at his stall, by himself with his hands folded as he stared blankly, that Sidney Crosby is much more used to being on the receiving end of a puck when a series ends than he is at retrieving it for the winning team.
That scene. His swollen eyes. Staying in the locker room until most had left – talking to anyone who needed him. Most of all, though, picking up the puck that prompted my question in the first place and making sure the right people got their piece of their own history.
It all adds up to one thing: In victory and in defeat, Crosby respects the game above all else – just as he’s always done.
-Even in defeat, Crosby shines, April 2019
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How Illumi, Hisoka, and Chrollo would react to their S/O in the hospital
Hi, anon! You are welcome to join my Discord Server if you are a fan of Hxh, Voltron, or both! I promise this is a safe environment! This is an interesting topic for sure! To the other anon(s), I am working on your request! This will contain both fluff and angst. I forgot to include Leorio in this, so I’ll include him in the next HxH post. You’ll have to forgive me, I have 2 more requests in my inbox and I am not feeling the best. I just got my second Covid shot and it is hurting like hell. Nevertheless, I encourage you all to get your shot if you can. I will be on this site one and off and I should be on it for real next week. I have run out of ideas to write and I began to think I was annoying people with my HxH content (no one said this I just assumed). This post has 1974 words. After these requests are finished, I plan on doing a character analysis for Leorio.
Anyway, let’s get into the post!
We’ll start with Hisoka this time.
Hisoka
In all honesty, this man has heard of a hospital (since he sends a lot of people to it after fights) but has never been in one.
The signs, floors, staircase numbers, and elevators all confuse him. He has only been in one once when he was a kid and has never been again.
He isn’t a social butterfly in this setting because this is a professional establishment and not a college party. Asking for directions takes quite a toll on him because of his established pride. You know guys act when they want to find a destination on their own and will go miles out of the way instead of just asking for direction.
He doesn’t talk to anyone; all he wants to do is find you and make sure you are alright.
He is the tallest person in the freight elevator. So tall that everyone at turns to look at him at once for at least 10 seconds and turn back around surprised.
“How tall is he,” one of the nurses ask.
“Tall enough to be my house!”
This annoys him. He takes out the Joker card and lays it against his thigh but realizes he cannot make any hasty decisions. His bloodlust was activated merely out of irritation and not by threat. You were on his mind and destroying these worthless humans wasn’t an option for today.
He approached the guest desk and waited for about 2 minutes before he was acknowledged.
“May I help you,” a smug receptionist asked. Wow, these people do not know who they’re talking to.
“I’m here to see y/n.”
“Y/n is in room 345. Go down the hall and to the right all the way down.”
This man nearly ran with a quickness! His jester shoes somehow made the floor shake as he ran.
You were awake, eating the horrible food the hospital provided and watching TV. It seemed like you were doing ok, but you had just been in a car accident. Your arms and right leg were still sore. It was so bad that you’d be fine with Hisoka carrying you everywhere.
When you two are alone in serious public places, he doesn’t play games or tricks. He is often portrayed as a ruthless man, but in settings like this, he places the jokes and games aside for later. When he enters your room, he is silent for 30 seconds. Much too long. He was shocked; he walked around your hospital bed, pulled up a chair, and stared at your cast. It had many names written on it.
“Yes, I am ok.”
“I apologize for not being there for you,” he began to say.
“Shh… it’s ok. This is life. It hurts like hell, but I’m a trooper!”
Admiring your cast and its multiple fonts of handwriting and messages, he grabbed a sharpie marker, wrote his name, with a heart and spade next to it. Surprisingly, his cursive was very neat and legible.
“I didn’t know you knew how to write in cursive! Why don’t you write me letters?”
“I see you every day and it hurts my hand.”
The doctor wouldn’t be in for another 1 ½ hours, so Hisoka used your thigh as a pillow as he took a nap. He had been up for countless nights thinking about you. He was screwing up so bad, Chrollo let him leave early.
“As soon as your better, we will fight again. I won’t go easy on you. You won’t be in the hospital but you get the jest.”
Illumi
Illumi isn’t the type of man to overreact in these types of situations. When you both agreed to date each other, you knew you all were tough cookies. You were aware of the dangers of dating an assassin and he knew about the dangers of dating a bounty hunter. People hated you both and you targeted.
One night you both were caught in a vulnerable state. While you both enjoyed chocolate milkshakes at a laid-back 1950’s styled diner, two men were previously thrown out for fighting. While your back was turned one of those men shot your arm, causing you to carelessly throw your body to the ground due to impact.
While everyone else was screaming, Illumi jumped to the ground and tied his hair tie around your arm to temporarily stop the bleeding.
“Illu, why does it feel cold in here,” you managed to breathe out.
His heart dropped to his stomach for the first time in history.
“Don’t say things like that!”
Illumi is already horrible at displaying emotions, but all he could do is frown in fear. Once the EMS came barling in, he demanded that he ride with you.
Illumi hadn’t experienced anything like this since Killua had been injured when he fell from a tree.
You and he were separated when you were rushed into surgery leaving him alone in the waiting room.
When Illumi is stressed and cannot properly display how he feels, he tends to act in “odd” ways.
He begins to furiously turn pages in magazines or bother the receptions every 2 minutes about the status of your surgery. When the woman finally says that you’re still alive, he tones it down a little.
Illumi is open to conforming advice from strangers; he has been receiving it secretly from strangers. Since Silva was busy abusing him, he often found comfort from “the streets”.
He has a bad habit of pacing back and forth and fidgeting in his seat while horrific images fill his mind. All he has seen is pain and even though he was used to it, he didn’t want you to go through it as well.
While sitting in his seat (finally!) and head in his lap, doubled over indescribable sorrow, a little girl walks up to him with her hands folded and a doll under her arms. Illumi feels her presence and looks up. The girl’s curly hair covered her endearing eyes and her smile is wide.
“They’ll be alright. I just know they will,” turning around returning to her mother, the girl said with confidence.
On cue, Illumi placed his hand over his heart, smiling just a little.
He walked quickly to your room once you were out of surgery.
His speed walk mimics one of a soldier; his left arm in since with his right leg. His shoes echoed throughout the hall.
As soon as he enters the room, he shuts the door harder than usual and gives you a tight embrace. This surprises you! You’re lucky if he lays his head on your shoulder!
Illumi had been working out lately. He wanted to beat you in the “squish the melon” contest. He is very competitive and even if he lost, that doesn’t hurt his ego. Not in the slightest. Since it was just the both of you alone, he bends down to hug you tight, so tight that your face is squished against his.
This behavior is only surprising because he usually doesn’t coddle you even when you get hurt, but this time he realized that you could have died from the gunshot wound.
After that he kissed your forehead and almost simultaneously the doctor barreled in just missing the sweet moment between you and your beau.
Chrollo
When Chrollo is holding meetings with the Phantom Troupe, he always appears to be neutral. That is very important. A leader has to show strength even through the worst/hurtful times of their lives.
Chrollo had gotten a call from Nobunaga that you had gotten hurt on a mission and had actually gotten captured by the enemy. Phinks was able to get you back but you suffered horrible injuries.
This is protocol; they do this for any of the members. The troupe was oblivious to the fact that you and Chrollo were dating. They thought you were here to replace Uvo.
In situations like this, he is calm on the outside but screaming on the inside. Common sense will tell you if you are startled by the news you’ve just received and you begin to drive, you could cause more harm on the way to your destination.
Chrollo is very silent; he doesn’t call to check on your status or anything; he would rather see it for himself.
You were a trooper! After all, you are dating a dangerous robber.
Chrollo already knew what room you were in so he just went.
“I knew I should have kept y/n by my side. Y/n insisted on doing my dirty work that they almost died! How foolish could I have been?” He constantly cursed himself for letting his guard down with you.
He always gave you room to think and complete your own tasks but he can’t help his protective nature; one he has for the troupe but times 10.
His childhood friends had been shot by law enforcers, his home was horrific, and the last thing he needed was for you to be gone. You were keeping him afloat in society.
When he opened the door, Phinks was sitting in a chair, one leg over the other, laughing at a TikTok video.
Nobunaga on the other hand was watching the world news and seemed invested that he didn’t hear Chrollo enter the room. Once they both saw, they stood to their feet.
“Y/n is ok boss. They suffered a few cuts and burns, but they're breathing.”
Chrollo’s straight face remained as he stared at you.
Chrollo’s silence is something the troupe has internalized as a sign of anger, rage, or both. When he didn’t speak and just stared, everyone knew that their next mission was going to be a brutal one.
Chrollo is a man that isn’t afraid to express how he feels. He could cry right now if he wanted to and no one would dare laugh at him or insult him. After all, Nobunaga cried when he realized Uvo was dead.
Nobunaga and Phinks excused themselves as they saw him place his hand over his mouth.
Once the door closed, He pulled up the chair, grabbed your hand, and gently squeezed it. His warmth woke you up instantly and you turned your head. You winced in pain causing Chrollo to jump from his seat, moving to your right side so you wouldn’t turn your head too much.
“I’m glad you're alive, darling. What were you doing putting yourself in danger? Feitan could have handled the beast!”
He isn’t trying to doubt your ability to fight, he’s just concerned for your safety. Even so, why would he insist that you join the spiders?
A tear dropped from his face as he silently kissed your hand three times. You smiled warmly and placed your right left hand on top of his.
“I am fine, boss. You need not worry. I’m a trooper, remember?”
He placed your hand against his dry cheek and continued to kiss it. You were his lifeline and he wanted to spend every moment with you.
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sleeping beauty
— You struggle to find a time to have sex with your beloved Aizawa. Unfortunately or fortunately, the only time you can fuck him is when he’s deep asleep.
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pairing: aizawa shouta x yandere fem!reader
warnings: 18+, smut, pwp, yandere!reader, non-con somnophilia, hairy aizawa rights, recording
word count: 4,201
a/n: mark ur calendar, im getting my nipples pierced nov 8. you bet ur ass imma write a bunch of nipple pierced readers from there on out. pray that my family never finds out about my nipples tho LMAO if they do,,, it;ll be ripped out of my boobies without a seconds hesitation
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Aizawa was always busy.
Over the past ten years of knowing him, the two of you had been close. You were a good friend to him, someone he wouldn’t absolutely avoid at all costs when you walked through the hallways of UA, someone he wouldn’t mind rambling to him about their long day. Of course, you knew that you weren’t his closest friend, and to a certain degree, that upset you.
You had met Aizawa when you had first been a high school student; at the time, you were merely fifteen years old. He was twenty, only five years older than you, but he took your breath away from the first team-up. He had been tall, dark, and brooding, and your little coming out of an emo phase heart stood no chance. But, due to the age discrepancy, he was never anything more than a team member. Still, you held on.
You graduated from high school, made your impact as a sidekick, graduated to a Pro Hero, and offered a job at UA by the time you were twenty! So, for the past five years, you and Aizawa had been actual co-workers, and better yet, friends.
Aizawa indeed was one of a kind.
He still held the key to your emo school girl fantasy daydream, but you also discovered new sides and angles of him. You learned he was incredibly kind, thoughtful, and looked out for everyone, even if his gruff and sometimes rude mannerisms spoke otherwise. Although he tried to avoid any type of nonsensical drama like the plague, he was always caught up in it, which often amused you.
There was so much about Aizawa that you loved, so much that you adored and looked up to that it was no surprise that you figured your feelings of respect and admiration became love.
True, deep love.
As a third-year teacher at UA, you found that your interactions with Aizawa were quite limited. Not only because he was always being placed with a first-year class and said class moving on without him — something that only happened because he kept expelling the damn students — but because he was incredibly close with the first-year teachers.
You loved Present Mic and Midnight and All Might, don’t get it wrong! Your admiration, love, and respect for them were unprecedented, but you hated how much of Aizawa’s time they took.
“Sorry, Mic needs help with lesson plans for my class,” Aizawa apologized for postponing your lunch date, not a date.
“Sorry, Midnight needs help separating the problem children. Apparently, they’re growing an immunity to her quirk,” Aizawa grumbled, shoving his phone into his pocket before leaving your office where you both had been talking and drinking tea.
“Sorry, All Might—”
“It the class, your problem children, I get it,” you force a smile onto your face, trying not to show just how irritated and disappointed you were on how these days were going. Aizawa pauses for a second, his tired, dried out eyes trying to read and uncover the depths of emotions swimming in your eyes before he sighs and runs off.
But it went without saying that the people you hated most were Class 1-A.
The damn stupid, fucking, ungrateful class had already caused your beloved Aizawa to be hospitalized. The scar under his eye, a numbing reminder that you had nearly lost him, almost had to cry at his coffin with your feelings never once being uttered. They, without a doubt, took up his time the most.
He saw potential in all of them, none of them being failed or expelled by him thus far.
He spent countless hours up in the dead of night tracking each and every one of his student’s potential. Slaving away at his tablets to make sure that they all were feeling safe, heroic, and above all, they were headed to their individual greatness. So, although it would be two more years before you would have the opportunity to teach this class, you already had a vendetta against Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki. Those little shits always taking up your precious Aizawa’s time! He had never been this tired prior to them showing up!
But you never tried to think about it when you were with him.
You tried to openly accept your Aizawa’s new, incredibly busy schedule, and the moment the dorms appeared within UA, you found yourself more at ease.
To be frank, since you acknowledged your love for Aizawa at the mere age of twenty, and now at twenty-five, you had never taken on a lover or a one night stand. For years you had not allowed a person to grace you in bed or in their arms. It felt like you were betraying your love, and you would rather die than let that happen.
But the thing is, you are human, entirely susceptible to waves of uncontrolled horniness and lust.
In the beginning, sex toys worked.
You would press a vibrator to your clit, your toes digging into the mattress as your other hand shoved a silicone dildo into your aching, needy cunt. At first, it worked! You would cum with the thoughts of Aizawa being the dildo buried deep within you.
But eventually, you would find yourself at the peak of that orgasm, you knew the orgasm was right beyond the bend, just a step more, but you couldn’t get there. For weeks you realized that the vibrator, the dildo, and your fantasy thoughts weren’t enough. So, in your frustration, you began to search up audio plays of his narration at UA Sports Festival. Listening to his voice, ignoring Mics’ voice, to help coax you over that bend.
For a while, you were back to normal. Your highs and juices splattering all over your bed, a symbol of your lust and love for Aizawa as you gasped his name, wishing that the audio was real. But eventually, even the audios weren’t enough.
You craved Aizawa’s warmth, the feeling of his rough stubble against your sensitive skin, the throbbing of his cock buried deep within your womb, undoubtedly kissing your cervix. You wanted him; you needed your beloved.
As if by the grace of God, the moment you could no longer bring yourself to cum through that alone, the dorm system was put into place. And you, a teacher, were required to live on campus too. You tried not to think of Aizawa being a dorm away, tried not to feel the warmth fluttering under your skin when the two of you bid goodnight for the day.
You definitely tried to stay out of his room in the middle of the night.
God, you wish you could say that you stayed out of his room, but that would be a lie.
A big fat fucking lie.
It had started out innocently enough, you will claim.
You would see the exhausted man wave goodnight, grumbling that he needed to sleep now or else he would not wake up on time for homeroom tomorrow morning. You waved goodnight to him, trying to stay engrossed in a conversation you were having with Hound Dog. But an hour after Aizawa had gone to bed, you found yourself rushing away from the common room, explaining you had something to grade as you bid everyone goodnight.
Without a doubt, you ended up in Aizawa’s room that night.
In the darkness of the night, you watched the moonlight barely breach the thickness of his curtains to fall onto his face. You felt so warm as you stared at his slumbered face, your cheeks flushed as you watched his parted, chapped lips. You felt so light watching his chest rise and fall in a hypnotizing rhythm, reminding you that he is real, so very, very real. A part of you aching, knowing that he was entirely real and yet not yours. But still, you admired the way he looked so young, so intense, so ethereal as he dreamed.
You loved him.
Eventually, when you decided to leave, you pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling at the way his lips were exactly as you had imagined:
Supple, warm, and tasting of his mint toothpaste.
But the nightly visits didn’t stop there.
Most nights, you found yourself in his room, laying by his side, merely watching as he slept. No orgasm in the world felt quite as fulfilling as the quiet that came with just watching the over-exhausted Aizawa sleep.
But this is not a story of simple love, no, not at all.
Eventually, you began to grow bold. Your fingers sinking into your wet cunt, playing with your sensitive clit as you watched him sleep. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning as a rasped breath expelled from his mouth. You nuzzled into the warmth of his body heat through at you and only prayed he would one day acknowledge and return your affections.
To be quite honest, you’re not sure when you began to suck him off too.
Maybe it was the first time his cock grew long and hard in the middle of the night, his mind undoubtedly having a wet dream. So, as his beloved, you only thought it was appropriate to give his body what he wanted. With the skills and intentions that could only arise from being a gifted Pro Hero, you pulled the blankets from his body and pushed his cock through the slit in his boxers, and took him all in your mouth.
His cock was absolutely mouthwatering too.
So big, so thick, so incredibly veiny that you nearly lost all control the first time you saw it in all its glory. He was better than any dildo you owned, his scent alone driving you crazy. And so, as you should, you began to fuck him, completely addicted to his aroma, taste, and touch.
After the first night, you continued to blow him. Continued to suck him off as Aizawa let out sleepy moans, grunts that were strained, his body shifting unknowingly as you continued to go up and down his length, continuing to relieve him of his stress.
But you were human.
A human with needs and desires, and eventually, his cum coating your throat and filling your stomach wasn’t enough anymore. Which is where we find ourselves now, unashamedly fucking Aizawa each and every night, your cunt swallowing him whole, without a single shred of doubt of what was wrong with this.
There wasn’t anything wrong with this, and you knew that even if he was asleep the entire time you fucked him, it was for the better.
“Wow, Eraser!” Mic yelled from your side as you sat on the couch next to your beloved best friend. “You look like you’re glowing!”
Looking up from your phone, attempting to portray yourself as curious and unknowing, you found your gaze falling onto Aizawa, who had returned from an early evening training session with his class. As a matter of fact, Aizawa’s face was glowing; he looked incredibly much more relaxed, much more than he has been since the beginning of this semester.
“What do you mean?” Aizawa asked, evidently unimpressed as a lone eyebrow raised.
You watched on quietly, lips pressing to your cup as you took a drink of your tea as he sank onto a seat in front of you.
“Wait, don’t tell me, listeners!” Mic gasped dramatically, his hands pressing to his cheeks as he stood up. His expression of shock and disbelief curling and becoming one of knowing and understanding. “Does our grouchy, one and only, Aizawa Shouta, a.k.a. Eraserhead, have a special someone?!”
“Mic—” Aizawa snapped, his eyebrows furrowing.
“There definitely has been an after-sex glow that Eraser has had for the past few weeks. He did say that he’s been feeling more… ahem, relaxed,” Midnight gasped, seemingly appearing from nowhere, incredibly interested in the rumor of Aizawa having sex.
“Just because I’ve been feeling less tense doesn’t mean that I’m having sex.”
You giggled into your cup as the three of them began arguing, Mic and Midnights naturally loud noise quickly drowning out Aizawa’s fruitless attempts to shut down any sexscapades they were coming up with.
“Y/h/n, what do you think?!” Mic yelled, his hand pointed at you as if holding a microphone as Aizawa had him pressed and tangled within his capturing weapon. “Is Shouta-chan having sex?!”
Yes, your mind begs to say, but your mouth curls into a teasing smile, eyes locking onto Aizawa’s annoyed golden ones.
“I don’t think there’s anyone on this earth that Aizawa currently wants to fuck six feet into the mattress when he’s so busy,” you chide, your smile never entirely disappearing. At the same time, you take a long slow drink from your cup while everyone else (Mic only, really) continued to scream.
But you stayed there for the rest of the evening, working in silence with the rest of the group as next week’s lessons were laid out. Through a persistent, entirely stubborn will, Mic managed to get Aizawa to admit that he hasn’t had sex since the time he lost his virginity, to which Mic admitted to having had sex via orgies only. Midnight proudly announcing that she had a side piece at her disposal.
So as you checked through your lesson plans for the ethics book your students would be reading next week, you shouldn’t have been surprised to see their expectant gazes on you.
“I had sex last night,” you admit, unable to lie under their amused gazes.
“WITH WHO?! ARE YOU SNEAKING SOMEONE ON CAMPUS?!”
For the rest of the night, you smiled brightly, laughing with the rest of them all as talks and stories revolving around sex filled the air. It lasted until past midnight, and with a heavy sigh, Aizawa excused himself first. You waved goodnight, and soon Midnight left, followed by Mic.
You stayed on the couch, your own attention focused heavily on the time and not what you were supposed to be doing. It didn’t take much before the time faded from 00:00 to 01:45, and with a brush of your skirt, you headed precisely where you wanted and needed to be.
The walk to his second-floor room filled you with lust. Your body, like some Pavlovian dog, trained and knowing that you were about to fuck the love of your life while he slept. He was so beautiful while he slept, a true sleeping beauty. You especially thought he was stunning when he bit his lower lip, stifling a moan despite his heavy slumber.
Without so much as a second thought, you apparated into his room, your feet cushioned by the soft carpet of his room. And with a smile that was dripping with your love, you stared at Aizawa’s sleeping form. He was already deep in sleep, his body positioned on his back as if he knew what you were doing, accepting the inevitable actions you would take tonight as you did every night. He just looked so calm, so beautiful, so youthful when asleep. The scar under his eye almost invisible
But unlike most nights where he slept in a soft cotton long-sleeved shirt and sweats, you froze at the sight of the tight black t-shirt on his sleeping form, the shorts that were riding just the slightest bit too low on his sturdy, muscled hips. Your bit your fist, a bubbling heat of lust, and a whine tickling the back of your throat as you take in his sleeping form.
He was doing this on purpose.
Teasing you with this outfit on his sleeping body.
You huffed, inexplicably turned on as the small puffs of air past his lips seemed to thunder around the room.
You were wet already, so very wet.
“You’re so mean, Shouta-kun,” you whimper softly, your voice silent and unheard by his sleeping form. You walk closer to the bed, lips pulled into a pout as you sit on the soft mattress. “Dressing up like that, I know you did that to tease me!”
Aizawa doesn’t respond because, of course, he’s asleep. But you smile regardless, imagining a million and three things he would say in response, each leading to what you wanted to do so desperately.
“I hope you know you were lying when you said you haven’t had sex since you were twenty,” you sigh, your fingers expertly removing his shorts and boxers from around his waist, using your quirk to make them reappear to the side of him. “We have sex practically every night; you’re so horny, my angel.”
You watch with a curling smile as his cock immediately begins to stiffen against your warm breaths, his face scrunching in his slight discomfort as his cock grows and grows. His cock is undeniably one of your favorite parts of his body. It’s pale in color, paler than the rest of his body, but as it extended to the swollen thickness of his head, it grew darker, the flushed brown pinkness of his head making you salivate at the memory of the first time you ever saw it. His cock, unlike the rest of his scarred body, was unharmed, unmarred by the horrors of the job the two of you held. The thick, beautiful smoothness of his skin, making your eyes flutter in unadulterated lust, his cock a symbol of your pure, unmarked love for him. You hum, hand grasping his length and lazily stroking him as your head tilts, reading his sleeping features for any sign of him enjoying this as much as you do.
“Aww, Shouta-kun, I wish you knew I fuck you. I bet you would turn bright red, knowing that I ride you every night. Maybe you’d use that weapon of yours to teach me a lesson or two,” you mumble, your hand gripping his cock harder as you stroke him.
A small glistening drop appears at the slit of his dick, and you shiver in excitement; he was already leaking pre-cum.
“Look at you, already ready to have my cunt wrapped around that big cock of yours,” you mewl, absolutely ready to mount him, prepared to have his sleeping form cum deep within you. You stand up, removing your shorts and panties, and climbing onto the bed.
With the balance of a pro, you get yourself hovering over him, your already wet cunt shivering with the expectance of having him deep within you. Your hand on his cock never once stopping as you tease yourself against his swollen head, your voice a pathetic whimper as your slick mixes with his clear pre-cum.
“S-See how embarrassing you are!” you huff, rutting his length between his folds, lubing him up for the initial entrance because, by god, it still hurt. “Making my pussy so wet! I’m practically dripping all over you!”
There’s only a soft breath from his lips, but you grin as if he was speaking to you.
“You want me too, huh?” you giggle, and without further adieu, you sink against him.
His cock entering your tight cunt was still as mind-numbing as the first time. His cock easily buries into the small, thin wall of your cervix, and you tremble as his length stretches and pulls at your throbbing core. You can feel every curve in his cock, every vein, every gentle throb.
“Glad t-to know you find me… nnghh… find me i-irresistible,” you pant, face flushed with your desire to adjust quickly around him.
The conversation from tonight had made you entirely weak in the knees and hot at your core, knowing that you were the only one to really have claimed Aizawa, the only one who would ever know how his sleeping body craved you as much as you desired him.
You give a tentative swirl of your hips, your eyes trained on Aizawa’s relaxed ones, testing to see how tired and sleepy he was. There was no reaction, no movement outside of the typical grunt at the back of his throat. It was a noise he always made when you first moved with him, a noise that quickly seared in the back of your memory forever.
Shifting your weight to be more comfortable on your knees, your hot hands fall onto his tight chest, and with a sigh of pure relief, you begin to fuck him.
Your straddling aided the deep penetration, allowing for the gentle kiss of the tip of his leaking cock to your thin cervix wall. You clenched tightly around him, unable to keep yourself from doing so as you rode him, the feeling of his throbbing member within you absolutely breathing taking as you placed your claim on him again, again, and again.
Aizawa was fully sheathed within you, and your fingers twisted and pulled at the tight fabric of his shirt, raising it up so that you could admire his taut, tense abdomen, mewling at the way he’s happy trail was thick and bushy. You wondered how he would react to your fingers threading through his body hair, if he would love it; if he would hate it.
“I want you to know how much I love you, how much I would give everything to you!” you whimper, your head fighting the instinct to throw itself back as you begin to drop onto his still cock faster and faster. “I wish you knew that you fuck me so good, Shouta-kun; I need you to know that! But you won’t even look at me! You won’t spare me a single second of your busy day, so that’s why I have to fuck you at night!”
Tears of both pleasure and hurt well into your eyes; you sniffle as you fuck him faster, dropping onto his awaiting cock with more significant, more aggressive slaps. The sounds echo throughout the room, the musky, sweet smell of your sexes is the only thing keeping you sane — that and the grunting noises that Aizawa keeps emitting, it makes your toes curl and belly flutter in a funny way.
“I bet you’ll fuck me so good once I get you to love me! You’ll never stop fucking me, you’ll never want to leave me because only I know how to fuck you correctly!” you snap, anger and lust licking through your tone, making your eyebrows furrow and your walls to clench even tighter around him. The building tension in your stomach is like a fire, and you can feel your high coming. “But you fuck me so good, baby, so good and you’re not even awake!”
And for the first time, you watch in electrifying pleasure as a low, husky, raspy moan leaves his throat as you fucked him. The sound alone was something downright pornographic to you, and the whine that spills from your mouth is nearly inaudible with the pitch it vibrates at. So without so much as a second thought, a bubbling smile spreads on your face, and you continue on, energy and excitement doubled in your joy.
Your hips roll, rise, and fall against his with growing force and speed. The small creaks of the mattress completely ignored by you as the throbbing and twitching of his cock buried deep within you keeps you pushing for more. The heat and pressure in your belly grow exponentially, festering and burning until you can feel yourself at the tipping point until you can’t do anything but focus on Aizawa and only Aizawa, or else you would scream his name in your euphoria.
The veins on his cock and the overall girth of his length send your mind spinning, not at all helping your predicament, and in a last-ditch effort to keep yourself from crying so loudly you would wake up even the dead, you lean forward. Your sweaty body leaning down to his parted chapped lips as you kiss him to keep yourself silent as your orgasm crashes through you in a blissful wave. Your body spasms almost uncontrollably, the nerves and firing axons through your body uncontrollable as you lay there, allowing for Aizawa to cum before you leave. You shudder at the feeling of his cum emptying out within you, his cock immediately softening as you lay there on top of him. His heart racing with his orgasm, and you sigh contentedly.
“God, I love you so much, Aizawa Shouta; I’ll make you mine one day,” you swear, your nose nuzzling his stubbled cheek.
You lay there for some time, enjoying the way he feels in you, content with the pooling cum from your still spasming cunt. But eventually, you pull away. You pull on your panties and shorts quickly, not wanting a single drop more of his cum to seep out of you. Unable to help yourself, you lick the leftover cum on his cock clean with your tongue before wiping him down with a towel to prevent the smell from clinging.
Your eyes study Aizawa’s face just before you leave, and your smile.
He really does look less tired after orgasming.
But the entire time you were there — the whole night you fucked him and spoke to him — you missed the red blinking light of the camera recording in the corner of the room.
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humph; han seojun (pt 5)
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story: frenemies to enemies to lovers, high school au
synopsis: seojun and you have known each other since kindergarten. you’re neighbors and even attended the same singing and piano classes. despite knowing each other for such a long time, you don’t enjoy spending time with seojun. even though you are aware of his unfairness, you keep spending time with him. when will you finally leave your childhood frenemy?
note: this is the last part of the series! i’m thankful for everyone who liked, commented and shared this fanfiction it really means a lot to me! through this series i gained many followers, i never imagined that this would get so many likes! again, hope you enjoy the last part and stay tuned for many other fictions hehe. humph! is a story inspired by pentagon’s “humph! / 접근금지”. originally, this is a seungyeon fanfiction, which i posted on my wattpad. words: ~4k
words cannot describe your current feelings. all you can say is that everything feels unreal and odd. indeed, you’re no longer able to focus on your work. all because of that night. all because of stupidly drunk han seojun.
why did you have to pick him up? why didn’t you just call someone else? thanks to his actions, you feel emotionally confused. not to mention, you are frightened to go to school.
can you imagine how awkward it’s going to be if seojun remembers the night? without doubt, your heart would get broken because you just know he’s going to apologize for kissing you. he’ll tell you it happened because he was drunk and definitely not because he feels anything for you.
memories from that night fill your head and it’s the only thing you can think of for the rest of the weekend.
not until your mother forces you to visit the han’s with her. no wonder you refuse to go, han seojun kissed you! of course, neither your mother nor your brother understand your panicked actions when you drop on your knees, hiding your face in your palms dramatically. both of them end up dragging you to the han’s, ignoring your annoying whines.
seojun’s mum greets you with excitement when you eventually arrive at their front door. stepping in with your trembling body, you look around in paranoia, checking if seojun’s home. while doing so, you fail to notice juyeong giving you a side glance with narrowed eyes.
you: chorong please pick me up from seojun’s house
quickly you type your friend a text message before entering the living room, where gowoon waves at you happily.
kim chorong: you’re at seojun’s?!
kim chorong: can i guess what you’re doing ;)
your phone rings two times in a row, making all eyes land on you. laughing it off, you put your phone on mute before typing chorong a reply.
you: ew no please just save me from here okay?
the conversation between the mums continue and suddenly your brother asks if seojun is home. gowoon replies that he probably got out of the shower just now, which puts you in a panicked situation.
i need to get outta here
but like always, the universes loves playing with you right on time because the next thing you see is seojun walking out of his room, dressed in jeans and a hoodie, hand ruffling his wet hair. trying your best not to make eye contact, your gaze darts around the whole room.
after greeting your mother and juyeong, seojun’s eyes land on your awkward figure. no longer able to avoid his gaze, you look right back at seojun, cheeks turning into a red color. you can’t do anything but blink since you’re extremely nervous. if he does remember everything from that night, you want to get swallowed by the floor beneath you. if he doesn’t, you certainly will try your best to remain calm and unsuspicious.
“do you have a moment?”, without waiting for too long seojun grabs your wrist after putting the towel away.
“f-for what?” you manage to speak as your panicked posture suddenly stiffens.
“science project.”, the boy comes up with an average excuse while trying to ignore the surprised looks everyone is giving him as he practically drags you to his own room.
what if he knows?!
from all the heart racing, you’re sure that you’ll end up in the hospital one day. it technically pounds heavily in your chest when you’re head is going through every possible answer you could give seojun when he asks you about the kiss.
after pulling you into his room, seojun closes the door behind you before pushing your body against it. in only seconds, his palm presses against it, right next to your face. it reminds you of the time when he questioned you about his motorcycle keys in the hallways. thankfully, his face isn’t as close as back then. you’re pretty sure, you would’ve fainted by now.
“so what about the science project, haha?” words finally leave your mouth when you realize seojun isn’t going to say anything but stare at your flustered face.
“about that...”, seojun mutters in a quiet tone as he leans in slowly. the only thing you can do is avoid his gaze while gulping, thinking that he probably remembers the kiss. yet, when he doesn’t stop getting closer, lips almost touching yours, you push him away in a swift move, eyes wide in shock,
“what the hell!”
han seojun doesn’t seem surprised. he only scratches his neck, eyes darting around his room before finally landing on your panicked figure,
“i had to do an experiment.”
“w-what experiment? are you kidding me?”
more confused than ever, you question with a flushed face. however, seojun sighs to reveal his exhaustiveness, hands hiding his face before rubbing his brow to ward off his headache,
“i- something happened friday night and i can’t stop thinking about it.”
acting like you don’t know what happened, you continue to look at him with confusion.
“i drank a little bit too much and can’t really remember anything except for one detail- but apparently someone came to pick me up and brought me home. i asked the worker who it was and he told me it was my neighbor.”
when seojun trails off and shakes his head with furrowed eyebrows you hold yourself back from letting out a relieved sigh.
he doesn’t know it was you. it’s like all the worries leave your body before the boy starts talking again,
“isn’t that weird? i mean why would my neighbor come to get me, it’s not like i’m close to any of them. also, which neighor? he said it was a girl around your height with y/h/c hair. the only neighbor that comes to my mind is lee minji but there’s no chance i could have kissed her.”
“you did what?”, although knowing exactly what he did, your eyes widden in horror when you notice that he remembers the kiss but not the person. seojun realizes what he just said and tries to explain everything in a rushed tone,
“look, i don’t know why i did it. i was drunk! besides that, i’m not even sure if it was her, or anyone! what if it’s just a false memory? or a dream?”
the young boy feels like he needs to justify himself to you when he catches glimpse of the worry hiding in your eyes. han seojun doesn’t want you to think that he would kiss anyone just like that. in fact, he wouldn’t want to kiss anyone but you.
but that’s not what you’re thinking at the moment. the only thing you can focus on is seojun’s statement leaving his mouth a few seconds ago: “i was drunk!”
of course, he was. how could you even have the smallest hope that he kissed you because he wanted to? ashamed of your expectations, you clear your throat and look away, playing with the rings on your fingers.
“oh man, that sucks!”, you chuckle falsely, “don’t worry about it too much. it could happen to anyone, you know?”
“i think about it day and night, thought.”, seojun rubs his neck, eyes fixed on the carpet on the floor.
“why? was it that special for you?”, laughing you push his shoulder playfully.
unexpectedly, seojun looks up to meet your eyes and blinks,
“it was.”
your heart drops. your body freezes on spot. your eyes stare into his.
hearing this shocked you, why was it special to him? without doubt, it was special to you too. precisely, you remember his soft lips on yours, warm touch on your face.
breaking the stare, you shake your head and look around, “just forget about it.”
after a short silence, your eyes finally land on something certain on seojun’s desk. taking a few steps closer, you are able to take a closer look at the item. picking up the polaroid picture, you smile at the photo of you sleeping on seojun’s shoulder in the bus. your arm was wrapped around his torso, his look fixed on you.
“where did you get this?”, turning around with the picture still in your hands, you show it to seojun with a happy face.
“o-oh that? the others took it while you were sleeping.”
“i didn’t know you had this.”
“yeah, i kinda just forgot hahahaha.”
“sure you did!”, suddenly kim chorong bursts into the room with a teasing smile,
“i’m here, y/n. but it seems like you don’t need me anymore.”
“why are you here?”, seojun frowns.
“she told me to come! it’s not always about you.”, sticking out this tongue, your friend shrugs and lets himself fall on seojun’s bed,
“what are we doing today? how about noraebang?”
_
brushing his fingers over the multiple lipsticks, seojun’s eyes focus on a certain pink one. hesitantly, he picks it up to take a closer look before putting it back to its place.
“do they have strawberry ones?”, he asks his sister who looks for something specific. gowoon asked his brother if they could go to the mall together, since she’s been getting into make up these days and therefore needs more products.
“what?”
“like strawberry lip balms.”
“why do you need one?” she laughs at her brother who seems a little unsure.
“just because!” seojun tries to hide everything when he notices his sister making fun of him.
when she eventually shows him the lip balms and he’s able to smell all of them, seojun gives up. the boy went through several lip balms but couldn’t find the right one. maybe he should just give up looking for signs.
“why is everyone so obsessed with them? y/n owns plenty of them, it‘s insane.“
juyeong, who happened to tag along with gowoon and seojun, lets out a sigh as he watches the older boy.
“she does?“, suddenly seojun is interested in something that juyeong says.
“absolutely. you can ask her, you know?“
“i should ask her as well! she seems to like make up!“, gowoon smiles excitedly.
although juyeong is aware of his sister‘s lack of skills in make up, he still nods almost to quickly,
“definitely, you should! you can come to our house since she‘s always home anyway.“
seojun no longer listens to the younger‘s conversation, but instead thinks about what juyeong said earlier.
_
running to get in class on time has become a regular thing for you. once again, your legs move in super speed in the empty hallways as you hold tight on your heavy books. not even realizing your open backpack hanging on your right shoulder, you struggle to breathe normally.
you become interested in your untied shoes while running and suddenly bump into someone else, because you didn’t look ahead.
in a swift move the person steadies you to keep you from falling. still, your backpack drops from your shoulder and causes all of your belongings to drop on the floor.
too distracted from the mess that got created, you quickly kneel down to collect your books and folders,
“shoot!” you mutter, extremely stressed from the fact that you’re losing more time.
“running late again, zombie?”
you realize it’s han seojun when he bends down to help you pick up your stuff. after collecting some of your folders and books, his eyes focus on a certain lip balm placed next to your foot. instantly he reaches for it with a frown, your books still in his other hand.
completely stressed out, you rapidly stuff all of your supplies into your backpack and fail to notice seojun observing every small detail of your lip balm. as you finally look up, you take your books away from seojun’s grip and hold them in your hands instead of putting them back in, so that you can save some time,
“thank you.”, before you can leave seojun stands in front of you, holding your strawberry lip balm. after smelling it, he raises his eyebrows at you,
“is this yours?”
“oh, yes! thanks.” unaware of his thoughts, you take the item from his hand with a smile and put it into the pocket of your blazer.
and then seojun just stands there, watching you sprint to your next class.
he’s about to lose his mind.
_
patting his skin dry with a towel after washing it with cold water, seojun’s gaze darts around the school’s gym. his eyes look for you in the big hall filled with students, who came to watch the basketball game. the young boy is sure to have seen you sitting in the first row with lee suho during the game. however, it seems like you are nowhere to be seen. did you maybe leave with lee suho?
frustrated and tired at the same time, seojun approaches his friend kim chorong only seconds after the game,
“do you know where y/n is?”
“y/n? i’m not quite sure. she was here during the whole game, thought.”, chorong shrugs with a small pout forming on his lips.
“how did she leave so fast?”, seojun sighs annoyed before someone suddenly hits his back forcefully,
“if you’re looking for y/n, she just left with lee suho.”, sua tries to hide her teasing smile.
“with lee suho? why? where did they go?”
“she told me she lost her bracelet and wanted to find it.”, sua crosses her arms,
“they’re probably looking in the hallways or something.”
hearing that, seojun instantly drops his bag and runs out of the gym hall, ignoring his friend’s calls.
“yah, where are you going? we’re gonna celebrate your win!”, kim chorong yells only to turn to sua after seojun is out of his sight. they both share a smile before high fiving,
“good job.”
“taehoon just called me. suho left y/n. she’s alone in the hallways, looking for that bracelet.”
“as expected, cupid team never fails.”
_
seojun slows down when he turns the next corner. finally reaching the hallway of the third floor, his steps echo in the empty area. it’s dark outside and many students already left the building right after the end of the basketball game, leaving only seojun and you in the dark hallway of the third floor.
eventually the young boy spots you near your classroom, searching for your bracelet with worried eyes. he notices how you run your hand through your hair, upset that you lost something so important. seojun hides behind the wall, still questioning if he should approach you. strangely, suho is not around which makes him question everything.
while thinking about leaving, seojun’s eyes land on a specific item placed right next to the plant on his right side. surprised, he picks up the flower bracelet, which he gifted you after he apologized on the last day of the school trip, and stares at it for a short while.
hesitantly, seojun finally steps out and approaches you with a more relaxed figure.
letting out a yelp, you turn around in a swift move when you feel two hands placing on your shoulders. with widen eyes you face han seojun standing only a few inches away from you. pressing a palm on your chest, you sigh in relief,
“you scared me. again.”
“looking for this?”, ignoring your annoyed eyes, he swings your bracelet in his right hand.
“how- where did you find it? i was looking everywhere!”, quickly you snatch it away from him to place it around your wrist tightly, making sure it won’t slip out this time.
“is it so important that you spend hours searching in this building?” seojun rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, “you should go home now. it’s really late.”
“yes. it is important to me.” you mutter and glare at the boy in front of you before thanking him.
after that, suddenly silence takes over the room. you are too busy adjusting the bracelet on your wrist, while seojun only watches you with a curious gaze. he seems to be lost in his own thoughts.
it’s true that he’s seen you wear it every single day.
he’s also certain about the smell of your strawberry lip balm. seojun is a little bit angry at himself, for remembering every small detail of the kiss, but not the face of the person he shared it with. maybe he’s just tricking himself about it. maybe it is actually you, who he kissed that night.
thinking of the only way to find out, the boy interrupts the long silence as he puts his hand into the pocket of your blazer, taking out the specific strawberry lip balm. you’re more than surprised and freeze on spot when he places the tip of the container on your bottom lip and applies it on your lips.
absolutely taken aback, you fail to notice seojun taking a few steps closer to you, his body almost attached to yours now. it doesn’t take him long to lift up your chin, enabling your eyes to meet his. they look into yours with so much intensity that your cheeks start glowing from the heat. once again, your heart pounds aggressively in your chest as the young boy nears his face to yours. from all your experiences till now, you feel the most nervous now. not to mention, confused from his sudden actions. (*insert “i’m the mood for dancing” by yuju*)
last time he was drunk and didn’t know what he was doing.
now he’s completely aware of his actions.
instantly you close your eyes shut, waiting impatiently for his lips to touch yours. both of you have been longing feel this feeling again, never able to get rid of the memory from friday night. seojun tilts his head slightly before finally placing his lips on your soft ones.
and in the exact moment, when he tastes the strawberry flavor on your lips, his heart speeds up, his hands hold your warm face, he knows it’s you. he realizes that it was you, who picked him up and you, who he kissed with so much emotion.
firmly you grip onto seojun’s t-shirt when your knees feel weak. as a result the boy only smiles against your lips before his hands move from your face to your waist, pulling you to his body. running one hand up and down your waist, he continues moving his lips against yours.
before you have the chance to move yours arms to wrap them around his neck, seojun slowly pulls away. you open your eyes to see him licking his bottom lip with a small smile. somehow you’re unable to meet his eyes when he lets out a chuckle,
“thought i wouldn’t find out sooner or later?”
“h-how did you know it was me?”, you whisper, grip still tight on his shirt.
“strawberry taste.”
his simple answer surprises you, “oh, right...”
seojun caresses your face in his hands as he notices your shy tone to make you look at him,
“why didn’t you just tell me?”
“i thought you didn’t mean it since you were extremely drunk.”
“ah, y/n. you haven’t changed at all, have you?”
hearing seojun suddenly laugh makes you even more confused,
“what do you mean?”
“you’re always so oblivious about everything like my feelings towards you.” seojun smiles at you adoringly and pushes a few strands of hair behind your ear.
“you-”
“i like you, y/n. have been the whole time.”
“you were always mean to me, how was i supposed to know?”, slighlty pouting, you push his shoulder playfully.
“you’re right and i’m sorry about that. i was so focused on hiding my feelings that i didn’t realize i was hurting you. i didn’t want you to think that i liked you.”
“you succeeded.”
“yeah,” seojun scratches his neck while looking into your eyes, “still haven’t gotten an answer from you, y/n.”
taking his hand, you rub the back of it before kissing his right cheek,
“i like you too, seojun.”
seojun melts. he feels his happiest and his cheeks turn into the shade of a tomato.
“look at us. who would’ve thought?”, you laugh at his shyness.
“not me.”, seojun smiles before pulling you in for another kiss.
_
the cold hair hits your face as you sit on a swing while seojun pushes you. swinging your feet with a big smile on your face, you glance behind your shoulder quickly to see seojun looking at you with adoring eyes.
“higher!”, you scream, catching the kids’ attention on the playground for a short second.
therefore, your boyfriend pushes you with more force as he tries to hide his amused grin, “as you wish, my highness. but you’re scaring the kids away, don’t you think?”
“feels like we’re kids again.”, you remember your childhood moments with seojun.
“enough for now. when is it my turn?”, seojun pouts playfully, still pushing you on the swings.
“i said ten minutes not five, seojun.”
both of you laugh hysterically at your remark before he firmly grips on the chain of the swing, making it stop abruptly. before you can turn around to look at him with a frown, your boyfriend places a kiss on your left cheek, causing them to turn into a shade of bright pink.
“i love you.”
“i love you too, seojunnie.”
that’s all seojun needs to hear before pushing you on the swing again, heart melting in his chest.
and in the end of the day he knows that you’ll always be there for him. and you know that he’ll be right there too.
_
the end!
this is the last part of the series “humph; han seojun”. firstly, i hope you liked the ending and the story in total. secondly, i wrote this story because i noticed that there aren’t many han seojun fics! i thank everyone for giving me all the love that i don’t deserve. thirdly, please stay tuned for more fanfictions! be aware that i’m open for requests, feedback and everything nice. love you and stay safe,
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Hypnovember Day 30!: Hospital
Hypno Hospital was Jenna’s favorite guilty pleasure. She and her friends gathered in her dorm room every day at 2:00pm to eat popcorn and bask in its ridiculous splendor. Jenna had never gotten into a soap opera before- she wouldn’t have considered herself the type- but something about Hypno Hospital’s happy campiness just charmed her. It was the perfect brain break between classes.
Jenna and her group of nursing school classmates discussed the show constantly. Would Monica’s twin sister be able to use her NLP skills to replace her and seduce her fiancé Dr Blom? Was Tabitha’s witch curse real or were the Dupree clan just responding to suggestion? Would the space octopus use its’ mind control powers to convince Dr Yalom to kick his adderral addiction? Were they doing ANOTHER amnesia plot line this season? AGAIN?
Sure, if you REALLY thought about it, there were only about 5 plot line variations on the show that just repeated themselves over and over. But- those tropes almost made the show more fun. First of all, it made for excellent drinking games. Also, Jenna and her friends could talk endlessly about the variations. Who did the “turned into a bimbo” plot line best? Dr Beck and Dr Yung? Nurse Tasha and PA Brad? The last season had a pretty hot variation, Jenna thought, when Nurse Lisa hypnotized a whole harem of sexy himbofied orderlies. That was obvious fan service, of course, but no one seemed to mind.
(Jenna didn’t QUITE have the guts to subscribe to Hypno Hospital After Dark on her parents’ credit card to see the rest of those himbofication scenes. That would lead to too many questions. She certainly thought about it though.)
On the day she won the contest, Jenna had snuck a wine cooler into the dorm. Her resulting happy buzz was the only reason she had taken her friend’s bet to call in on the contest phone number that appeared on the screen after the show. She had been a bit intoxicated, sure, but her fangirl brain had no trouble answering the operator’s Hypno Hospital trivia questions. Before she knew it, she had won a free flight to LA and a trip to visit the set. She gave the operator her information, maintaining composure until she could get off the phone and squee loudly with her friends.
A week later, she flew to LAX. A black limousine was there to sweep her from the airport directly to the set.
(“Don’t I get to go to the hotel first?” she had asked from the backseat.
“Your bags will be taken there, ma’am” said the limo driver. He rolled up the divider, neatly cutting off any of her follow up questions.)
Jenna had never been on a set tour before. She wasn’t sure what to expect. However, she was definitely surprised when they pulled up to what looked like an actual, real life hospital.
A woman with a clipboard met her at the limo door.
“Jenna Hernandez?” she asked.
“That’s me,” Jenna replied, feeling a bit nervous.
The woman gave her a small, business- like smile.
“Great,” she said. She handed her a massive stack of papers. “Sign these where they’re marked,” She gave her a pen.
Jenna began to read and sign but the legaleze was nearly indecipherable to her. The writing was really small as well. She squinted.
The woman beside her politely coughed. Jenna got the strong impression that she was annoying her. She signed the papers quickly. It was probably all standard consent stuff anyway.
Next, The woman ushered her to a trailer outside the hospital. A sign on the door said “Director”.
Jenna felt her anticipation rise. She was about the meet the show’s director!
This was VERY exciting! The internet was abuzz with gossip about who the Hypno Hospital director may be. There was a name on the credits, sure, but- everyone knew it was a pseudonym.
She took a moment to fix her plane-rumpled clothes.
She walked inside.
Inside, at a large desk, she was surprised to see her favorite show actor Tom Marcos. He played the charming and hypnotic Dr Mark Mesmer on the show.
He was also, apparently, the show’s director.
Jenna was momentarily stunned into silence by this revelation.
Dr. Mesmer (Tom, she reminded herself) stood up and offered to shake her hand. He was even more gorgeous in person.
Jenna blanked out for a second mid-handshake (must be nerves! she thought) and found herself sitting in a chair across from Dr…..er….Tom.
“Welcome, Jenna!” he said, warmly. “Thank you so much for wanting to visit us on set! I hear you’re a big fan!”
Jenna took a moment before responding. “Oh- yes! Yes I am! I’m so excited to see how your show is filmed! Also- are you ok signing pictures? I can’t wait to give some to my friends!”
Tom laughed. “We can get to all of that later. First I want to learn more about you! I hear you’re in nursing school?”
Jenna blushed and smiled. “Why- yes! Yes I am!”
“That’s wonderful,” said the actor. “Maybe I should call you NURSE Jenna, huh?”
“Oh- ha!” said Jenna, laughing shyly. “Yeah, maybe.”
“Wonderful,” he said. “So- Jenna- what questions do you have about the show?
“Well,” she said, collecting herself. “I was surprised to find that it’s filmed in an actual hospital. I assumed you would be on a soundstage. Is everything filmed here?”
“What an insightful question!” Tom said. “Tell me nurse Jenna- have you ever heard of cinema vérité?”
That sounded familiar. “I think so?” she said.
“Ah,” he responded. “How about method acting?”
Jenna nodded her head yes. She knew what that was.
She noticed that Tom nodded too. “Excellent. So on our set, we utilize method acting to help the actors concentrate and sell the concepts we’re dealing with on the show. You’re a big fan- right- so you probably know what a big sale that can be.” He chuckled at himself.
Jenna laughed and chuckled along. Of course- everyone knew hypnosis like on Hypno Hospital didn’t exist.
Tom continued, “But Jenna- we have to MAKE those ideas real for our show to work- even if only inside our own heads. That’s extremely important to understand when you go on set. We don’t use actor names- only character names. And our actors stay in character the whole time they’re here. It helps with their internal process. They learn to ignore the cameras and the lights and just live inside their characters.”
Huh- that was interesting, Jenna thought. She’d never considered it before, but the acting on Hypno Hospital did tend to be a little better than in other soaps. Maybe this was why?
Tom concluded. “So when we go to set today, don’t be surprised if people ignore you. They’re not being rude- they’ve just been instructed to stay in character. And you’re not someone their character knows yet. Got it?”
Jenna guessed so.
“Great, “ said Tom. “Also- I have one more surprise for you!”
“What?” asked Jenna.
From under his desk, Tom pulled out a white garment. Jenna looked closer. It looked like one of the sexy nurse outfits from the show. There was even a little embroidered name tag on the top pocket that said “Nurse Jenna”.
“Oh!” said Jenna. “Thank you so much! Err…how did you know my size?”
“We measured you while you were out,” said Tom dismissively. “Try it on!”
“You…” Jenna’s brain seemed to skip a beat. What was she thinking about again?
Oh right, the nurse outfit!
She took off her clothes and changed into the costume. It was..snug.
Tom directed her to the mirror in the corner. “You look very beautiful in that, nurse Jenna. Have you ever considered acting?”
She admired herself in the mirror. She normally didn’t consider herself attractive but..something about these lights and Tom’s words helped her see the attractive side of herself. She smiled.
“No, just nursing,” she replied, responding to his earlier question.
“Ah, of course,” said Tom. “Of course you’re a nurse. Perfect. Well- let’s get on set!”
Jenna followed Tom out.
Tom took her on a tour of some of the different hospital rooms. They walked through the ER, the lab, the nursing station, the brainwashing chamber. They were quiet throughout as the show was in the middle of shooting. As promised, actors who were not currently shooting were deep in concentration, not acknowledging her at all.
Jenna was beginning to understand how one could concentrate so deeply. After hearing a few whispered “ignore the cameras” from Tom, she found it increasingly easy to see past them. It was almost as if they weren’t there.
Finally, they ended up in Dr Mesmer’s office.
“And he we are!” said Tom.
Jenna looked around. It was amazing! The spiral and the pocket watch and the metronome were all there, just like on the show.
“Wow!” she said.
“Impressed?” he asked.
“Yes, Tom” she replied.
He gave her a look.
She laughed, “I mean, yes Dr. Mesmer.”
“Wonderful, nurse Jenna!” he beamed “And do you remember what happens in here?”
“Yes, “ she giggled. “Dr Mesmer hypnotizes people here.”
“That’s right,” he said, his voice smoothing out a little, “I hypnotize people here. You’ve seen that so many times, haven’t you?”
Something inside Jenna shifted, as if cued. “Yes,” she said.
“That’s right,” he smiled. “Sitting there watching, focusing all of your attention on me. Listening to my voice going low. That hypnotizes people, doesn’t it?”
Jenna blinked. There was a bright light shining on her somewhere. It was disorienting. She nodded.
“It’s so easy to be hypnotized like that,” he said. “When you’re listening and focusing. You need to concentrate so often, don’t you nurse Jenna? You’re so good at that. Concentrating on learning, concentrating on me. It must be nice, though, to be able to watch me and let your mind rest a while. To decompress. To let your thoughts go loose. Isn’t that nice?”
What? Oh, he was saying it was nice. Jenna agreed.
She was feeling like pretty spacey.
She could use some rest.
He fixed her with a stare. His hypnotic stare, she remembered.
“It’s so easy to relax here. To take a break. To just watch and let things go fuzzy and blank. Isn’t that right, nurse Jenna?”
She felt herself nod, dreamily.
“To go blank and fuzzy. And it can be so easy to remember to forget and forget to remember exactly where you are and who you’re supposed to be because you don’t have your script yet but that’s OK. I’m here to direct you. I’ll tell you exactly where to go and what to do and what to think about and- that’s my job, isn’t it? As your medical director?”
She nodded again.
“Good girl,” he remarked. “And you don’t have to know anything but what I tell you now.”
His tone changed again. “Nurse Jenna,” he asked in a more normal voice. “Do you know where you are?”
Nurse Jenna shook her head. She snapped back to herself, feeling a bit more present. Where she was? No……
“You’re in the hospital,” said the doctor. “Do you know who I am?”
Everything was fuzzy in Jenna’s head but that was quite clear. “You’re Doctor Mesmer,” she responded. Her voice sounded like it came from a long way away.
“That’s right, Nurse Jenna. Do you remember why you’re here?”
Everything was fuzzy. Jenna was aware of cameras and lights in the room but she knew how to ignore them. She was alone with Dr Mesmer. Why was she here? Why did she come to his office? Was she giving report? Her mind was blank.
“Oh no, “ said Dr Mesmer, looking at her concerned. “Do you remember anything about earlier?”
Jenna nodded her head no. Her memory was blank.
Dr Mesmer gave her a serious look. “Nurse Jenna- I think you must have a case of amnesia.”
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A few weeks later-
Jenna’s friends were watching TV back in her old dorm room.
“Nurse Jenna- I think you must have a case of amnesia,” Dr Mesmer said on the screen.
A camera panned in on Jenna’s confused face.
The show then cut to commercial
The girls cheered. They had no clue that Jenna was an aspiring actress- or that she would get a chance to audition for the show- but she must have used her set visit as an opportunity to get cast! Sure- someone had taken her belongings off campus and she hadn’t been answering her emails. But that made sense. She was a star now! It must all be so overwhelming.
They spoke eagerly to each other about their friend’s new fortune during the commercial break. They were excited to see what her character did next.
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