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apollosgiftofprophecy · 3 months ago

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The Copollogism Essays - Part 3: Lester's Reaction

This is a short scene, but a powerful one in my opinion. Let's break it down :3

“His name is—” “Don’t, Meg,” Josephine warned. “—Commodus,” Meg continued, then frowned. “Why am I not supposed to say his name?” “He pays attention to such things,” I explained. “There’s no point in letting him know we are talking about—” Meg took a deep breath and yelled, “COMMODUS, COMMODUS, COMMODUS! COMMODE CITY, COMMODIANA. COMMODE DAY, MONTH OF COMMODES! COMMODE MAN!” The great hall shook as if the Waystation itself had taken offense. Emmie blanched. Up in their roost, the griffins clucked nervously. Josephine grumbled, “You shouldn’t have done that, hon.” Leo just shrugged. “Well, if Commode Man wasn’t watching this channel before, I think he is now.” “That’s dumb,” Meg said. “Don’t treat him like he’s so powerful. My stepfather—” Her voice caught. “He—he said Commodus is the weakest of the three. We can take him.” Her words struck me in the gut like one of Artemis’s blunted arrows. (And I can assure you, those hurt.) We can take him. The name of my old friend, shouted over and over. - The Dark Prophecy

Apollo calls Commodus his old friend. And while calling your lover your "friend" is usually gay-speak for significant other, in this case...it is referring to Commodus as a friend.

Because that was what they were- before they were even lovers, Apollo and Commodus were friends. Their relationship was that of friends-to-lovers (-to-enemies), and a tragic one at that.

Something small. But something so gut-wrenching too :')

Also amazing how even Apollo's carwreck of a relationship has platonic undertones. hello fandom of the aspecs we just keep winning <3

I staggered to my feet, gagging, my tongue trying to dislodge itself from my throat. “Whoa, Apollo.” Leo rushed to my side. “You okay?” “I—” Another dry retch. I staggered toward the nearest bathroom as a vision engulfed me…bringing me back to the day I committed murder. - The Dark Prophecy

This final line that ends the chapter has always struck me. It preludes to the assassination scene, but this is actually SO FACSINATING because the next chapter has this:

I KNOW WHAT YOU are thinking. But, Apollo! You are divine! You cannot commit murder. Any death you cause is the will of the gods and entirely beyond reproach. It would be an honor if you killed me! I like the way you think, good reader. It’s true I had laid waste to whole cities with my fiery arrows. I had inflicted countless plagues upon humanity. Once Artemis and I slew a family of twelve because their mama said something bad about our mama. The nerve! - The Dark Prophecy

Wait for it.

None of that did I consider murder.

These two lines combined paint SUCH a scene. Apollo at this point is still trying to convince us, the reader, how terrible of a person he is. That's why he's so blasé about the murder of Niobe's children.

That's why he's so distraught over murdering Commodus.

He tells us, straight-laced, that this act, this one act, was unjustifiable.

That is was more unforgiveable than slaughtering thousands of people.

But that's the kicker- we know it was wrong for Niobe's children to be killed, and we know it was right for Apollo to kill Commodus.

Apollo is trying to throw us off the trail. He's trying to make it look like he's okay with child murder/mass murder, but specifically him assassinating a tyrant is unforgiveable.

(hello, therapy? yeah i have a patient for you. yeah he's a piece of work but i have faith in him and also he's babygirl so. <3)

He's trying to be such a dichotomy we don't know what to do or say or think about him.

To bad for him, for the ToA fandom is quite good at catching his tells and slight of hand ;)

You ain't fooling us Apollo, just like you didn't fool Leo and Meg the very next day ;)

#ramblings of an oracle #copollo #the trials of apollo #trials of apollo #pjo apollo #toa apollo #pjo commodus #toa commodus #the dark prophecy #meg mccaffrey #the waystation #lester papadopoulos #toa #pjo hoo toa

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bowieandqueen11 · 1 year ago

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Fickle Bird / Izzy Hands Imagine

Request: Would you be willing to do another spicy Izzy hands x reader ? Loved your previous stories!!

Thank you so much!! I'm always happy to see how much people enjoying reading for Izzy :) Assigned babygirl by the fandom and I am here for it,

Warning: This is smutty as heck, so 18+ only please!!! Sexual biting, sexual allusions and strong language!

(I do not own OFMD or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @unwanted-animal.)

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Izzy Hands was becoming irritatingly querulous.

It had taken him far too many hours of laboriously hard work to finally pull you away from your crewmates. Every time you turned your head, he had been right there behind you. Doing his best to throw you sad eyes, hanging his head and ostentatiously ducking out of your line of vision as if he were plagued by tenebrous shrouds. He had tugged at your collar while Stede Bonnet's crew were idly mulling around, pretending to do their assigned chores on deck; he had done his best to subtly lead you away from Lucius, growing more and more irritated by each passing second you ignored his advances and continued your conversation.

He had wrapped his arms around your waist, jutting his chin into your shoulder as you did your best to shake him off and clear up your friend's dinner plates with Roach. Even though a sharp jab at his ribs got him to take a sheepish step back. running a glove through his hair to slick it back with an imperceptible look bored into the side of your cheek, you did your best to ignore the phantom chills of his stout fingers caressing carelessly over your stomach.

By the end of the night, he was two seconds away from hauling you over his shoulder and throwing the two of you into the ball room; as clouds steamed out of his ears, the visualisation of slamming the door shut with the heel of his boot and taking you right there and then, with stupid Lucius Spriggs being able to hear, was getting far too enticing.

Israel Hands had always been flighty. Impatient. Agitated, when it came to you. You had always known him to be: ever since your tenure on the great Captain Blackbeard's vessel almost five years ago now, Izzy had been protective over you and your relationship. Fear bore jealousy: a heart-breaking self-conscious disposition masked behind layers of seething hardness spawned only the animosity of Stede Bonnet's crew, and served to hinder his plans all the more.

As much as you did enjoy teasing the man, you knew that even he had his limit.

Which is how you found yourself nearly flown, well, more like catapulted to the other side of the beach during one of Bonnet's 'stupid fucking dilly-dallies around the poncy parts of Tangerine Cove', as your ever sweet significant other had put it. Before Buttons could even step foot on the shore: before Lucius could even settle down underneath a palm tree to sketch Black Pete, who had carefully positioned his near naked body to be splayed out against the foamy bubbles like a starfish, before Frenchie had even managed to haul the rest of Wee John's gunpowder out onto the strand, Izzy hand taken your hand tightly in his, his grip ready to pop your fingers like sea grapes.

You only laughed as the two of you ran, kicking sand across your feet as you scurried after him and towards an incredibly conspicuous, raggedy looking wall of orange lichen eaten stones placed as a make-shift border between the stretches of beach. Izzy didn't say a word. Instead he almost seemed to glide in front of you, as if beaks were pecking at his feet, threatening to perch upon a bough in his heart and thrum; he knew, if he couldn't make it behind these stones right now, his frail soul was about to snap under the weight of it all.

The intensity of his gaze as he helped you step over the ring was enough to take your breath away.

He sinks to his knees before you, wasting no time in knocking you to the scything sand; his hand splays out against your stomach and pushes you gruffly, until you've fallen onto your bottom and he has easy access to your legs. He whimpers as he hitches them up, frantically lining your ankles with wet kisses and hot, open-mouthed bruises as he wraps them around his neck. His hands are soft, so tender, yet they claw into your skin as he begins to knead the muscles of your calves. You can feel him inch closer and closer - his hands winding down your inner thighs until they're resting on your inner legs, thumbs tantalisingly close to stroking your panty line.

'Is this alright... sweetheart', he asks breathlessly, pressing his fingers down into the meat of your hips until his full weight his almost exclusively leaning against your stomach. He leans forward to nip against your mouth.

'Hmm- hmph', you jolt as you feel Izzy guide his hand further down towards your growing heat. 'Oh god yes. I swear, I was about to explode on that ship. As much as I appreciate the new company, especially with how cranky Edward has been recently, it's so hard between the two crews merging and escaping the English to find a moment alone.'

'Says the little tease. 'Oh Lucius, you're so funny, and I love your hair. And you're such a great drawer. You should draw me some time, and we should skip off into the sunset'-'

The back of his head is suddenly jolted up as you grasp onto the strands of hair near his crown. His mouth shudders at the feeling, opening and closing like a blubbering fish. Like a swallow caught in a trap. You graze your fingernails down to the nape of his neck apologetically, not before chiding him with a humoured 'jealousy has never suited you, Israel Hands. Now shut up and put that mouth to better use, before I go take Pete's place.'

He growls at you, baring his teeth, but you can tell by the way he gets straight to work that he takes your jesting as light-hearted. He lets the words wash over his head: right now, he was busy burying himself within you; his nose glides across the pulse point jittering through your neck, his eyes heavy and lidded as he barely breaths. Barely moves.

The little flirt. He was trying to get his own back.

He just rests there, just lets you shiver under the short pants that roll off his tongue and fan out across your collar bone, his teeth daring to dart out every so often and graze across the skin by your earlobe. His lips continue their ghostly ravishing, finally coming to a stop by cautiously hovering over your racing heartbeat.

You were getting far too impatient. The feel of your hands scrambling down to tug at his thigh holster would almost had made him laugh, if it hadn't been for the fortuitous brush of the side of your palm against his growing bulge.

But two can play at that game. You almost want to scream when he cocks his head up to throw you a shit-eating grin, before the flat part of his tongue licks out to swirl against the top of your left bosom.

'If you don't- hmph- if you don't stop, someone is going to catch u-oh-'. Your reprimands were astutely silenced by Izzy with a teasingly light stroke of his pointer and middle finger down the thin material covering your groin. He made sure to drag his thumb behind, digging in against the material a little harsher with it, until you could almost feel the rugged tip of his fingernail inside you.

'Oh, fuck off. If you're any louder, even the fucking sirens will start popping up to see what that... titillating sound is.'

If Izzy wasn't too busy running the flat edge of his tongue up the seam of your inner leg, you would have had half a mind to shove him off you right there and then.

'Stop complaining.'

He drags his thumb along his lips before popping it in his mouth, sucking at the leather. His eyes never leave yours as his teeth clench into the material, tugging it off and throwing it blindly behind his back. The feeling of the coarse pad being suddenly replaced by a warm, firm fingertip against the outside of your folds was enough to make you buck your hips up in wild euphoria.

This man. He was going to drive you absolutely mad.

'Even I didn't think you were such a squirmy little thing', he states with a calculated grin. 'Didn't take much for you to fall apart in front of me, now, did it? Never does though, to be fair.'

'Oh, you're one to talk. One more - mmph- one more sad look in my direction and I would have pinned you to the floor in front of Bonnet's crew. You're proper needy, aren't you? Couldn't- couldn't wait- couldn't stop begging-'

He was far too impertinent for your persiflage. God, how he had wanted this-how he had wanted you for far longer than his dogged soul was willing to admit. It had near driven him to that sweet, twilight chasm of madness: sent him tumbling over the edge until he was near plagued, near driven to his knees to beg for forgiveness for his loving sin at your placating shrine. He was almost about to burn with embarrassment, but Israel Hands was too far gone to care.

Instead, he swallows thickly before taking your hand, cupping it around his neck. Then he whimpers, and the two of you are really in it then.

'I would let you fucking wreck me, you know that?', he chokes out from behind gritted teeth, trying to stop the pulsating feeling aching in the pit of his stomach.

'Sweet man', you reach up to brush his cheek with your free hand, and he almost recoils at the touch. 'You're safe with me Iz. Always. You don't have to hide what you want.'

He cups his fingers over your own: he can barely stop them from contracting over your knuckles as he throws his head back to the heavens and closes his eyes in contentment. His body starts squirming then, the heat from your fingertips making every nerve ending down the back of his spine alight, and he can't help - doesn't want to stop the way he starts rocking his hips back and forth across your legs. The lust seems to be radiating off his glowing cheeks as he furrows his eyebrows in blissful agony.

He drags his free hand down your arm until he reaches the scabbard to the right of his stomach. You poke the inside of your lip with your tongue, watching the sharp edge slice across the air to be placed, with a precision only wrought with a extensive practice, to lay underneath the cold metal bravely guarding your chest. With a quick whip of his wrist, off your blouse went: the first button soared through the air without Izzy needing to even open his eyes. But as he peeked one open and saw the line of tantalising skin grow wider down your rising breast, all semblance of restrained self-mastery fled from his brain.

The rest were ripped open by a clenched glove. You were surprised none of the rest of the crew popped their heads up at the sound: the rip of cotton material being shredded straight across your jiggling bosoms, your buttons flying off like mini cannonballs being struck into the unsuspecting shifts of sand.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how your legs imperceptivity clenched together at the way he subconsciously wet his bottom lip, his nose scrunching up as he nearly snarled at the sight of the unhampered skin freed from your tight blouse.

He's voracious as he bites down like a starved stray and pierces the edge of your right breast with his front teeth. The faint sunlight blinds your eyes and makes you see pockets of stars as he begins sucking like his very soul depended on it, burying his head right in line with your sternum.

Wanting to return the favour, you let your free hands wander down. Hiking up the fringes of his shirt, you let your hands wander over the taut muscles of his abdomen, smiling to yourself as you feel goose bumps prick up to meet your cool palms. Izzy pants against your nipple, which in turn makes it harden as his hot breath breezes past. Giving you an idea, you run your hand up past the fine silver hairs of Izzy's happy trail, to experimentally roll the pad of your thumb over the man's left nipple.

What you weren't expecting, however, was for him to collapse on top of you.

The groan that muffled out past the fist he tried to shove into his mouth was inhuman. Was damn sinful. All he can do while he lets the overpowering rush of desire coarse through his veins is to quieten the sound with your awaiting lips; he's trembling against you, and so you reassure him with a languid massage of your tongue against his own. His hand tried to flail away as he finally feels you probe around his teeth, but you catch it easily, pressing it firmly against your fluttering heart. With a final tug, you finally manage to stumble your way through the loops of his trouser buttons.

His hips judder forward until he prods awkwardly against the bottom of your abdomen, leaving a slick wetness smeared against the buckle of your belt. He grimaces, a thin line of saliva glistening between you as he pulls his head back to look down at the disturbance. His nostrils flare as he buries his hands into two clefts in the rocks either side of your head, and does his best to try and control the painful contortions of his face. A low whistle still manages to catch in the back of his throat as he gazes down at the milky seepage he has left behind, running in smooth drips down your bellybutton and smearing it with each jolt of your desperate hips against his, further and further down against your hip line. The muscles in his face fall as if he were in a trance: as if he were a man possessed.

'I-I care for you. You know that.' He can barely meet your eye in fear that you'd be repulsed by the sweetness - by the fondness that has flooded through them, feeling the gilded shadows that veiled his sight begin to lift.

You reach up and let your pointer finger gingerly trace over the outline of the swallow tattoo inked into the side of his neck. 'I know. I love you too, Israel Hands.'

God, you were going to be the end of him. And if he weren't so blinded by it, he would have been more than satisfied to sink into the depths of oblivion with you seared into his irises: the last mirage, the last vision of a life he had could never have. Of a love he had not earnt.

But he was stubborn, and his talons refused to stop clinging onto hope.

It must have been quite a sight: the perched rocks quaking as something pounded sloppily against them, the cacophony of breathless, gasping whines as your clawed hand tried to reach back and hold desperately onto the sharp jags above your head.

'Should we... should we do something about that?', Roach asks, looking quizzically around at his friends and dropping the stick he had been chasing the Swede around with a moment before onto the beach.

Lucius, squints his eyes warily, and shakes his head in disgust. 'Nah. I'm leaving that one for the Captain to handle.'

'I think he's too busy getting his own, uh, stuff handled by Blackbeard', Jim pipes in, doing their best to hide their roguish smile as the sound of you screaming Izzy's name grew louder and louder, no matter how well you were trying to stifle it by shoving your mouth into his shoulder blade and biting down, and no matter how well Izzy was drowning it out with the harshness of his own grunts.

'Actually', Lucius thumps the end of his pencil against his chin and begins to grin menacingly. 'This might come in very useful. Looks like Dizzy Izzy, or should I say Izzy the Rasper won't be making poor old Lucius scrub anything else while he's on board.'

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3dayoldcoffee · 2 years ago

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I am plagued by visions of babygirl

#trigun #vash the stampede

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mielwriting · 1 month ago

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Natlan Archon Quest Act 1, 2 Reaction

Had to split it into multiple parts cause it's so long...

That empty expanse between Sumeru and Natlan that doesn’t have any people or wildlife is jarring. I only realized AFTER I got there that there was a teleport waypoint past all that that had automatically unlocked, but I couldn’t see it cause it was hidden by the archon quest symbol.

Can’t believe the Traveler and Paimon didn’t wanna ask how the Echoes’ Chief suddenly recognized us.

Love the cutscene of the Traveler switching between elements.

Kachina reminds me of Bennett. I expect us to learn about his origins in 5.X

There are fantasy giraffes?!

Nice to see them calling him Dvalin, not Stormterror

*running away from the researcher guy cause I don’t want to be forced into a conversation and he literally starts chasing when you get too close*

Oooooooh so when Neuvi said “Natlan is plagued by wars” waaay too many of us assumed wars between the humans, not wars vs the abyss.

So if someone who isn’t an Ancient Name Bearer makes it to the Night Warden Wars, does their name become an Ancient Name for future generations to potentially receive?

“Danger is the nature of war” Mualani says. But Kachina told us all ancient name bearers are required to compete - even kids like her. I can see how this mentality might have been manipulated by others to force Vennessa’s tribe into oppression.

Also what the fuck? Not sure I’m buying the whole “not a single Natlan person wants to leave” after hearing they force people to fight like this. Mondstadt (& Liyue to a lesser extent) continues to be the only nation I’d feel safe in. What the hell.

And yeah sure the archon can resurrect them. But like. That doesn’t fix the trauma. It’s still fucked up.

THERE ARE EXCEPTIONS TO THE REVIVING

Citlali was introduced in the trailer by her strong insistence on not participating in the Pilgrimage. I can see why. I already like her.

This whole situation sounds like the recipe for burn out (literally too. Death).

Kinich cannot be older than 25. And he’s just casually stating he’s died before…

You people need therapy

Also what’s up with Ajaw? He’s such a bully. What the hell man.

I say that now but I assume his situation of “I am mighty and I will conquer the world!” (and everyone treating them like a kid) is like King from Owl House.

Though of course, I only started sympathizing with King from Owl House because of character development. Something that Genshin Impact rarely gives its playable characters.

Anyway, this whole “ancient names are forgotten if the bearers fail”. Is that a conscious effort to erase these people from records, or is it more like an Irminsul erasure?

“Feast until the bill gives the Archon a heart attack” finally, an archon with mora!

Kachina “I can’t keep using my age as an excuse”. If only Lisa or Alhaitham or Venti were here to teach her the importance of giving yourself grace and letting yourself rest.

“I have to prove I’m not trying to avoid the wars” babygirl you are 9 years old

Kachina you have a 7 or 8 Pilgrimage losing streak?! Do these things happen once a year? How young were you when you first participated…

Kachina always prepared with her backpack… she’s like Dora but with gifted kid issues…

All these other playable characters with their “trauma” from “near-death” experiences”. Try actually dying a few times; then you can cry PTSD!

But of course, being raised in the US, I recognize this is partly the influence of a very individualistic culture.

And about the whole revival thing. That’s Chekov’s Consequence-Free Traumatic Death Scene! Place your bets now; who’s gonna die in the archon quest, and then be revived?

So, what if someone with a (not pyro) vision wins the competition? Do they become pyro archon, overriding their previous elemental vision?

Does this mean Mavuika has 3 names: her regular name, her Goetic name, and her Ancient Name?

Is it possible for people without a vision to be gifted an Ancient Name?

Oh my god you send a team of FIVE to fight the entire abyss?!

So you CAN have a vision that doesn’t match your tribe’s element. Atea, of the Peoples of the Springs, has a pyro vision.

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nico-404 · 2 years ago

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I posted 16,214 times in 2022

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I tagged 325 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 124 characters

#cis ppl will do shit like this then say they cant remember a trans persons name when theyre called like. steve or some shit.

My Top Posts in 2022:

Yeah I'm "t4t" tumblr user 4 twitter user

13 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

He is Joan of ark he is plagued with visions he's insane he's my babygirl

Click for quality bc tumblr hates art or smthn

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she kung on my penis till i pow

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Absolutely losing my mind over tonight's outfit. Not because of the pink shirt, like yeah that's cool, but what's really driving me nuts is the JEANS. They're high-waisted jeans.

Men's high waisted jeans don't exist

Thems women's jeans

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My #1 post of 2022

Honestly being in a t4t relationship when ur transitioning opposite ways is so cool. Like I am seeing you become something I could never be happy as and yet I love it. I love in you everything I hate about myself. I help you with things I had to learn growing up, things I wish I hadn't had to, and yet now I am glad I did because I get to share it with you. Everything I never was is now my gift to you. Everything you never were is now your gift to me. Swapping clothes and doing makeup and a million tiny things. Yeah. I love it.

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growling · 2 months ago

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part 4 i promise i will be normal about tribe nine

......If that's Zero's house and bed I'm gonna holler. It will be joever for me and my mental state.

banger theme

BANGER THEME

huh so we're still in Shinagawa.... hmmm......

end of banger theme :((((((

AND they're plaguing him with visions!!!

did they clone her lmao

of course kazuki has a cat pfp

WAIT THAT CAT LOOKS LIKE SCOURGE WARRIOR CATS... Kazuki reads warrior cat..

banger theme

FIRST BANGER THEME IS BACK!!!

Have I said already how much I love this theme.. hehehe ear feel good

YAYYYYY WE LOST :DDD

Well I'm glad they are all being nice to him even if I don't really care about Yo! :3

trash tribe time

thank u manager. everybody say thank u manager

on second thought i dont trust the candy

no zero in sight i am so bored i do not care about any of these people except maybe kazuki

can we kill takinogawa yet

NEVERMIND BANGER THEME IS BACK

Todoroki not very fond of poor people strikes again

the music is suddenly getting good on this part lmao

OH NO THE ANIMAL MASCOT CHARACTER

why does it. kinda sound like zero.

im fucking serious it literally. sounds exactly like zero.

OH THAT IS LITERALLY ZERO DSJHGFDHSKFJHSJAIUS I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING BAD I EVER SAID ABOUT THE ANIMAL MASCOT CHARACTER. ITS OK IF ITS ZERO

ZEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BABY YOU ARE MY ANGELLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

stop being rude that's his true form...

and he can cry and be pathetic on command. effervescent

#sillie.

i thinks its cool to have zero be both fucked up and evil final boss type shit and be some sort of guide to Yo. and get sentenced to mascot hell. I'm glad that the people who made this like Zero just as much as I do lmaoooo

we got gamer paradise. now we got capitalism haven

jesus christ sjdhgfjdsfhsjk. Ichinose what have you been doing here !!

I only heard these few lines about Ichinose and the twt info we got on him and I would already die and kill for him. fucked up president of capitalism haven that forces you to give him sweets also he's gay and has huge boobs

Zero is too silly for this world. born to dilly dally. forced to lock in. just play his games already cant you see he's in pain

"oh, boy. Did I overdo it? I didn't mean to scare everyone so much." no Zero don't worry everybody loves your mind lasers

AND he can revive people! he's such a great guy isn't he!!

ever since Zero left once again, I have stopped commentating. My heart has joined the thousand, for my babygirl fucking left.

I accidentially hovered over a timestamp for too long and though I only had but a slight glimpse of the beautiful man, I come to inform all 0 of you that Ichinose is rapidly approaching and shall appear Very Soon.

i don't care for this gacha shit show me ichinose

ill just wait till we meet ichinose and then im ending this part for now

JUST WHEN I SAID IT HE'S HERE. HIIIIIIIIIIIII :3

I have high expectations for you. You will come here, slay tremendously, then leave. Do you understand your position

he's so beautiful. catboy coded. rich fuck looking but also slightly out of place in a good way. i am disturbed by the absence of trans man rack but i shall complete this hole in my heart via drawing it myself next time

and he's an ass <3

HE GOT A DANGANRONPA INTRODUCTION SJDHFKJSFGYJSEKJEH

he also looks tired as hell... the eye lines.....

call me freddy fazbear the way i. whore whore whore whore whore whore whore whore whore whore

Zero naptime <33 goodnight king🖤

Ichinose's such a bitch I love it <3 I knew I picked a good url I mean erm I didn't who said that

"Despite I'm [sic] a mild-mannered man," doubt

well. rip in rest hotel manager!

oh nevermind he's a merciful soul <3

nevermind she's dead now. she could have just stayed silent and yet she had the audacity to be mean to my shit cat. mr Number One execute that woman

he's so fucked up. he's so extra. i am in gay, sexual, romantic, platonic, familial, sensual, aesthetic, alterous, evil love .

GUARD SEIZE THAT HARLOT

i just realized the guards have tags on their ears lol

I. LOOOOOOVE Ichinose's poses. slay. slay dude you were so much more than I expected.... you passed.........

I love how he tells them to come to the Plaza "sometime later" and to not take too long or else he's gonna get Angy...... but also doesn't even say at which precise fucking time they should come dkjhdskhgksjd just. use your intuition peasants

alright. that was a MAGNIFICENT slay. I must now depart like I promised. Until next time babes..........

I broke my promise to be normal about tribe nine

oh wait i forgor. tribe nine beta lol

Zero my angel I'd recognize that voice maybe not anywhere but like in some places

"kuronaka got 10 gold" *EAR BLASTING 9 HOUR LONG FANFARE*

hmmmmmmmmmm.. not saying anything but narrowing my eyes thoughtfully

they're trying to fnaf pizzeria simulator my ass, unfortunately for them I am an incredibly clever smart intelligent wise boy (looked at the art on tweeter)

they put kuronaka in the generic rpg torture dungeons💔💔💔 get well soon

shut the fuck up boyyyy look at the claypot. loook at my claypot boy

jesus stop jumpscaring me if i die my grandma will sue

im calling it now. lady goddess is just zero (and if so: gender win)

$laymate

if it does end up being zero it will be so fucking funny. please. let this manifest. me when i put some random dude in the generic rpg torture dungeons and make him look at claypots forever as form of foreplay also i pretend to be a statue

its that blue hair motherfucker from the promos or whatever

this is so fucking funny im tearing up. im tearing up. also they just implied that i was right. this is so fucking funny. vidio game brainwash yaoi. zero you silly man i desire you carnally

"well its not unusual for this man to do this kind of thing" please tell me more about zero's crimes against humanity .

forgot to mention this earlier but of course the protag has amnesia. not a proper kodaka game without an amnesiac protagonist. this is not a complaint

this is so funny. this is so funny.

redguy yellowguy leave that poor fucker alone. blueguy grayguy why are you just staring tell them to leave that poor fucker alone this is probably not how you approach a dude with amnesia who has been stuck in the generic rpg brainwash torture dungeon for an unspecified period of time

3d time. fuck that boy up guards induce a panic attack in this man

and the torture dungeons were just some random medium sized platform..... help me thats so embarrassing for kuronaka!!

"the village you were saying [sic] were all just drawings on the floor and on the walls!" THAT'S SO EMBARRASSING.... KURONAKA THAT'S SO EMBARASSING......

HE WAS 2 FUCKING YEARS STUCK IN THE GAME LMAOOOOOOOOOO THAT'S SO EMBARASSING FOR HIM

ok. ill stop being mean to him. i promise i will be nice and understanding of his situation from now on. it must be very hard and traumatizing for him.

LMAOOOOOOO HE LOOKS SO FUCKING STUPID THIS IS SO FUNNY. FUCKING IDIOT XDDDDDDDDD

also buy him brown contacts pls

ZEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fucking look at him this shit looks biblical. look at him descending onto the mortals. this is fucking jesus imagery

nice robot hands. they're not attached yet but i will force him to become a cyborg no matter how many limbs i must detach from his body

i am not ready to hit unpause. but also im yearning.

wait look at his hand pose.... awww look at him i want him carnally

alright alright whatever im unpausing.......

so 24 city is just named like that because it's the 24th city and they ran out of ideas

24 city must be a shit place to live in, a strong breeze knocks you over and you fall one kilometer onto the pavement

"... but who would have thought that there is such a surreal area here, designed just like a video game?" zero. zero would have. that man is all about vidio game addiction i called it once and ill call it again

and he called him "the masked man" i fucking cant i need t. i need to take a breather okay i cant take this anymore

zero lore listen closely now this will be on the test (instead of listening starts imagining zero touching me in a bus and gets so hrard ii passkdf uout )

Kuronaka likes tea. +1 for Kuronaka I love tea

Zero the robot enjoyer

alright, Iroha is gonna return Kuronaka's smartphone next time and I'll end it here :] twas a pleasure. transcending experience

#mine #tribe nine watch

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wroteclassicaly · 3 years ago

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“There’s not a single reason I can think of for me to let you see her. You may be her father, but I’m her everything.” and “There’s nothing you can do, this is it. This is how it goes.” for Andy if your still doing prompts :)

Thank you very much! I hope you like these? :)) ❤️❤️❤️❤️

This one isn’t for the faint of heart, y’all! It’s pretty dark & intense!

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7. “There’s not a single reason I can think of for me to let you see her. You may be her father, but I’m her everything.”

69. “There’s nothing you can do, this is it. This is how it goes.”

She’s sleeping soundly again, not noticing the raging summer storm that rests beyond the cottage windows. You tuck your fingers underneath the spare tufts in her pink blanket, enjoying the warmth. When she stirs you give her back a rub, pulling her closer to your chest. Baby Dolan is a snorer, much like her dad can be.

Andy.

You were trying (and failing) not to think about him. Ever since the incident had occurred, you basically checked out. Leaving your apartment behind, only giving your mother your contact information - you drove here with your newborn. The little one stirs, making those cute little bubbly noises of contentment, and that sends you into those stomach-churning memories. Andy.

You have been in love with Andy Dolan since you were assigned as his assistant when he got his big break. But he always put your advances on the back burner, instead choosing what fame had brought, along with addiction. You even had to watch him marry another woman and get her pregnant, losing himself further - demolishing his marriage, abandoning his daughter. Like a fool you had stood by him, vowing to help him, especially once his career began spiraling. You felt like a maid, cleaning up after him, reminding him to shower or change his clothes sometimes.

It went on that way for months. How naïve you were to think you could save him by yourself. He needed help, someone professional to hold the suitcase whilst he unpacked the baggage. You nearly paid the price for your loyalty, almost losing the one good thing Andy ever did give you - a baby girl. Your whole entire world and then some.

You became one of Andy’s typical one night stands and a cliche result had erupted. He had promised he would shape up, but you knew that if he couldn’t care enough for Sky, he wasn’t going to care enough for his second born. Still, you gave him every available chance to be involved. When he stopped answering your texts and failed to tell you about a movie he received a role in - you had to check reality. Andy Dolan fucked you because he could, not because he loved you or respected you, hell, he probably had forgotten all that you’d done for him.

He came to one ultrasound and sent you flowers for the birth. You and your daughter were another tabloid story in his life. Then when you had the little girl, it took Andy three weeks to request a visit, one that was cut abruptly short when he was holding the baby and she threw up on his silk robe, upsetting him. He handed her off and told you he’d be right back. He never came back, not until you left.

Another month had went by before you even considered letting him ask you to bring her over. He was ready to leave for his movie and he wanted to visit her. You supposed you owed it to your child to make it work. Boy you were foolishly wrong...

Andy seemed sober, clean and shaven. That’s why you decided to let him watch her as you briefly went to change your t-shirt to nurse her easily. Mere minutes ticked by and that’s when you remember the sickening crash from downstairs, preceding the horrifying wail that came from your child’s lips. Your heart is racing at reliving the memory, feeling that dreading lurch, that vice like chill that froze your blood, sticking to your insides like a paralyzing plague. You saw the mess of blankets when you had rounded the corner, then you finally caught sight of your babygirl.

She lay in a heap on the floor, on her back, screaming in a tiny terror that made you collapse and crawl towards her on your shaky knees. You had gathered her up and looked over her, cozying her to your chest to try and calm her tiny, racing heartbeat. The tears were pouring from your eyes, much like they blur your vision now. You can still see Andy stumbling in, running a hand through shorter hair, pupils dilated, looking at the counter, at the baby, then at you. It didn’t take a genius to realize that your newborn had fallen from his countertop and onto the cold floor.

His own brain had struggled to comprehend, putting a hand up to signal an apology, eyes wide and glazed.

“I didn’t... I only left her up there for a second. Y/N...”

You didn’t care how he had began to tremble, the water pooling in his own vision. It took a near tragic event for him to see that getting high and leaving his newborn daughter alone on a kitchen counter was dangerous? His staff charged in moments later, coming to your aid. You were on autopilot when you handed them the shaky infant. As soon as she was safely out of your arms and they stepped away, you charged at Andy - fists pounding on his chest, hands smacking at every inch you could reach.

“You stupid fucking junkie! You almost killed our baby!”

“I didn’t know, I didn’t mean to! Y/N, I would never do anything to —“

Smack. You had backhanded him so hard that he collided into the edge of the counter by force. You had panted through with a breast - soaked shirt, the baby still fussing in the background. You were eerily strong in your watery voice. You jabbed a finger at him.

“You better fucking leave for your crappy film, because if you don’t I will have you thrown in fucking jail! You need help, but I’m through trying to be the one that gives it to you! And I don’t want your empty apologies, I don’t want your money to help with her, I don’t want anything to do with you! If you attempt to come near me or my child, I will make sure you regret ever meeting me, do you understand, Andy?”

You left him in shambles, taking your baby with you. You’d gotten her looked over and admitted what happened. The press had put together a story and you knew it was inevitable that your business was going to be blasted. You hadn’t cared anymore. You didn’t want your child’s traumatic ordeal as a tabloid headliner, but she also needed to be seen by a doctor after her fall, and you wanted her to be cleared of injury.

Andy’s reputation didn’t matter to you. Once the comments started flooding in, Andy’s team had blowed your phone up - Andy included, attempting to smooth things over. You didn’t want to deal with the exposure that came with his lifestyle, not right then, so you took your baby for some solitude. The baby coos in her sleep, restarting your current predicament. You draw a shape on her tiny cheek, trying to ignoring your buzzing cell phone.

Andy may not know where you are, but that hasn’t stopped him from exploding on your phone for the past six weeks. Each message more desperate and broken than the last. His apologies, his regret, his newfound sobriety shining through. You aren’t having it. Being grateful that he’s sober and forgetting what had to happen for him to be humiliated and forced into it are two very different things. You raise up to tuck the baby into her downstairs crib, scrolling across your recent text message notification thread with her father.

Y/N... you have to have heard that I’ve been clean for a month now. C’mon, please?

I can see Sky, why can’t I see her?

You know how much I care about you too.

I fucked up, sweetheart. Please don’t do this.

I didn’t mean to get you dragged into this motherfucking nightmare...

You can’t take it anymore. Your fingers tap harshly at the phone, pressing send.

“There’s nothing you can do, this is it. This is how it goes.”

The dots of a wavy response begin immediately.

I’m her father! I need to see her, to be with her! I love her, I love

The dots stop and then start themselves, settling on silence. Your heartbeat is thrumming in your throat. You’re not even getting into your feelings for him, or whatever feelings he’s pretending to have for you. You shake it off, giving one of your last responses.

“There’s not a single reason I can think of for me to let you see her. You may be her father, but I’m her everything.”

You don’t pick up your phone to read anything else, but you can’t deny the irritating sting that comes when he doesn’t send another response. That’s cut off, however, when your phone begins to ring. You hold it in your hands, Andy’s picture and name staring back at you from the glowing screen. You direct your focus to the baby and her sweet blonde curls, sound asleep, your eyes dancing back to her daddy on the screen.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” You whisper into the silence of the room.

The thunder roars in the distance, your only response.

Angst/Argument Prompts

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ihaveakoreanseoul · 6 years ago

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Shoot Out Part I

Work Count~3.4k. Warnings- None for now!

Hey this is my first fic I hope y’all like it! 😁

It was the darkest of times, but it was in the dark that you found your light.

Juyeon (The Boyz) x Reader

Hyunjin (Stray Kids) x Reader [Next chapter!]

Mafia! AU; Werewolf! AU

The year is 2030, and America has reverted back to a monarchical rule. But the ruler is not a king, a figurehead to represent the glory of the country. No, the tyrant of the times is something much more dangerous, hooded figures that descended upon the people like a plague, and only left when their prey was lying on the concrete, their life pouring out of the slice on their throat, or bullet holes in their chest. It is the mafia, the criminals, the demons who hold the country’s fate in their hands. My name is (Y/N) (L/N), and I know the mafia very well, too well, and this is my story.

It all began on an auspicious day, but not the kind you would think of. The sky was not overcast, there were not raindrops falling from the sky, as if the heavens were mourning. It was my 18th birthday. The sun was peering over the clouds, as if to timidly wish me well, and all flowers in the city seemed to be blooming fuller than the day before. For the first time in what seemed like forever, I woke up for class with energy, which had never happened before without the aid of copious amounts of caffeine. I primped as one normally does on their birthday, with the feeling that of any day of the year, I should at least look presentable on the day dedicated to my existence.

Instead of taking a motor-scooter as I often would, I decided to take a stroll to class. I attend University of Chicago, which compared to the rest of the city, feels like a haven for intellectuals and pacifists. With Chicago being one of the largest cities in the country, its connections to the underground world of the mafia ran deep. Even a step off of campus would make my shoulders tremble with fear, and my eyes constantly dart over my surroundings. But here on campus, my heart was light as I practically floated to class.

As soon as I took a step into the classroom, my classmates immediately started the obligatory birthday greetings. Calls of “Happy Birthday (Y/N)!”, “Wow I can’t believe you’re 18!”, “Have any special plans for today?” all rang through the room. I smiled widely in return, and then scurried to my seat to see my best friends. “Hey guys!” I cheerfully came up behind my two best friends, and slung my arms over their shoulders.

“Hey girl!” Amanda said as she spun around to give me a hug, “Happy Birthday!”

“Thanks! But the more important subject… Are you ready to party tonight?” I was practically bouncing with excitement. Ever since the mafia had started their rule, the drinking age was lowered to 18, so they could try to increase the sales on the alcohol industry that they owned. My friends were older than me, so they had already scouted most of the clubs and town, and had decided which one would be suitable for my introduction to the clubbing world.

“I’ve never been so ready in my life,” my other friend Jessica called out, “I am so ready to see this one wasted.”

“Jessica!” I scolded exasperatedly, “I’m not looking to wake up tomorrow with my head over the toilet, so don’t expect too much.”

“The mood killer as always, (Y/N),” she shoots back.

I flash a bright smile, and pinch her cheeks while I respond in a sing-songy voice, “You know it! That's why you love me.”

“You wish,” she sent a playful glare my way as she batted my hands away from her face.

I just giggled and response, and at that moment the professor walked in.

“Good morning class!” our professor called out, which was met with muttered responses from some students. “Today we are going to discuss….” and it was at this moment that I began to zone out, excitement for tonight cluttering my mind. It went on this way until I saw a hand snapping in my face. I shook my head, being awakened from my thoughts.

“(Y/N), girl, you were out for like the entire class. Did you even hear anything the professor said?” Jessica said, baffled.

“Honestly though Jessica,does it even matter? She’s going to get the best grade out of all of us on the test anyway” Amanda shot back.

“Okay, fair enough.” Jessica responded.

“Well now that class is over, do you guys want to go get some celebratory lunch?“

“Sorry girl I’ve got a test in like an hour, and I totally don’t know what I’m doing.” Amanda said sheepishly.

“Sorry same goes for me, but I’ll definitely see you tonight I’m super excited!”

“I totally get that, don’t worry about it. Since it’s still light outside I think I’m going to head into the city for some lunch!”

Then with some hurried goodbyes and excited chatter about the night ahead of us, we were all off to our separate plans.

I decided to go to my favorite restaurant in town, local Korean joint run by some lovely Korean natives. It was not too far from campus, so I decided to walk there. Even though it was the middle the day, there were still people on the streets that normally would belong in the dark shadows of the night. So, I kept my head down and my mace in my hand.

I finally arrived at the restaurant, and cheerfully walked in to greet the owners who felt almost like family at this point. “Oh (Y/N) we’re so excited that you decided to come! Please come have a seat, do you want the usual?” The old woman who own the restaurant with her husband began to lead me back to the table that I almost always sat at.

“How could I ever get anything else? Spicy rice cakes are just too good to pass up! Although maybe I’ll have some bulgogi too?”

“Dear, what’s the occasion? Did you get paid today?”

“No, but it is a very special day!”

“Don’t tell me it’s your birthday?“ I nodded excitedly. “Well then of course it’s on the house today! Oh my are you really 18 already?”

“Yeah isn’t that crazy? It feels like only yesterday I was still starting high school, and now I’m already a freshman in college!”

“I’m so excited for you dear! Let me go get your food started so you can have a lovely birthday lunch!”

Just says she turned to leave, I heard the jingle of the bells hanging on the door. Then, a large group of boys who looked to be around my age walked in.

“Hello grandmother!“ One of them said. The woman looked back to them and I can almost see a twinge of fear in her eyes. She gave him a slight bow and replied, “Hello, young sirs,” In a fearful but respectful manner. She then looked back at me and I could see her hands shaking. “Be wary of those boys, young lady, they are not the kind of people you should become involved with.” She quickly hurried to the kitchen as if she was afraid of these teenage boys. With her words my curiosity awoke, and that’s where the problem began.

As soon as I not so subtly glanced over, My eyes met those of one of the supposedly dangerous boys. Immediately, I felt a flush burn across my cheeks. His eyes were dark, and filled with unanswered questions and rampant emotions, burning like a wildfire. Time stopped, and my vision was filled with nothing but his fiery stare. And then I saw his lips twitch into a smirk as if he knew the power that his eyes held over me. Then, I saw him breathe in deeply through his nose, as if he could smell my scent from across the room. His beautiful burning eyes fluttered closed almost as if in ecstasy.

After my momentary lapse in sanity, I gulped in a breath, as if I had forgotten how to breathe, and I tilted my head down, to let my hair act as a curtain from his brazen stare. I could hear a faint chuckle from across the room, as if he found my sudden shyness amusing. I bristled at the thought of being a source for his amusement, but my desperation for a good birthday lunch overpowered my need to speak up. Soon after I heard the owner come out of the kitchen, bringing me some potstickers for an appetizer.

“Here you are dear. Just a little something to take care of your hunger before the meal comes out. I should’ve known that it was your birthday with how lovely you look today!”

Just then the table of boys called her over, ready to order. They went around the table all ordering copious amounts of different food, I didn’t even recognize some of them. When she got to fire eyes, he simply looked over to me, I could feel his eyes burning into me, and said “I’ll have whatever princess is having.”

The moment those words came out of his mouth, my head shot up, and I audibly gasped. This boy, very attractive boy, who I had never spoken to, and made brief but very intimate eye contact with, had called me princess? He smiled over at me, a full beautiful smile that lit up his entire face as well as the space surrounding him. It was just then that I took in his other features, all equally as attractive as his eyes. His sharp nose, high cheekbones, and full lips all drew me in like a magnet.

The only issue at the moment was the fact that he thought it was acceptable to call me princess. We had not spoken a single word to each other, but he felt entitled enough to give me a pet name like that. I resented the fact that guys thought that calling a woman “babygirl” or “princess” would make them instantaneously fall into bed. I scoffed at the thought and furiously got up to go to the bathroom, and pray that when I came back out, this man who made my heart flutter and pound would be a part of my imagination.

As I stomped off, I could hear his friends begin to laugh at him, and his failed attempt to hit on me, in all honesty, though, I probably would run straight into his arms if he smiled again. He made me feel strangely alive as if all my feelings were more potent and all my senses more powerful. I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. There was a flush on my face that not even my makeup could hide. I found my face and took a few deep breaths, hoping to calm my frazzled nerves and fluttering heart.

After a few minutes of trying to even out my breaths, I finally decided to face the embarrassing situation that was awaiting me. With one final deep breath, I made my way out to my table and sat down in a different seat from before, facing away from the mysterious boy. When I sat down, I could hear murmurs coming from the boisterous group of boys.

Soon after, the owner brought out my food, and I could tell she had brought out far more than just the dishes I ordered. “Oh, you shouldn’t have, there’s no way that I’ll be able to eat all this delicious food!”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, dear, we will just pack up the extras for you so you have some good food for later!”

“You are too kind to me!”

“I don’t get to see your sunshine smile very often, and it always cheers me up when I do!”

“Thank you so much!”

“You are very welcome, and dear? And I meant what I said about those boys earlier,” she said in a whispered voice. “They are dangerous.”

“I believe you, and I don’t plan on letting that one get anywhere near me,” I replied, nodding my head towards fire eyes. However much he made my heart flutter, I would not so easily get caught in the trap of a playboy like that, he would surely break my heart.

After making that comment, I heard something from across the room that almost resembled the growl of a wild animal. I shot straight out of my seat, scanning the room frantically, looking for the source of the sound. However, I was shocked when no one else in the room seemed alarmed.

I looked over the owner, ”Did you hear that? What was that noise? It sounded like a puppy.” As soon as those words came out of my mouth the entire table of boys began to laugh hysterically, all but fire eyes.

“I think it was just the heater or something, dear, you know, this building is quite old. Even after she said this, I was still skeptical, the sound was something far less mechanical and more primal than some old appliance.

Still, I sat back down, and began to taste all the foods the owner had set out before me. She very obviously knew my tastes, as all the dishes were relatively spicy and very delicious. Soon after, I saw the owner come out bringing a tray full of dishes and then going back to get another two, for the table of boys.

While I was eating, I could feel a weight on my back, as if someone was staring at me intently. I had a feeling it was “princess” boy who was doing the staring, however, I did not want to glance back, with the chance our eyes would meet again. I hurriedly ate my meal, to escape the uncomfortable tension in the restaurant.

“Oh ma’am would you mind giving me some to go boxes and the check as well?“ I glanced down at my watch, “I have a class coming up soon I’m so sorry.” In reality, my class wasn’t really for another two hours, but I still felt the stares of the boys across the room, and made my spine tingle uncomfortably.

“Of course dear!” She then grabbed my plates and took them back to be packed. I felt so vulnerable with the feeling of many eyes on me, so I curled my body in on itself for protection. I tapped my feet on the ground, every second feeling like hours. I had always been a relatively introverted person, so the feeling of so many pairs of eyes on me made my skin crawl.

Just then, I heard the sound of a chair scraping across the floor, somehow I could sense someone approaching me from behind. When they slid into the seat across from me, I was surprised to see that the boy sitting across from me was not fire eyes, but one of his friends. He had red hair and a cute little smile that made him appear good-natured. “Hi there! I’m Kevin.”

I looked at him for a moment, wondering if he was going to continue, perhaps with the reason that he came to talk to me, but after a few moments of silence, I responded with “Hi! I’m (Y/N). How are you?”

“I’m good.” He winked at me, then proceeded to lean across the table and put his lips close to my ear. I immediately flinched back, but when I heard him begin to whisper, I was too curious to pull away. “I’m sure you’ve noticed, but my friend over there is pretty interested in you, but he’s too much of a scaredy-cat to act on it, so I thought I’d give him motivation.”

I let out a giggle, amused by the thoughts, ideas, and maturity level of teenage boys. I never could quite understand how their brains work. I then leaned in closer to him and with my lips close to his ear, I said, “And why should I help you with that?” He leaned back and let out a full bodied laugh, that made his eyes scrunch up with happiness. He then leaned in closer, his eyes peering into mine as he said, “You’re too cute.”

Right after the words left his mouth I could see his eyes flicker up to the space over my shoulder as his mouth curled into a smirk. I felt a hand wrap around the wrist of my hand that was propping up my chin. All of a sudden my body felt warm, the warmth beginning at my wrist and then moving through my whole body. I looked up and was staring into the burning eyes of the boy who had me so flustered. Before I could utter a word to him, I was being yanked out of my seat and onto my feet.

He pulled me through the restaurant and out the door, and over into a little alley next to the restaurant. As soon as he let go of my wrist to take his fingers through his hair in a frustrated manner, I took off back towards the restaurant, hoping that if I could make it back, he would have to leave me alone. I didn’t make it but a couple feet before I felt his hand on my wrist pulling my back.

“Please, just…” he let out a strangled breath, “please, just wait a minute so I can calm down, please.” His deep voice washed over me in waves, and subconsciously I felt the need to relieve him of the distress he was in. Without thinking, I brought my hand up to his face and placed my palm on his cheek. When he slightly nuzzled his face into my hand, I caressed my thumb over his cheekbone. I could hear his breathing begin to calm, and as he became less distraught, my head came down from the clouds.

I began to panic. I wondered if this guy I had just met would think I was easy, but even if he did, why should I care? I quickly retracted my hand from his face and in an uneasy voice, said, “Oh my lord, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to… well I mean I did but I don’t know why I did. You must think I’m so creepy, but wait, you’re the one who dragged me out here, so doesn’t that make you the creepy one? Maybe we’re just both weird. That’s probably it. Anyway, I’m going to get going on my merry way, it was nice… well nice being dragged by you. Bye!” I send him a little wave and briskly begin to walk away. Just then an arm reaches across the space in front of me and lands on the wall beside me, trapping me in.

I spun around, facing the mystery man with a puzzled look on my face.

“I’m sorry, do you need something?” I ask in a quizzical voice.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, and the beautiful raspy timbre of his voice finally hit me, full force, “I need you.”

I let out an awkward and forced laugh “Well, I’m sorry but I’ve been in awful high demand lately so I guess you’ll have to get on the waiting list,” I said in an overly sarcastic tone of voice.

“I mean it,” he said leaning in close to my face, “You can’t even begin to understand the depth of what I feel for you.”

“Yeah, I really couldn’t, due to the fact that I just met you!” I said, the volume of my voice increasing as I spoke. I was growing more and more uncomfortable by the second, uncomfortable because I didn’t know this boy who supposedly needed me, and uncomfortable because I somehow felt that I needed him too.

I raised my eyes and they immediately locked on his. I felt the walls around my heart weakening and that flood of vulnerability brought with it the pain of emotions. I knew from that moment, the course of my life had changed forever.

“I’m Juyeon.”

“(Y/N).”

#kpop imagines #werewolf #mafia au #stray kids #hyunjin #juyeon #the boyz #kpop #skz #tbz #kpop smut

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