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wcnderlnds · 2 months ago

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saving the world | peter maximoff

・❥・summary: when the weirdo at the coffee shop turns out to be a superhero ・❥・warnings: none! ・❥・word count: 1k ・❥・authors note: if you saw this posted earlier no you didnt (i messed it up) 😭 but first peter fic of the year lets go!!

The delicious smell of coffee invaded your senses the second you stepped foot into the small little coffee shop you worked at. The morning shift was your least favourite but at least your co-worker always seemed to arrive early enough to get the coffee brewing. It was another task you could tick off your schedule for the day. As you made your way to the back to grab your apron, you noticed the head of silver hair that you’d seen around lately. He was hunched over, flipping pages on some comic book. You guessed he just enjoyed the place — coffee shops always seemed to have the best kind of vibes.

However, as the day went on, he stayed put flipping through the comic book that never seemed to end until you noticed there was a stack of them on the table now. He hadn’t left so did he bring that many with him? Was he really spending his day sitting in a coffee shop? Whispering to your co-worker to take over the cash register, you headed over to the silver haired boy, pot of coffee in your hand.

“Want a drink or anything?” You asked, holding up the coffee in a gesture. “It is a coffee shop after all.”

“No, thanks,” he shook his head, offering you a small smile.

“Okaaaay.” You’d just turned around to go back to the counter when you heard him call out for you again. You span on your heels, turning back around to face him.

“Do you work here everyday?” He peered over the top of the current comic book he was reading, brown eyes meeting yours. “I mean, I’ve been here every day this week and I feel like you’re on every shift.”

You sighed. “Got to make money somehow, huh? What about you? Don’t you have a job? Or do you just like spending all your time at a coffee shop doing nothing?”

“I save the world and stuff, no biggie.”

“Yeah, okay.”

With a laugh, thinking this man was crazy, you headed back to the counter. It was always the cute guys that ended up being a little weird. Unfortunate, really, because he was cute. The silver hair, the deep brown eyes – he had a unique look, one that you were sure had most people swooning. That included you. Too bad he seemed like he was crazy. Saving the world? Maybe in his little delusional brain.

A couple of weeks passed and he was in every day. You’d found out through another brief conversation with him again that his name was Peter. He always seemed willing to talk, like he was surprised that someone actually wanted to talk to him. In fact, he often struck up conversation with you as you worked. It was nice, actually. Maybe he was a weirdo but he seemed sweet. The only problem was that now you were starting to think about him when you were at home. As you’d sit on the couch watching your favourite show, you’d think about whether Peter would like it or not, making a note to ask him. Or finding new songs to share with him. You’d found out he was a big music fan – he’d even brought you a mixtape one day full of all his favourite artists. It had become your favourite thing to listen to.

As you walked into work one day, your heart sank when you noticed Peter wasn’t sat in usual seat. The day progressed and he still hadn’t shown up. Anxiety gripped you, your brain automatically thinking the worst. Something must have happened to him. Why else wasn’t he here? Unless he’d found somewhere else to occupy his time. The thought alone made your heart ache. Damnit, you’d really started to fall for this weirdo who sat in your coffee shop all day.

The sound of the TV in the corner drew your attention, a news piece about the latest disaster in town. Something about how the X-Men had saved the day. You were about to turn away when you saw that familiar head of silver hair on the TV donned in one of the infamous X-Men suits. You blinked, confusion etched all over your features until it dawned on you, his words from weeks ago echoing in your mind.

I save the world and stuff, no biggie.

He really hadn’t been lying. All this time you’d thought he was just pulling your leg but turns out he really was out saving the world. He was part of the friggin’ X-Men. How hadn't you put that together? He must be a new addition to the team or you hadn’t been paying enough attention lately.

A gust of wind blew the door open and before you could even process it, Peter was stood in front of you, his hair a windswept mess as his gloved hands pulled the goggles over his eyes onto his head. “I’m so sorry I’m late. Was busy….”

“....saving the world and stuff?” You cut him off, a smile tugging at your lips. He grinned, pointing his finger at you jokingly.

“Didn’t believe me, did ya? I’d never tell a lie to a pretty thing like yourself.”

“Shutup.”

“Ha! Made you blush. So, hey, you think you could get me a coffee? I’m pretty spent.”

His request took you off guard for a moment. He never requested a drink so it took a moment for your brain to process it. “Uh, yeah…”

“While you’re at it, take your break and have a coffee with me. I was going to ask you on a date today but with all of that stuff happening, didn’t really go as planned so… why not just make it happen now, huh?” He folded his arms across his chest, his lips upturned in a cocky grin. He was so damn confident that you were going to join him and… he was right.

You called to your co-worker that you were taking your break, throwing your apron off and into the back. A first date at your work place wasn’t ideal but nothing about Peter seemed normal anyway. In fact, it seemed perfect.

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thefiery-phoenix · 10 months ago

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YANDERE HITOSHI SHINSOU HEADCANNONS

Lol, this purple haired insomniac was MADE to be a yandere. As it is he never used to get proper sleep and when he met YOU, that's when his sleep schedule literally went right out of the window and down a drain, no joke. In fact, the reason he keeps having those dark circles beneath his eyes is because he always loses sleep thinking and fretting about you every second of the day. Are you safe? Are you all right? Have you eaten properly? He doesn't want you to neglect your health

He's always deeply worried and concerned for you but negative thoughts always cloud his mind and make him lose his sanity. You were a beautiful sweet innocent little angel. Why the HECK would someone so cute and sweet like you fall in love with someone who has such a villainous quirk? You could never love him the way he's OBSESSED and INFATUATED with you since he's a creepy weirdo (Is it bad I laughed while writing this?)

One day you made the mistake of praising him for using his quirk on Mineta after he tried touching you inappropriately. You clung to him like your life depended on it and YOU of all people actually PRAISED him for his quirk and you even called him your 'hero'. By now he was on cloud INFINITY and you just added more fuel to his crazy little fantasies he has of the 2 of you in his head along with his delusional psychotic thoughts about you 2

One hand, Shinsou just WANTS to use his quirk on you desperately to find out whether you actually like him or not, but part of him tells him not to or else you're gonna hate him till time exists. Surely you'd reject him if he ever asks you out and he's no professor in the romance department nor is he a flirty Romeo. Eventually, he'll turn to Aizawa for help but it's gonna turn out to be useless as hell since even HE'S clueless ASF. Lol, poor souls) but most of all, he's afraid of what sort of monster he might become and what he'll do to YOU if you don't reciprocate his feelings back

If you accept them, well and good. You might have a stable and strong relationship and you have similar interests. But he will kidnap you eventually but ONLY if he ever gets insecure and scared that you're gonna leave him (Someone pls give this boi a hug!) And if you don't accept his feelings, you're STILL gonna get kidnapped in either case, you're gonna be toast....

He just wants to use his quirk on you SO BAD to make things much simpler and easier for both of you but he knows that if he does so, he's gonna be no more than some sort of sick psychopathic villain, like everyone always tells him. You told him he was a HERO, YOUR HERO and heroes wouldn't do something like that AT ALL. He's deeply conflicted now and he doesn't want to betray your trust

He might stalk you whenever you go somewhere (Secretly, of course) just to make sure that you're gonna be safe. As each day passes, your presence to him is like oxygen. So, he'll resort to breaking into your room at night and try stealing some of your possessions that you won't bother about because of his overwhelming desire for you

Like stated before, if Shinsou ever kidnaps you, it'll be a frantic act of him being an insecure scardey pants. He'll be apologizing so many times and asks you so nicely as to not hate him

He'll give you your space. He knows how conflicting this whole kidnapping drama fest is for you and he'll let you cry, scream and sob all your anger and feelings out. He'll try reasoning with you in a sick and twisted way trying to convince you that it's for your own good and ensures he'll NEVER hurt you at all. He will NEVER use his quirk on you to make you do things you aren't comfortable with so you're safe with him

He'll try his best to make you comfortable (As comfortable one can be while they're chained to a headboard of a bed) and he'll give you whatever you want. He'll let you roam around the house after the first week or so since he doesn't like seeing you tied up (As much as he secretly enjoys it). If you're being stubborn with him by refusing to talk to him or even acknowledge his presence, well... if you're testing his water levels of patience, you better know how to SWIM in them. He isn't really THAT patient and hence, he'll isolate you by just giving you basic necessities like food and water and warm clothes and leaving abruptly after that

If you're STILL stubborn with him, THEN he'll use his quirk on you but just for simple stuff like hugging him and burying your head in his chest while he holds you like you're the most precious thing in the world. This was ALL he ever wanted from you, was that TOO MUCH to ask? When you realize he used his quirk on you, you'll be terrified of him for sure, and you'll hate him and it'll be a very long time for you to love him back but if you go back to square one and ignore him like you did before, he won't hesitate to use his quirk on you for more... dark and dire things

''Need I remind you what happened the LAST time you ignored me Kitty cat"

Just play your cards right and in time, you'll see his really soft side for you. He cares about you ALOT, he really does. But if you push him over the edge, he'll make you do all sorts of unsatisfactory things that you won't have a fun time doing. When it comes to rivals and enemies, he'll just use his quirk on them and make it look like some sort of suicide or accident

Loves to spoil you every now and then and he might even get you a pet cat so you both can take care of him

If Shinsou can't convince you to love him, he'll just have to FORCE you to......

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the-firebird69 · 2 years ago

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I can hear a friend too he said I don't want to talk this f****** dumb s*** run my run his life take over the realm and I have absolutely no money at all and I'm not delusional I'm pissed off and I'm starting to figure out something these retards are at him all the time and we're doing it too they can see it it was stupid who the hell would ever believe that growing up in America I sort of know what I'm saying I was trying to get him stuff all the time. That direction was a shitted it's going after his own son he went after his own children he's been hitting them and suddenly we're concerned that he's trying to save someone on a bridge or not. I'll tell you this much the guy is in the band Jimmy Kimmel is the son and says thank you to him and he does just let her die trying to blame everybody else again and he shot them to death and he's the guy and I know it because the clams have to get the real truth or they would not go after him and just say we're riding all the time and it was a three ring circus out there did you do it anyways thinking they wouldn't care that we wouldn't care either. Your s*** is kind of weak but you're the one keeping money from him and he knows it and he keeps hauling ass and waste you and Jesus are you a freaking pain why don't you just die Trump it's so cheap it is stupid I'm driving around and it couldn't afford the trunk not to mention rent and his parents house you're so freaking stupid and cheap and horrible to him you should say that too he was a nightmare to that guy seven in park stuff at us but he was just like telling us stuff to do they look at it like this he's kind of just saying these words and it's dry he says I can't make it sound any better because d****** barely lift his head because it's confused easy instead of bothering people near tutu you can't keep it straight at all at least hits did you I need you out of that house I guess it's going to present itself but you're murdering your own family because he thinks it's a neat package cuz she's bothering the s*** out of him too and so is Dan. It says your whole race and kind of abysmal and I agree but really you and Dan are a horror show to him he's going to be bothering him with that thing and it's going to be a nightmare for you and he's going to make a dent in the black ship fleet and lose that big huge thing and then he'll be gone you know what happens to the TV show it blows up there's another one and it's another episode it carries on into the real one and it gets buried somewhere and it just sits there so I'm going to tell you something new people ruin anything come across that's what we're experiencing and I'm telling my man he can't help it he's pissed off and pour his whole life and it makes all these infections fix over all his businesses and it's still poor and this jerk off gets the ship not somebody has been helping him and just know what to say he doesn't want to suffer for these idiots to get stuff anymore it's it's like a it's like a curse, it says Trump is a f****** weirdo too and Jen does too and she's out there this is Lady this is stand in kind of thing but. There a couple and it's awfully strange but they're being tortured to hell but this idiot he's a freaking moron about it doesn't want them to have any happiness wants him to sit there and be miserable that's his job he's a plead and I'm asking people to get him the hell out of there

Mac

Well at least you can see it and I'm not there at the bridge and I didn't look at it in the future and I know that this guy's a dick but he's also fighting them like to the death of his own family it kind of is proof that he he is a loser that you think he is and he does lose her things all the time it's kind of proof to everybody else and he's a piece of s*** and Dan is too and you can see it it's cesario and they get it one minute and they forget it they said your limited you're in the big huge ship but it won't defeat everything and you're if you engage the flagship fleet you might die so Trump doesn't look like they're sitting there engaging me and you Mac and doesn't look like it like that he's a freaking a****** and he's lost tons of his army and he's still doing it these people are teeny and they're still freaking and f****** herself up the river all the time I am so sick of these stupid people doing me in to win I mean you're stupid you're a waste of f****** space

Zues

It's very annoying okay these people are extremely stupid and very annoying they don't do hardly anything that helped us the whole time except like this buffer and they're dangerous and they sleep in and they're like sugar with the bleach and stuff it's horrible they're dangerous as hell and it's like a whole bunch of sleaze balls they don't know they're f****** ass from their elbow or what to do with their time it'll never pick a book up and read it my husband's reading magazines and looking at stuff all the time on the internet they hardly read any of it they just assume it says what they want they couldn't have slaves they have no idea what we are up to in any way at all and they have no idea what Max up to hes exterminating you f****** morons. Is it Central Florida waiting for you Trump with the furnace on it's an incinerator he's throwing tons of you in it cuz he doesn't want KJ to be fed I mean get a life okay you freaking loser get a life you f****** loser and go to hell too

Jen Equiz

And shut the f****** too Trump we're filing charges for what you're saying right now

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goodlucktai · 4 years ago

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a little room to grow

@natsumeweek 2021 day 5; freedom/possession

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(previous part)

Hinata takes one look at them and says, “Holy shit. Get in here, Natoris.”

So they must look pretty bad, then.

Takashi is uncharacteristically quiet, going right to the sofa and gathering Hinata’s cat up in his arms.

Hinata watches him for a moment, turns and stares directly into Shuuichi’s face, and then heads into the kitchen to snatch up a takeout menu that she keeps permanently stuck to the front of her fridge under a huge Cinnamoroll magnet.

“Sit,” Hinata says with a jerk of her chin towards the table. She tucks her cellphone between her shoulder and her ear and unfolds the paper menu with a business-like snap. “I’m ordering enough junk food for all three of us, and then you’re going to tell me why you look like that.”

Shuuichi sits.

Hinata lives with her single mother, who works thirds, and her aunt, who doesn’t work but often has somewhere else to be. It’s unlikely either of them are going to make an appearance tonight.

The TV is on in the living room, playing what sounds like Sailor Moon. Takashi is watching it just because it’s already on, but he’s slowly becoming more invested the longer he sits there—Shuichi can tell from the way his hand on the little cat in his lap slows its petting, the way his round brown eyes become fixed on the screen. The sounds of traffic and rain outside are muted, the outside world hardly existing past what little pieces of it make it through the open window in the kitchen.

It’s peaceful here. It’s almost home, even.

Hinata puts the phone down, sits across from Shuuichi, and crosses her arms on top of the table. Her silence is expectant.

Shuuichi says, “I don’t think I’m going to university.”

His friend inclines her head, an invitation to go on.

“The university my father wants me to go to is almost an hour away from here,” Shuuichi says, clenching his fists. “And it wouldn’t be possible for Takashi to transfer there, because someone in the school district administration is a cousin of his or something. Word got around about his behavior, and they don’t think he’d be a good addition to their student body.”

“Takashi’s relatives haven’t had anything to do with him since he was five,” Hinata says hotly. “What the hell do they know about his behavior? He’d be the best thing to happen to that school in the last hundred years.”

Shuuichi, who completely agrees with her, says, “You’re biased.”

“I’m right.” She taps her fingers anxiously against the table. “Let me guess, your dad—”

“Doesn’t see the problem. Told me I was going anyway.” Shuuichi barks a tense, humorless laugh, sitting back and pushing a hand through his hair. “Could you imagine? Me, leaving Takashi in that house, with those people? With no one but ghosts to talk to?”

It was inevitable that Hinata would find out about Shuuichi and his brother’s ‘gift,’ given how much time they spend together and all the odd things Takashi says on a daily basis. The most remarkable thing to come of the ultimate reveal was the solid three months she spent relentlessly trying to bribe, coerce and blackmail Shuuichi into using his paper magic to send her notes during school hours, because they were put in different classes in their third year.

Now, she frowns deeply, and says, “No. That won’t do. So what’s the plan?”

“I’m working on it,” Shuuichi replies.

“I would be okay,” Takashi pipes up. Shuuichi looks up to find his little brother standing by the table with wide, grave eyes. He’s tugging anxiously at the cuffs of his sleeves. The worry on his face doesn’t belong there. It doesn’t fit someone his age. “If you had to go.”

Shuuichi pushes his chair back and lifts his arm. Takashi rounds the table and allows himself to be tucked against Shuuichi’s side snugly.

“Maybe you would, but I wouldn’t,” Shuuichi says. “I’d miss bugging you too much.”

“I mean it,” Takashi says stubbornly. “I don’t want you to get yelled at anymore.”

“I mean it, too,” Shuuichi replies. “Dad can yell all he wants. You’re stuck with me, squirt.”

Saying it out loud settles something anxious that’s been rattling around in his chest. Knowing what he has to do makes it easier to focus on the steps that come next. For now, he tilts to the side so that he can rest enough of his weight on his little brother that he starts to sag underneath it.

“Nii-san! Stop, you’re heavy!”

“What was that?” Shuuichi says loudly, tilting farther, half out of his chair at this point. “I’m heavy? Is that what you said?”

The doorbell rings, and Hinata says, “No no, I’ll get it, don’t let me interrupt your intricate bonding rituals,” which is a cue that they should stop messing around and go help her carry in the frankly staggering amount of takeout bags a weary-looking delivery boy is wielding on the porch.

“Munchkin, will you get some glasses and the iced tea?” Hinata asks. “Let’s eat in front of the TV like slobs.”

Takashi slides back into the kitchen, skidding a little too far in his socks and knocking the paper towels off the counter, and Shuuichi snorts. It feels like the first time he’s smiled in a year.

Hinata touches his arm. “Hey,” she says seriously. “I’m going to visit Isamu on Thursday, and I’m staying for about a week. You two should come with. Stop thinking about all this stuff for a bit and give yourself a break.”

“I don’t want to bother you guys—”

“Try not to be an idiot for once in your life,” Hinata says with an exaggerated air of total exhaustion. “You know it wouldn’t be a bother. Besides, Isamu has a little sister Takashi’s age, and she’s into all kinds of weird stuff. They’d probably get along like a house on fire.”

Shuuichi thinks a week in the country sounds pretty good, actually. He’s mulling it over when Takashi comes running; with a stack of colorful plastic glasses in one hand, a pitcher of tea in the other, and a box of Koala March tucked into the crook of his elbow.

“Can I have these, nee-san?” he asks brightly. He looks nine years old again instead of ninety, all that worry from earlier finally unseated.

“Oh, I guess,” Hinata says with deep reluctance, as if she didn’t buy them specifically for Takashi in the first place. She doesn’t even like chocolate. “Dinner first, though! Put those koalas where I can see them!”

She cares about Takashi like it’s effortless. Like it just makes sense to make space for him in her home and keep his favorite snacks in her kitchen. Considering the place they came here from, it disarms Shuuichi completely.

“We’ll go with you,” he says without thinking.

“Of course you will,” Hinata replies immediately. “I was only asking to be polite. Now eat your food.”

And that’s how they wind up in Hitoyoshi, Kumamoto, of all places. It’s unmistakably beautiful but Shuuichi only gets a brief moment to appreciate the scenery before Hinata is dragging him—and by extension, Takashi—out of the station to the street outside, where a familiar face is waiting.

She releases Shuuichi in order to fling herself bodily at Isamu, who doesn’t so much as bat an eye. Hinata is much taller than her boyfriend, which Shuuichi thinks is just typical of Hinata, but Isamu doesn’t care. She could be seventeen feet tall and weigh a thousand pounds and he would still find a way to hold her.

“Hey,” he says over her shoulder, lifting one hand to wave at the Natoris. “Hug train is pulling out of the station, get yours before it’s gone.”

Laughing, Shuuichi says, “I’m good. Takashi?”

“No, thank you,” Takashi says politely.

“Your loss.” Hinata sniffs, and busies herself with picking up the bags she’d flung to the ground. “Is your sister at home?”

“Mhm,” Isamu says, taking one of Takashi’s bags and slinging it over his own shoulder. “She’s shy. I’m amazed she agreed to meet you guys at all. Bribery was involved.”

Takashi shuffles, glancing sideways at Shuuichi.

“I’ll bet you two-thousand yen that you’re best friends by the end of the day,” Shuuichi says at once, to make the situation a win-win. That always works.

Sure enough, Takashi holds out his hand. “Deal.”

They shake on it solemnly.

Isamu gives Shuuichi a deeply approving look and says, “I’ll have to remember that one.”

Tooru and Takashi are actually best friends within about an hour and a half.

Once the Natoris have been settled into a large guest room and wandered around on a cheap tour of the estate, and Hinata has dumped all of her stuff in her boyfriend’s bedroom, Isamu drags Tooru out of hiding to eat a late lunch with them.

Tooru shuffles into the chair across from Takashi and makes her polite introduction, and then mumbles that she only has a couple of friends so she isn’t sure what they ought to talk about. Takashi blithely replies that he doesn’t have any friends, because he can see yokai and people tend to think that’s strange. Shuuichi and Hinata are both frozen, holding their chopsticks halfway to their mouths as they wait to see which way this is going to go, but Isamu just takes an unhurried sip of tea.

And then Tooru lunges across the table to seize Takashi’s hands, shouting, “You can see yokai? You have to come meet my grandpa!” and all but drags him out of the kitchen, their lunches left untouched.

“You might never get your brother back,” Isamu says mildly. “That’s okay, there’s enough space here for two little weirdos.”

“So you believe in ghosts now?” Hinata demands.

“I don’t believe in things I can’t see for myself,” Isamu replies. He waits a beat, rolling a thought around in his head like a marble, and then adds reluctantly, “But if three people I trust can see them, maybe that’s just as good. I already apologized to gramps for thinking he was just a delusional old man.”

“You did not say that to your grandpa,” Shuuichi says, horrified.

“I didn’t say it, I just said I was sorry for thinking it.” Isamu sits back in his chair, frowning at his plate. “Tooru never needed any proof. She believes him just because she loves him. I think there’s value in that. Figured I’d give it a try.”

When Shuuichi tracks the kids down later, they’ve multiplied. Sasago and Urihime are supervising as Tooru, Takashi, and two little boys of a similar age chase each other around the garden, a half-dozen little yokai running underfoot.

Takashi spots him and brightens, breaking away from the game to jump up onto the porch and slam into Shuuichi’s side. Shuuichi ruffles his hair, because it’s already a windswept mess, and it makes Takashi wrinkle his nose in annoyance.

“Taki-ojisan wasn’t feeling well, so he’s taking a nap,” Takashi explains. He’s flushed from the sun and grass-stained. “We had fun, though. All of his yokai friends had lots of things they wanted to say to him so we played telephone. Mostly they were teasing him, which didn’t seem very nice, but it made oji-san laugh a lot.”

“And who are those two?” Shuuichi asks, nodding at the unfamiliar boys.

“Tooru’s friends from school. They were coming by to see if Tooru wanted to go to the river with them, and she introduced me.” Shyly, Takashi adds, “They’re nice.”

“Hey!” the russet-haired boy calls over. “Are we going swimming or what?”

“Can we, please?” Tooru asks, folding her hands together.

His brother gazes up at him with eyes that are big and hopeful, a look that has worked for him for years. Shuuichi shakes his head ruefully.

“As long as you stay with Tooru, and don’t let your phone get soaked,” he says sternly. “And you know to answer when I call, right?”

“Right,” Takashi says, without attitude, because that’s one of their most important rules. “Can I take Urihime with me? She’ll throw Satoru in the water if I ask her to, Sasago won’t.”

“For that reason alone, you’re taking Sasago,” Shuuichi replies.

It’s a noisy circus troupe of kids who finally leave, armed with towels and a bag of snacks pilfered from the kitchen and an entourage of rowdy spirits that only one of them can see.

Shuuichi leans against the gate, watching them go. He’s wary of the unfamiliar yokai, but with his shiki nearby and clearly unbothered, he doesn’t see a reason to break up the strange congregation. Over the years, he’s had to get used to the way Takashi attracts these things. They come to him like moths to a flame.

Most exorcists hate yokai, but Shuuichi doesn’t. How could he? His little brother is a medium, and some of the only people he can count on to babysit for him are his familiars. Yokai are so much a part of his life that to hate them would be to fill his heart with hatred, and he doesn’t have room in his heart for all that. It’s too full of other things.

Hinata joins him by the door.

“You know,” she says carefully, “I was going to bring this up later, but…the university that Isamu and I are going to is only a half-hour away from here. And the schools here are really good.”

Shuuichi stands in the sun, watches his little brother laugh with children his own age, and exhales.

#natsume yuujinchou #natsuyuu #natsumeweek #natori shuuichi #natsume takashi #taki isamu #the squad has finally arrived :') bless #my writing #natsuyuu fic #second hand

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mycptsdstory · 3 years ago

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I have so many memories flooding all at once. This is what I hear;

You're never good enough

Stop acting like a baby

Why are you here?

No one loves you

No one wants you

You're gonna be alone forever

You're just a waist of space

You don't understand what people say, remember you are retarded

I don't know why I bother with you some days

You're just a nuisance

Can't you just shut up!

Ooommmggg!! No one cares about you!

I thought you've already ate. Why do you need more?

You don't need food

You're just gonna die alone, you better get used to it

No one wants you

Why do I bother talking to you?

You're unloved

You're not even wanted

Why do you have the capability to talk?

Omg, shut up! No one cares about you!

Can't you just die already

I'm locking you away because no one deserves to see that face

Why are you here again?

You're a disappointment to my family

Why are you wearing that? You look weird

Why can't you just act normal?

Omg, stop talking. No one cares!

You're just asking for it

Forgive [sperm donors name] because you need to talk to him, he loves you and I know you love him.

No one will date you

Omg look at your hair, it's such a stupid colour

Why do you have such a small nose? It doesn't fit your face.

Why are you wearing that? You're gonna stand out in church? Everyone thinks you're not my child

You don't need food, you just eaten yesterday

She's such an attention seeker

Stop lying!

I bet no one loves her

Ha! I'm glad she's alone, she fucking deserves it

Omg, your mother loves you. Stop trying to get attention

I made friends because someone hates your sister, so therefore I hate you (I never met that someone)

I hate your sister, so I hate you

Why do you have a voice?

Omg, your face is annoying

You don't deserve to be here

Why do you draw? You know you will never be good, right?

You need to be sectioned

Why can't they just throw you in the looney bin and forget about you?

You're crap at everything. I don't know why you bother sometimes

Your sister is always better than you

Stop asking about what this TV show is. Omg, you're so annoying. No one cares about you?

I don't need to tell you what game I'm playing. I don't want you to play, so I can find you. You're existence is already annoying enough

You will never be good at anything

Why do you even try?

Can't you just be dead already

Everyone is wishing you died already, just die already

You do know that, no one loves you

Why can't you be more like you're sister?

You're sister is beautiful, smart... You're just a blob

You don't fit in here. Why are you here?

Omg, can she shut up already? She's so annoying

Omg, why is she trying to fit in? She does know, that no one loves her

Ha! That's funny, everyone does want her dead!

Omg I know right, she's such a "try hard"

I bet, she's crying right now. What a fucking weirdo

I hate her, because of her mother

Ha! You get married, you're gonna die alone

I bet, she has no friends. Serves her right for her mother treating me like that.

Good, she deserves to have no friends. After what her sister did to me, she does deserve it

I bet the "rape" is for her to get attention

Her mother said that she doesn't understand anything, I believe her. I mean look at her, who wants THAT as a partner?

I don't understand why she hasn't killed herself already. No one wants her around

She's so delusional, I hope she gets locked away soon

Omg let's tell her, let's tell her that everyone wants her dead. That will make her kill herself. Then we will cry at the funeral and have a party later

Oh you're here. And, why can't you go somewhere else? No one wants you here.

Can't you just die already?

I hate you because of your sister

I hate you because of your mother

Omg, she's so stupid. Look at her crying!

I bet she's gonna die alone and it's her fault because she brought it on herself, her family hurt me. Now she's gonna pay!

You're so stupid, why are you here?

You are the most dullest person I know

Ha! Unintelligent little bitch, no wonder people want you dead

Why can't you be more like your sister?

I have a bf and you don't! Remember, you're die alone

Why are you here again?

No one wants you!

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oh-katsuki · 3 years ago

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Okay. Lmao. Wtf do you mean by bounderies here? anyone can like him. he was made to the public. you have no right to say that he's yours only. your kiss ass followers might say so but it isnt true. im not a katsuki simp but i know a lot of people who are and they dont gatekeep like you do.

u r delusional if you think someone coming onto my blog and saying he's cheating on me isn't overstepping boundaries.... this is weirdo behavior because that is AN UPSETTING THING TO SAY....

i also... never said people are not allowed to like him??? i just said it was weird to come onto my blog and have someone insert themself into my scenario completely unprompted??? like... this is my space... no one is entitled to anything here and you sure as fuck are not entitled to sending a shitty message like this and expecting me to what?? roll over and die?

"kiss ass followers"... that's also a weird ass thing to say because they are their own individual people who know that it upsets me to hear something like that??? what on EARTH is weird about supporting other people???? acting like they're here for some weird ass reason when the fact is that they're just really cool people? i would do the same for any one of them if i found out about fuckshit happening on their blog.

anyway... this is my blog so i'm gonna do what i'd like to. you can cry about it if you want... or simply unfollow me. because the bottom line is that ALL of my followers who know me know that if they asked... i would say that their fav (katsuki or not) would adore them, regardless of my own personal feelings. ur a weirdo. go somewhere else.

(also i wanna clarify that im not mad at that original anon, i don’t think u knew and this isn’t anger directed at you <3)

#[ 🏩 – chatting ]#hate mail!#this is such a stupid message 😭😭😭#im like... angry that someone would say that about the people who support me #it's upsetting and im sorry someone said that about y'all #ur all so wonderful and im very lucky to have you

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thestyleswritings · 5 years ago

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Sweet Tooth

"So, why is it you're here?" You ask the brunette casually after taking a breath. Trying to play it cool by leaning back in your seat, nearly tipping yourself off of it. Luckily for you, the boy seems to have good reflexes, catching your arm before you could embarrass yourself further.

"Careful there, love. You'll hurt yourself." He says in a raspy baritone voice, steadying you before continuing, "I'm here because I've got a sweet tooth that can sometimes get me into trouble."

Or - The one where you meet Harry at the dentist’s office and things get sticky.

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Warnings: Language, Smut

"You know you have to go to the dentist eventually, right?" Your friend Maggie chastises, fully aware of how truly dental-phobic you are and have always been.

"I understand... But what if I just floss really well? Do I still have to go? Surely it cancels out." You try to negotiate with her, even though you know you'll just end up in the chair either way.

"You're ridiculous, you know. Your appointment is at 4 and you'll be there whether you like it or not." Maggie rolls her eyes at you, turning her attention back to the flatscreen adorning the wall in her living room.

"Think of it this way," she starts, sipping the iced coffee she had all but forgotten about, "the hygienist might be really hot."

"Yeah, the 50-year-old woman that cleans my teeth is a dime." You snort, gathering your coat and bag before standing.

"Anyways, I'd better be off. Wouldn't want to be late to my execution." You say over your shoulder, already halfway to the door. You only hear a scoff, but you assume if you turned to face your friend, you would've seen her roll her eyes at your dramatic tendencies.

—

The train ride to the dentist's office did not take nearly as long as you'd hoped it would, leaving you with 30 minutes to spare before 4 came around. You saw this as either an opportunity to go window shopping very quickly or to sit in the waiting room to try and get comfortable with the atmosphere. You knew it was a bit ridiculous to be afraid to go to the dentist alone at the age of 21, but it was a legitimate fear for you! You'd been knicked as a child one too many times and it stuck with you ever since.

By the time you decided to go upstairs, the waiting room was full of children, adults and elderly people. You didn't even know where to start looking for a seat. Your eyes scanned for a seat that wasn't directly next to someone, especially not the mum with vomit on the shoulder of her shirt, but alas there was no such luck. The only seat that semi appealed to you was directly next to a young man with messy brown hair - probably not far off your age - and he was so handsome, it made you nervous. He wore tan corduroy pants that were almost reminiscent of bellbottoms, a baby blue and white pinstriped button-up with the sleeves about a quarter of the way rolled up beneath a navy coloured cotton sweater vest that had what appeared to be sheep laced on the torso. The coat you assumed he wore here was shoved between himself and the armrest, one long sleeve perched on the chair aside him. He wore glasses low on the bridge of his nose, legs crossed and brows furrowed as he read, idle hand resting atop one of his black Vans. You squinted to see the cover of the book, seeing that it was Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami, one of your favourites. You wonder if it's also one of his, or if he's a first-time reader, but the thought is fleeting; your subconscious prying cut off by movement from the subject.

He could probably feel your gaze on his figure, causing his eyes to snap up from the book perched in his lap to lock directly with your own. It's almost like he could feel how uncomfortable you were, standing off to the side next to the coat rack and magazine table. Almost like he couldn't help himself from asking you to sit down wordlessly by moving his long dark coat from drooping onto the seat beside his very own, then faintly nodding to it.

You could feel your throat swell as you walked to him, praying to any god willing to listen that you wouldn't trip on your own feet or snag your knee on the coffee table. You were notorious for being a bit clumsy. You noticed, as you got closer, the intensity of his stare. The green of his eyes nearly causing your breath to catch at the back of your throat.

Taking a seat, you move your canvas bag to your lap before slightly facing him. You didn't know the proper etiquette for things like this. Should you have just ignored him after you sat, or do you carry on with a conversation? You raise your gaze once again to look him in the eyes, and unlike moments earlier, he had already been looking at you. Your bottom lip gets caught beneath your upper front teeth, biting the soft flesh to keep in a gasp. He was truly a specimen up close, and you wanted nothing more at that moment than the ability to freeze time, just to get a longer look at him without being caught.

"Careful there, love. You'll hurt yourself." He says in a raspy baritone voice, steadying you before continuing, "I'm here because I've got a sweet tooth that can sometimes get me into trouble."

He must know how that sounded.

"I'm uh, I'm just here for a cleaning and some x-rays." You wince at the words that pass your lips, cringing at the thought that soon someone would come and call your name, leading you into that room which has a smell you nary forget.

The boy laughs, clearly both hearing and seeing your distaste at the thought. You forego being annoyed at his mocking and leap straight to intrigue. The way his eyes crinkled at the corners, the faint scrunch of his nose, the way his head tilted just the slightest bit backwards. It all pulled you in and refused to let you go.

"Tha's not too bad, y'know. I have to get one of my teeth drilled into." He says like it's just a minor inconvenience. You can practically feel the blood drain from your face. Drill!? Like a fucking construction site!?

He laughs again, this time shaking his hair away from his eyes afterwards. "I have a cavity. I told you, the sweet tooth gets me into trouble." He tells you, and you could swear he winked.

"I thought you were using a pun as a pickup line." You say before you can stop yourself, preparing yourself for him to look back at you like you were some delusional weirdo.

"It might've had a dual purpose, yeah." He smirks, a deep dimple making itself known on the side of his face. As if he could become more attractive. It almost makes you want to roll your eyes.

"Alright. So, the book. You enjoying it? It's one of my favourites." You tell him, gesturing towards the book, now closed.

"Weird way to phrase it. The book is kinda dark, wouldn't you say?" He counters, resting his elbow on his knee before placing his palm on his face. Fully engaging you in conversation now.

"Hell yeah. But it's so beautifully written and so gripping. Is this your first read?" You wonder aloud.

"I keep it on rotation. The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion and Marie Kondo's The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up seem to wind up in that rotation too. Sometimes I throw in Love Is A Mixtape from Rob Sheffield if I'm feeling particularly mushy. You?" He tugs his lip in thought, awaiting your reply.

"I love Marie Kondo. She's the only reason I keep my apartment tidy. I love basically any book, but I keep It's Kind of A Funny Story on my bedside table at all times. I'm drawing a blank right now, but my bookshelf gets proper attention, I swear." You laugh, triggering his own to bubble up from his throat.

"So wha's your name, sweetheart?" He asks, and you nearly don't tell him. The sound of the nickname falling from his lips is too tempting to ignore.

"Mhm... You first." You challenge, squinting as if daring him to inquire again before answering you.

"M'Harry. Friends call me H. You can call me when I get outta here at 5:30 to have coffee at my place." He smiles. You'd usually get up and sit somewhere else, with the puke stained mum for instance, but your legs won't allow it. And why should they? What's the problem with entertaining this pretty, pretty man?

"I preferred the sweet tooth comment, personally, but I won't prosecute you for that stinker." Playfully tutting before actually telling him your name. He says it under his breath as if testing the way it felt on his tongue before smiling again.

“Well, I wasn’t joking, I’d actually like to have you over for coffee if you’d like. I promise I’m not a weird pervert. I can even tell my roommate to come home early if it makes you feel better.” Harry fumbled with his words, further endearing you. You snort a laugh at his phrasing before nodding your head.

“You don’t have to call your roommate, I’m sure you’re not a murderer. Anyway, my friend has my location on so she’ll know exactly where to send the cops in the event I turn up missing.” You gest, nudging his forearm with your elbow.

—

You didn't know how you'd ended up in this situation. In the hour and a half it took for Harry's appointment to be completed, you walked around aimlessly talking to Maggie- or frantically shouting if you asked Maggie- about what steps to take from here. You had actually been so caught up in this whole "date" ordeal that the teeth cleaning breezed by. She snorted a laugh at your obvious hesitation, knowing this wasn't very "you". You weren't usually the type to even accept compliments, but here you were, ready to risk it all for a man you'd met a mere 120 minutes ago.

"But what if he's a player? What do I do then?" You'd asked, answered yet again with a snort. "You fuck him and forget it. It happens all the time. It's just a bit of good fun." Maggie reassured you. To her, a casual 6 o'clock shag was nothing out of the ordinary. Pacing around Fifth Avenue, you awaited a text. A simple "hey" to set your anxieties through the roof. Anything. You just wanted to be out of your misery already. It wasn't like you'd never done this before, or even that you'd only done it a handful of times, but something about the prospect of hooking up with a boy from your dentist's office felt strange. Did people meet their soul mates this way, or was this really an odd thing? Don't people usually meet in clubs and bars? There's hardly anything sexy about having your teeth scraped and drilled into. Maybe you could spin an innuendo out of that if you tried. The moment your phone buzzed, you couldn't help the squeal that passed your lips.

H 127 W4th Street, Apartment 3F

—

You'd only gone over for a coffee and a chat, honestly. So how you ended up with Harry's lips attached to your neck, you hadn't the fuzziest clue. If you were being honest, it was more on you than him.

"So you've got a sweet tooth." You say, smirking from behind the brim of the mug as you watched him take a sip from his own. "Ah, the rumours are true." He tuts, taking a sip of the black coffee.

"But your coffee is black, and you didn't put any sugar in it." You point out, deadpan.

"Doesn't mean I'm not naughty sometimes." He's talking about the sugar, you know he is. But his eyes are telling you he wants to go further into the discussion. Taunting, almost.

"Prove it."

So that's how you'd ended up here, really. With your fists scrunching up his baggy striped shirt, both of your breath becoming shallower and shallower as your lips smacked together. He had taken off the vest before you'd arrived, you noticed in your slight haze. His kisses trailed from your lips to your cheek, from your cheek to your jaw, then your neck. Each touch of his wet lips leaving a lingering buzz to your skin. He pulled away from your neck momentarily, breathing heavily before biting onto his own bottom lip.

"You wanna...?" Harry trailed off, chest rising and falling noticeably, lips shining under his dim room light. You saw his eyes flick towards a door to the left of you both. You could feel your heart drop to your stomach, or rather, beneath your bellybutton. You know the feeling well. At that moment, you decide to throw caution to the wind. Who's to say this wasn't the time to sew your wild oats, so to speak?

"You asking if I want a shag?" You smirk back at him. He really wasn't as scary as he seemed at first. He actually seemed to be your equal; nervously navigating life with a bit of sarcasm and a dash of wit.

"You're mad. But yes." Harry laughs in bemusement. Perhaps he had pegged you for shier than you appeared now. Not that he'd complain.

The two of you stand, Harry quickly grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles before pulling you towards the closed door.

"I er- obviously wasn't expecting a bird over after the doctors visit, so my rooms in shambles at the moment, sorry." He admits sheepishly. You just raised one shoulder in a shrug in response, giggling at the way his cheeks dusted rosy pink and the way he pronounced the word obviously. Obvioushry.

Stepping inside, you see that he was massively overexaggerating. There were a few fun coloured tops on the ground in a heap, accompanied by another small pile of trousers and jeans. Clearly, he'd meant to do the washing up when he came home, but not everything always goes according to plan. You certainly didn't expect this either.

Your thoughts are instantly placed aside as you felt two strong hands on either of your hips and the steady stream of breath upon your neck, soft lips dragging along the surface there. You roll your head to the side to grant him more of a canvas to paint his wet kisses, subtly pushing your behind into him. The groan that vibrates your skin tells you that he felt it. More gracefully than you'd ever be able to manage, your top is removed from your body by the man behind you in a flash.

"Le's get comfortable, yeah? You'll be here a while." The gruff tone of his voice so near to your ear excites you, sending a shiver down the column of your spine. As you sit on his bed, you raise your gaze to observe him. A tall, gangly thing, but somehow solid and muscular simultaneously. His nimble fingers are quick to undo the buttons of the shirt adorning his torso, revealing intricate artwork penned on his skin. From where you sat, you could see two birds, a butterfly and a birdcage. You wondered what moved him to get these particular pieces.

"You'll have to excuse me if 'm a bit rubbish, it's been ages," Harry laughs pathetically, capturing his bottom lip once again beneath his endearingly large front teeth. You don't even get a moment to react as he lunges forth, cementing your lips together in a harsh kiss that does little to undo the ball of tension you've felt building since you'd arrived. You feel the weight of his groin pressed against your own, slowly rocking back and forth, side to side. The pressure is delicious and you can't remember the last time you'd felt this exhilarated thanks to another person.

His lips detach from your own again, opting to kiss your exposed chest instead, grabbing the cup of your bra before looking to you with pleading eyes. Begging to see you in nothing but his embrace. The granting nod of your head is slight, but he notices. He pulls the cup down with no trouble, laying the thick of his tongue against your areola, lapping it around the area like he was trying to lick up all the frosting from a cupcake.

You felt dizzy as he began to suck on it, a moan being ripped from the pit of your chest. The noise seemed to spur Harry on, biting down softly before kissing down from your chest to your midsection, only stopping to peer up at you. Making sure you were still all in and just as eager as he was. The rational part of your brain knew where he was trailing his kisses. You knew he fully intended to put his mouth to good use, but it didn't stop your mind from the nervous thoughts it was producing.

"You want me to prove I've got a sweet tooth, angel? I'll prove it to ya," Harry says, breath shallow in pure excitement. If the situation weren't so filthy, you'd think it wholesome. A kiss is pressed to your upper thigh, causing your muscles to clench and your breathing to halt. You could feel each breath that passed through his nostrils, washing over the delicate plush skin it hit.

Harry took not a second to prepare for you, instead just peeling the pink lace from your behind and tossing them to the corner of his room. He stopped your legs from closing, taking a moment to peer between your legs where you were no doubt dripping for him. You'd be embarrassed if you weren't so eager, but from the way his nostrils flare and his eyes darken, you can tell he may not mind it.

"Looks sweet, y'know," he breathes, warm breath now coating you in the most sinfully delightful way. You look down at him fast enough to catch his tongue leave his mouth to find your centre, immediately causing your body to tense. He started slowly at first, giving you a deep kiss between your legs before beginning to stroke his tongue against your clit in quick succession. It was mind-blowing, how quickly you felt yourself unravel. Your eyes wanted to clench shut desperately, but your mind wouldn't allow it. You couldn't possibly tear your eyes from the sight of the lower half of Harry's face pressed flat against your aching cunt, licking sucking and nibbling to his heart's content. His strong hands gripping your hips in an attempt to steady your rocking body. Your moans picked up with his rhythm, hand sneaking down to grasp his long locks between your fingers.

"Harry, ungh, I'm gonna, uh! Fuck," you cried, tried warning him of your imminent end, but your voice just wouldn't allow it. You could faintly feel Harry moving the mattress with his quick ruts to the bed in search of some form of release, groaning and moaning against your sensitive skin.

"C'mon then, lovie. Tastes so good, want more," He coaxes, voice deeper than it had been when he'd spoken earlier. He shook his tongue against you, releasing one of his hands from your hip to slide a finger into you, curving once he'd buried it as far as you'd permit. He removed it before twirling it back in, swivelling it in a circular motion and repeating. The combination of his wicked tongue, finger and moans had you coming to your end and had Harry lapping it up like a dog in heat.

"God! Harry," You moaned loudly, holding tighter onto his hair. You knew you ought to ease up a bit, but he continued driving his finger in and out of you, nearly making you lose your mind. He was groaning against you, tongue never letting up until you'd finally had enough, pulling your legs together and pushing his head away.

"Told ya I have a sweet tooth. I reckon I'll have you over at least once a week, if you'll let me." He smirks cheekily from the end of the bed, swiping the back of his hand across his chin to rid himself of your slick. For the first time in a long time, you were speechless. Instead of speaking, you reach down to grab at his shoulder, weakly attempting to pull him up the bed. He chuckles at your feeble try, accommodating you by dragging himself up to your face, kissing your nose gingerly.

"Please Harry, I-" You didn't want to seem desperate, but at the moment, you felt terribly empty and you wanted him to just get on with it. You could feel the heavy length of him sat right on your clit, the corduroy material of his pants giving a certain friction that was fulfilling, but not entirely.

"M' mouth wasn't enough, pet? Want more? Want me to stuff ya full?" He murmurs the filthy words against your skin, nipping at it every once in a while. You nod so vigorously he's afraid your head will fall to the ground. With another deep chuckle, he places a soft kiss to the crown of your head as he reaches to his bedside table for a condom.

"Sure about this? I can just wank off if you don't wanna," Harry reassures her, fidgeting with the foil packaging. You can't help but press a firm kiss to the beauty mark by his lip, giggling at his words.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Don't make me beg for it." You plead, fully aware that you'd beg in a heartbeat if it meant you could see this pretty boy in such a vulnerable state. He didn't have to know that, though.

He nodded before unwrapping the plastic sheath, unravelling it on himself before giving himself a few purposeful tugs. The tension of his bicep and the soft grunts causing you to ache for him. He guides himself down to where he knows you're ready to take him, locking eyes with yours once more before shoving his hips forward. He didn't stop until he was bottomed out, heavy balls resting atop your behind. The initial push had you both reeling; clenched eyes and furrowed brows as you both adjusted to the new feeling. You'd never been with anyone bigger, and he could've sworn he'd never felt such a warm, wet, inviting cunt in his life. He could've blown his load right then.

"God, princess. You've got the tightest little pussy, haven't you?" He was egging you on, wanting you to become more vocal. Dying to hear the strain in your voice, fully fucked out. You whimper in reply, jutting your hips up into his to get him to move. Your motion caught him off guard, causing the muscles in his stomach to become taught as he groaned.

"Gotta warn a lad if you're gonna move, lovie. Nearly nutted off." Harry breathed a laugh before pulling his hips back halfway, slowly inching himself back in. You'd never felt such pleasure from such minimal movement, but the way he was digging into you had you breathless in no time.

"Good, so so good," you panted out, gripping his shoulders tightly as if you'd float away otherwise. Both of your bodies were working together like a well-manufactured machine, pushing and pulling in the best ways.

"Yeah? You like it slow, then? Like it when you can feel me here?" Harry boasted, pressing his large palm on your tummy just below your belly button. The next thrust he delivered made you scream out involuntarily, backing up towards the top of the bed. You hadn't expected to feel him brush against the palm of his own hand, but the added pressure set you off, rolling your eyes backwards and crying out in pure bliss.

"Fuck, keep sayin' my name, lovie. Neighbours'll hear me giving you a proper fucking shag," He groaned, picking up the pace minutely, holding onto your hip with his free hand. "Don't run from it, darlin, take me. Fucking feel me," you could tell he was losing himself, slowly beginning to babble incoherently. You felt a surge of arousal at the fact you had this stranger in such a state.

"Harry, I'm gonna fucking come again," you moaned loudly, upon his request but mainly because you really couldn't help yourself. Your moans were becoming higher pitched and more frequent, and you could tell it was feeding Harry's ego very well, fueling his own end.

"Yeah? G'na come for me again? G'na let me feel it?" He grunted, bottoming out and swivelling his pelvis atop your own, pubis rubbing against your already overstimulated clit. That, in combination with his gruff voice and the sweat dripping off his own body onto yours, finished you off, clenching your core down onto his stiff prick deep within you, throwing your head back in defeat. You let the overwhelming pleasure course through your veins, bucking your hips blindly into his and mutter his name repeatedly.

Seeing your beautiful face screwed up in pleasure whilst you whined and moaned that he was so good really did Harry in. In fact, a particularly filthy cry of his name is what did it for Harry, spewing all the spunk he was worth into the latex. His body folded, narrowly missing your body as he collapsed onto his Queen sized mattress, a sweaty and exhausted mess.

It took the pair of you a couple of minutes to catch your breath before either of you spoke. You thought he may never say anything, but as he lifted his head from your breasts to make eye contact with you, you smirked.

"Think I can convince you to stay the night?" He asked dreamily, a glint in his eye. And really, how could you refuse?

This is my first published work, so please be kind to her!! I worked on it for quite a while, so feedback is always appreciated!

#Harry Styles #Harry Styles AU #Harry Styles Smut #Harry Styles Fic #HS #1DFF #1D FanFic #masterlist #mobile masterlist

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ratmonky · 5 years ago

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The Danger Next Door

Tenko would have been much worse is he hadn’t met AFO.

AO3 Link

Warnings on this chapter: mentions of animal abuse, animal death, stalking, bullying

Word Count: 1.8K

Looking back, you couldn’t remember when was the first time you had met Tenko. He had told you that you two had met in the town’s playground when you were both seven but you were sure you had seen him somewhere else even before that.

Tenko had lived in the house next to yours. Your room was across his. His father was friends with yours and your mother worked in the agency Tenko’s father worked. Most people and your family considered you two as childhood friends.

Tenko had warmed up to you very quickly. He declared you as his best friend forever.

You, on the other hand, considered Tenko as anything but your friend. He was weird. Nobody wanted to hang out with him, neither did you but you were forced by your parents to play with him.

There were rules though.

You weren’t supposed to let Tenko touch you without his gloves and you were told to tell a grown-up if Tenko ever took off his gloves.

Your parents kept telling you about how Tenko had to wear those special gloves and if he didn’t he would hurt someone.

As long as you followed the rules you would be safe… right?

~~~

Tenko liked to hike with you.

You were always so squeamish about the dead animals you two found by ‘coincidence’ and you yelled at Tenko to not touch them.

“You touch it!” Tenko cheered you on excitedly, beckoning you to crouch next to him and touch the decaying rabbit.

“Can we just go home?” you nagged.

“Just touch and.. and we’ll go home!”

“Promise?” you hesitantly asked. Tenko never held his promises.

“Promise,” he smiled.

You reluctantly walked closer to him and crouched next to the dead rabbit. From up close the animal looked worse. It had been manifested with maggots and you could see the weird wound it had. The poor animal didn’t have its lower half, probably eaten by some predator.

Slowly you reached your hand to touch it but your body wouldn’t let you. The dead animal was far too disgusting to look at.

When you made a move to retrieve your hand, Tenko grabbed you by your wrist and led your hand to the corpse of the animal. You shrieked as he forced you to stick your hand inside the wound.

“Tenko! Stop!” you cried, you could feel the larvae squirming around your hand. The weird yellow fluid started oozing out from the animal and covered your hand.

Only when you started scream crying Tenko let your hand go.

You went running back home. No matter how much you washed your hand or tried to scrub it, the stench never left.

You cried yourself to sleep that night.

~~~

One day just before a month you two started the last year of the middle school, Tenko dragged you to an abandoned storage cabin in the forest to show you all the treasures he had been collecting ever since he had inherited his Quirk.

The things Tenko collected weren’t anything you had seen before. They weren’t rocks or leaves.

“This is Mon!” Tenko said excitedly. “He’s cute, right? You love him, right?”

You stood there petrified as he held the dead dog up to your face by its tail, encouraging you to pet it.

You screamed.

Tenko panicked and tried to stop you from screaming. “He’s just my pet dog!”

That didn’t work.

You turned around on your heels to get out of there but Tenko caught you by your wrist and overpowered you easily. He used his entire weight to push you down and sat on your back to keep you in place.

“Let me go!” you squirmed under him and cried.

“Promise me you won’t tell my dad,” he pleaded. He was still holding what was remained of his dead pet. “I have to keep Mon here with everyone because my dad doesn’t like them, ” he said. “If you tell my dad he’ll take them away from me!”

You refused to listen and kept on crying. Which made Tenko snap. He grabbed a fistful of your hair with his free hand and pulled your head back by your hair. “Promise me.”

You kept on crying.

Tenko reached to his newest pet he had adopted, Haku. He put Mon down and threw Haku right in front of you.

Haku was a skunk flooded with maggots.

You gagged and tried to move away from it but Tenko held you in place. He took off his glove, reached to Haku and touched the dead animal. You watched as the skunk slowly decayed and with the unbearable smell of rotten flesh filling your nostrils, you threw up your lunch.

Somehow disgusted by your puke but not by his dead animal collection, Tenko got up from your back, giving you a chance to escape.

You ran without looking back yet you heard him loud and clear.

“If you tell anyone about Mon-chan, I’ll kill you!”

That was the last time you had ever talked to Tenko. You never told anyone about anything that happened.

~~~

You remembered it now.

You had first seen Tenko in the news.

He was the boy who had inherited a mutant Quirk and had accidentally killed everyone in his family but his father.

You felt kind of bad for him but you brushed it off once you started your last year in school and made new friends.

Tenko didn’t make any new friends. He desperately waited for you to talk to him and return to the abandoned storage cabin in the forest to play with him.

But you never did. You kept going further away, getting more and more popular and loved by others, forgetting about Tenko.

~~~

“Can I sit here with you-”

You didn’t look up to Tenko, you immediately left, leaving your lunch behind.

Defeated, Tenko sat down and noticed the lip balm you had left behind. When he was sure nobody was looking, he took it. Just like he did with most of your stuff.

~~~

The mentor asked you where you wanted to study in high school, you told him you wanted to go to the public high school in Kamino.

Outside the mentor’s office, Tenko scribbled down the name of the high school he heard in his notebook.

~~~

You had thought if you had chosen a highschool far far away from home, you would finally manage to get away from him.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Because here he was, sitting right next to you during the opening ceremony.

Tenko tried to talk to you but you didn’t answer. You kept on ignoring him, wishing to have chosen the public highschool in Fukuoka. Maybe then you would never have to see him again.

What you didn’t know was that he would follow you to the edge of this world. No matter how far.

~~~

Thankfully, Tenko wasn’t in your class. That meant you would be at least more free and lively without being scared of accidentally looking at him with a smile on your face, giving him a reason to be happy about.

Your new classmates were friendly. They liked you a lot and you liked them. Every passing week you started to get more and more popular as Tenko got more and more isolated in his own class.

But that didn’t stop Tenko from coming to your class and try to get your attention during each break.

Although you continued to ignore him, your classmates started to notice how desperate he was to talk to you. People started to call him weird names and laugh at him because of his obsession with you.

Whenever one of your friends asked you if Tenko was someone you knew, your answer was always that you didn’t know who he was and you thought he was a stalker.

Your explanation of the situation made it clear that Tenko was actually obsessed with you. Your friends started telling Tenko to go back to his class and yell at his face for being such a creep.

One day, when you were cleaning the classroom after school with your friend, Tenko came to the classroom. He stood by the door and watched you two.

Irritated by you not saying anything to the stalker, your friend wanted to take the matters into his hands and went a little overboard.

“What are you waiting for? Go home weirdo!” He pushed Tenko very slightly.

Although he was very tall and built, the push hadn’t been that strong, Tenko was furious.

He pushed him back and the guy who was double the size of Tenko almost flew across the classroom. He stumbled back and fell on the floor after losing his balance.

You went running to your friend. He started yelling at Tenko, telling him to go and die.

“Do you know about my Quirk?” you watched as Tenko’s good hand reached to his other hand, threatening to take his glove off.

He had to be fucking kidding.

But this was Tenko, he didn’t joke around.

You were trapped in the empty classroom with no one around.

“Why can’t you just give up?” you asked. “I don’t want to be your friend.” Your voice was quivering in fear. You couldn’t stop thinking about the dead animals he made you touch. Your hands started to shake.

“I don’t want you to be my friend,” Tenko furrowed his brows while talking. He looked sweaty, desperate and obsessed. “I want you to be mine.”

“Huh?” your friend scoffed, holding onto you as he got up. “Just how delusional are you? She told you she doesn’t want to be with you. Are you mentally deranged or something?”

Tenko smiled at you. “She likes me.”

You opened your mouth to tell him you didn’t like him but your friend spoke over you.

“What if she’s dating someone else? Then what?” he asked.

Tenko stumbled on his words. “She’s not dating anyone,” he muttered.

Your friend put his arm around you and glowered at Tenko. “What if I told you that we were dating?”

You were as surprised as Tenko but managed to not show it through your facial expressions, you knew your friend was saying this to get Tenko to leave you alone.

Dead silence fell in the classroom. You shifted on your foot uncomfortably as Tenko’s eyes widened. He stood right in front of you for a moment. His eyes went back and forth between you and your friend but he never said anything. Then the unthinkable happened, Tenko left without any fuss.

Your friend started walking you home and never left you alone to make sure Tenko never approached you again. Your friend sat with you during breaks whenever Tenko came by.

And after a while, Tenko stopped coming to your class during breaks.

You had thought he had finally given up.

#stalking #tw animal abuse #i wasn't gunna post this until it was finished but my head is empty as hell #the nightclub was closed #Thank you COVID-19! Very cool!#fr I hate this #i was planning on drinking tonight #fuck this fucking shit mf

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bigskydreaming · 6 years ago

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LOL, any time I try and make plans or estimates, the universe is like hahahaha, surprise, fuck-o! so, you think I’d stop doing that but I never learn, OH WELL.

Anyway, obvsly didn’t update LC like I thought I was going to last week, but my previous intentions laid out in that post still hold, just....slower. Got yet another CT scan to get done today, so off to that in a few, but let’s call this Lightning Crashes, Chapter 6A for now, with the actual fic actually updated once all three parts of Chapter 6 are ready.

CHAPTER 6A

Two more anticlimactic weeks into the most exciting thing to ever happen to her, Kira was forced to come to one of two conclusions:

1) She was completely paranoid, delusional and a bit of a narcissist, convinced everyone and their mother was out to get her or at least drive her nuts

2) She really was the focus of some secret, shadowy government agency that employed adorable five foot tall freshmen with scraggly peach fuzz in place of the facial hair they were in a clear hurry to grow because who knows, masculinity merit badges or whatever. Boys are weird.

Anyway. It was definitely one of those two things. Problem was, she had no idea which.

She didn’t feel like she was in a super big hurry to get confirmation one way or the other though, no matter how crazy it was making her. So she made an abrupt heel turn and noped her way in the opposite direction when she saw Scott Vasquez waiting anxiously outside her English classroom.

Lurking, she meant. That was definite lurking behavior, no matter if said lurker was shuffling his feet, biting his lip and looking all sorts of nervous and cute while running a hand through his hair. The movement made the bicep beneath his long-sleeved shirt go all taut and…muscle-y. And…oh my god what was she doing, what was wrong with her, do not crush on your stalker Kira, he is not cute, what is your brain damage even. Maybe she had Stockholm Syndrome. Did that still count if he was just stalking her and hadn’t actually kidnapped her yet?

Yet? YET? Oh good god, where was an intervention when she needed one? She needed better friends, clearly, there would be no kidnapping, PERIOD, what the hell self, that is not relationship goals!

UGH WHY WAS SHE THINKING ABOUT A RELATIONSHIP IN THE CONTEXT OF WEIRDO CUTE BOY WHO WAS STALKING HER???

“Kira, wait up!” She heard Scott call out behind her and her skin did that weird tingling thing that made her blood start to buzz like liquid lightning crackling through her veins. Rude, even his voice was hot, it was all deep but soft and how dare evil government agencies employ not just cute boys but cute boys with hot, throaty voices, that was just genius and downright…insidious.

“Sorry, I’m late to class!” Kira yelled over her shoulder and quickened her steps. She could hear him jogging to keep up, not even breathing hard, because of course he was athletic too.

“Umm, I know, we’re in the same English class. It’s back that way?”

“No habla ingles!”

…she clearly was not qualified for like, any of this.

Scott pulled ahead of her and turned around so he was walking backwards. He held his hands out in front of him in an obvious effort to come off as safe and non-threatening, making no move to come any closer even when she skidded to a stop. He looked…concerned. And maybe even a little amused?

“What?” She snapped when seconds continued to tick by without another word from him. He blinked and then shook his head like coming out of a daze.

“Sorry, I just, that was kinda funny because we’re also in the same Spanish class, y’know?”

Her face burned. Right. That.

“Well, its not like I could pretend to speak anything else. Just because I’m Korean and Japanese doesn’t mean I actually speak either of those things, okay?”

His brow furrowed. “I didn’t assume you did?”

She deflated. Everyone always said the best defense was a good offense but nobody ever mentioned that staying on the offensive was really hard when the other person refused to get offended.

“Well. Good.”

He nodded then and took a deep breath, visibly steeling himself. Which was all kinds of weird, because what did HE have to be nervous about? He was the one stalking HER!

“Okay, so. Look. I’m really sorry for like, all of this. We went about this all wrong and I don’t blame you for being freaked out and I’d like to start over and just…can we go somewhere and talk? And I can try and explain? Anywhere you want, just not…here here.”

That was not remotely something she was prepared for. Not that she was prepared for any of this. Whatever the hell this was. She took a step back, trying to gauge his sincerity even as she became aware for the first time that they were still in the middle of the hall and it was in between classes. While other students were giving them a wide berth, there was no shortage of curious glances being thrown their way. Her skin tingled again. She was not at all used to being the center of attention and this did not feel anywhere near as rewarding as it seemed in her occasional (well, rare, really rare) daydreams about being super popular.

After a few moments of consideration, she huffed an aggravated breath that blew stray hair out of her face and stomped over to an out of the way alcove where a little-used exit led to a small outdoor study area. She did not exude grace. Scott gave her a few seconds head start, and then when she stopped in the alcove and made no attempt to go outside, he hesitantly joined her in the out of the way doorway. Still in clear view of everyone in the hall but no longer right in the midst of everything.

He made an effort to still leave a few feet of separation between them, out of arms’ reach. Which she did not appreciate exactly, because she did not appreciate any of this and wanted that on record. But she did note it. Unfortunately, Kira also noted that the less threatening he became, the more aware of his obnoxious cuteness she became. And she was not a fan.

Its not like she’d ever spent a ton of time contemplating what her priorities would be should she ever star in some government conspiracy young adult dystopian adventure. But she’d always kinda assumed that at the very least she’d be able to go five seconds without concentrating on the way the mysterious secrecy boy in said adventure had soft brown eyes that managed to sparkle even though that was not an adjective normally associated with that particular eye color. Seriously, how was he doing that. Stop it.

Oh thank god, her ire was back.

“Look, I may not know what’s going on here, but let’s make one thing clear,” Kira hissed in a low voice. She was the one to close the distance between them, which…why, as she stepped forward and jabbed a finger at his chest. He didn’t flinch. She did though, kinda, because his pecs were like rock solid, what the hell, this was so unfair. “I don’t care who you are, but I, mister, am no Bella Swan.”

Scott blinked. His mouth fell open a little as he tilted his head, his eyes going distant and a little glazed as she could almost see his thoughts racing behind them, trying to figure something out. Then they focused again and he looked down at her with a frown.

“I don’t know who that is,” he admitted. “Is she in one of our classes?”

She stared. “What? No. Twilight?”

His frown deepened. He looked around the hall for a second, landing on a patch of sunlight on the floor beneath a window. Then he looked back at her, his eyes crinkling with something that vaguely registered as concern.

“Kira, it’s ten in the morning.”

What? “Yeah, I know. How do you not know what Twilight is? By Stephanie Meyer? Bella Swan, Edward Cullen, you seriously have no idea what I’m talking about?”

Scott’s face cleared, eyes widening and cheeks darkening slightly. The top of his ears reddened. “Oh right, sorry,” he said, obviously embarrassed. Ew, now she felt bad and also he was back to being cute. Why was she even bothering at this point. “The book. Got it. Sorry, I haven’t read it. Is it good?”

Her brain had broken like, at least ten minutes ago, so she decided to let her mouth just do whatever. It’s not like an actual filter had contributed anything useful to this conversation.

“I mean, its not bad, but I wouldn’t call it good exactly. I was talking more about the movie anyway, but…oh my god this is not the point. I’m just…look, so there’s a girl in it and she gets involved in all this weird stuff because of the hot vampire boy in her class and it felt like there were parallels to this whatever that all this is. So I’m just saying, I am no Bella Swan because I think she gets a lot of criticism that’s not totally fair but at the same time she definitely makes choices that I think are dumb and that’s all. I was just clarifying that do not expect that I am someone who will make dumb choices just because. Ugh you know what, just forget it.”

She wanted to melt into a puddle five seconds after her brain did catch up and realized she’d basically told him she’d categorized him as her hot YA love interest. But in the one bit of good fortune bestowed on her and her dignity today, that was not the part he’d fixated on. If anything, he looked weirdly insulted.

“Wait, do you think I’m a vampire?”

She stared at him helplessly.

“You know what, I don’t even care if you’re gonna axe murder me or abduct me to take part in some weird government experiments. Fine, let’s have your freaking conversation. Come on.”

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forever-once-gone · 3 years ago

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I finally was able to take a break away from my studies long enough to read chapter four and, MY GOD, was it worth it!!

So like, was the hooded figure Hoseok? He’s the only one that we’re yet to see so far… I doubt it was Tae or Yoongi as they both would probably have had to change very quickly. So Hoseok, maybe? It has to be one of the boys, since it seems like the reader only gets the creeps when it’s one of them. If I’m not mistaken, she hasn’t gotten these creeps from anyone else from what we’ve seen in the story, right?

Okay, okay, moving on from the hooded figure, I just find it so cute that Jungkook was sending I’m her Cooky stickers lol. Why is this weirdo so cute?!? 😩 Adorable. And the way that he’s probably trying to win her over by doing all the work, a sure fire way to anyone’s heart. That is if he weren’t also a stalker… but everyone’s got a little… quirk to them, no? Lol

So like Taehyung is genuinely so scary in this. Like the way that he grabs onto her when he sees her, and just gets all close to her. The amount of times he just like GRABS her—like NO! Don’t do that!! 😬 And the way that he just like time and time again looked at her or Yoongi all mad—yikes. The jobs that he said they did have to be fake, right? The way that Yoongi didn’t even seem to want to tell her that he’s an accountant almost make it seem like Tae had been the one to choose the fake jobs and purposely chose an “embarrassing” job for him. And like Yoongi didn’t want to say it, but had to ‘cause of Tae.

I love that reader was thirsting over Yoongi’s hands ‘cause SAME lol. Okay that aside, I’m thinking that Yoongi was the one who actually released Yeontan and urged him to go towards the reader. It would make sense since he came from that direction, and he could also watch over her and make sure that Tae was positioned right where she was heading so that they didn’t accidentally miss her if she went some other way. And then he just lied that he was looking for Yeontan in that direction. Also it’s interesting that he also has that same heat in his eyes that Tae has but in just a slightly smaller scale. And the fact that the reader recognizes him from somewhere… I’m just so curious where!! Come on reader, remember!! It can help you so much!!

So like when the reader told them about her stalker, they shared a look. They obviously know about one another, so when they heard about other gifts that they must not recognize giving, or the other giving, did they realize that there are others? Does that mean that Tae’s thanks was sincere, that he is thankful that reader told them so he actually will hunt the other(s) down? It would be kind of funny if they didn’t think there was another and they just thought the other had gotten reader the gifts they didn’t give her lol. But the look they shared… I think they know now. I think that was the moment.

It’s so hard to determine who is really in charge between the two of them… like sometimes it feels like Tae, while other times—like when Yoongi got Tae to leave the reader alone when she didn’t want to have dinner with them—Yoongi seems like the one reeling Tae back in. So interesting, and I can’t wait to see more of their dynamic!

Ooo, also I forgot to mention, but the fact that Tae realizes that he’s scary makes him even scarier. Like he isn’t delusional, he knows exactly what he’s doing and how it’s impacting her. Every scary bit of what he’s done has been purposeful. That’s fucking terrifying.

This chapter was amazing! Maggy you never disappoint! I hope you’re taking care of yourself and that everything is well with your sister, and the rest of your family as well! Sending you loads of love!!! 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

lovesick (IV)

— pairing: yandere ot7 x (f) reader — word count: 7k — warnings: yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, general creepy behaviour — summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late. — amazing cover by @leithold!

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“Finally,” You mumble as you take off your apron, rolling out your stiff shoulders.

Exhaustion has been clinging to your body for a while now, and it’s hard to shake it off when you feel like you’re being stretched thin from all sides. It’s a constant cycle of worrying about university, money and him. There’s never room for you to rest, and you’re just so damn tired.

You exit the tiny break room; breathing in the strong scents of coffee and vanilla that’s drifting through the air as you slip on your coat. You watch as Yebin wipes down the tables with practiced ease, the pastel surfaces prepped and ready for the students that are bound to begin trickling in at any moment. You know the shop will be filled to the brim soon enough with people wanting their caffeine kick before their long study sessions or commutes home, and you’re so glad you can clock out before all of that today.

You mirror the salute Junseo gives you from behind the counter, making sure your voice carries over the upbeat idol song filling the café as you say, ”I’m off! See you guys in a few days!”

Yebin yells out her own goodbye as you push open the door, and you give her a wave over you shoulder as you hurry out of the shop.

Your co-workers are great, but there’s no way you’re staying there for a minute longer if you can help it. Your boss has a bad habit of turning up to ‘check in’ on the café when it’s time to change shifts, and you’ve been talked into working extra hours a few too many times. That’s not happening today though – you have a date with your bed that you simply can’t cancel.

You fish out your phone from your pocket as you begin your walk home; eyebrows lifting in surprise as you open the new message Jungkook sent you earlier in the day. He’s already written a rough draft of the entire paper, your portion included, and it’s good.

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#bts ot7 fic rec #yandere au fic rec #soulmate au fic rec

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daydreamdanganronpa · 6 years ago

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36. “You’re all I ever think about.”

39. “Tell me how much you love me.”

15. “If you leave me, I’ll die!”

i didn’t know many people shipped these two until i looked it up tbh under the cut!

Ouma decided he had enough. He had his fun toying around with the first several times, but now he was sick of it. Whirling around, he put his hands on his hips as he announced, “You know what? I can’t believe I have to say this, but would you quit following me around all the damn time? It’s creepy.”

The corridor appeared to be empty, but he knew his stalker was watching him from somewhere.

“I know you’re there.” He called out again, tapping his foot.

Slowly, red hair under a witches hat peeked out from the wall to reveal itself, and he scowled. “Yuck. You again.”

Eyes in a ditz of passion, the girl nodded quickly.

Disgusted at her adamant display of affections, he glared at her. “Go bother someone else, why don’t you? It’s literally like you’re obsessed with me, you weirdo.”

“Mhmm.” She agreed without skipping a beat. “But no one else will do Ouma-kun, you’re all I ever think about.”

She skipped up to the wincing Ouma and latched onto his arm in a grip so tight he couldn’t shake her off.

“I love you, you know?” Her eyes were sparkling. “I love you sooooo much!”

“Nyeeeh~” She hummed as she rubbed her face on his sleeve. “Tell me how much you love me.”

“Not at all, you’re disgusting!” Ouma yelled. “Get off me, you delusional bitch!”

His sudden curse at her almost made her heart stop.

“Uuu... Please don’t hate me.” She begged, tears welling in her eyes.

“If you leave me, I’ll die!” She wailed and tightened her hold on his sleeve, and the boy flailed his arm again in an attempt to remove her, too close to an urge to hit her.

“Then die!” He spat. “No one would ever miss you, I know I wouldn’t!”

Then she was completely silent, mind shutting down at the thought of Ouma hating her. Hat obscuring her face, she let her hands drop to her sides wordlessly like a puppet whose strings had been cut off. With a huff, Ouma felt relieved even if he did feel a little bad. But that was an afterthought.

“Don’t let me see you ever again.” He said curtly as he began to walk away. As he did, Himiko raised her head slowly to stare daggers at his back as she whispered to herself, tone low and unlike her.

“You’ll be mine eventually, Ouma-kun. I know a way to have you completely under my spell.”

#mod amami #himiko yumeno #kokichi ouma

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im-whatchamccallit · 7 years ago

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Chance Encounters//Jung Daehyun (B.A.P)

Pairing: Jung Daehyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Unorganized and probably a lot of typos lol

Words: 2.5k

(A/N: E’Dawn and HyunA are dating and I’M FUCKING STOKED! But that’s for another post for another time. Anyways, here’s this.”

“We first saw each other at a concert a few years ago but didn’t speak. But, later, my friend’s car broke down so we had to hitchhike our way home, which was almost 15 miles away and, surprise, it was Seungjin and his friend in this huge truck. He sat in the back with me and we talked all night until they dropped us off at our apartment and I forgot to ask for his number. Turns out, he was hired at my dad’s car dealership and, from there, we began dating. Now, we’re a few months from our wedding. I guess it was fate.”

You rolled your eyes as your coworker told the cliché story for the millionth time today, everyone gathered around her desk to gaze at her engagement ring, congratulating her and asking if they’ll be invited to the wedding. Fate was such a ridiculous concept to you. The idea that some supernatural being made the impossible possible almost made you laugh, instead you scoffed. The group of heads turned to you as you focused on your desktop screen, typing away as they glared at you. You weren’t necessarily the office downer, just the person that saw reality and forced it into places that should be filled with some kind of fun.

“Problem, (Y/N)?” Your eyes shot up at the sudden call of your name, your fingers ceasing their movements as your hands found their way under your chin, holding you up as you stared at the crowd, a fake smile forming on your lips.

“No problem, just think you’re all a bit delusional.”

“You have no spirit, (Y/N). Maybe that’s why you’re still single.” The comment made your eyes twitch in annoyance before you returned your attention to the unfinished document, beginning to type as you tried to ignore her words but couldn’t help but respond.

“I’m single by choice. My job is my main priority right now, not a relationship and, if a relationship is your main focus, you need to rethink a lot of things in your life.” The words stunned everyone. They were filled with so much spite and bitterness, from a place only you know about and certainly weren’t willing to share with anyone.

“Okay, didn’t mean to offend you. But just wait, you’ll find a guy just like I did and then you’ll believe.”

“Doubt it but thanks.”

You gasped as the sound of the fire alarm rang throughout the large space, everyone standing cautiously while looking around for the source, a panicked intern rushing out and searching frantically for a fire extinguisher.

“What’s going on?” You could hear your boss’ voice as she moved from her office, staring down everyone before the obviously teenaged boy stepped forward, fire extinguisher in his arms.

“I went to make coffee and looked away for a few seconds and one of the filters caught fire. I don’t know how, I was just doing what you asked.”

“There’s smoke!”

The black clouds started rolling out and everyone began to panic, many screaming as they abandoned their items and rushed straight to the elevator, a few grabbing the extinguisher to fight the flames themselves, and some, like you, grabbing their belongings and heading straight for the stairs and right out of the building. It was obvious no one would stick around for work that day so why bother staying? You could finish your work from home anyways.

You sighed as you made it outside but suddenly jumped back at the sound of large raindrops hitting the pavement. The forecast didn’t call for rain today, besides, it was summer! You took the bus today but obviously couldn’t wait out in this weather, but standing by a burning building wouldn’t be smart either. You placed your messenger bag over your head before sprinting down the street, flinching at the random burst of thunder while trying to find somewhere to stay. This day was turning out to be the worse than you expected but you weren’t alone.

Was Daehyun a bad driver? That was debatable. But, today, his driving wasn’t the problem. He sat, wide-eyed, as his car suddenly stopped, the sound of his radio now gone and replaced with the rain hitting his car. He was in the middle of the street, a car honking behind him as he tried to start the car but to no avail. He jumped at the loud knock on his window, his eyes finding an angry man with his hand over his head. Daehyun rolled down his window, prepared for the anger this man obviously had.

“What are you doing? Can’t you see there’s almost 5 cars behind you?”

“I’m sorry but my car won’t start.”

The man nodded understandingly before motioning for him to step out of the car, moving back to his own and speaking to one of his three passengers. Daehyun stepped out and braced himself for the rain, upset he didn’t bring an umbrella. The man quickly came back as another exited the car and went into the driver’s seat.

“I’ll help you push it out of the way but I can’t help you start it.”

“Thank you.” Despite being drenched by the rain and having his car suddenly crash on him, Daehyun smiled, moving behind his car with the man and pushing it forward. It moved easily despite weighing much more than both of them.

As they found the closest spot in front of a small, family owned restaurant, pushing the car near the curb before Daehyun turned to thank they man once more, you rushed inside, letting out a deep sigh of relief and anger. Your bag was soaked, all of your work and laptop probably destroyed. You sadly began to dig through your bag, searching through each folder to make sure nothing was destroyed.

The chatter from the somehow overcrowded bakery drowned out the chime from the door, Daehyun stepping inside and pushing a hand through his hair to remove his wet bangs from his eyes. A young woman looked over and excitedly made her way towards him.

“Hi. How may I help you?”

“Table for one, please.” You and Daehyun spoke simultaneously as you quickly abandoned your search. You looked at one another as the woman nodded awkwardly, going off to find two tables for you both.

You two just stared at each other, taking in the fact you were both disasters but still flattering and attractive. You shifted slightly under his gaze, looking away as if nothing had just happened but he refused to. There was something so familiar about you, he just didn’t know what.

“Right this way.” The woman came back with a smile, your eyes widening as you waved her off.

“We’re not toge-“

“Thank you. Let’s go.” Daehyun interrupted you and guided you ahead of him, your face filled with confusion as to why he did that and why you were still going along with him.

You shyly thanked the woman as you slid into your seat, Daehyun sitting across from you as she placed two menus onto the table, stepping away to allow you decide what to order. You stared the stranger down, his eyes scanning the booklet as if you weren’t there before glancing up at you, a small smile forming on his face.

“Why’d you do that?”

“No one likes to eat alone.”

“Well, you obviously don’t know me.” You shot back but, instead of another witty comment, you found his hand in front of you, waiting expectantly.

“We have some time before anyone plans on leaving out of here so, why not get to know each other? I’m Daehyun.” You grimaced at his hand before looking back outside, the storm seeming to continue.

You were starving and he didn’t seem like too much of a weirdo so, hesitantly, placed your hand in his, shaking it slightly before pulling away and grabbing the stray menu.

“(Y/N).”

As much as you hated to admit it, the day went from bad to worse to actually decent. Daehyun wasn’t as weird as you thought. He had definitely had his quirks but, overall, he was an open and genuine guy, making you smile just because he did, impressing you by how much he ate, and even finding an interest in you. You learned that he was a singer and he learned that you were an accountant. He told you about his group members, even going as far as to try to fix your laptop because “one of them deals with electronics all the time and he might have learned something from watching him.”

By the time you glanced up, you noticed the restaurant start to clear out, the storm completely gone and replaced with sunshine. You and Daehyun were no longer eating but just talking, his head tilting as he stared at you a bit longer before gasping loudly, causing you to jump in confusion.

“I remember you. You went to one of my plays. I think the guy next to you was talking the entire time.” Your eyes widened at the sudden memory.

You had begged your ex to take you to the play after learning it was based on your favorite French novel. Although he took you, he talked the entire time, trying to make jokes about the plot and characters while annoying everyone in the process, leaving you embarrassed the entire night.

“So you’re an actor too? You’re just full of surprises.” The comment was simple but made his smile grow, yours following. It was contagious.

The same woman from before came, placing the check on the table but, before he could even move, Daehyun placed his card inside and handed it back to her.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to. Besides, now we have a little more time to talk before we have to leave.” The woman walked over once more and placed the card on the table, Daehyun freezing slightly which made you giggle.

“How about we just get going?” The words pained you when they left your mouth but there wasn’t much else to do and you didn’t have to wait inside forever.

You grabbed your bag and went to stand, Daehyun looking at you with a strange look, somewhat of guilt and embarrassment, causing you to raise an eyebrow at him.

“Actually, my car isn’t working. It just stopped so I guess I’m stuck here.”

You rolled your eyes and motioned for him to follow you, you both making your way outside the restaurant and to his car before you waved down an older male entering his car. He looked at you as if you were crazy before finally going towards you. He thought it was ridiculous that you were asking for rubber gloves and jumper cables but complied, digging them out of his trunk as you rolled up your sleeves.

“Okay, pay close attention, Daehyun.” And he did, watching in amazement as you went step by step in full detail about jumpstarting his car.

He did know what he enjoyed more, the way you looked genuinely excited as you taught him or the smile on your face when he went into his car and started it, everything turning on as if it wasn’t dead just an hour ago.

You detached the wires and handed the gloves back to the man, thanking him for lending his equipment and engine to help the stranger you now considered a friend. You reached down and grabbed your bag before going to the car window, your smile having yet to fall.

“Where are you going now?” Daehyun asked, your finger pointing down the street to the unsheltered bus stop.

“Home. It’s almost 5 and I have a ton of work to do.”

“I can take you. I think I owe you that much, right?” You bit your lower lip thoughtfully. He didn’t owe you anything, you just used some simple skills of yours to help him out; nothing more, nothing less. But, you have grown fond of his company, and the ride would be short anyways.

Without another word, you opened the door, sliding inside and placing your seatbelt on. You could feel his eyes on, your head snapping in his direction so that your eyes met but he looked away shyly.

“Cute.” You said plainly while reaching out to ruffle his hair as he pulled away from the restaurant.

The drive was quiet but in a comfortable way, both of you deep in thought as the voice of Daehyun’s GPS echoed in the background. There was no doubt in your mind that this would be the last time you saw each other, maybe by some chance you’d meet again but he was a singer and actor, he had so many more things to do than be trapped in this city. After just about an hour or so with him, were you really this attached? Already dreading the second you’ll be home?

Daehyun knew his career would lead him places, and he was prepared for that from the start, but now he didn’t want to leave. From the moment he met you to now, he learned that you were sarcastic, smart, funny, strict about your passions, and a lot more shy than you’d like to admit. He actually liked being around you, finding typical things about you enjoyable, almost endearing. He didn’t care if this would be his last time seeing you for weeks or months, just as long as it wasn’t forever.

“The destination is on your left.”Daehyun followed the GPS’ instructions, finding himself outside of a fairly large apartment complex.

You unbuckled your seatbelt and grabbed your bag turning to say goodbye to him before feeling his arms around you, your body stiff as he held you in a tight hug before slowly releasing you, realizing how sudden and awkward it must have been for you.

“Sorry, I just-“ He cleared his throat, buying some time as he thought about his next words.

“I go on tour in about a week and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out again before I go.”

The question came so fast but not as fast as your hand grabbing his phone, quickly sliding to his contacts and eagerly typing your name and number inside. You felt like a teenager finally asking their crush out and not being rejected, your heart racing as you texted yourself a simple ‘Hi’ to make sure you had his number before handing the device back to him, his eyes slightly wide at the action.

“I’m free tomorrow and can basically work from home any other day.”

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” You nodded before exiting the car, not wanting to show too much excitement before you both said your goodbyes, your eyes following his car as he drove off.

You couldn’t help but think about your coworkers. They’d call this fate but you thought of it more as a chance encounter, a coincidence, maybe even a phenomenon.

“(Y/N)!” You gasped as you saw Daehyun running down the street, his car behind him as he rushed towards you, your bag in his hands.

He slowed down before nearly crashing into you, smiling as you reached out to grab the damp parcel.

You refused to call this fate but it was definitely something.

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punkscowardschampions · 6 years ago

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Buster & Rio

Buster: Is it true? Rio: Whatever could you be talking about, McKenna? Rio: Gis us a clue Buster: Stop playing. My sister and her MILF Rio: Sounds like a porno and suddenly you're back on the scene Rio: Funny that Rio: Why do you have any right to know if it is or isn't? Buster: Shut up Buster: Re-read the part where I said MY sister. There's your answer Rio: Re-read you making any attempt to contact her in the past however how long Rio: Oh wait, you can't Buster: Just tell me, Rio Rio: Would I be making any effort to conceal the answer if it wasn't Rio: Use your brain, Buster Buster: Fuck's sake Buster: Don't be getting at me 'cause she ain't been using hers Rio: You think THIS is getting at you? Rio: Tip of the iceberg but what's the point Rio: Cba Buster: What's your fucking point, like? Buster: She's in the doghouse for once, not me Rio: Such a child Rio: Happy about that, are you? Buster: Yeah. Get's the rents off my back Buster: Am I meant to be crying about her not fucking her teacher? Buster: Move onto a new target Rio: For God's sake Rio: its not like that, you should care that your sister is heartbroken Rio: she isn't like you, she experiences human emotions Rio: at least make an attempt at sympathy, fucking hell Buster: There's plenty of younger, hotter lesbians around, she'll be fine Buster: If she could've pulled it off, fair play like, but she didn't Rio: If she wanted that, she would've gone there in the first place Rio: Are you really this dense or just committed to the act, like? Buster: She didn't really want anyone, that's why she went for the teacher who'd never go for her Buster: And her heart ain't proper broke Rio: What qualifies you to make that call? Rio: Have you even spoken to her Rio: She's felt like this about her since she got here, that's years Buster: Tried. She ain't taking my calls Buster: Got more attention that she can handle now Rio: Not everyone's a whore for it Rio: and I'm unsurprised she doesn't wanna talk to you rn Buster: Says you Buster: Don't wanna talk to her either, she's an embarrassment, that's why I'm in your inbox instead Rio: Excuse me Rio: Sure. At least the feeling's mutual then, hooray! Buster: Don't give it out like you're proud of her Rio: I'm not loving it for her, no Rio: but I'm not fucking embarrassed by her Rio: You don't even have to hear the shit said about her or see her struggle so get over yourself Buster: Whatever Buster: I've heard it all before Buster: She moved schools for a reason like Rio: Yeah and you didn't give a shit then Rio: So don't front anything else now Buster: She tell you that, did she? Buster: Don't front that you know me, girl Rio: Your actions speak loud enough Rio: Deal with it Buster: You got me under 24 hour surveillance then yeah? Rio: You wish you were that relevant Buster: You wish you had something better to do that stalk me more like Rio: You're in my inbox Buster: For a legit reason Buster: You're just chatting shit on me Rio: Just 'cause you don't wanna hear it Rio: doesn't mean it ain't legit Buster: I'm here asking Buster: Don't flatter yourself I'd be talking to you otherwise Buster: Haven't even told me how Nance is Rio: If I needed to come to you for flattery, I'd kms Rio: and I did Rio: heartbroken Rio: but you noped that 'cos you're the fucking expert on it Buster: Fuck off Buster: She coming home? Rio: No Rio: She doesn't want to Rio: Think your parents are coming here to see her Rio: If you are really arsed, at all, you should come see her too Buster: More fool her Buster: I'll check my schedule, cheers Rio: Like you said, there's reasons she left Rio: One thing you got right Buster: Like you said, it's been years Buster: She needs to get over it Rio: Being bullied by a load of posh cunts? Rio: Why should she? Rio: She gains nothing from 'getting over' that Rio: just 'cos you thrive from sponging off that scene Buster: It was hardly lord of the flies like Buster: We can't all thrive off hanging round the streets pretending we're poor as fuck, there'd be no room for you Rio: Yeah, as if you have any fucking clue Rio: even if you didn't see and hear what you wanna Rio: its girls, you don't get the dynamic, you're not privy to it Buster: There's nothing to get. She didn't stand up for herself Rio: Mhmm, that's exactly how that works Rio: Jesus fucking Christ Buster: She'll never know she didn't try it Rio: I'm fairly sure she did Rio: Anyway, this is ancient history Rio: she doesn't like you and your friends, boohoo Rio: its done, she's got her own life Buster: Get your own clue Buster: It wasn't me and my friends Buster: Good, don't need her tagging along and cramping my style Rio: They're all good as the same Rio: the female equivalent Rio: and evidently not, challenged already in that department Buster: You're full of shit Buster: You should sort that Rio: You reckon? Rio: I don't need your advice, thanks very much Buster: More fool you Rio: Not from where I'm standing Buster: More fun to look down your nose at me Buster: Whatever Buster: Not here to make friends Rio: You've gotta be kidding me Rio: If your nose was any higher in the air, you'd drown Buster: I've got plenty of reasons to hold my head high Rio: oh, please do regale me, i am so fascinated. Buster: Always trying to get with me Buster: You're as embarrassing as Nance is like Rio: what dream world are you living in? Rio: yeah, really pains not to be one of your favourites Rio: think I'll survive Buster: Survive but not thrive, yeah? Buster: Unlucky, babe Rio: You ain't that special, babe Buster: Says you Buster: Your loss Rio: Yeah you chat real loud but what would you do if I said otherwise? Rio: Freak Buster: You'll never know Buster: Deal with it Rio: Gutting, truly Buster: Yeah I know, you make it well obvious Rio: Only in your warped little mind, McKenna Buster: Keep telling yourself that, Cavante Rio: Don't need to, I'm not the delusional one Rio: but you do you, boo Buster: Well it ain't me, babe Rio: Heard that one before Buster: Should have taught you something then Rio: Don't worry, it did, I'm not waiting around for your infinite wisdom to know men ain't shit Rio: beaten to the punch there, like Buster: Back at you. I already know how crazy girls are Rio: Of course you do Rio: Colour me shook Buster: You'd have to stop knowing it all first like Rio: Ha, and do you think that's very likely? Buster: I know you think it ain't Buster: Reckoning you're clued into everything and everyone's shit Rio: N'awh, don't be salty 'cos I am and I can see through yours Buster: I ain't. I got your number too Buster: Just think it's hilarious you couldn't be more a ma and you ain't got no kids Buster: So middle aged I'm surprised my sister don't fancy you Rio: Fuck off, McKenna Rio: Just 'cos you're still a little boy Rio: isn't it past your bedtime, like? Buster: Glad to go Buster: Someone'll be round to tuck me in regardless Rio: Good, you're boring me Rio: and I didn't ask, just FYI Buster: Course I am Buster: Doesn't mean you weren't dying to know Buster: Later then Rio: Trust me, no one but you is even a little impressed by your conquests Rio: Especially not me, you weirdo Buster: Tell it to the girls forming a line Buster: Go ahead and speak up when you see me around Rio: If I fancied wasting my breath Rio: it'd be to tell them to run, nothing else Rio: Sorry to devastate you like that Buster: Trust me you ain't Buster: Gotta try a little harder to sell it if you want me to buy in Rio: Trust me when I say you'd know if I wanted that Rio: There is no try Buster: Course not Rio: We're not all tryhards, hun Buster: Just you Buster: I've seen you out, girl Buster: I've watched the hustle Buster: Not effortless as you reckon Rio: Why you watching? Buster: Why not? Buster: It's good for a laugh like Rio: Gotta get your kicks somehow, kid Buster: Least I'm up front about it Buster: You're all front Rio: Idk, I've got ass too Rio: Pretty well-proportioned all in all Buster: Hilarious Rio: What's hilarious is you thinking you know the first thing about me Buster: Likewise, babe Rio: Nah Rio: you're up front about it, remember dickhead? Rio: Contradictory too but we'll let that one slide Buster: Keeping up with you, that's all Rio: Good luck with that Rio: on any and all fronts Buster: Don't need luck Buster: Bored, yeah? but you're still here Rio: Manners cost nothing, McKenna Rio: assumedly why you've got no interest Buster: Wasting them as well as your time Buster: You do you Rio: Not talking to myself, am I? Rio: Though the effect is about the same Buster: I never said I was bored, did I? Buster: You're the one pretending you've got somewhere better to be Rio: Using people for your own amusement is par for the course in posh boy life Buster: Yeah Rio: if I was feeling it, I have plenty better candidates for the task, don't take it so personal Buster: The heartbreak catching, is it? Buster: I better watch myself like Rio: You'd need one to break it Rio: and my heart is just fine, tah for the concern Buster: Cheers for the head's up

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maximuswolf · 4 years ago

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Probably not the correct reddit but Fae Help...? via /r/pagan

Probably not the correct reddit but Fae Help...?

Hi there. I was looking around about fae stuff and noticed an archived thread that sent me to this reddit page. So i thought i would ask around here for information and to confirm my possible suspicions that I have. Im sorry if this isnt the correct location for this.

I think I may have gotten into contact with the Fae in my past but I'm not entirely sure...

The only time I could think of that falls into this category, would be one night while returning from the market while visiting a family members house in the mountains/forest areas but near a busy freeway. It was one of those community suburb houses that was away from the city and you mostly needed a car and such to go to the store and the community mainly had a school or 2 and a pool center only accessible to the residents of that suburb community.

while i was returning back to the house at night, around 8 - 9pm, I remember that it started sprinkling/light raining at the time and I thought I saw a bunny under a street light near the road. It was behind a black fence where more new houses were potentially be built years later on. It caught my eyes and I stayed watching it. it then proceeded to "Jump" away but the jumping movement was very odd like. Basically it looked like it jumped a few feet in the air and back to the floor but it did it in like a 2x speed and very strangely. It had "jumped" into the dark and I stayed surprised and confused at what I just saw. At this time, i was still new to stuff, so I was mostly just trying to process it in a "normal" way...I eventually started heading home.....actually as im typing this...I just realized that it wasn't raining before I had gone to the store but at that time, my memory tells me that it was light raining....my memory is weird but continuing.

As i was heading closer to my family's house, I was passing but some bushy tree's and i do remember seeing a small human body like thing with wings fly from one bushy tree to another. I distinctly remember hearing it flap from the tree to another tree very near me. who wouldnt get spooked hearing a tree make that woosh, bssh sound like throwing a ball at bushy tree would make. it really spooked me and i honestly couldn't see what it was because it was dark outside and the only light pollution was the orange street lights, so everything was a lot darker than it is in the city. I could point out the figure but it really looked like something flew from one bushy tree to another bushy tree. im not sure if it was meant to scare me or make its presence known.

i did try to do some research about it but at the time, at most i could find was a picture of a "fake" model of a possibly deceased fae body. It honestly looked exactly from what i remember flew near the bushy tree's near me figure, But i really wasn't sure of it and when i tried to explain it, people would think i saw something else. My friend still thinks i saw something else and doesn't believe me but he's only skeptic when it doesn't happen to him.

As i started recently looking up on it, I do have some weird stuff happen in the past that seems to be fae related. like having random objects disappear and reappear somewhere else or literally appear in your face like it was never gone. But also have objects that you've forgotten at another location and have it appear before you as if waiting for you, ready to be obtained...by that i mean like say going karaoke with friends and spilling green apple vodka drink on a scarf and realizing that the scarf isn't with you on the train ride home and open your bedroom to find the scarf as if to say, you forgot this and its the one you left because it smells like the drink you spilled on it earlier...yea...cant explain that in a normal way. I always though some unknown presence was helping me when ever it wanted at this point.

I had a point were I had not been feeling that great and had smelled like something was burning in my room...it lasted for about 5 days and i never found out what was causing me to be alerted by the smell. my friend had done a Tarot reading for me afterwards and he thinks an elemental was mad at me but i really didnt know what I did...although at this point, im starting to understand what it actually meant. Even right now, ive been smelling like somethings on fire outside my room, my mother has noticed the smell as well.

on a side note, ive felt like nature has been either calling to me but more to be in tuned with nature...sorry, i get weird when i try to explain that part myself. suposedly my friend thinks i have nature energies in my home so thats like validating what i think might be going on lol

but yea, just from others experiences, i wanna make sure if im getting this right or im just delusional at this point and just ignore it all.

im really sorry if this weirdo posted this in the wrong location but yea. thanks for reading...???

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