#lol she was very curious about the tissue in my nose

[simfuldelights]

My nose is super sensitive, especially while pregnant, and I’ve got long nails so it’s easy to accidentally scrape the inside of my nostril just a tiny bit and then be covered in blood 🙃

[rabchunter]

A little mid week humour to lighten your day, especially for all my chums traveling to Las Vegas for The Shot Show lol 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

A man and a woman were sitting beside each other in the first class section of an airplane.

The woman sneezed, took out a tissue, gently wiped her nose, then visibly shuddered for ten to fifteen seconds.

The man went back to his reading. A few minutes later, the woman sneezed again, took a tissue, wiped her nose, then shuddered violently once more.

Assuming that the woman might have a cold, the man was still curious about the shuddering.

A few more minutes passed when the woman sneezed yet again.

As before, she took a tissue, wiped her nose, her body shaking even more than before.

Unable to restrain his curiosity, the man turned to the woman and said, "I couldn't help but notice that you've sneezed three times, wiped your nose and then shuddered violently.

Are you OK?"

I am sorry if I disturbed you, I have a very rare medical condition, whenever I sneeze I have an orgasm."

The man, more than a bit embarrassed, was still curious.

I have never heard of that condition before" he said.

"Are you taking anything for it?"

The woman nodded, yes "Pepper." Lol 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[star-going-supernova]

Everyone talking about Vanessa getting arrested and I'm here like "I think Henry batim should meet Gregory, they got the same 'yes my found family is a group of fictional characters brought to life through deeply questionable means that definitely involved murders in some way, mind your business' vibes"

You’re so right, friend. I never would have guessed I’d be writing Henry BatIM in 2022, but here we are! For anyone who has no idea who that is, lol, he’s a character who I turned into an absolute dad (I know, very unusual for me) who has a collection of living cartoon characters as his children now. Humans were almost definitely sacrificed to bring them to life. 

And big thanks to t.d from ao3 for being like, “I could see Henry and Gregory being related,” and the lightbulb went ding! I just wanted to post this real quick before heading off to a lil birthday lunch! 

Always a Bigger Fish

Gregory steadfastly refused to close his eyes in his last moments. He’d been glaring certain death down all night, and he wasn’t about to cower away only to miss a last-ditch opportunity to make it out of this alive. 

This monster, though, was a great deal different from the animatronics. This one—Afton, Vanessa had called him—was of the human variety. Even if he didn’t much look like it anymore. 

Across the lobby, Vanessa laid crumpled on the floor. Gregory had no idea if she was alive or not, just that she’d taken a hit to the temple that had cracked horrifically, and a small pool of blood was now slowly creating a halo of neon reflections beneath her head. 

And Freddy, his night-long protector and new friend, was slumped lifelessly against the wall somewhere past the turnstiles, near the stairs. He hadn’t run out of power; that implied it drained as it was used, a natural process that Gregory had been preventing from the beginning. But he was shut down, empty, the monster having dug its claws into Freddy’s back to take the power from his battery. 

That same hand was wrapped around Gregory’s throat. Afton hadn’t started squeezing yet, though Gregory had no doubt that when he did, the mechanical joints and cold fingers would crush his entire neck like it was tissue paper. 

“Curious,” Afton rasped. He tilted his head, staring at Gregory. 

He could feel blood dripping from his nose. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he snapped. 

“You don’t even tremble in fear,” the monster continued, ignoring him. “You life is in my hands, yet you cling to your useless defiance.” 

They’d been so close. Insulting close. The exit was right in front of him. The barricade over the lobby doors had lifted; it’d be the work of all of five seconds of sprinting to leave the building. It was just, Afton had been waiting for them. 

“What, you want me to beg?” Gregory asked, hoping his tone implied how much of a fool that made Afton. “I know your type. Actually, you remind me of an old friend of my grandpa’s.”

“Oh?” The way Afton examined him made Gregory feel very much like a pinned butterfly or a caged animal. Like his anger was something to indulge in, almost an amusement. 

“Yeah.” He shrugged and grinned, knowing his teeth were bloody. “My grandpa killed him.” 

The quiet mechanical whirs and clicks coming from Afton’s twitching body fell silent for a moment. So many exposed parts. The fingers resting deceptively lightly on his throat curled, just enough to poke into his skin. But still no squeezing. 

The barricades were up. It was after six. Gregory could see the doors. Afton couldn’t.

“He’s in town, actually,” Gregory said, causal. “My grandpa. I just turned thirteen, y’know. He flew in for the party.” 

Afton’s body was loud; the music was louder. Every monster thought they were the biggest and baddest in the room. He’d taken out Freddy and Vanessa, and Gregory was caught in his claws. What use did he have in looking over his shoulder? 

“You’re a kid killer,” Gregory said when Afton didn’t respond. “My grandpa’s old friend, he sacrificed people. Stole their souls or somethin’. And my grandpa…” 

Afton’s hand tightened the slightest bit.

“Well,” Gregory rasped. He raised his hands to grip Afton’s wrist, tensing. “He took offense.” 

He could see the moment Afton realized they were no longer alone. The moment the monster crouched before him realized he wasn’t the biggest monster in the room anymore. 

“There’s always another Joey,” Grandpa Henry said from behind Afton. Outside the lobby doors, Gregory could see his car. “How about you let go of my grandson, hm?” 

“I could kill you before he acts,” Afton whispered. His hand was a heavy weight, impossible to forget. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Yeah?” Gregory asked, on the verge of laughing. “Watch me.”

The thing about a human monster—they were human. 

Using his grip on Afton’s arm as leverage to pull his lower half off the floor, Gregory swung his outstretched feet up and jammed his sneakers right through one of those holes in the suit, where he could clearly see pulsing organs. 

His mechanical bits and pieces were old, rusted. There was the slightest jerky delay when he moved and spoke, as if the suit couldn’t quite keep up with his thoughts anymore. 

And so the hand squeezed too slow, and it released compulsively as Afton wheezed out and jerked away. 

Gregory shoved himself away blindly, refusing to turn his back and almost instantly lightheaded with relief. Strong, sure hands caught him up from the floor and lifted him easily to his feet. Grandpa Henry hugged him to his side, glaring at Afton as he tried to stand. 

The familiar, comforting heaviness of something other seeped into Gregory’s chest, in time with the writhing shadows that began to creep into existence. They snaked across the tiles, stained the walls, and the lights above them went out with quiet pops. Like living things, they curled through the air and around Grandpa Henry’s shoulders. 

See, his grandpa had been the last of the sacrifices his old friend had tried. Joey Drew probably hadn’t expected it to work as well as it had; he definitely hadn’t expected a demon to take a stronger liking to the sacrifice than the summoner. 

“Hey, Bendy,” Gregory said, reaching out to catch one of the shadowy tendrils in his hand. His grandpa’s creation might not be in his usual form, the cutesy little pie-cut-eyed trickster, but Gregory had never feared Bendy’s more… eldritch side. It took a demon to make a demon, and there were few monsters bigger and badder than that.

Looked like Afton would only learn that too late. 

“I don’t take kindly to people who hurt my family,” Grandpa Henry was saying to Afton, who had finally struggled to his feet. He sounded so pleasant, so kind. 

It was always the quiet ones. 

“You cannot kill me. Not for good,” Afton said. “I always—”

“That a challenge?” 

Gregory bit his lip to hide his smile. 

“I ask,” Grandpa Henry said, his eyes becoming just a little too bright, “because I love a good challenge. Never tell me the odds.” And he chuckled. Like they were discussing bingo, or how many biscuits one could eat at Thanksgiving. 

“There’s always another Joey,” Grandpa Henry repeated, solemn, in the silence. Afton’s animatronic eyes went half-lidded. Gregory grinned at him from his place of safety. Tiny pinpricks of blood decorated his neck, itchy. “You’ll share his fate.” 

Gregory could feel Bendy’s glee. He let go of the shadow in his hand as Grandpa Henry suddenly strode forward, eyes electric. 

And Afton, well. A simple monster like him was no match for a demon. 

[byronictrash]

some stuff that would be different  in my version of hbo supernatural (season 3)

season 1  season 2

THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN

sam searches about the faustian pact both in goethe’s and thomas mann’s faust

“who the hell are you?” “i’m the girl who just saved your ass” “well, me too”

THE KIDS ARE ALRIGHT

“why are you following me?” “i’m interested in you” “why?” “because youre tall and tall women are sexy as fuck” sam’s brain was short circuited for a sec because her height usually makes her dysphoric

ben is dean’s son idc!!! i’ll elaborate on that more on the s5 post

BAD DAY IN BLACK ROCK

“thats my division championship soccer trophy, can’t believe dad kept this” “yeah probably the closest you ever came to being a boy… shit, was it too much?” “yep” “oh fuck sammy i’m so sorry you know i didn’t mean it, it really wasn’t my intention to-” “dean i know i’m just fucking with you lol” 

SIN CITY

richie's meeting the winchesters would yield the terrible dialogue “this is my sister uhn… cheryl. well, you know, stepsister” “sure, this is my sister sam” “oh sure she is!”

also samruby weirdass flirting (“if you don’t want my help, fine! give me the gun and i’ll pass it on to someone who will use it” “maybe i’ll just use it on you” “oooh that would be so fucking hot.”)

A VERY SUPERNATURAL CHRISTMAS

the trans panic moment! (“barbie sapphire?" “dad probably thinks you’re a girl” “whywouldhethinkthat???” “dude relax, i’m just kidding” “oh… right…”)

also their christmas on present day!!! (“woo-hoo, a very huge bottle of ranch dressing and a concealer that’s about three shades lighter than my skin” “like it? “love it”)

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME

jeremy had full access of sam’s head while she was asleep (which explains his curious choice of all the ways to immobilize sam he chose precisely crucify her)

that being said, he starts to throw all of sam’s paranoia on her face (“you’re calling me a psycho? c’mon samantha, even though your visions have stopped, both you and i know how unclean you are. headaches after praying, nose bleeding when talking in latin, what’s your next step? burn in holy ground? it’s only a matter of time for your brother find out the freak you are”)

MYSTERY SPOT

 don’t get me wrong, i love asia - heat of the moment but considering that this is a sam’s episode, would make much more sense if the song playing in the radio in the morning were a song that sam liked, which, of course, after the thousands of tuesdays, she started to hate

and the song in question is scissor sisters - i can’t decide because yes, my hbo sam loves scissor sisters

*the first notes of the song playing* “oh fuck off sammy, did you change the radio station last night?" "no i didn't" "so why the hell is it playing your gay music?"

gabriel did it but anyway

*in unison* “sam winchester makes up like a toddler, sam winchester drools while she sleeps, sam winchester doesn’t know how to do a proper braid, sam winchester cries during the sexOKAY ENOUGH”

*nirvana - dumb starts playing on wednesday* “sammy did you change the radio station again?” “OH GOD IT’S NOT PLAYING SCISSOR SISTERS” “at least that, nirvana can be emo but scissors scissors looks like a cat swallowed a banjo”

IN MY TIME OF DYING

some sibling hostility!! (“silk used to be the suture of choice back in early 19th century but it was problematic, patients would get massive infections, death rate was insane” “uhum” “doctors had to do whatever they could to keep infections from spreading, one way was maggots” “sam, i’m eating” “it actually worked because maggots eat bad tissue and leave good tissue” “again, i’m still eating” “get this, when they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots” “SAMANTHA, I’M SERIOUS!”)

And more!! (“alright, where’s he doing the deed?” “benton likes dense forest with access to a river or some kind of fresh water” “why?” “because that’s where he likes to dump the bile and intestines, and the fecal matter” “stop smiling” “what? lost your appetite yet?” “nope and i gonna piss your backpack later”

NO REST FOR THE WICKED

when sam summons ruby, her nose doesn't bleed, unlike practically every time she does an exorcism

“i can’t save your brother but you can” “what?” “sam, you’ve got some god-given talent. well, not god-given but you understand” “the psychic crap? its gone since the yellow eyes died” “not gone, dormant. and not just the visions either” “what do you mean?” “c’mon, you know you’re different and you always thought you were wrong because of it but you’re not, you just have to embrace it.”

[qitwrites]

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Midoriya Izuku’s Misc. Hero Notes #27 (Sick Hero Edition)

- Koda has the cutest sneeze ever, it’s downright dainty. saw a bunch of birds come to check in on him while he had a cold. It was stupidly sweet, he’s like a live action snow white.

- Kaminari starts sparking when he has a cold and it’s hella annoying but the teachers say we can’t stick him in the faraday cage again. They didn’t deny it worked though because it did.

- The fur at the end of Ojiro’s tail ruffles rather violently when he sneezes. You need to get out of the way though, because he can sometimes whack people without meaning to, and it hurts like all hell.

- Todoroki’s sneeze always either boils the room or freezes it because his two quirks come out simultaneously, but he doesn’t have the fine control to balance them and cancel them. We’ve placed a couple of bets. Haven’t lost yet.

- No quirk related issues when Shinsou sneezes, but he makes the funniest pre-sneeze face, and kaminari managed to get a pic once and it’s been the group profile pic ever since.

- Jirou pierces her earphone jacks into the nearest surface before she sneezes because apparently her own sneezes are too loud for her. She can’t control her vibrations too well though, so she sends pulses down the wall, but they don’t hurt or anything.

- Sero’s like a confetti machine when he has a cold, just constantly ejecting pieces of tape when he’s sneezing. Saw him use his own tape to wipe his own nose, told me that a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do.

- Hagakure’s colds don’t do anything quirky, but she has this horrible habit of walking around without her uniform and sneezing real loud in public spaces and scaring the ever loving shit outta everyone.

- Tokoyami’s sneezes are cute as heck, and they make him shake his head every time. You can usually tell he has a cold by the trail of feathers he leaves behind after every sneeze. Saw Dark Shadow offering him tissues, 10/10 best boi. 

- Kacchan has really fine control over his quirk so he doesn’t have quirk malfunctions during a cold, but it is hilarious to hear him say ‘fug you, you moder fugers, I hade you all’.

- For a guy that big, Satou’s sneezes are almost daintier than koda’s, and he smells oddly like cinnamon when he has a cold. No idea why.

- Uraraka touches her own face and nose a lot when she sneezes, and she activates her quirk almost every time. Once saw her start to float and before she could deactivate it, she sneezed and propelled herself backward and right into a closet. Helped her out once I stopped laughing.

- Kirishima’s cold makes his hardening ripple across his left arm and right leg only. Literally nowhere else does his quirk activate. Very sus.

-  Aoyama’s navel laser has a field day when he has a cold. Also, he always manages to says ‘sorry monsieur’ before sneezing and being thrust about a foot away by his laser.

-  Ashido’s acid makes her cold a very slimy, very slippery affair. We’re all grateful that she mostly deals with it in her own room. Thank you pinky.

- When her cold is at its worst, Yaoyorozu ends up popping out those Russian dolls from her elbows when she sneezes. eri absolutely adores them. 

- The webbing between shoji’s arms kinda open up to their full size when he sneezes. Curious to see if by chance he catches a strong gust of wind, would he be aerodynamically stable enough to take flight??

- We don’t talk about tsuyu during a cold. We do not. Talk. About tsuyu. When she’s got a cold.

- The force of Iida’s sneezes pushes him back, but the engines on his legs revs just a little bit and pushes him forward and the two forces are never equal so he ALWAYS lands on his ass on the floor and it’s honestly the funniest thing I have ever seen in my entire life, please help I don’t like being mean.

[the last point is distinctly not in midoriya’s handwriting, it’s probably Shinsou]

- Caught Midoriya sneezing hard one time, so hard in fact that he activated his quirk and managed to shoot himself towards the roof. There is still a Midoriya shaped outline in the right corner of the gamma gym ceiling. LOL. Dumbass.

[rvmmm21]

. you know who i am? .

k, so i didn’t mean for this to get so out of hand. also, my first time writing in present tense? idk how to feel about it, but i guess it’s different. it felt so different writing for like actual humans lol. my first ‘normal’ fic, this is!

please for the sake of this making sense can we all pretend jennie, joy and irene are around the same age? also look who had fun with brand names. moi.

anyways this is [badgirl/bully!joohyun ‘persuading’ clumsy freshman!seungwan to be her assignment buddy] 

...

University culture is grating.

It’s overwhelming and it suffocates her. She has no time to prepare herself for the apparent runway the halls have become, what with the stupid-rich kids treating every day like it’s a fashion show; Seungwan can barely blink from one person to the next without being smacked across the face with fur coats from Chanel, Louis Vuitton sunglasses hidden under Prada nylon bucket hats and Off-White tracksuits tucked into Balenciaga socks. She hadn’t considered a future in law enforcement, but had she done so, anyone who tucked their trousers into their socks mid-calf would find themselves behind bars with the rest of the criminal scum. End of.

Just as she dusts her hands of that smug little sentiment, Seungwan finds herself with a face full of hair, and an even bigger nose full of what smells like laundry detergent. She lets out an embarrassing squeal, and the girl turns round to face her. A ghost of a scowl brushes across her face before she fixes her with an indiscernible gaze.

That scowl is an awful colour on a face as pretty as yours, she impulsively thinks.

Seungwan knows no more about the history of art and the intricacies of sculpture than the average Joe, but she’s sure Michelangelo missed the mark with David. She inwardly laughs at the thought of the man dedicating his entire being to crafting his flimsy idea of ‘perfection’ when she’d just bumped into it; the real thing. Of course, if that was defined by forming new constellations from faded freckles on flawless skin, or vantablack tresses framing sharp features like a painting, then yes; she was, by very definition, ‘the perfect (wo)man’. Easily outdoing anyone within a 50-metre radius.

Heck, make that 500.

The girl glares intimidation and Seungwan manages to save herself the humiliation of drooling in front of the white-hot beauty and her friends with a quick gulp, already feeling crimson seeping into her cheeks.

Perfect; now that she’s watched whatever new potential friendship this was blow up in her face, all she has to do is avoid her at all costs from here on out.

She mouths a haphazard apology and zooms past before anything can come of it, keeping her head down even after she’s well out of sight. Seulgi, Seulgi, Seulgi, save me, she brisk walks and begs all the way to class.

~~~~~~~~~~

A small commotion rings through the lecture hall of keyboard clicks and lethargic shuffles, calling to attention the girl who’s just spilt her drink down her front, now frantically digging around in her backpack for anything she can use to soak it up. A few jeering giggles are stifled, meanwhile students close by donate tissues and sympathetic looks. They are gratefully accepted with rapid-fire bows and machine-gun stuttered apologies.

“That freshman’s just ruined her rep, huh?” Jennie chuckles, “blindly walking into people… can’t even keep liquid in the cup. Give her a dog collar and a sign and she’s good to go.”

“Eh, I thought it was cute.”

Jennie’s retort comes quick.

“Sooyoung, you think anything in a skirt is cute.”

“What,” the girl says, ignoring the implication, “Haetnimie doesn’t wear skirts. And she’s not even wearing one right now. Plus, I didn’t say ‘she’s cute’, I said ‘it’s cute’. Learn the difference, idiot… it’s not like I wanna have at her or anything…”

Jennie shoots her an incredulous look and Sooyoung relents the banter. They both turn their attention to the girl sitting next to them, completely un-present in the moment. Sooyoung notices who she’s looking at and leans in to nudge her.

“Joohyun,” she whispers, poking her in the ribs when it’s obvious their friend is well on her way to signing a contract with NASA with how apparently well accustomed to space she is, “what do you think of her? Or are you still mad she walked into you?”

“Nah, forget it,” Jennie waves her off before she’s even had a chance to respond, “she’s not interested. I had to literally pay her money to go on a stupid double date with me in high school. I washed five cars for her to not even hold his hand once during the movie.”

Instead of participating, Joohyun sighs, casting the girl in question a seemingly uninterested stare. Unbothered eyes take in the sight she’s presented with: frustrated brows knitted together under a wispy caramel fringe and a blot of taro milk tea the size of Canada staining her baby blue jumper.

“I want her.”

The words are so simple her friends almost miss them entirely.

Sooyoung and Jennie battle for first place in an impromptu competition of ‘who’s-the-most-shocked’.

“You’re joking! Yah, you’re so annoying seriously, now?! You couldn’t have ‘wanted’ Min-seok in year nine?! I paid good, hard cash for that stupid boy!”

Joohyun looks at her, smug as a cat.

“I did it for you, Jennie. I didn’t even remember his name was Min-ho.”

“Min-seok.”

“Yeah, right.”

Sooyoung, wide-eyed and on the verge of passing out, grabs Joohyun by the shoulders, ignoring the glare she receives for it. “Joohyun, seriously? You’re serious. You want her like want her? Or want her like you wanted that cookbook after that trial week of Food Tech during summer break?”

Joohyun regards her, absolutely blasé. “I don’t follow recipes.”

“Exactly. Are you play-”

Sooyoung’s statement dies down with the rest of the class as the lecturer walks in. Furious clicking, hurricane scribbles and flipping pages are all that remain as the lesson kicks off, Jennie and Sooyoung casually scrolling through Instagram while the professor speaks. Joohyun leans forward, elbows on desk and chin resting on interlocked fingers. Her full attention is on the poor girl on the other side of the hall, intermittently peeling the cold, damp fabric away from her body, face flushed and avoiding all eye contact. Joohyun snickers at how uncomfortable it must be to have to sit through class in a wet jumper, how awkward and squeamish she looks.

Strawberry-tinted lips curl into the faintest smirk.

Hello cutie.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Yah! Kang Seul-Gi!” Seungwan calls out to chocolate-swirly space buns and baggy gym clothes hurtling towards her from across campus grounds, “where the heck were you?!”

“Sorry sorry! Overslept!”

“What!? Your class starts at noon! … and this is like… day 1!”

The girl looks like she’s barely had the chance to screw her head on the right way as she joins Seungwan on the steps of the university entrance.

Seungwan’s sweating buckets; physically and metaphorically, both from the waves of humidity and her all-exclusive one-idiot circus show this morning in class. That little muck up makes it to the tippy top of the endless list of embarrassing things Seungwan has stored in her long-term memory.

“You okay?”

Seungwan palms rosy cheeks as she takes another mouthful of her rainbow sherbet cone.

“You wouldn’t believe what happened to me.”

Seulgi chortles as her best friend recounts her ordeal, trying to subdue the sea of smart alec remarks bubbling under her skin.

“So that was great, too. And now I’m a laughing stock. A meme. They’re probably editing my stupid face as I speak…”

Seulgi reverts back to the first incident. Of course she would.

“Sooo… not like in the dramas then?”

Seungwan hangs her head, “not at all… she looked like she wanted to kill me.”

Seulgi lets out a snort before prodding her with more curious questions. The cogs in Seungwan’s brain churn and stutter as she tries to filter as many redundant adjectives as possible, only using ones she deems absolutely necessary to describe the most beautifully terrifying girl she’s ever seen.

Just then, as if Seungwan had meant to conjure hell itself, the three girls make an appearance from round the corner, chatting amongst themselves and taking Seungwan and Seulgi by surprise. The latter glances down where steely fingers are squeezing her wrist, as if that’d activate some magical cloak of invisibility. Seungwan’s as good as swallowed her tongue, shakily motioning to the girl in the middle of the black velvet storm with her eyes and a few nose twitches.

“H-her…” she stutters, finally getting her brain into gear after they leave, “… her.”

Innocent eyes double in size at the realisation.

“Wha-wait no, her?! You bumped into… her?! Her, Bae Joohyun leader of killer senior pack Bae Joohyun?”

Seungwan’s heart only thumps faster at the panic in Seulgi’s voice, but her words still mean nothing. The other girl swipes the dangling question marks off the top of her friend’s clueless head.

“Yo Wan-ah, you have to lay low. I mean why would you even – oh geez wow you really messed up. Can’t you look where you’re – I can’t even begin to – why would you – oh my gosh!”

Seulgi’s disjointed sentences allow enlightenment to trickle in and Seungwan slaps a hand over her forehead, mortified.

Oh god no. That’s the Bae Joohyun?

She’d heard the rumours. Many, rumours. Bae Joohyun who makes her juniors cry. Bae Joohyun; precious daughter of the most elusive mafia gang leader in all of Korea. Bae Joohyun; ice queen senior, sole roost-ruler of Hanyang University and the biggest bully you’ll ever meet.

Positively preposterous, empty claims with no evidence whatsoever to back them up… she hopes.

“Pft yeah okay she’s… mean, but she’s not like… jesus or anything she can’t… like… part the Red Sea or, turn water into vodka I don’t know,” Seungwan tries and fails at consoling herself, receiving nothing but an apologetic pat on the back from the girl beside her.

“Yeah well… she’s not the messiah but everyone treats her like it. And for the sake of your own neck, you’d better start too. Watch out, Wan-ah.”

Seungwan hadn’t paid any mind to those wet-eared freshmen whom she’d overheard during orientation gossiping about Joohyun and her charming little posse; but perhaps she should have.

She gulps, too afraid to think of anything else.

~~~~~~~~~~

Seungwan often fantasizes at work. There has to be some way to pass the time, after all.

Deep down she’s a sucker for romance, she knows it far too well; she envisions herself ten years down the line, letting whoever she has on the other end of the phone know that she’ll be home soon, that work has just been extra grueling today, and that she cannot wait to give them a cuddle. She’ll stir the dinner pot while she tells them stories, pausing in between to remind her lover how beautiful they are. Perhaps one day, the honour will be hers, to see her soulmate walking down the aisle.

But as the tinkling of the doorbell rings through her café, Seungwan files those cloudy fantasies for later and greets her first customers with a smile.

She hasn’t been sleeping very well, worrying her mind with ridiculous thoughts and impossible scenarios. All involving Joohyun as a tick-tocky alligator and herself as none other than Captain ‘I’m-actually-innocent-why-are-you-still-trying-to-eat-me’ Hook.

~~~~~~~~~~

It’s five minutes to closing time. Seungwan suppresses the yawn in her chest and blinks away the moisture in her eyes. Just zero to sixty, five times in your head. You got this, Seungwan. Gosh, there’s no one in the café and hardly anyone outside. She briefly contemplates closing early.

“Small iced Americano.”

“Coming r – aii!! Ai…!”

Seungwan’s adrenaline spikes so high she could serve it ice cold in a coffee cup right now. Caught completely off guard, she begins stammering nonsense behind the till, crinkling the leather of her dark brown work apron and then using the hem of her polo shirt to wring clammy palms none the drier. All the while her customer stands there, brow quirked and card held out between slender fingers. Her expression, although slightly amused, threatens her to take her money, or else.

Before she can open her mouth, a buttery voice snaps her out of her trance.

“Hello, Seung – wan… hey, don’t we have Korean Literature together?”

Seungwan tries not to spontaneously combust on the job as she instinctively slaps a hand over her name tag. It’s useless though, it is now known. Known to her, of all people. The notorious Bae Joohyun; dressed in Acne jeans and an over-sized midnight Balenciaga cardigan, she looks like any other young, caffeine-dependent university student. But Seungwan knows a lot better.

Oh god save me… what the hell is she doing here!? This has to be a set up. She’s here for me. I’m going to die tonight. Mummy, daddy I love you.

“J-J-Juh…”

She can’t say it. All the years of schooling; learning the alphabet and how to enunciate your words drain out through the holes in her ears. She gawks dumbly, moving her head in what could be considered to be a nod.

“Ah, I thought I recognised you,” she doesn’t even bother trying to sound surprised, “I’m Joohyun.”

Don’t I know.

All Seungwan can do is nod again, hating herself for even breathing right now.

Joohyun clicks her tongue and fiddles with the card in her hand, impatient, “soooo… is this Americano free, or…?”

Yes, yes it’s free, please just take it and go! I’ll upgrade it to an extra-large if you want, on me! If it means I’m spared for the rest of my student life, take it all! Jesus, how did you even find me?!

“Ah, yes. Sorry! Uh, yes that’ll be um two fif – two… two thirty.”

There’s a shaky exchange of a debit card and a forgotten peace treaty iced Americano before Seungwan takes an unconscious shuffle back from the register, eyes glued to the smudge on the toe of her right sneaker, unable to meet Joohyun’s piercing gaze for too long.

“Thank you, Seungwan.”

The way she lingers on the ‘S’ whispers shivers down the girl’s spine. She glances up at the worst possible time, too, nearly jumping out of her mismatched Muji socks when she sees Joohyun’s hibiscus-tinted lips bloom into a coy smirk.

“I’ll see you around.”

And with what a shivering Seungwan could’ve sworn was a terrible attempt at a wink, Joohyun is gone. Clutching at her chest, she tries to slow her accelerated heartrate, praying she doesn’t need heart surgery after what she’s just been through.

Seulgi’s so hearing about this.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Daebak,” Sooyoung scoffs, side-eyeing Joohyun as she twiddles her pen.

“What else did you say?” Jennie presses, taking a sip of her chai latte.

Joohyun merely hums, disclosing no further details of her little cafe incident. She misses Jennie’s disbelieving grin when the walking, talking definition of awkward bumbles into the lecture hall, just on time, armful of texts and messy cinnamon locks matted to her face.

Sooyoung can’t resist a jest. “Joohyun, look. It’s idiocy on legs.”

Joohyun bites back a snort as her eyes follow the girl stumbling and murmuring apologies all the way to her seat. She slumps into the chair with burning cheeks, brushing her hair back with her fingers and fiddling with her gingerbread fringe. Too cute, Joohyun thinks, gritting her teeth.

It happens about mid-way in the class. The mention of pair work triggers the uniform eye-roll, groan and grumble combo, more so from the seniors, who sure as hell don’t want to be paired with icky, snot-nosed first-years who can barely lift their spoons to their mouths. The grumbling evaporates when it is stated that, although compulsory, it is not a fixed-paired assignment.

Seungwan breathes a sigh of relief along with a few others, content to set up camp in the aisles of the library, perfectly undisturbed. But she suddenly feels paler than chalk; flashbacks of heeled boots, midnight cardigans and heart surgery flooding into her veins once more when she catches a pair of stealthy pupils regarding her from across the room. A deceptively sweet smile sparkling on those dreaded lips, breath-taking and utterly petrifying all at once. Even from the other side of a bloody lecture theatre, Bae Joohyun has Seungwan sweating bullets and unconsciously fidgeting at her collar to release steam no one else can see.

About a minute away from hurling herself out the nearest window, Seungwan diverts her attention to her notebook at the last second. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Seungwan stabs her chopstick into the egg yolk, watching it dribble all over her rice. She’s jealous of her own best friend who doesn’t have to live every waking hour with a red sniper laser dot on her back.

Should’ve majored in art too, goddamnit, she curses, poking her lunch in a dazed stupor.

“Wan-ah!”

She scoffs at the familiarity, but Seulgi’s crescent moon grin makes Seungwan momentarily forget.

~~~~~~~~~~

The black cursive of Han Kang’s literature stares up at her as she tries to digest what she’s reading, but she swears her brain allocates the worst times for that sneaky Bae Joohyun to pop up like an unwanted advertisement. Seems like now, she’s going to have to sit through an entire trilogy.

Despite the crippling dread, Seungwan can’t help but wonder. They’re so silly, but she wonders them anyway. She feels free to let her mind wander in the safety of the university library.

Bae Joohyun; Seungwan’s mind is unchanged; she’s the most beautiful girl she’s laid eyes on. It’s a unique kind of beauty; mysteriously edgy, knife-like and femme fatale. The grin Joohyun gave her in class this morning, she knows she should be running from it, but it doesn’t stop the fact that it’s been playing in her head on repeat ever since.

Seungwan unintentionally imagines what it would be like to kiss that sunset-infused smirk right off her face.

Too bad she’s a mean one, she sighs.

She doesn’t get much further with the actual task at hand when her blood-pressure plummets; she watches leader of the killer senior pack, Bae Joohyun, artlessly sit down in the chair next to her. It’s like the world stops spinning for the second it takes their eyes to meet, and Seungwan quivers in her seat, thoughts of literature fleeing out the back of her brain.

Trying to be polite, she gives her a courteous nod and returns to her reading. But Joohyun just sits there, staring, peppering her body with smoking bullet holes – it frightens her in the weirdest way. She can’t help the tiny bubble of… excitement? At the fact that Hanyang’s notorious Bae Joohyun is sitting next to her. Probably to get close enough to kill her, of course, but she’d count her blessings, no matter how terrifying. The thread finally snaps, and Seungwan is able to channel her inner stone statue no more, wordlessly excusing herself and stumbling to the bathroom.

It’s empty and silent; exactly what she needs. She flicks some cool water over the burning in her cheeks and dabs at the heat welled in the corners of her eyes.

But just as she’s about to leave, Joohyun’s standing in the doorway; cloaked in all her intimidating aura and eclipsing her only exit.

“Bathroom break so soon?” Joohyun’s voice drips into her ears like melted honey as she observes a wry smile crawl onto her face, “we’ve barely gotten started. Let’s get back to work… partner.”

It’s kicking in only now what Joohyun is saying. And it takes everything Seungwan has to formulate a pathetic response.

“Oh right, a-about that,” she nervously chuckles, averting her gaze and scratching the back of her neck, “uh, I-I was just um… I don’t wanna drag anyone down with – you know because you’re a senior and all – was m-maybe thinking –”

She doesn’t get very far when Joohyun begins advancing, walking towards her with such sure, dominating strides Seungwan has no choice but to back away, the piercing squeaks of Adidas sneakers easily drowning out the clicking of Louboutin heeled boots. Joohyun sports that coy smirk the whole time she’s cornering poor Seungwan, further and further back, until…

A tiny yelp is torn from her as her back hits the wall. Seungwan strains up to meet her eyes, 5 inch boots are a very useful intimidation tool. Her heart feels about as fragile as sugar glass, and she thinks it would do her good to invest in those styrofoam packing peanuts and a roll of caution tape.  

Joohyun observes the little caramel-haired mouse girl she’s caught; pressed against the cool, beige tile, both hands out in front of her, quivering like a jello pile. She quickly notes the way the top of Seungwan’s head just about grazes the bottom of the wall-mounted paper towel dispenser, and it stretches her grin even further. She looks irresistible, those doe eyes the colour of warm cocoa. Who knew she had a thing for sweet faces, well-intentions and weak-hearts?

Realising her hands aren’t doing anything to keep the other girl at bay, Seungwan drops them like a tonne of bricks - she’s never felt so small and helpless in her life. The rich scent of vanilla and mint tickles her nose; Joohyun’s too close, and she really needs those fragile stickers to go over the thumping in her chest. But she also wants to nuzzle in closer to that intoxicating shampoo smell.

“P-please… I-I didn’t mean to…”

Her voice sounds so tiny and fragile, it tugs on Joohyun’s heartstrings.

“You know who I am?” she demands in somewhat of a growl, caging the smaller girl in with both arms pressed on either side of her head, causing her to gasp out, “you’ve heard?”

Seungwan shrinks a little more, petunias searing onto her milky cheeks at the proximity, but terror-stricken nonetheless. It’s burning, and it’s too much.

A small ‘mm’ and a teary nod is all she can offer.

Joohyun shoots her a challenging smirk, a kaleidoscope of obsidian pebbles flicker in her darkened eyes as she brings a single finger under the girl’s chin, tilting her so she’s forced to look up.

“And you still think you have a choice?”

Seungwan wishes she could rear up at the challenge, hammer some humility into that smug attitude in front of her; put Bae Joohyun in her place. But who is she to change the way the world works? Girls like Joohyun toy with what they want, and get what they toy with; the natural order of things Seungwan has no hope of re-routing. Her resolve, her dignity and everything she’s built up in her 20 years on earth crumbles at her feet; she doesn’t bother picking up the pieces.

With that, she looks up at the girl who still has her locked in with her eyes alone, and meekly shakes her head.

Seungwan can finally breathe when Joohyun detaches herself from the wall and runs both hands down the front of her blouse. She hears a chuckle and before she knows it, there’s an arm around her waist, moving them in tandem.

She doesn’t see the triumphant smile etched into Joohyun’s rosebud lips, like she’s swallowed a coat hanger. All she knows is that they’re now bound by this assignment, and that Joohyun is leaving with exactly what she came for.

Seungwan hides a shy grin of her own.

[imagine-organization-xiii]

Org XIII - Reactions to S/O Turning Into a Mouse

Suggested by: @hexnicki Here’s the original ask.  These turned out to be a lot longer than I expected LOL so I put them under the Keep Reading! Consider it an apology for taking so long to put this one out!

SHOUTOUT TO @4ddictwithapencil FOR BEING A BABE AND HELPING ME WITH THIS ONE

Xemnas

You wouldn’t even be near Xemnas when it happens.  Someone like Demyx, Axel, or Roxas may have been responsible, but you’re absolutely terrified one of them will do something equally stupid like squash you under their feet when they aren’t paying attention.  You escape as they’re arguing over what to do with you and immediately head out to find Xemnas.

The door to his office is closed, so you slip under the crack of the frame to try and get his attention. He’s standing at the window and turns when he hears your hysterical squeaking and his hand glitters for a moment - as if he’s going to zap you completely out of existence - before he freezes at the sound of footsteps thundering down the hallway.  Roxas, Demyx, and Axel burst into the room and freeze, and you immediately skitter towards Xemnas’ shoes to climb up his coat to rest on his shoulder.

He glances at you, then back at the other members with their panicked faces, then scowls. “What did you do?”  Obviously he isn’t hysterically freaking out, but he’s literally at a loss of what to do.  And when he realizes it’s you, you really don’t want to know what the punishment for the other organization members is going to be.

It takes a while to get you back to normal, though, and you spend a lot of the time on Xemnas’ shoulder.  He’ll rub between your ears with his finger and and watch as you scurry across the arm of his chair in Where Nothing Gathers, completely distracting him from whatever he should actually be paying attention to.

Xigbar

Such a little shit tbh.  Doesn’t know how it happened and doesn’t care, just thinks it’s one of the funniest things he’s ever seen in his entire life.  He constantly gives you shit about being a mouse now and can’t get over how adorable you are.  “Why can’t you look this cute every day?” and he gets a bite on his finger for that one.

Actually goes so far as to buy his S/O a little hamster ball.  Gets several scratches and bites when trying to put S/O in the ball, but it’s totally worth it because of the utter rage compacted on such a little face.  Spends literally hours with a huge bucket of popcorn watching you roll around the floor of his room and through the halls of the castle.

The other Organization Members are super amused and some even watch you with him.  “Uh, Xigbar, what are you doing and why do you have a mouse?” “That’s Y/N.” “That’s Y/N?” “Yes.”  “Holy shit, that’s adorable.”

Xigbar is a rat man so it’s fitting amiright babes

Xaldin

When the others bring you to him, he’s super confused.  He looks down at the mouse in his hand as you look up at him, then he looks back at the other members and is like “the fuck am i supposed to do with this?  Is this your way of telling me we have a rodent problem in the castle?” “No, err.... that’s Y/N.”  “What?  No it’s not.” “Yes it is.  We accidentally turned her into a mouse but it’s okay because we’re already working on a way to turn her back if you just don’t mind watching her for a bit okay thanks bye!” Then they all immediately leave and Xaldin is left alone with you.

Doesn’t really have any idea what he’s supposed to do with you.  He was going to go have a workout or get some practice in with his powers but he can’t do that now that he has to take care of you!!! He barely wants to touch you because 1) he lowkey doesn’t really like mice and 2) he really doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you

Vexen

Listen.  Vexen is so used to dealing with mice.  Mice are his go-to creatures for experiments, so he has to make sure he doesn’t get you mixed up with mice that he uses for tests and things like that. You like to sit on his desk and watch him work sometimes!!!

You know how programmers will sometimes have rubber ducks that sit on their desks where they talk through their code to find any mistakes?? That’s you to Vexen.  He’ll talk to you about his experiments and even if you can’t respond or give feedback, it’s a great way for him to go through his work and find errors or mistakes that can be quickly fixed.

Lexaeus

You’re barely bigger than his finger so he is absolutely terrified that he’ll accidentally hurt you.  He thinks you’re absolutely adorable, though, and tries to help you get comfortable or get back to normal as best as he can.

Makes you a little bed out of a tissue box, some cotton, and some spare scraps of fabric.  He keeps it on the side of his bed and makes sure that you’re all tucked in before he even thinks about going to sleep.

Zexion

Zexion thinks that you! are! so! cute! He’s so curious because his scientist brain immediately wants to do some sort of experiment on you, but he also doesn’t want to do anything that would hurt you.

Reads all he can about mice and their behaviors.  Has no idea if the usual diet for mice or mouse behaviors and actions will hold over onto you because you aren’t an actual mouse, but he likes to be prepared.

Feels like he has his very own pet and it’s kind of cool.  Will not actually let anyone else near you because he’s afraid they’ll hurt you or take you away or do something equally stupid like put you in a tiny costume. Imagine them putting you in an itty bitty organization cloak.

Saix

One of Vexen’s experiments had backfired and you suffer the consequences for it.  Saix walks into the lab expecting to give out assignments and accidentally walks in on Vexen and Zexion arguing over what to do with you.  “Why are you arguing about a mouse?” Um... and Zexion and Vexen exchange glances because neither of them want to be the one to break it to Saix that the mouse is his S/O and get their asses kicked.  Zexion, who literally had nothing to do with it, shouts, “It’s Vexen’s fault,” and bolts out of the room.

You look adorable but he’s too manly to admit it out loud.  Wants to protect you as much as humanly possible so he keeps you either i his pocket or somewhere on his person at all times.  You’ll sit on his shoulder and glare at the other organization members as he hands out mission briefings in the Grey Area.  Everyone wants to say something about how the usually stoic Saix looks less than intimidating with a mouse on his shoulder but no one has the guts to say it.

Axel

Thinks you’re crazy when you tell him that you can shape shift and literally thinks he’s going insane when you shrink down to a few inches tall.  He’s super afraid to step on you, so he picks you up and lets you crawl up his arm to rest on his shoulder.

Burying yourself in his long hair and knotting it up when you try to make a little bed in the soft locks.  Hanging on to his hair and controlling him to make him do stupid stuff similarly to a certain Little Chef

He asks you to change into a mouse all the time tbh.  “Y/N.  hey Y/N.  Do the thing.  Please do the thing, i’m begging you.” “Axel, it’s 3 in the morning, i’m trying to sleep.” “But, babe”

Demyx

You’re already the most precious thing in the world to him but now it’s like??? Multiplied by a thousand.  Holds you up directly in front of his face because you are precious and he needs all of you in his vision.  You have definitely bitten him on the nose more than once because of this.

Will carry you around and unashamedly make everyone look at how cute you are.  “LOOK AT MY BABE, SHE’S SO CUTE”

Luxord

You have the power to shape-shift, but it only really works for things that are about/near to your natural size? Like a cougar or a baby elephant or something, and he ends up making a bet with you that you can’t turn into something super tiny, like a mouse.  “Fuck you, Luxord, this is one bet you can’t win because i’m going to do it.”  And you do, but it doesn’t work out the way you want it to.

Luxord sees you turn into this teeny tiny mouse and sighs.  “Okay, I’ll concede.  You win this one.  Go ahead and turn yourself back.”  But then... you don’t.  “Y/N?” And then he just grins because he realizes, “Oh, my God, you can’t turn yourself back.  You’re too small and you’re stuck like that.” And there’s just a bunch of furious, outraged squeaking that blares throughout the room.

Luxord will absolutely 100% have a tea party with the mouse.

Marluxia

Marluxia has always had a connection to nature and wildlife, so he is PREPARED for this. He definitely takes good care of you and speaks softly to you and lets you know that everything is going to be okay.  Not sure if you’ll eat mouse food or human food so he feeds you some herbs and plants that could be for both.  Would definitely be keeping a strict eye on you until someone finds a way to turn you back to normal.

Would let you run in his garden and stay among the flowers like a little field mouse!!! He thinks it’s so cute when you sit under a flower and it looks like you’re wearing the petals as a hat.

Larxene

Does not like mice.  At all.  She knows that it’s you, but mice give her the creeps and she will avoid you as much as she can until you turn back to normal.  She’s not very affectionate, but any affection she had for you is on the fence right now because mice kind of... creep her out?  It’s one of the only things in the world that can send a shiver up her spine.

Still stays away from you for a while even after you turn back to normal.  Just the idea that you were a mouse only a few hours ago just weirds her out.

Roxas

Thinks it’s funny and cute but only to an extent.  The boy is more worried and concerned.  He’s like that video of the drunk girls who were crying over the puppies, like “I NEED TO PROTECT YOU BUT I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN.” Legit cries over you at least once because you’re too cute when you scratch your face and crinkle your nose.

Xion

Literally all over your cuteness.  Thinks you’re one of the most adorable things that she’s ever seen.  Will make you little hats and maybe a purse or a handbag out of fabric and paper.  Will also try to build you a little mouse house to live in until you turn back to normal.  It ends up being more of a mouse mansion tbh

Goes so far as to asking if she can be turned into a mouse too because she wants to be that adorable, but everyone has to be like “honey you already are that adorable.”

[girls-scenarios]

gahyeon dreamcatched x fem! reader holiday prompt 8

Holiday Prompts

8. “I didn’t plan on spending myChristmas in the hospital, but here we are.”

Idol: Gahyeon (Dreamcatcher)

Admin Kiwi

A/N: Sorry for taking so long on this one anon, there were so many of these requests that I wasn’t sure how to make this one different (or what injury to have them in the hospital with) but I hope you enjoy what I came up with!

Warnings: There’s a bloody nose in this? Nothing graphic but I thought I’d put a warning just in case.

This hadn’t been your intention. Of course, nobody intends on going to the hospital on Christmas day, but your injury had truly been an accident. You’d just wanted to do a little sledding before dinner, since it had snowed the night before. How were you supposed to know that the sled would keep going after clearing the hill, veer off to the right, and slam you right into a tree?

You couldn’t have known, it was a freak accident. And now you sat in the emergency room with a bleeding, slightly crooked nose and two black eyes, wondering why the universe hated you.

“You’re just super unlucky,” your friend Yoohyeon said from her seat beside you, handing you more tissues. “I still don’t understand how you managed to veer into a tree that was multiple feet away.”

“The sled had a mind of it’s own,” you muttered, accepting the new tissues. “I had no say in this.”

“Sure, whatever you say.”

“(Y/N), we have a room ready for you, please come right this way.” Your name was called, and you glanced at Yoohyeon, who waved you forward.

“Go ahead, I’ll be here to drive you when you get back out.”

The nurse who called you back looked tired, and you guessed it had been a long day. Did a lot of people get hurt on Christmas? Curious, you read her name tag through your swollen eyes. Siyeon.

“Rough day?” Your voice came out nasally and rough, probably because you were holding a wad of tissues over both nostrils, but she graced you with a smile.

“You aren’t the only one with an accidental injury. The amount of toys-gone-wrong stories we see on Christmas....” She trailed off, and you sensed that she was reliving some horror stories. You didn’t want to know.

“I hope you get to go home soon.”

“Thank you. Oh, here’s your room. Another nurse will be in to see you shortly. Keep holding the tissues, there are some more here, and lean forward and pinch the bridge of your nose. It should put a stop to the bleeding.” You gave her a thankful smile that she probably couldn’t see under the piles of tissues your were holding and sat down on the bed, following her orders.

The bloody nose had slowed down to barely anything when the door opened and a girl poked her head in.

“(Y/N)?”

“That’s me.” She smiled and stepped fully inside, and your heart jumped a little bit. Shit, she was cute.

“Hello (Y/N), I’m Gahyeon, I’m the nurse who will be seeing you today. So you were sledding and hit a tree, correct?” You could feel your face beginning to flush from embarrassment. Why did you have to do something so stupid?

“Uh, yeah. That’s correct. I’m pretty sure my nose is broken from it.” You pulled away the tissues, and she stepped closer to get a better look. She was even cuter up close, and you tried not to stare too much at her lips.

“It looks like you’re right, we’ll have to reset it. You’ve got yourself some nasty black eyes too.” She reached up to touch gently at your face, and you swallowed. Her fingers were cold, and wow, she was way too close for you to be okay. Was it even legal for nurses to be this cute? She was going to end up giving you a heart attack if she got any closer.

Oh well, at least you’d be in the hospital when your heart stopped working.

“I’m going to have you go some x-rays to make sure you didn’t fracture any other face bones, just in case,” she said, pulling away slightly. “It looks like your nose has at least stopped bleeding, which is good. I also don’t see any signs of a concussion, so you got lucky there. Looks like your face took the brunt of the damage.”

“Lucky me,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your voice, and to your surprise, she laughed. And wow, her laugh was cute too.

“I know, it sounds bad. But it would be even worse if you had a concussion so in a way, you are lucky.” Your heart skipped a beat when she sent a smile your way. “I’m going to go get everything ready and I’ll be right back to get you.” You watched as she left, and as soon as the door closed behind her, you pulled out your phone to text Yoohyeon.

-SOS, the nurse who came to see me after I smashed my face into the tree is CUTE

-Lol you really do have bad luck. Good luck trying to flirt with both of your eyes almost swelled shut.

-I hate you

-You love me. Also, Jiu is very worried about you.

-Tell her I’m fine but I might have broken face bones

-Other than your nose?

-Yeah

-She’s about to drive here lol

-I’M FINE I PROMISE. I’LL CALL HER WHEN I’M DONE.

-You’d better

The door opened again, and you quickly put away your phone.

“Alright, those x-rays are ready. You can walk, right?” Gahyeon was still cute, and your heart was still beating faster than usual. Your phone buzzed again in your pocket, but you ignored it.

“Yeah,” you said, carefully getting out of bed.

“Okay, good. Just follow me, please.”

After all the x-rays were done and a doctor named Nayeon who talked to much had reset your nose, you were back in your own little room, wincing in pain with a bandage on your nose and waiting for the results from the x-ray. Yoohyeon had gotten Jiu to calm down, thankfully, and the rapid-fire texts had stopped. Now, it was just Yoohyeon.

-What’s the cute nurse look like? Tell me tell me.

-She’s kind of short, I guess? With black hair past her shoulders that looks, like, super silky. And she’s got really big, pretty black eyes. And the cutest smile and laugh ever? Her cheeks are so soft and squishy when she smiles and laughs like my heart.

-Wow. You’re totally gone. Good luck. Don’t embarrass yourself. Any more than you already have, anyway.

-Don’t text me if you’re just going to make fun of me.

-Ask her for her number! Just don’t bleed all over her when you do.

-I’m blocking you.

The door opened again, and once again, your heart started to jump around in your chest.

“You’re very lucky today, (Y/N)! Just a broken nose, nothing else is broken,” Gahyeon said, her smile wide. “I can let you go now if you promise not to run into any more trees.”

“I’ll try my best not to,” you said, smiling back at her. You didn’t know what to do. You really wanted to ask for her number, but would that be awkward? But if you left without saying anything, you’d probably never see her again. And you weren’t going to hurt yourself again just so you could come back and see her.

“We sent in a medication to help with the pain and inflammation, it should be ready for pickup now at the pharmacy you wrote down for us. Basically, take it easy the next few days, no strenuous activity, no sledding.” She gave you a pointed look. “Anything that could potentially harm your nose is off-limits. But after about a week you should be healed up again. Everything you need to know is written on this paper here for you.” She handed over the paper in question and smiled again. “Do you have any other questions?”

You had to make a decision now. Were you going to leave with or without her number? You swallowed, and then decided to just go for it. What did you have to lose?

“Yeah. Can I have your number?” She laughed, and you could see that her cheeks had turned slightly pink.

“Take a look at that paper I just gave you.” With your heart thumping hard in your chest, you looked down. There, at the bottom of the page in neat handwriting, was a series of numbers, and a little smiley face, signed Nurse Gahyeon. You let out a little laugh, feeling your own face heating up again, and looked up at her.

“I’ll text you, then. Does coffee sound good?”

“After you’re done healing, yes.” Wow. She was really so cute. Maybe this hadn’t been bad luck after all. “I’ll see you later, (Y/N).” She gave you a little wave and turned away. It wasn’t until she opened the door that you stood up and cleared your throat.

“Gahyeon!” She turned back to look at you, smile still in place and eyebrows raised. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

You walked back to the waiting room with a smile on your face and the paper in hand, and Yoohyeon gave you a weird look, putting away her phone.

“What’s that look on your face for? You smiling with two black eyes and a bandage on your nose is weirding me out.” You held up the piece of paper.

“I got her number.”

“What?! No way!” You grinned.

“Yes way! Merry Christmas to me!” Yoohyeon pulled out her keys, muttering something about having to get hurt sometime if that was what it took to meet cute girls, and you just grinned, the pain from your nose almost forgotten. This Christmas hadn’t been so bad after all.

[mangled-dreams]

Whiskey Proposal.

Whiskey Proposal.

Kind of a continuation of Vodka Confessions. The idea struck me and I had to write it down. Don’t mind any spelling errors; I wrote this on my phone. lol.

Pausing outside of Wilford’s office you stand with a silver wrapped box in your hands. Christmas will be upon you soon and you already know Wilford doesn’t mind the holidays. You knock three times, waiting for any response.

You get none. Smiling you open the door and step into Wilford’s office. You look around his less than organized office and chuckle to yourself. Neutral chaotic, as you like to describe him.

He does things without really labeling them as good or bad, which does land him in hot water—with you and the others, but it’s what makes Wilford, well, Wilford. Setting the well dressed box on his desk you tidy up his office a little. Stacking papers together, moving furniture back to their proper place.

You do this each time you visit Wilford’s office and usually it’s instinctual. Scooting his chair into place you reach across the large desk and reposition your gift in the center. Smiling at your handy work you take your leave of the office, closing the door firmly behind you.

Wilford had noticed the moment he entered his office that you’d stopped by. It’s not as if he leaves his office a complete mess, despite what Dark seems to think, but it does come with an added bonus; you.

With a flick of the light switch Wilford spots the present perched so carefully on his desk and approaches. A fleeting sense of guilt passes at the sight. There had been a... misunderstanding the year before about Christmas.

One that left a poor office assistant in tears and the fax machine with bullet holes in it. It hadn’t been any one person’s fault. Wilford simply cannot be around anyone during Christmas due to… reasons.

Hesitantly Wilford takes the small card tapped to the box and reads your script.

I know you aren’t a fan of the holiday, but I saw this and had to get it for you. Don’t think of it as a Christmas present, just... something just for you.

I love you William.

Love,

Y/N

Wilford sets the card down and slowly unwraps the gift. He’s curious what you could have bought him; and he doesn’t think of it as a Christmas gift. It makes thing easier for him.

Pulling a switch blade from his belt, Wilford quickly cuts into the box and opens it completely. Nestled inside the box is something he’s wanted to buy but could never find the right style.

A double breasted gun holster made of butter soft black leather with his logo and name stamped into the straps. Quickly picking it up out of the box Wilford slides it on. His joy overflowing as he gleefully giggles to himself.

He’s truly astonished he doesn’t need to adjust anything despite the straps being adjustable. Strutting to his body length mirror he looks himself over, very much loving his reflection.

It fits him to a T and that makes it even more special. He goes back to his desk and puts his two favorite revolvers into the holsters; he’s never felt more complete. Looking himself over again Wilford notices a small pocket for a knife.

The double dressed holster is just too perfect, too well thought out, too... it’s so you to know him so well. And it’s also concerning for him to be known so well by another. He hasn’t felt this well known on a personal level since before the fateful night.

“Wil? I need to speak with you about your upcoming interview.” Dark announces opening the door. He pauses at the sight of Wilford actually crying in front of his mirror. “I take it you like her gift?” He asks earning a nod.

“You knew?” He asks grabbing a tissue from Dark and blows his nose. Dark suppresses a shiver. He hates hearing anyone blow their nose. It’s undignified.

“How do you think it fits so well? She dragged me with her to the shop she found in some back alley on the south end. You’re lucky she didn’t get killed the first time she found the place.” Dark says straightening his suite.

Wilford looks at his holster again. You’d really go through that much trouble for him? Just because you knew he’d been searching for this kind of holster?

“She’s perfect.” Wilford mutters in complete awe of you.

Dark smirks a little. Of course he’s known you’re perfect, it’s obvious. You fit in so completely with all the egos, your command of your co-workers, ability to remember minute details and make everything somehow come together; it's rather astonishing. Especially to Dark. Of everyone, Dark believes he would compliment you the best. However, seeing his friend so happy keeps his thoughts at bay. “If you are just now realizing this, Colonel, then you are blind.”

Wilford stares at Dark with a shocked look. It’s been some time since he’s referred to him as Colonel, and with such affection. It's almost a little worrying as Dark rarely uses that tone with him.

"Alright, buddy. Who are you and what have you done with my friend?" Wilford asks suspiciously.

Dark chuckles at his friend's suspicion and sets down the small trinket Wilford has on his shelves. "My dear Wilford, should you not worry about me, but rather how to thank that little angel that's graced you with her affection and love."

Your heel click against the polished wood flooring as you make your way down to your office at the end of the hallway. Being official babysitter--slash assistant has its perks, not to mention it puts you just a little closer to Wilford. You don't feel the need to be with him every hour of the day, but seeing him walk around from time to time pass your window makes you happy.

You note your door slightly ajar and nudge it open with your foot. The box in your arms shifting as you walk over to your desk and set it down. Its decorations for the yearly Christmas office party. Once again you’d been elected as party planner. You’d recycled what decorations you could, but this is freshly bought supplies.

“What are you doing?” Google asks from your doorway. You glance over your shoulder at him before looking back at your box.

“Getting ready for the Christmas party.” You tell him, it’s not much of a secret. You’ve been doing the planning for quite a few years now. “How are you today, Google?” You ask pulling out items and mark them off your list.

“I—I—I heard that your got a very sp—escial present for Wilford. Were my d—directions adequate in getting you to your d—destination?” Google asks, lagging on a few words. You nod your head, setting a beautifully crafted Christmas angel holding a star in the center of your desk.

“Yes, thank you, Google, for your assistance in my search. Have you decided on what you would enjoy for Christmas?” you ask keeping your back to Google. Despite his murderous tendencies, he’s a fairly helpful and for the most part friendly.

“E—eradication of the human race.” He responds. You chuckle at his response. You know it’s serious, but even he knows it’s not feasible.

“A sweater it is then.” You mutter earning a groan from Google. “What? Don’t you like my sweaters?” you ask turning to look at Google.

“Y-Your sweaters are very n—nice… however, I h—ave more than I like.” Google tells you.

“Then give me something that I can actually give you, Google. I cannot give you the death of a whole species as a Christmas gift.” You say smirking at the irritated look on his face. A thought comes to you as you watch Google go into search mode. You’ve noticed he likes to search images of yellow labs and ask, “Google? Do you think you could take care of an animal?”

Google pauses in his search, his head slowly centering to look at you. “Why do you ask?”

You shrug. “I think Mark’s been thinking about bringing Chica by when he comes to have meetings and I’ve noticed you take a bit of interest in her.” You lie flawlessly; well… it’s not technically a lie. Mark has been thinking of bringing Chica by the office when coming for a meeting with the egos. He hates leaving Chica home alone for the long hours.

“I am well e-equip to care for any animal.” Google says giving you the greenlight you’d been waiting for. There is just the slightest shift in his expression and tone of voice that helps you make up your mind. You’ll have to get it approved by Dark first, but you doubt he’d have an issue with it. Google is just about the only responsible ego next to Dark himself.

“Thank you, Google. I’ll let Mark and Dark know.” You say softly.

Google eyes you cautiously. “I feel as if you ar—re not being complete—ly truthful with me.” You laugh and reassure him before he goes off on his way. With an idea of what to get Google you feel confident in your gifts this year.

“Damien, what should I get her?” Wilford asks barging into Dark’s office without knocking. Dark sighs, flicks his wrist and the doors close behind Wilford. “Wilford, honestly, knock before entering my office.” He warns looking to Mark. “I am sorry, Mark. Out meeting must pause for a moment.”

Wilford looks at Mark, squinting in an attempt to remember where he knows the man from. “Ah!” he gasps smiling proudly as he says, “I remember you. Didn’t I stab you playfully a few years ago?”

Mark looks at Dark then to Wilford, a little insulted. “You interviewed me then literally stabbed me for no reason.” Mark says quickly searching Wilford for any knives.

“Oh, nonsense, it was playful.” Wilford defends easily dismissing Mark’s words with a wave of his hand. “Anyways, on to more important matters, I need your help Damien.” Wilford says looking back to Dark. Mark shrugs his shoulders, palms up in confusion at the switch.

It’s a wonder why Mark is so confused considering he’s the one that brought the devil into existence. Dark simply shakes his head before addressing Wilford. “William, have you tried coaxing anything out of her? Subtly?”

Wilford rests the back of his hands on his waist rolling his eyes as he sighs at Dark’s question. “Of course I have.” He responds rolling his eyes again. “She says all she wants is to spend time with me. I can’t buy that.” Wilford says earning confused looks from Mark and Dark. The pair mirrors each other’s expression as they stare at Wilford in bewilderment.

“You do realize that is something you can get her, right?” Mark asks earning Wilford’s famous squinty eyed look of suspicion.

“How do you mean?” he asks watching Mark and Dark exchange looks of weariness.

“Y/N is pretty straight forward. If she says she doesn’t want anything but some time with you, she means it. Plan something.” Dark says earning a nod from Mark.

“Every time, Y/N gives a gift, other than with Google, she puts a lot of thought into them.” Mark says noticing you walking towards the office. “Why don’t you show her how much she means to you? Do something that you know will make her happy?” Mark asks as a strong knock silences the room.

“Damien, Mark, I’m sorry to interrupt your meeting…” you start before spotting Wilford and smile brightly. “Oh, Wil, I was just searching for you. Your interview is about to begin.” You tell him gravitating close to Wilford without real thought. You look at Mark when he starts to chuckle. Before you can ask him what is wrong, Wilford drops a kiss to your temple and thanks you for reminding him.

You nod, blushing at the sudden affection. You both try to keep your displays of affection to a minimum at work out of respect to your co-workers. “Y-You better hurry, Wil.” You say looking away from Mark’s gleeful smile. It makes you feel even more embarrassed somehow.

Wilford nods and takes his leave, his mind still running over Mark’s suggestion. He honestly wonders what he can do to show you just how special you are to him. What can he do to make you as happy as you’ve made him?

Chewing the inside of your lip, you walk down the mostly empty hall to the reception area. Over the past two weeks Wilford has been lost in his own head. It’s not that he’s been ignoring you, but it’s obvious he’s distracted. You’ve been trying to not let it get to you but… it has and it hurts a little.

You’d actually gone to Dark for advice, something you never thought you’d do, but even with his reassurance you worry. You’ve tried to put it out of your mind when you got ready for the party but it still lingers there. With another sigh you finally reach the source of all the laughter and cheerful music.

Everyone looks like they’re having a good time and everything looks amazing, if you say so yourself. You smile to yourself, fairly proud at your handy work. Dark had even bought a large ten foot tree to put in the lobby and had it decorated.

You spot the literal devil talking with Dr. Iplier and head over to the pair. It’s been a while since you’ve seen Dr. Iplier and yet it feels like you just saw the man a few days ago. He’s been out at a few seminars to help his practice, which has been very helpful to get your more unimportant tasks done.

“Dr. Iplier, Damien, good evening.” You greet nodding to both men.

“I’m sorry, you’re dying.” Dr. Iplier responds. You sigh and give him a skeptical look. “No, I’m only joking. How are you my dear?” he asks offering a hug. You smile and hug the man.

“I’m doing well, how’d the seminars go? I hope you enjoyed yourself.” You say stepping away from Dr. Iplier.

“Yes! I did in fact learn a great many things.” Dr. Iplier says happily. You mentally prepare yourself to listen to him drone on about various techniques and use terms you don’t quite understand completely.

“Doctor,” Dark interjects quickly, saving you from being confused and lost. “There will be plenty of time after tonight to discuss your seminars, however, tonight, please enjoy yourself.” You smile at Dark, mouthing a thank you from behind your flute. Dark gives you a quick smirk and distracts Dr. Iplier further by sending him off to talk with Google. You think it’s a bit mean, but also quite funny. Dr. Iplier and Google do get into some heated arguments.

“Thank you, Damien.” You finally verbalize with Dr. Iplier is far enough away. You don’t look at Dark, content with watching your co-workers mingle and enjoy themselves.

“Any time my dear.” You frown, Dark sound oddly like Wilford. Glancing to your side you step away from Wilford, shocked to find him in Dark’s spot.

“Wil, what are…Hi.” You flounder searching for Dark and to make sure you’re not dreaming. “I didn’t know you’d be here.” You say instantly calming down. There’s no point in acting weird.

“Thought I’d try something a little different this year.” Wilford replies. Even though it makes you happy, you can’t help by worry about him. Something about the holiday just triggers something in Wilford that neither you nor Dark can really control. You’ve tried to talk with Dark about it, but the conversation never gets anywhere fruitful and gets dropped fairly quickly.

You spin the champagne flute in your hand, smiling into the glass. “You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to Wilford, but it does make me happy to see you here.” You say softly, not even sure if Wilford can hear you. You’ve always enjoyed Christmas, the way it brings people together. You’ve always had fond memories of the holiday.

Wilford doesn’t respond, almost taking it as you don’t want him there, but he sees the small smile on your lips and quickly calms down. You do this for him. You calm him and make him feel centered, even during his worst of times. It’s been like this for a long time, but only now does he really take notice.

Looking around the room he can see the dedication and passion you feel. It’s the way you do everything in your life. Wilford staggers a little, earning your concern eyes.

He hasn’t felt this sane in years, eons… It’s almost as if he can regain some resemblance of the man he was before the darkness took over, before the death of his friends, the rebirth of Damien that drove him into madness and murder.

“William?” You call for the third time. He’s looking at you, but you feel as if he can’t see you. Touching his bare forearm you can feel the cold sweat covering his skin. He’s wearing his normal over jacket on his shoulders. You frown, brows knitting together in concern. “Wilford,” you say a little louder, not enough to get any one’s attention. “Wil, do you need to leave?” you ask seeing he’s wearing the holster you gave.

Wilford looks at your hand, your small delicate hand resting on his larger forearm. You look stunning, amazing, a shining star in his blackened sky. Without warning Wilford downs the glass of whiskey in his left hand and tosses it over his shoulder. He may feel a little saner, but that can’t fully curb his erratic tendencies.

You jump a little at his sudden actions, faces turning to see what the noise was. You ignore the stares and concentrate on what Wilford will do next. He does have one of his revolvers at his chest and you worry he may go for it. You pray he doesn’t, but being naïve will cause more injuries. “Wil?” You ask a little fearful as he reaches into his jacket. Before you can move to stop him from whatever he’s doing, Wilford knees in front of you.

You stare are him blankly. Around you people are gasping and cooing. It only furthers your confusion. What is he doing? “What are you doing?” you ask, honestly baffled by his actions. For once you have no idea what this man is doing.

Wilford has the grace to look a little uncertain as he takes your hand into his and pushes a small button on the small box in his free hand. “I…Ah…I’m asking you to be my wife.” Wilford says in a tone you’ve never heard.

He looks and is acting so…your brain slowly reboots as his words sink in completely. Your eyes grow wide and you take a half step back. “What?” you shriek looking from the box to Wilford and back again. “No! What? I…are you seriously doing this?” You asked more shocked than anything. Your own words echo in your head and you see the hurt flash across Wilford’s face.

You can’t move for a moment as Wilford begins to pull away from you. “No! No, don’t, Wil, I’m saying yes!!” you say actually grabbing his face when you meant to grab his collar. You hear Dark chuckling off to your left but your ignore him.

“What? You said no.” Wilford responds not removing your hands.

You can’t stop the tears gathering in your eyes. “I know, but I meant yes, William. You caught me off guard. I… I love you Wil.” You say trying to convey everything you’re feeling into our simple words. “Are you sure you want me?” you ask softly. The room is dead quiet, waiting on Wilford’s answer.

Somehow everything got flipped around and this is not how Wilford had imagined this whole ordeal going. He looks at your face, your beautiful crying face and… “My dear lady, I could never imagine my life without you.”

You smile at him, tears now dripping down your cheeks. “My dear, you should take care with the words you say.” You tell him, quoting Wilford.

“My dear, I chose my words carefully.” He tells you taking your hand and places the ring on your finger. You laugh softly, covering your mouth with your right hand, trying to keep from crying. Wilford stands and takes your face into his hands.

“You’re stuck with me now, Colonel.” You warn him, smiling like a fool in love.

Wilford can’t help his goofy smile, his lips claiming yours within seconds. “Then stuck I shall be, my angel.” All around you there is an explosion of cheering and yelling of words you can’t even begin to understand. Behind Wilford the other egos stand along side Mark. Each ego is congratulating you both in their own subtle, or none subtle ways. You don’t pay much attention to them, not with Wilford holding you close.

Tequila Dreams.

[plainlymalee]

Hollywood Peel at Chrysalis Medical Aesthetics Review (long post, no pictures)

Earlier this month, I visited Chrysalis Medical Aesthetics at Bedok Mall for my first ever laser session. I’d read their advertorial in the newspapers which promoted their scar removal procedures and saw that they were offering an “Acne Pigment Laser treatment” at $58 nett. Curious, I emailed them asking for more information and after a short exchange with their friendly enquiry staff, I booked an appointment with them to see Dr. Ho Rui Min for a consultation.

I went in for my first appointment about a month ago expecting to do the $58 laser treatment but ended up doing subcision of my pitted scars first. I won’t be going into details of that procedure in this post as its focus is on the laser treatment.

The Acne Pigment Laser touted in their advertorial refers to their Hollywood Peel laser treatment. This procedure claims to:

Brighten and tighten your skin for a natural, well-rested look

Improve skin tone, texture and elasticity

Shrink pores

Improve melasma and other signs of sun damage

Reduce all types of acne

Control sebum production

Reduce redness from inflamed acne

(source: Chrysalis Aesthetics website)

As this is a gentle laser, there is absolutely no downtime after the procedure, meaning no redness, no peeling and you can apply makeup immediately afterwards and go back to work without anyone noticing you just got several layers of skin removed!

The Hollywood Peel

Let’s first talk about the laser treatment itself.

Before the procedure, the medical aesthetician cleansed my face and applied numbing cream. After 15 minutes or so, she wiped off the numbing cream and applied a carbon powder all over my face. Dr. Ho explained that the carbon works exactly the same way as activated charcoal masks work by drawing out the impurities in the pores and absorbing oil. I also think the darkness of the powder helps the laser work better as it is pigment-specific, meaning it removes only pigments that matches a certain wavelength of light. By applying the carbon powder all over the face, it ensures that the laser can treat the skin on the whole face and not just the pigmented areas.

The Hollywood Peel has two main steps:

1) The Spectra XT laser which heats up the carbon powder mask and the layers of skin underneath to stimulate collagen production.

2) The Q-switch laser which blasts the carbon particles off, taking with it a few microns of skin tissue, revealing a new layer of skin beneath. This Q-switch laser may be passed over the face a few times. For me, I think he did about 2 passes before he increased the speed of the laser on the final pass to fully vaporise the carbon powder and “whiten” the skin.

(Watch the Hollywood Peel being explained and performed by a different clinic here)

Both steps did not hurt at all due to the numbing cream applied earlier. It felt as if someone repeatedly flicked a rubber band at my face but I couldn’t actually feel the string?? That’s the best description I can come up with lol. The laser treatment took about 20 minutes.

For the final step, he applied some sunscreen and I was done. A look in the mirror proved that there really was no redness or sensitivity.

Aftermath

The difference in my skin before and after the procedure was really subtle. My PIH was still dark since it was just one session, but overall, my skin looked... radiant! For years I’ve been trying to get my skin to glow with products that promised to brighten, but I eventually accepted that I probably will have sallow skin all my life. However, the laser made my skin look brighter and smoother. I can usually only achieve this smoothness with 0.5% topical tretinoin, which causes disastrous peeling if I’m not careful. I also have this slightly darker patch of skin around my mouth and the laser actually evened it out. It wasn’t a fantastic development; people didn’t suddenly start complimenting me on my skin, but it was enough for me to notice and feel good about the money spent.

The brightness lasted for about two weeks before I observed my original dullness returning.

As for reducing acne... well, the next day I had a pimple on my temple so that didn’t work for me, but my pores were definitely smaller, especially on my nose and cheek areas.

Would I go for more sessions? I’m still on the fence about that. I was told that subsequent sessions would be $107 (before GST), which to me is quite reasonable considering the effects and the fact that it would be even cheaper if you bought a package. However, as I have tethered scars, I still have to undergo two more sessions of subscision which costs about $600/session, excluding GST. This stretches my budget very thinly, which is why I am hesitant to commit to more sessions. If you have the disposable income to go for this particular laser treatment and if it suits your skin’s needs, I would encourage you to go for it.

Gripes

Now that I’m done praising the laser treatment, I would like to express my disappointment in the staff at Chrysalis Aesthetics Bedok.

At my first session, in which I did a subsicion, I was pleased at how nice the staff were. Although I’m usually a quiet person around strangers, I found myself talking a lot to Dr. Ho and his assistant. They were both very chatty and friendly. Dr. Ho also answered all of my questions patiently and explained the entire subscision procedure to me as he was performing it because I was so nervous about it.

On the day I went for my laser procedure, however, I felt that there was a severe lack of communication within the staff and between the staff and clients. Firstly, my appointment was at 12pm. I arrived 9 minutes late, which is very uncharacteristic of me, but I think I was just taking my time that day. When I arrived, I was asked to sit and wait. At about 12.30, Dr. Ho came finally in. This means that even if I was punctual, I would still have to wait to see the doctor. I was offered no explanation or apologies for his lateness.

Even after the doctor arrived, I had to wait even longer while he saw an old client whom I think was a walk-in case. I would not have minded waiting my turn even though I had an appointment if they had given me some sort of explanation for having to see that particular client first.

Later, after they applied the carbon powder on my face, I was asked to go and sit, not outside at the reception, but a small sitting area near the reception with carbon powder all over my face. The aesthetician who attended to me then went to work on another client. This was at about 12.45pm. Apparently she did not tell anyone else that I was there because I actually waited until I FELL ASLEEP. It was not until 1.10pm that another staff member noticed I was sitting there and ushered me into the doctor’s office for my laser treatment.

I was really angry that day but it’s hard to get up and demand explanations when your face is covered in black powder. I’m still debating about whether I should email them about them since it’s been so long since the appointment, but I just wanted to put it out here first.

Apart from what happened that day, I do think that Chrysalis Aesthetics is a reasonable clinic. Dr. Ho did his Masters in lasers and is quite well-known in the field of medical aesthetics. I did not felt that I was being pressured to pay for procedures that I was not sure about. He was also very understanding of my financial situation and gave me appropriate discounts for the treatments I was interested in. Still, I would highly encourage anyone reading this to do thorough research about the treatments they offer and email them if you have any enquiries. I am still going back for my subsequent scar removal sessions. I just hope something like this won’t happen again.

[roscgcld]

GOJO SATORU || ends of the earth

request: can i request a scenario where Gojo and non-shaman!F!reader are on their first date, and they visit the beach to watch the sunset, and gojo suggests they head near the water to dip their feet in for bit because why not? turns out f!reader has a phobia of the ocean due to an incident when she was younger, which is a shocker bc f!reader appears to be very confident and fearless and independent . at first, gojo finds this sorta funny, but after seeing the severity of her fear, he tries to help her conquer her it. she climbs his back as he heads towards the shallow end of the ocean, just where the oceans crashes on the shore (after a lot of convincing on gojo’s part). 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕 just something really fluffy while showing the goofy side of gojo, and his soft and considerate side! thank you!!!!

note: honestly, i love this idea honestly cx this is so cute - i can see gojo doing this for his lover if she is scared cx it’s very fluffy and such a fun thing to write for c: also I changed it so that they are both dating for awhile, since i struggled a lot writing it the other way around lol cx but i think this isn’t that bad??? so i hope you don’t mind~

pronouns: she/her

The smell of the ocean was the first thing that hit your senses once you got out of your car, glancing over at your boyfriend to see him smiling widely at the sight of the quiet beach before you two. Today will be the first time in awhile that you get to see your boyfriend, with him busy being a sorcerer fighting curses across Japan. Because of this, you two decided that a date was in order.

Hence why you two found yourselves at a beach after you two made some simple picnic food to eat. “God, I can’t remember the last time I saw a beach.”

“Don’t make yourself sound so old.” You said with a soft smile as you grabbed the beach mat whilst he grabbed the basket with the food you prepared, Gojo just giving you a cheeky smile in response as he lowered his sunglasses a little, revealing his beautiful glowing blue eyes over the round rims of his sunglasses. “You love me regardless.” Was his simple response, to which you just raise an eyebrow at him before you locked the car behind the both of you. “I’ll let you think that’s the case then.”

Ignoring his dramatic gasp, you made your way down the entrance of the beach, walking down the steps leading towards the sandy beach. If you were being honest, if you had a choice, you wouldn’t have chosen the beach to have your date at. When you were younger, a huge wave had swept you out to sea once; and if it wasn’t for a nearby surfer who heard your mother’s cries for help, you would have drowned. Ever since then, you had never stepped a foot into the ocean anymore.

However, you’ve never told your boyfriend this fact. Maybe it was because it didn’t come up, or maybe it’s because you were embarrassed - but you’ve never told him that you had an insane fear of the ocean. Hence why now, while you watched him try to pick the best spot to have a nice picnic by the beach together, you were trying to not show how nervous and awkward you were as you stood on the warm sand. 

You had wanted to say something to him about the beach, but when you saw how excited he got at the idea to visit somewhere as simple as a beach, the words got stuck in your mouth. Since you weren’t in swimwear, you had decided that there was no harm just sitting on the coast. So, you swallowed you anxieties and walked towards your excited boyfriend, helping him set the beach mat down before you two settle down on the slightly rough and scratchy surface of the beach mat. 

Soon the food was unwrapped and you two were laughing and joking with one another as you slowly went through the sandwiches you made from home. Besides the simple cold cut sandwiches, there was also the strawberry sando that Gojo had begged for you to make earlier. “See, isn’t this nice?” Gojo grinned as he looked over at you, dressed in a simple shirt and a pair of shorts, his skin seeming to glow underneath the slowly setting sun in the horizon. You could barely take your eyes away from how gorgeous and effortless he looks just sitting there, eating his sandwich.

You swear it wasn’t fair how perfect he was.

“You say this when you drag me away from work to cuddle you on the couch.” You commented back with a soft grin as you raised the chilled bottle of milk tea you had purchased at the petrol station when you were filling up on petrol. Gojo hums at the memory as he grins over at you, grabbing a tissue to wipe his mouth clean. “Princcess, you should know how much I enjoy spending any time I can with you.” He said with an innocent shrug, to which you just smiled at him warmly, knowing that underneath the teasing tone was him telling you the truth.

It made your heart warm, but you didn’t miss the chance to tease him a little. “And here I thought Mr Playboy Gojo will never settle down.” You tossed back teasingly, remember how Ieiri had mentioned that you had somehow managed to tame the flirtatious and womaniser Gojo when you first met his long time friend and co worker. Gojo just grins before he leans over to peck your lips softly, causing a light flush to travel up to your cheeks at how spontaneous that kiss was. 

“Well, what idiot would let such an amazing woman slip through his fingers?”

His words caused your blush to deepen as you reached over to push his face away from yours, trying to hide your blush behind your free hand as he laughs and kisses your palm gently. With that the both of you returned to your food, slowly making your way through the rest of it. Then sunset had started to paint the beach in an array of beautiful colours just as you were packing up the rest of your cutlery. 

Gojo tosses the tissues back into the basket as his sapphire blue eyes now on full display as he enjoys the sunset. “Princess, leave the basket for a bit.” He suddenly said as he looks over at you, causing you to pause as you tighten the bottle of half finished milk tea in your hands. “I want to walk along the water for a bit, the water looks extra nice today. And if I had an extra pair of clothes, I would have jumped in awhile go.” He ranted as he got up, dusting his shorts off; and somehow completely not noticing how you froze in fear at the idea of going to the water.

At first Gojo didn’t notice that you didn’t up with him until he was half way towards the shore when he realised that you aren’t behind him. Looking back curiously, he noticed how you seem to be frozen on the beach mat. “Hello? Earth to Y/N?” He called back to you with a confused frown, which only deepen when he realised that you looked too pale for his liking. At first he had no idea what was wrong with you until something clicked in his head, causing him to frown even more.

When Gojo firs met you, he admired the fact that you were fearless. You do not have Cursed Energy, yet you are able to see Curses - which was how Gojo saved you from becoming the next target of a Second Grade Curse. Well, when he got there you were handling yourself well - smacking the monster like Second Grade with your frilly pink umbrella, yelling at how it should ‘keep your disgustingly slimy and wet hands off my clean sweats’ while you assaulted the poor Curse. You weren’t doing much damage, yet at the same time the Curse was completely terrified of you to actually make a move.

Gojo actually watched for a few moments before going over to help you, asking how were you planning to exorcise the curse with your pink umbrella. Only to barely dodge you smacking his head with it. It was that moment when he knew you were the one though. 

So you can’t blame him at how confused he was at to why someone who is brave enough to attack a Curse without a weapon looked terrified of the lightly crashing waves of the ocean. “Hey.”

Your eyes snapped towards a pair of glowing blue eyes, blinking rapidly as you tried to calm you slightly erratic breathing. However, you can never hide from your observant boyfriend, who frowns even more before he takes your shaking hands in his. “Y/N, are you afraid of the ocean?” He asked you in a soft voice, to which you just made a face before quietly looking away, as if you didn’t want to answer his question. Yet that alone gave him the answer he needed to know. “Princess, why didn’t you tell me? We could have went somewhere else if you are scared.”

Immediately your eyes looked over at his for a moment before looking down at your lap once more. “I just...you looked so happy, asking to come to the beach.” You mumble quietly, trying to take your hands back from his so you can fumble with your fingers out of habit. Gojo stopped that, squeezing your fingers between his as he tries to catches you gaze; realises that you were actively avoiding it. Eventually he lets your hands go in favour of cupping your face in his hands, forcing your eyes to look up at him.

 “Y/N...you should never force yourself to do something you’re not comfortable with.” Gojo mumbles softly with a frown, to which you just bite your lip before you glanced away from his ever knowing eyes - knowing that deep down he was right. “You should never put yourself through something you’re not comfortable with, even if it’s for me.” He mumbles with a soft frown, to which you just let out a soft but shaky sigh, leaning forward to bury your face into his chest. 

“But you always do so much for me..” 

For a moment there was just silence before you felt Gojo nudging the side of your face with his nose, causing you to look up at him with nervous eyes. “I’ve got an idea.” He commented with a soft smile, something that was rare for you to see on his face as well. This caused you to raise a curious eyebrow as he grinned softly, an eyebrow raised as well. “Why don’t we try and overcome your fear together?”

It took a lot of convincing, and a lot of whines and blushes on your end before you agreed to get on his back. His plan? He plans to walk towards the end of the ocean with you on his back. He promises that he wasn’t going to drop you, and if he did, he’ll buy you bubble tea from the bubble tea store near your apartment. However, it took him giving you puppy eyes before you allowed him to turn your back to him; wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders tightly as you buried your tensed face into his neck.

The soft rumble of Gojo’s chuckle caused you to blush hard, gently kicking your foot out in frustration at him seeming to laugh at you as he started to walk towards the shore. “Cutie.” You heard him mumble softly, which had your heart skipping a beat once more and the blush on your cheeks to darken. 

A few more steps and soon you heard the sound of the waves gently crashing onto the shore, causing a shiver of fear to slice through you as you tighten your grip around your boyfriend. “Loosen up, princess. You’re about to choke me.” Gojo said with an amused tone in his voice as he took another step forward, his feet resting on the wet sand beneath them as he tosses you an amused smirk. “We can definitely play tonight if you want.”

His words caused you to blush hard as you pulled your face out of his neck to glare at him murderously, only to be distracted by the crashing waves that were around you. Immediately you clammed up once more as you buried your face back into his neck once more; your entire body shaking from the fear. This cause Gojo’s teasing words to stop at the tip of his tongue as he tighten his grip on your legs, feeling bad that you looked so scared of the ocean. “We can go back if you want.”

At first you thought about it before you shook your head slowly, taking a few deep breaths to calm your pounding heart. “You sure, princess?” Gojo asks you in a calm yet soft tone, waiting for you to give him another nod before he smiles softly. “Alright. I’ll just stand here. You can look up when you’re ready.” He said simply, letting you know that he was just going to just stand here until you’re ready to look up.

It took awhile, but slowly you inched your eyes up to look up at the horizon before you. Only to have your breath taken away at the sight of the sun now setting at the horizon, the warm sunlight panting the world in an array of pinks, oranges, yellows and reds. You watched in awe at how the soft waves seem to reflect the sunset perfectly, creating a beautiful scene before you. The fear you felt inside slowly started to melt away as you watch the scene before you in awe, entrance by something as beautiful as a sunset by the ocean.

You were so distracted that you didn’t notice how Gojo was watching you over his shoulder, love and adoration practically oozing from his very person as he tighten his protective grip around your legs. It was this moment that he vowed that no matter what, he is going to protect you with his entire person.

That you were worth going to the ends of the earth for. Because you are his everything. 

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