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ashwhowrites · 2 months

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Eddie Munson x cheerleader! reader, Eds and Reader don't know each other, but Max and Dustin know both Eddie and Reader, and they both think that they would be a great couple so they try to get them to know each other but it never works. But what if Reader goes to the trailer park to take care of Max, or help her with homework but on her way to Max's trailer, Reader falls and Eddie sees it and helps her, after some time, Eddie and Reader start dating and it made Max and Dustin happy but they argue about who made that it happened? (I hope this make sense! I just imagine Max and Dustin seeing how similar Reader and Eddie are in some aspects so they're like, yeah, they would be a great couple, but for some reason, they can't make them like meet each other or even see each other! you can change some things if you think it'll be better!)

I love writing Max as a bestie. This idea is adorable. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting♥︎

Wingman vs Wingwoman

Max was surprised to find herself being friends with a cheerleader, granted it was forced in the beginning. Max's mom has been on an insane level since everything happened with Billy, so she refuses to let Max be alone. Y/N became Max's babysitter, Max wasn't warmed to the idea at first but now it was more of friends hanging out compared to babysitting.

Y/N was way more chill and interesting than the other cheerleaders, shocking Max. They talked, watched horror movies, shared comic books, and went to skate parks. With all of Y/N's badass interests, Max realized she might not be the only one who would adore her. Max knew she had to get Y/N to meet Eddie.

Dustin fell in love with Y/N the second she walked into the student council. Dustin's mom wanted him to engage in more school activities ( apparently hellfire wasn't real enough. ) But the student council wasn't horrible when Y/N was the president. Dustin was a love-sick puppy when it came to her and he practically was her vice president with how much he did for the club. Or for her. With her leading confidence and how high she held her head, Dustin couldn't help but see a bit of Eddie in her. That's when it snapped in Dustin's head that Eddie would love to meet this girl.

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Max was rushing Y/N to Hellfire with a purpose in mind.

"I'm gonna be late for the student council!" Y/N groaned as Max dragged her arm down the opposite hallway.

"I know! I just need to show you something." Max said, a tiny smirk on her face. Her blue eyes lit up with mischief.

Max cheered as they reached the door, Y/N looked at her confused for two reasons. One, Max was excited about something, and two it was about a door with hellfire written on cardboard.

"What the hell is this?" Y/N asked, Max didn't answer, so she yanked open the door.

Max's smile and mood fell when she didn't see Eddie. Just the same losers she always saw.

"Where is he?" Max demanded, her foot stomped against the glossy floor.

"Dustin, dude, we can't be late for this campaign. The rest of the sheep are already set up." Eddie scolded but Dustin didn't listen. Just yanking Eddie down the hall.

"Just one minute!" Dustin groaned. He sighed at the lack of patience Eddie had.

"Where are we even going?" Eddie huffed.

"Tada!" Dustin cheered as he yanked open the wooden door. Eddie peeked in over Dustin's head and felt confused.

"Tada? It's a group of nerds talking about the school."

"It's called the student council, and she's not here!" Dustin growled. Where the hell was she?

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Max and Dustin had no idea they were trying to get Y/N and Eddie to see each other. And they had no idea they were backfiring each other's plans.

"No! I need Eddie, I've been trying to get him to meet this girl for weeks!" Max snapped at Dustin, her icy blue eyes glaring straight at him.

Dustin felt himself shivering in fear but tried to stay confident.

"I don't care. I've got a way better girl for Eddie to meet."

"Mine's better, just watch." Max scoffed as she raced off on her skateboard.

"What did red want?" Eddie asked as he walked to his van.

"No clue. But look, I need you to drop me off at school early tomorrow, student council meeting." Dustin lied, Eddie huffed but agreed as he started the engine.

"Max, what's up? Dustin said he needed me this morning." Y/N asked as Max kept looking up and down the hallways.

"I just need to see something!" Max said as she looked into the parking lot. She saw Eddie's van but she couldn't find him at all. She checked all the rooms she knew Eddie knew but nothing.

"Dude, we've been here for ten minutes, when does this meeting start? We are the only ones here." Eddie sighed. He could have gotten another hour of sleep but this damn kid.

Dustin checked his watch with a pit of anxiety in his stomach. Y/N said she'd be here and she is nowhere to be seen.

"Whatever. I'm going to have a smoke." Eddie said as he walked out the door.

Not even two minutes later Y/N walked in with a grumpy Max.

"Of fucking course," Dustin said as he shook his head.

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Max and Dustin were slowly wanting to give up. Every plan they had was backfired. Somehow Eddie and Y/N were always at the wrong place at the right time.

Y/N groaned as she walked through the muddy trailer park. She regretted wearing her nice shoes. A huge van came speeding down the road, frightening her into slipping in the mud.

She groaned as she landed on her ass. Now her clothes were as muddy as her shoes.

The van slammed on their breaks and a boy came running out.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." The boy apologized, he kneeled next to her as he softly helped her stand up.

She went to scream in his face but once she took in his face, she was silent. He was the most gorgeous boy she's ever seen. His soft skin, bone structure, nice jaw, and flowing brown curls rested on his shoulders.

"Oh, that's alright." She shrugged off with a smile. She was sure she'd have fallen for him the same way if he still wasn't holding her up by the waist.

Eddie didn't hear a word she said. Too amazed at how beautiful the girl was. He didn't even realize he was still touching her until she shifted.

"Shit sorry." He apologized again as he removed his hands. He took in her muddy clothes.

"This will sound so creepy, but can I drive you to my trailer to get you new clothes? I feel awful." Eddie smiled as she laughed.

"It is super creepy, but I also don't want to babysit in these clothes." So she agreed and they rode off to his trailer. Only to connect the dots that Max was right across the way.

"Here! It's just an old shirt and some sweatpants." Eddie said as he handed Y/N the clothes.

"Do you want me to drive you to the trailer you need?" Eddie asked as they stood at his front door.

"It's actually just right there so I can walk. Thank you, what was your name?" She asked.

"Eddie Munson, and you?" He asked as he held out his hand.

Max eyed Y/N as she walked in covered in mud and clothes in her hand.

"What happened to you?" Max asked as she got off the couch.

"Slipped in mud, but I got new clothes so gonna change!" Y/N said she walked into the bathroom, with a smile on her face.

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A month passed and Max was preparing to give up. No matter what she did, she never got Eddie and Y/N in the same room.

"Why can't you come tonight again?" Max asked, Y/N walked beside her down the hallway.

"I've got a date, but your mom is staying home," Y/N explained.

"Where is the date? I've got a guy for you and I bet he's way better than whatever loser you picked yourself."

"Rude, he is not a loser. I appreciate in a weird way that you want to set me up, but I'm fine. We are going to the movies."

"Dustin, I can't! I'm going to the movies for a date." Eddie sighed as he searched for an outfit to wear.

"Waste of time, bro. I've got the perfect girl for you. Just cancel, then come be my wingman at the diner then I'll set you guys up!" Dustin argued.

"First, I am way too old to be your wingman. It's creepy. And second, this girl is hot, I'm not ditching."

"Come on dude! You are my only ride and my mom said I needed a babysitter. Steve is working so please?"

"She's here, see ya," Dustin said as he ran to an empty booth with his date.

Eddie picked a seat where he could see the back of Dustin's head.

He smiled when Y/N took the seat across from him, blocking Dustin.

They dived into a conversation and the time flew by in seconds.

Dustin said goodbye to his date and walked over to Eddie, he noticed Eddie was alone.

"Stood up?" Dustin mocked as he pointed to the empty seat.

"Bathroom, now beat it," Eddie said, but Dustin sat down instead.

"I've got nowhere to go, you are my ride." Dustin shrugged, grabbing a fry from the plate in the middle of the table. "Plus, my girl would be so much better for you."

Max walked into the diner, and her mom drove her to pick up dinner. She waited near the counter as she waited. She gasped when Y/N walked out of the bathroom.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had a date?" Max asked, her arms crossed.

"I do! We changed it to her because he had to babysit." Y/N explained.

"Babysit? Can't get a real job?" Max mocked and rolled her eyes.

"Watch it. I'm a babysitter." Y/N declared as she glared at the younger girl.

"Is he still here? I want to meet him so I can prove my guy is better."

Y/N sighed but agreed, walking Max to the table.

"Dustin?"

"Y/N?"

Eddie looked between them confused, "you two know each other?"

"How the hell do you know her?" Dustin spazzed as he looked at Eddie with huge eyes.

"EDDIE IS THE GUY!" Max squealed, and Y/N was confused about her showing a positive emotion.

"What is going on?" Eddie and Y/N asked at the same time.

After Dustin and Max explained their sides, they left the couple alone. Dustin walked Max out to her car, killing time until Eddie was ready to leave.

"I so did that." Dustin bragged, he nodded in improvement as Eddie slid his arm around Y/N as they walked out.

"They didn't even know you were trying to set them up, plus she met him because of me!" Max argued

"No, she did not!" Dustin fought back.

"Yes huh!"

"No huh!"

"It's kinda cute they wanted us together so much," Y/N said, walking out of the diner.

"I'm surprised Dustin thought I was in your league." Eddie chuckled, his arm still over her shoulder.

"I'm surprised you'd even like a cheerleader," Y/N replied.

"When they look like you? Yeah, I like the cheerleader." Eddie teased, but his heart raced as she laughed and swatted at his chest.

He might have to give Dustin a praise for this.

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 months

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Anakin flirting with m reader and ending making out? Pls

Anakin Skywalker x Male reader

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You are a non-jedi general during the Clone wars, cuz yall lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship.

This turned out a lot sweeter than i had planned ngl.

You were a general during the clone wars. You weren’t anything special, you couldn’t use the force, you weren’t from some rich or special background, your name didn’t carry any weight. The only gift you seemed to have, was your inability to be affected by the force. All in all, you weren’t anything to write home about.

Of course, that’s also what made you so damn useful in your role. No one kept an eye on you, everyone underestimated you, you could get away with so much because to most people in charge, you didn’t exist. You not being able to be manipulated by the force, also made you extremely skilled in what you did, without anyone seeming to notice.

Your feat of climbing the military ranks in leaps and bounds only got you mild acknowledgments, and a handful of attempted manipulations from some people in power. But when they realized you didn’t bend, but you weren’t important enough to get rid of, they left you alone.

At 22 you had reached the rank of senior general in the republic army, placing you above even a good chunk of the jedi you fought against, which was also why you had been placed with the 501st, to apparently teach their general the basics.

Anakin and Obi-Wan had both been unsettled by the fact that they couldn’t sense you in the force the first time you met. Every being, even the nonliving, had a presence. But you didn’t. it was like you didn’t exist.

That took quite some time to get used too, especially to someone as force sensitive as Anakin. But over time you two started getting along, and though it took him some time and a lot of grumbling, Anakin did learn quite a lot from you.

The flirting had been subtle in the beginning, or as subtle as Anakin could be. From getting your help on reports and readings he just “couldn’t understand”, to getting you to help him stretch after he had spent hours going through his katas.

You weren’t oblivious, you couldn’t be with the life you lived, so of course you noticed his attempts at flirting. It was endearing in a way. To see someone who was supposed to have no connection to people like that, seem so drawn to you.

It also left you feeling uneasy in a way, as you had never really had much time to relationships or even flirting for that matter, having spent all these years making something of yourself.

Alongside the flirting you two became good friends, and you had even signed yourself up to stay with his platoon, even when your training was done. This was also where you learned he had had a thing with Padme, but they realized they were better as friends a while ago.

When you shared your own lack of experience, it seemed to boost some of Anakin’s confidence, seeing as you both were on new ground. And like with anything else, he took to it with gusto.

The fact that you never turned him down or rejected him, sometimes even laughing and playing along, only made Anakin try even harder. It was cute, to see him trying his best to woo you in a subtle and less noticeable way, seeing as he was still a jedi and it wasn’t actually allowed.

The 501st knew though. Of course they knew, and when Ahsoka came around she figured it out very fast, and she most likely took up the role as hype man and background support.

Your flirting became part of your dynamic, it was just something that you two did, which to outsiders was just seen as banter to keep the spirits up.

It also didn’t go past flirting for a long time, seeing as you guys were always surrounded by people. And being besides Anakin didn’t let you slip into the shadows like you were used too, since he would glow so brightly.

The need for privacy was what had you two slinking off to the side during one of the nights in camp, the platoon having settled down on a planet and waiting for their next orders. Anakin and you had decided to wander off, settling somewhere nearby, but far enough away to get some time alone together.

There might also have been a bottle of alcohol in your coat. It was nowhere near enough to get either of you drunk, especially with the force helping clear it out of Anakin’s system quicker than average folk. But it was enough to loosen up and get comfortable.

Your normal banter of flirting was constant, but as the buzz settled it became something softer and somehow hotter, the feelings growing thick in the air and noticeable enough that even you, who was as force sensitive as a rock if not lesser, could sense it.

Anakin must have made some corny pass at you, that cocky grin on his lips and his hair brushed back and out of his face, letting you truly see his handsome features. Something came over you, later you would blame the force, but it just felt right.

Leaning in and closing the gap between you seemed to have shocked Anakin, his eyes wide before he seemingly melted against you, arms wrapping around your neck and torso and pulling you even closer.

The kiss was far from the most skilled or pleasant, but your shared lack of experience was fully made up for by enthusiasm.

Anakin would pant and grunt as the kiss turned steamier, lips parting and tongues rubbing together, spit gathering at the edges of your mouths and a line of drool running down his chin. His eyes were shut tightly in concentration, his brows furrowed and hands grasping as your coat.

You had no idea how long you two were laying there, kissing like two lovesick fools from some romance novel. Hands were grasping and exploring, but never going further than that. Now wasn’t the time to go any wilder than what you were doing, but the possibility of it was enough to make the kiss even better.

When you pulled away, Anakin leaned after you with a soft noise, bottom lip pouting out and red from the insistent kissing, his eyes cracking open to look at you with the softest look you had ever seen from him.

“Not all of us can hold our breath for hours” you snarked with a soft chuckle, since you knew he could, thanks to the force. Your jedi grumbled, but tucked his head under your chin, still clutching you close and brushing his lips against your neck.

Neither of you spoke for a while, just holding onto each other. You found yourself brushing your fingers through his hair, Anakin almost arching into the touch like an affection starved tooka, a sight that only made you smile more.

“I like you a lot” he mumbled, glancing up at you through his lashes with that insistent determined, but somehow still soft and warm look in his eyes. Just seeing him like that made you wanna kiss him again, to devour him whole.

“I think I like you too” you replied, an upwards tick to your lips as you pulled him close again. Even without the ability to feel the force, you could still feel it flare, like the sun rising in the morning. It would be no surprise if Ahsoka knew exactly what had happened, and the padawan would be confronting you guys about it later.

But right now all that mattered was laying there with Anakin, and maybe stealing a couple more of those deep insistent and longing kisses, since he sounded so pretty when you did. You guys could deal with everything else later.

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watermelonlovershigh · 10 months

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The Diaper Blowout👶🚼

AN: this idea came out of nowhere but when i thought of it i started writing it imidiantly. i love some good dadrry so i hope you do too. don't forget to share your feedback. thx.

This story contains: VERY poopy diaper, mentions of throw up, fluff

{ dadrry - husband!harry - softrry - Rayne is two weeks old - au harry }

word count- 1,590

Your two week old daughter wakes up in the middle of the night with her first diaper blowout and when Harry realizes the situation is much bigger than he can handle alone, he resorts to waking you up for some help.

You and Harry just welcomed your little baby girl, Rayne, two weeks ago into this world. The labor process was one you'd rather forget but after seeing your little bundle of joy for the first time, you knew you'd do it a million times over just to have your baby.

Rayne makes you both first time parents but honestly Harry and yourself read every parenting book under the sun and went to every parenting class that when she was born everything came so natural to you.

Every cry and ounce of discomfort she lets out does of course cause anxiety to fill you, but luckily once she's in one of your arms, Rayne's little body relaxes and she knows everything is going to be alright now that one of her parents are holding her.

One thing you knew you'd expect after Rayne was born was how amazing Harry would be at fathering your baby girl. He was so attentive during your entire pregnancy process and now two weeks after she was born, it's still the same attentive man but ten times more.

Harry has always wanted to be a dad so you making him one was the best gift anyone has ever gave to him. He's eternally grateful for you in that aspect. Seeing Rayne be born and hearing her first cry into this world made him sob so loud in the delivery room that it startled all the nurses who was present.

Now just because you love being parents doesn't mean it's not hard. It's very hard at times. The lack of sleep. The sore boobs after not feeding or pumping for a few hours. The raw nipples from feeding so frequently that no one warns you about. But luckily Rayne is a pretty well behaved baby so you are grateful for that.

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It's two in the morning when the wailing cry from Rayne's nursery jolts Harry awake. He was never the heaviest sleeper before she was born but now he's an even lighter sleeper. Not wanting to disturb you, he gets out of bed and assumes he can handle the situation himself. Feeling confident he's a pro at this dad thing.

If she's hungry there was pre pumped breast milk in the freezer he could feed her. If she just wanted a cuddle he could give her some of those because he likes to think of himself as a professional cuddler, though you're the one who gave him that title.

As quickly as possible, Harry pads his feet in the dark until he reaches the hallway and rushes over to the baby's nursery down the hall. When he finally makes it, he flips the light switch on and moves swiftly over to her crib. "Hey," Harry coos in his soft baby voice, "what's the matter, little love? Huh?"

Once Harry is right in front of the crib, he goes to lift the small baby up to hold her and asses what could have her crying so hard in the middle of the night when all of the sudden he sees, and rather smells the issue instantly. Poop. Everywhere. Well luckily not near her hands or face but it's leaked out of her diaper and got on her sheets. Rayne had her first diaper blowout.

Now Harry would like to say that after becoming a husband and a father that his stomach is made of steal but that's just not the case. He can handle a little throw up from time to time and has changed Rayne's diapers several times. But none smelled and looked this bad. It has him holding down gags.

Being the good dad he is though, Harry pushes through his own weak stomach and grabs an extra baby blanket to wrap around her small body and lift her out of the crib. Then he scrambles to think of what to do. He really didn't want to wake you up but this is far too much for him to handle on his own.

He shushes Rayne in his hold while making his way back into your bedroom. Harry turns on the lamp and nudges your shoulder gently. "Love, Y/N, wake up f'me."

Thinking the worst, you jolt awake and sit up quickly. "What, what, is everything okay? Is the baby okay?"

Trying not to let a giggle out at the situation in hand, Harry replies, "Yeah, well I think everythin' is okay. Or will be okay but I need your help. Little miss Rayne shit everywhere and I don't know what to do. It's leaking out her nappy and got on her sheets."

Though you are concerned about your baby's tummy troubles, you can't help but laugh out loud. Harry looks so stressed which isn't inherently funny but the way you can tell he's trying not to throw up at the thought of the diaper blowout is hilarious. And the fact he had to wake you up.

"Don't laugh at me!" Harry retorts, not really mad because he has a small smile trying to peek out over his fake frown.

"Alright, it's gonna be okay. Help strip her clothes off and yours as well and I'll help you wash her in the shower." you respond as its the only solution to the problem right now. Harry carries her to your bathroom and begins to peel away the soiled blanket and her soiled onesie. Then he takes her diaper off to throw it in the trash can beside the toilet.

"You think I should shower with her naked?" Harry asks.

You reach in the shower to get the water going and the temperature just right before answering, "Yes H, she's two weeks old. She's not gonna remember seeing her dad naked. You'll get shit on her boxers otherwise."

With that, Harry holds a dirty and naked Rayne with one hand and his other hand reaches down to slide off his underwear. When you confirm the water is just perfect for a newborn, he steps in the shower with her cradled to his chest and allows you to instruct further instructions.

"Okay I'm not getting in but I'll hand you the soaps and stuff. First rinse her off with the water. The pressure shouldn't bother her. Just don't get it in her face." Harry does as told and carefully turns to face the shower head and allow the water to rinse off any poop she still had on hers and his skin. He even turns Rayne around in his hold to get her front really well rinsed.

You grab her baby soap and apply some to a soft cloth before handing it to your husband. "Here, now gently wash her bottom off. But start from the front to back so she doesn't get a UTI, please."

Though Harry already knew how to safely wash a baby girl he listened to you anyways. He takes the soapy cloth from you and while one arm cradles Rayne to his chest facing forward, the other hand very gently wipes over her vagina, making sure no poop got on the area. Then he hands the cloth back to you so he can turn her around in his hold.

While he washes over her bum area, Rayne just now starts to cry. She had been handling the shower really well up until now. "Oh, shush. It's okay. Daddy's got you." Harry coos to the small baby in his arms. As you stand on the outside of the shower doors all you can think about is how much you love them both so much. Snapping you out of your thoughts, Harry looks over to you and says, "All done. Take her from me while I wash up quickly."

"Yeah, of course. Let me grab Rayne's baby towel." You get a towel from the stack of towels specifically for your newborn and walk back over to the shower where Harry leans out the shower doors and carefully places her in your arms.

While you began to dry off your small, crying baby, Harry bathes himself off. Some poop did transfer onto him and he wants to make sure it's all gone and he's clean before going back to sleep for the night.

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Once Harry is all clean and dry and he's put on a fresh pair of briefs you'd laid out for him, he walks back into the bedroom to see you sat up in bed, half asleep, with Rayne feeding from your right boob. The sight makes Harry feel all warm inside. The people he loves the most just looks so comfy and safe.

Harry rolls the bassinet over to his side of the bed and when Rayne is done feeding and you burp her, he places her inside to finish her sleep for the night. Her bed still had shit on it and that's something neither of you have the energy to deal with tonight. When he's made sure she's all nice and cozy in her bassinet, Harry climbs back into bed beside you and you instantly crawl over to cuddle into him.

Once the bedside lamp is off and the covers are over you both snuggly, you whisper, "Love you. Thank you for helping with Rayne tonight. She has the best daddy in the world."

Harry whispers back, "Love you too, baby. And you're welcome. She means the world to me and I'd do anything for her. And you too, you know. Night, night. Sweet dreams." With that, you're both off to slumberland until Rayne wakes up again three hours later....

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koisuko · 7 months

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I love your writing so much! Tbh I would beg, borrow, and steal for a sequel to the cute stargazing reader insert you wrote with y/n x bi-han.

certainly, I hope this is good! I'm glad you like my writing, tapping my fingers and kicking my feet <3

here is part 1

Tw: none, fluffy Bi-han, gn reader

Ever since that night beneath the stars, Bi-han had been making subtle efforts to get a little closer to you, and you couldn't help but notice. During missions, he stood a bit closer; in training, he went a bit easier on you, and around the temple, he'd steal glances in your direction, quickly masking them with a stern expression. On rare occasions when you returned from a mission, battered and bruised, he'd discreetly pull you aside, away from prying eyes, and tend to your wounds in private, despite your protests. He even took the time to teach you a few self-medical tricks, his touch gentle and careful.

Tonight, another restless night loomed. Tossing and turning in bed, sleep remained elusive. With a heavy sigh, you abandoned the warmth of your covers and embarked on a quiet walk around the temple. You briefly considered seeking comfort from your best friend, Tomas, but knowing he'd just returned from a taxing mission, you decided to let him rest. Your steps led you to your favorite spot in the temple, the very place where you'd once stargazed with Bi-han.

You walked with your eyes closed, savoring the fresh night air as the sounds of nocturnal life enveloped you. By now, you'd committed the path to memory, walking it night after night without conscious thought. You stopped near your chosen spot, taking one last deep breath before opening your eyes. To your surprise, you spotted Bi-han sitting there, holding the book of constellations you'd given him. He seemed engrossed, flipping through the pages and studying each constellation as though committing them to memory.

"Bi-han?" you whispered, and he looked up, meeting your gaze with a soft yet serious expression. He grunted in acknowledgment and returned his attention to the book. Encouraged by his lack of any indication that he wanted to be left alone, you quietly took a seat beside him and joined in observing the stars.

"You can't sleep?" his gravelly voice reached your ears, and you couldn't help but smile. "No, I'm feeling a bit restless," you admitted, concern in your eyes. "What has you up at this hour?" For a moment, he remained silent, his gaze fixed on the stars with a distant expression. "I'm restless too," he finally admitted, his voice tinged with something unspoken.

Sensing that he wasn't sharing the full truth, you decided not to press further, assuming that the weight of being the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei was taking its toll on him. You nodded in understanding and looked at the book in his hand. "How are you liking the book so far?" you inquired, a warm smile at the thought of him actually using your little gift.

To your surprise, a brief smile flitted across his lips before vanishing. "It's intriguing," he said, his gaze still fixed on the stars. "Seeing these shapes, each with its own story." You scooted a little closer, and your shoulders touched. Bi-han made no move to distance himself; in fact, he leaned in a bit closer.

"It is, isn't it?" you agreed, your voice filled with affection as you studied his features. Bi-han glanced over at you, and you turned your attention back to the stars, a light blush tinting your cheeks due to your proximity.

"Thank you," he suddenly said, his voice softer than usual. Hearing those words from him was a rare occurrence, and a sense of accomplishment swelled in your chest at earning such a small victory. You rested your head on his shoulder, and he gently snaked his arm around your waist in a tender side hug. With a sudden surge of confidence, you lifted your head and planted a quick kiss on his cheek before returning your head to his shoulder. Bi-han chuckled softly, unbeknownst to you; he cast a gentle gaze down at you, sporting a small smile, and a soft pink blush dusted his cheeks

"Anytime, Bi-han."

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insanely-lovely-and-random · 20 days

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Sorry sorry saw Challengers for the fourth time and just had to write a few things I thought down before I lose them.

This time around I was looking at the characters and noticing their major flaws. Like not actions just character flaws. Art is easy cause the movie points out one major flaw of his, confidence or lack of it. Also I'd say related to this said confidence issue is that he represses parts of himself he's not ready to face and here's where it gets interesting to me, that is one of Tashi's biggest flaws as well. See the first few times I watched it was easy to see the similarities between Patrick and Tashi but now I actually think Tashi is actually more similar to Art.

Tashi and Patrick share an outward confidence but I'd say this is actually in a lotta ways a flase confidence on Tashis part. Don't get me wrong, when it comes to tennis Tashi exhudes the stuff but when it comes to personal relationships? I think she wants the power in them but this backfires on her. With Patrick it's because he won't allow her to have all the power and because their young and bullheaded the relationship collapses. Sure Art had his part in it but that fight was inevitable. When Patrick leaves the room her faces crumples, then she has a disaster during the match. Because I think when it comes to people alot of her confidence is more a false bravado so when she loses tennis on top of that? Well I think she hardens her walls. She won't let people see how vulnerable she is, she represses that part of her.

And then we come to Art. He and Tashi are so similar in the sense that Art, I believe has feelings for Patrick from the beginning. But unlike Patrick he's clearly not ready to face them. Just like he's not ready to face that he's losing his marriage. He's ready to hide in what's easy and comfortable because he's afraid of change and who he really is. I think at the start he'd rather stick with the idea what he and Pat have is just friendship because it's the safer option. I think he doesn't want to lose his marraige because it's what he knows. Art does not want to be left alone and left out, I think when he sees Tashi and Patrick getting closer he panics and messes up, just like Tashi did. Art likes to be safe and have somone else take the lead. When he was young it was Pat, in the present it's Tashi but I think there's something else Art wants that he's not even aware of himself. It's that he's okay having somone be in charge, he just also wants them to see him as an equal. But during most of the movie he can't be seen by Patrick or Tashi as one because he doesn't have the confidence to prove himself as one. And I'm not talking just on the court but in life as well.

Now during the sauna scene I think just like Tashi what's he's putting on isn't a real confidence and surety in himself. It's just a hedgehog putting up spikes because he's afraid, afraid of Pat not because he's threatened but because Patrick inspires real feelings in him and that means looking at a part of himself he's spent a better part of 13 years repressing. He lashes out because he's so unconfident in his old friendship that he can only see Patrick being their as a cruel thing not the desperate reaching out and trying to break down walls between them that it is and so.... Patrick.

Patrick I'd say ironically is the heart of the movie and the group. Patrick's major flaw isn't his ego, it's not his confidence, it's not even his immaturity. It's that he's the most open and honest character in the movie EXCEPT when it really matters. (And sorta his obliviousness🤣) Look Patrick is honest about himself in a lot of ways from the beginning, he actually IS confident in himself at the beginning. He knows he can be a dick. He is self aware. He's more honest than the other two but he doesn't trust them enough to be honest in the real ways that matter.

Patrick clearly has feelings for Art at the beginning but he also either knows or thinks that Art isn't ready to face them and so he doesn't push past those boundaries. They're all over eachother yeah but there's an unspoken thing between them. Art denies it with words but Patrick never does but he also never says it, he won't rock the boat. But then like a child who can't get what he wants he seems to treat Art almost as a toy. Now don't get me wrong not in a callous way but in way that if he can't have Art the way he wants, at least he has the control over him. He's in charge of course until he isn't. He pulled Art's pigtails one too many times and then he's gone to the other person who he loses his relationship with. Tashi.

Pat's right when he says Tashi sees herself in him and she doesn't want to face it. And he's right and that's really what both of them have with him. They see something about themselves in Patrick that they're too afraid to face and so they cut him out.

Now Pat and Tashi are interesting, like I said on paper their the similar ones. And in the a lotta ways yeah. Their both dominant forces and with no Art to balance them they eventually clash. Patrick clearly cares for Tashi but he pushes back when she asserts dominance, Tashi doesn't see him as her peer and he can't stand that. Which is ironic because he (I do believe loves Art) but he doesn't see him as his peer until the end. In fact I think that's what he realises, he begins to in the sauna and it really comes to him at match point. They are all unbalanced, they all have things they need but he needs to level the playing field. Their relationship is a mess because of power imbalance, because of fear and because of dishonesty.

Tashi and Art won't face their true selves. And Patrick hasn't pushed hard enough because he had his own fear. He was afraid of losing them and in the end that fear lost him them both anyways. When Patrick is asked somehting he doesn't want to answer he simply doesn't answer. Tashi asks about them two while Art denies Patrick just looks away. Whenever Art and Tashi are asked questions in the movie they're unsure of they answer with a question. They deflect.

"Who wouldn't be in love with you?"

"What else could I want?"

They. Won't. Face. It.

And so it's Patrick who has to make them.

Patrick realises what they need. They need to be honest. With themselves and with eachother. Cause it wasn't just Art and Tashi who were afraid all those years ago. It was him too. He was afraid he'd lose Art if he tried changing their relationship and brought the unspoken in the open. He was afraid he'd lose his power in the relationship if he backed down in his and Tashis fight so instead he ran away because it was safer. And it all went wrong anyways.

So when he's thinking about pulling the move of laying it all out in the open? It's risky. It's dangerous. It could mean he loses them both all over again for ever this time, but then again... he's already lost them before by being dishonest.

So he faces his own fear. And tell's Art the truth and Art is furious, he's shocked and then he's hurt. He's wounded. Tashi's just confused, knowing something has happened but not fully grasping what. Patrick has laid it all out.. and then? Art smiles. I think Art is relieved. Because this time? It's not like Atlanta, it's no longer a secret between Tashi and Pat because now he knows. He's included and Patrick finally shows he sees him as a peer. Not just somone he has to protect from the truth or lie to. And I think that helps Art breakthrough his own fear and face his true feelings he's buried all this time.

When that match breaks out they take eachother on as equals at last. And Tashi? She must see that they've broken free, they've finally reached that potential she saw so many years ago. And she too might just be ready to face her own self and let go of the pain she's held after losing tennis. She's witnessing something she's missed all these years and I think she probably realises she's missed the relationship between her boys as well because it was that, that helped make them be good tennis players.

I also read that due to touching the net the point may not count so it's truly inconclusive who won but I'll say it again. The match isn't what mattered. Its a game about taking the points that matter. It's game that required the confidence to risk it all and they all did. Patrick, Art, Tashi? They've won.

(All my own opinions and analysis, movie is very open to interpretation! That's why I've watched it four bloody times, I'm obsessed haha)

#challengers movie #challengers spoilers #challengers 2024 #zendaya #mike faist #josh o'connor #challengers #movie analysis #movie rant #film #bisexual

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hii, congratulations on the 1k followers! and i have a requested for you

not sure if it is a specific trope but, theodore nott and a reader where theyre friends and both oblivious to each others feelings. then, at night, after a bay day they end up together, something like this. just a cute moment where they feel free to be themselves and share a genuine comfortable moment

hope you have fun writing this! 🩷

ignorance is bliss except when its ignorance of Theo Nott's feelings for you and vise versa

You weren't an idiot, your grades alone proved that. But as Pansy would tell you, there's a difference between book smart and common sense, and your common sense of awareness was highly lacking. At least according to Pansy, because two weeks ago she told you that she thought Theo may like you back; actually, she said she knew he liked you back, but you just blew it off.

You had confided in her two years ago about your crush on your best friend, how you had begun to notice your platonic friendship growing into feelings that were more romantic. Your friend group had constantly teased both of you openly for years, jokingly calling you Mrs. Nott, suggesting there was more than meets the eye, things like that.

At the beginning you had always denied it, told them to fuck off and leave you guys alone, that you two were just best friends and Draco and Mattheo were just jealous that they could barely get a girl to stay around them for more than one night let alone be an actual friend.

However, lately when those same jokes would happen, your cheeks would burn, your heart would flutter, your stomach would tighten in knots. You would still laugh it off, but you couldn't help that your eyes would wonder to Theo, trying to gauge his reactions and see if they were any different.

To you, there was nothing different in Theo, he still joked and laughed about everything as always. Still wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, still gave your temple a chaste kiss and told his friends to fuck off. But his lips on your skin left you dizzy, and it was hard to avoid the looks Pansy would give you after interactions like that.

But after the day you had today, you didn't care what anyone thought, you didn't think about your feelings, you just wanted Theo. Wanted him like the old days when he could comfort you and hold you when you were upset, when he would tell you stories about his shenanigans with the other boys just to make you laugh and forget about whatever it was you were worried about.

When the boys walked into the common room and Theo saw you on a sofa near the fire, arms wrapped around your shins and chin on your knees, he told the guys he'd meet them later and walked over to you.

"Can I sit?" you didn't lift your head up at the sound of his voice, you knew who it was. "Always can, Teddy."

Theo sat on the couch next to you, pulling his long legs beneath him sitting criss-cross, "You know you're the only person I let call me that."

"I'm pretty sure I've heard Draco and Mattheo both call you Teddy before," you stared at the crackling flames in front of you, magically licking the edges of the wood in the fireplace. Theo snorted, "I didn't allow them to call me that, I definitely beat their arse after."

You turned your head, resting your cheek on the tops of your knees now to look at him, "So why haven't you kicked my arse yet?" There was the smallest smile on your face and Theo felt like he'd won the lottery with just that small change in your mood.

Theo displayed a toothy grin, one he typically only saved for you, "You're the most important person in my life, bella ragazza." You sat up straighter, eyes locked with his now. You scooted closer to him, close enough that you were able to lean your head on his shoulder.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, giving your side a slight squeeze, making you giggle before telling him to stop. You felt him place a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You looked back into the fire, basking in it's warmth, in the feeling of Theo's fingertips dancing in the sliver of skin peeks from under your jumper, in the possibility that maybe Pansy was right, and Theo does feel the same about you as you do him.

#nonny bo bonny #theo nott x you #theo nott x reader #theo nott fluff

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elderwisp · 2 months

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The Creative Process ‧₊˚✩彡

Because I love to be distracted

Hi! Ok, I wanted to share wif everyone my process in which I create a story post from conception to the final post. I would say I'm a very structured person when it comes to projects like these however, I've learned a lot and maybe someone could find something useful! We'll be referencing this scene. Oke, let's start!

✩ Rough Drafts

So, of course everything starts off with a vision. While I always say, write what feels authentic to you, I also know it makes things much more difficult if you don't have a solid ground to build from. I think I've scrapped this particular story about twice already and even reshot the first chunk of Tessellate so there was a better foundation. I like to start off with understanding a character before moving onto creating a plot, otherwise people start bleed into another. Greta Gerwig makes a really awesome statement about how characters come first to her before plot. OKE with that in mind, this particular scene, I wrote it well over a year ago, however there wasn't much flow in the initial draft. In fact, the two look nothing alike. This conversation was supposed to occur during France's concert, but I moved it to to this particular scene and I'm so glad. I felt like their current relationship was strong enough to have this conversation but also it allowed me to really focus in on the two. I am a huge advocate for jotting down dialogue even if things change because you can always expand on an idea. And if things don't work, scrapping is okay, but at least you gave it a shot! After that change, I didn't revisit that scene up until about a month and a half ago. I like to let things sit for a good while. In the initial draft, Taryn was reserved throughout a majority of the conversation. There was limitations in which how I wanted her to express things but things change in a year. When I looked at her as a character and how she's progressed throughout the story, the draft no longer aligned with her lack of response. And then that created the question of what the heck does one say? Because people aren't typically very graceful or eloquent when it comes to confrontation but also we're telling a story so how do I balance the two out? Since, I've followed these little blorbos for a while, knowing their characters and motives allowed me to flesh everything out. Atlas is much more cunning than he lets on and is excellent at painting a pretty picture for those around him if it means getting what he wants. Taryn on the other hand is perceptive and unwavering so being around someone like him, someone that she finds herself slowly falling for, is a complete, well, mind fuck. We can also see from this interaction that there's a hint of feeling inadequate and the lack of confidence to know that maybe he does like her. We also see that Atlas maybe isn't the most mature when it comes to developing something real so the two have plenty to work on just from this scene alone. Like Greta Gerwig says, writing is listening.

I also wanted to mention LocalScriptMan and this video all the time because it just about changed how I viewed dialogue in general. I think it's such a great tool! I've probably shared it a billion times.

✩ Blender & Posemaking

So I would like to preface this by saying, you do not need to use blender to achieve a vision. There are still scenes that I still use poses/animations from other creators! I wanted to list a few references! Rebouks, Rascgal and Simmireen have an amazing variety of poses to use! I literally use Becca's bumper packs RELIGOUSLY! However, if you need any suggestions, SurelySim's has an excellent breakdown on getting started with posemaking from tiny details, to SimRipper and using accessories! She also talks about Vyxated's Pose Helper which is a god send! For this scene I wanted to fully pose it. In my script, I italicize anything I want to pose, I'm such a sucker for the mannerisms that people have. When words fail, body language speaks. Are they fidget-y, or do I imagine them to be more composed? Taryn's stance is grounded, she doesn't move at all in the scene except for when she leaves and I think it's a great representation of her stubbornness. Whereas Atlas is watching every single move, up until he makes his incredibly bold (ridiculous!) statement. As for emotion when he made that statement, I wanted to go with shame but then I felt like his expression radiated ruthlessness. I personally enjoyed that 10x more because it represented two things for me, his character and that he felt comfortable enough to show that part of himself. When posing a scene from start to finish, it takes me about 1-3 days depending on how complex it is. I'm a huge advocate for using references! I love referencing hands, posture, how to grab a book ANYTHING! Because this was a conversation and not much action happened, it took me about a day.

✩ Taking Screenshots and Composition

I began taking photos for this scene on March 6th. I use to use this reshade preset by growfruit however, after tinkering with some settings I use like a mish-mash blorbo of a preset. Amobae and Sforz have some cool LUT's for download (I think of it like a filter? That's probably not what it is but MEH) and I love the qUINT's lightroom shader as well. Huge advocate of relight, I was today years old when I learn that you should load it at the top of your shaders order so you don't get like a weird whitecast. These spotlights though are super fun too if you don't use reshade! There are some photographers on instagram that even go over how to use lightroom and it can translate to game as well! For the most part, I try to keep screenshots pretty simple, editing-wise but there are moments when I doodle in little hairs, add in some texture and include shadows for, uh, DRAMAAA. Lately, I've been incorporating intricate fonts because idk sometimes my brain enjoys a little graphic design moment. Sometimes shooting conversation heavy scenes can get so repetitive so I like to look at film stills on pinterest or pay close attention to a film and how they present the camera work in a conversation. Rule of thirds is a great reference tool to use, I believe GShade has a shader for that. However it's okay to experiment, it's not an end all be all. I love looking at animators and how each frame is incredibly intentional, whether it's a shot from above or a really close frame. The beginning of this scene, I honestly didn't have a clue as to how I wanted to open it up since they were walking down a hall. Then I noticed the detail in the fencing and how the tiles were opposite. Using the TOOL mod, I was able to get them both in the center and it created a strong opening shot of how different these two are.

✩ Editing

My god, I love editing but also this is usually the moment where I get so freaking distracted. This process takes me a day if I am focused.... But realistically it takes three days.... That's why I try to keep things to a minimum. I do use Photoshop. I like to use this sharpening action (the other actions are awesome too!) for story posts, I crop each photo (I use a 9:5 ratio and a 16:6 ratio if I need to focus on something specific idk why i picked those numbers yo), and add in text. Dafont has a lot of different free fonts. I like to use these little guidelines if sentences needs to be centered.

For adding umph to text, I like to use two things: The warped text option when using the type tool or just going to the distort panel and using the wave option!

Also bottom right of your layers channel is an fx layer. I like to use stroke and drop shadow on all text so it doesn't get lost within a photo!

✩ Finalization and My Schedule

That story post was uploaded on March 29th. As of right now, I like to stay three weeks ahead so I have three weeks worth of story posts marinating in my queue LMAO. I always reread things like a bajillion times, sometimes I'll go back and tweak conversations if they feel a bit stiff. Having that three week buffer also gives me time to really dedicate myself to details and focus on being present with a future scene. Another perk is, it allows me to work on cleaning up the script, plotting for future arcs, and having fun with edits. When I used to upload story videos on youtube, I didn't really plan ahead and it was so chaotic for me. Sometimes I didn't have enough time to actually create a solid episode so things felt rushed because on top of that I had a schedule I committed to. This isn't necessary but structure and patterns is something my little brain needs.

I hope this maybe provided some tips for people wanting to start out or it was just a fun little thing to read! One final OP tip is to write about something that you enjoy, something that matters to you. I'm one mf that loves a fleshed out character arc, that doesn't like linear plots and for fucks sake I love a good slow burn and I think all of that reflects a lot which helps me be engaged.

#damn me really talking about my hyperfixation with the fellow gamers #there might be hella run ons sorry my brain is a run on i don't control dat #u get one sneak peak too in the film roll #i wish i had rough drafts of dialogue but bc i use google docs i don't have any prior copies >.<#idk wtf to tag this #tessellate: extras #sims 4 story #sims 4 story tips

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midnightmoonkiss · 1 year

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Devotion

Wednesday Addams X GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.4k+

Wednesday Addams wasn’t one to care too terribly much about birthdays, let alone her own.

This was something she explained to her, for lack of better words, ‘friends’ last year.

Though she enjoyed them when she was younger, when she could have parties that would terrorize the local youth she’d invite, that same enjoyment was hard to recreate as she got older.

Sure, she could order a crate of spiders and let them loose in Ophelia Hall or perhaps a classroom, the screams of her classmates no doubt going to amuse her, but it would only prove to waste her time.

Wednesday wasn’t a child anymore, though she was still full of woe.

She still did enjoy torture, just not at the expense of her valuable time.

She’d much rather celebrate by writing her novel for an extra hour in peace.

Only.. this year was a bit different than last.

Her bond with a few certain classmates grew, but also..

This year.. she had you.

Her darling (Y/N). Though she swore she’d never be so foolish as to fall in love again, her idiotic black heart couldn't help but yearn for you. So, she decided one day that she would have you.

Here you both are over half a year later, still together. It made her feel as if she was having a heart attack whenever she thought about it.

Wednesday supposes she would like to spend most of her day with you, if not all of it.

What a fine present that would be, your complete and utter attention on her for an entire day.

As if you didn’t do that already.

She’d never admit it, and deny it whenever brought up, but she does the same for you.

Her observant eyes always find you in a crowd, and despite an outfit that blends with the rest of the student body, you’ve always stuck out to her.

She was certain she could find you among a hundred lookalikes.

When you asked her what she would like for this dreadful and rainy day that felt like any other, she said exactly that.

“Give me your complete devotion.”

Oh, how easy a wish that was to fulfill.

You were already obsessed with the gothic girl, from her twin black braids to her tall boots.

Though her uniqueness drew you in, it was her own personal flare that made you stay.

How she acted as though she didn’t care about people, and most of the time she didn’t, but on some rare occasions.. you could see her care for others.

You also admired her boldness, something you admittedly did not possess. Oh, how simple the world would be if you were more direct and confident.

You needed a girl like her.

She reminded you of a finicky black cat. Crossing her path was supposed to bring you bad luck, but you’ve only been blessed.

Afterall, a cat’s claws are retractable if they like you enough.

A thousand mirrors could shatter in her presence, but all you would think is how the reflective surface couldn't handle the ethereal beauty that is Wednesday Addams.

Part of her charm is the enigma that shrouds her.

One of your hobbies was uncovering the mysteries, or indulging in them whenever she would share the truth.

Throughout the glorious stormy day, your attention was solely focused on her.

Wednesday couldn’t help but smirk to herself when she felt the consistent burn of your eyes piercing into her skin, nor could she extinguish the bit of pride that blossomed in her chest when you escorted her to her next class.

Typically she would escort you, but following for once wasn’t so bad.

And maybe she was a bit giddy when you showed up after boring lecture with a freshly baked batch of cookies from your cooking class, red velvet with black icing that spelt her name out a dozen times.

Her name was so long, and with this precision.. it must’ve taken you all of class to finish.

“My love,” You whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to her pale cheek, “I’d write your name a thousand times over should you ask me to.”

Yes, this is what she deserved.

A day entirely dedicated to her featuring you worshiping her entire being. She felt like a Princess of Darkness.

“Even if I were to ask you to carve it into your skin?”

Her face was as blank as a slate, and yet you could see the curiosity and excitement in her murky gaze.

She wanted to know your genuine answer.

“Yes, even then,”

You answered honestly,

“But I’d much rather have you do that, your handwriting is far better than mine.”

If you were going to have something permanent, it’d be better if it was given to you by her.

She scoffed with amusement, turning on her heel to go to lunch, you right by her, “You’re right, it’ll better show that you’re mine.”

Her birthday falling on a Friday was beyond convenient, as soon as classes were over you were both free until Monday.

So, with utter elation, you took her out to Jericho that evening.

She donned her classic cozy checkered sweater with her black jacket atop it as you walked to town, the scenic view refreshing your mind, even if there was a chill in the air that turned your noses red.

You had discovered the local theater was playing Friday The 13th this evening last night, and you were all too excited to bring her to it.

Even though she has definitely seen it a multitude of times, watching it with you on her birthday did make her lips twitch upwards.

She found herself smiling even more when she noticed the utter terror on your face while watching the film.

You were so cute, going out to watch a horror film with her despite being easily terrified.

Love clearly made people do dumb things.. but it didn’t feel that dumb when you clutched onto her arm, shoving your face into her neck when another gorey murder took place on the large screen.

Of course, she could think of many ways to make the murder more realistic or even more horrific, but..

What screamed devotion like seeking comfort in her? She was objectively the most terrifying person in this full theater — and yet here you were, cowering beside her yet seeking her for comfort.

Her cute little mouse. She’d spare you from death a million times.

Resting her head atop of yours, she let contentment fill her amongst the blood curdling screams of the audience.

The movie finished when the sky had turned dark, and walking out of a theater being greeted by night when you had entered with daylight was always a bit of a mindfuck.

“Stop complaining.” Wednesday simply said, or rather commanded, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the Weathervane.

There, you all too willingly paid for both of your to-go orders.

The walk back to Nevermore was nothing short of romantic in Wednesday’s eyes.

Fear still covered you like a blanket as you walked along the road next to the creepy forest, fully clutching her arm as you sipped your drink.

“I would never allow something or someone to harm you,” She suddenly said, making you both stop so that she could stare directly into your eyes, “So don’t be so tense.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, eyes softening as you looked into her own, you could see your reflection in them.

“Oh, so you don’t want me to cling to you? Alright,”

Just as you made a move to unlatch yourself from her, Wednesday was quick to pull you back in, “I did not say that.” Annoyance prickled in her tone as she held you tightly against her, and yet all you could do was giggle.

“Pulling away from me doesn’t sound like devotion.”

Her birthday wish from earlier today came into play, melting your face with a soft smile.

“Wednesday, there’s no one else I’d rather devote every fiber of my being to than you,” Your frigid hand came up to caress her warming cheek as you spoke. The stars above you sparkled in her eyes, leaving you utterly entranced.

Surely this was witchcraft, but you were all too willing to be under her spell.

“I’m yours, same as you are mine.”

Just as your lips found hers, headlights found you both.

The loud honking made you both jump, and you practically dragged Wednesday out of the middle of the road just in time for the vehicle to pass.

How you both wound up in the middle of the road.. who knows.

All you knew was the silent anger on Wednesday’s face as she glared at the car whilst it faded into the fog.

“I guess this is sort of a metaphor, only a car barreling down the road can separate us?” You joked, only for her to turn to you and declare with dead seriousness, “I’d rather be hit by it.”

Rolling your eyes, a stupid smile on your face, you kissed her once again.

Wednesday has plenty of time still to write for her novel tonight, surely a few minutes, or maybe more, spent in your embrace wouldn’t hurt.

Wrapped up with you, her lips upon yours, passion swirling between you both, she could get used to this on her birthday.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #Wednesday addams #wednesday #wednesday x y/n #birthday #gn!reader

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genderfluid-insomniac · 1 year

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Hear me out

Scaramouche and tighnari, maybe gorou even

With a female dog/wolf so who’s in heat nsfw

Feel free to ignore

Anon.... how could I ignore this when it has so much potential. I hope you can tell that I had fun writing this even if writing block hit me midway through it.

MINORS DNI

Scaramouche, tighnari, and gorou with a female dog/wolf so who’s in heat NSFW

Scaramouche/Kunikuzushi

Knows about your animalistic needs and tries to help you as much as he can but you’re going to have to communicate what you want because Kuni can’t guess that well, can in fact go off of your body language but still is new to the whole relationship thing.

Secretly adores your ears and tail, brushing your soft vibrant fur while you hum and squirm around when you feel the heat creep up in your lower abdomen.

Kuni can confidently play your body like a lyre and knows exactly where to bite or kiss in order to make you cum just from touch alone, I mean if you want to cum on his cock he has to make sure your pussy is wet so you can go for hours.

His thumb is pressing hard on your clit as you thrash under him wildly from the intense pleasure and beg for him to pound into you faster and harder (your ears twitching and drinking in his praises he gives you which he teases).

Everytime you think you’re about to cum the puppet stops all stimulation he’s giving you and leaves a trail of kisses going up your stomach, pinning your hands over your head and thrusting his cock in and out of you slowly nearly feeling your fiery skin.

Tighnari

He’s more willing than willing to help out given that you’ve helped out whenever his heat kicked in or he was in a rut, your lover had offered to help you since he knew of your hybrid habits but they never got that bad.

Until one heat it got bad and the forest ranger had just returned from a patrol to find you curled up in your shared bed completely nude, rolling your hips against your fingers and moaning incessantly at the lack of pleasure.

You didn’t need to plead because he was already stripping down and hanging your legs over his shoulders, his hands circling your clit and your tail wrapping around his waist.

The wave of pleasure finally overcomes you and it doesn’t stop you from pulling Tighnari back into your chest, desperately asking for more and for him to not stop which is a question that doesn’t need an answer.

Luckily he had stamina for hours and that didn’t stop either of you until rounds of harsh but passionate sex later when you gave in, cuddling up to your lover and thanking him to letting you tire yourself out.

Gorou

He’s all too familiar with heats given he’s had to tough through many of them during the war against the shogun and could do little but tolerate it using his fist, tail twitching at the lewd fantasies inside his head that got him pumping his cock and covering shameless moans.

But now he’s got you as his lover, one year your ruts happened to sync up as well and now that the war was over he could spend it solely fucking you till both of your stamina ran out (which wouldn’t happen for hours).

Both your ears and tails are sensitive spots so he’s using his free hand to rub the soft appendages on your head, leaving hickeys all along your neck with his canines via softly nipping at your flushed skin and licking the remaining bruises.

You’re only going to get more and more overstimulated so your moans are going to be flooding the room as Gorou’s cock pounds against your cervix, seemingly molding your pussy to the shape of him.

Aftercare with him is slow but caring, carrying you into a bathhouse to get cleaned and cradling you in his arms as he shampoos you hair with precise attention to your canine features.

#scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer #wanderer x reader #general gorou #gorou #gorou x reader #tighnari #tighnari x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact

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noaltbruh · 6 months

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hi! could i request narancia who has a crush on his best friend? and how he would feel about it and how he would eventually confess. thank you!

Can I just say this was one of the best requests I've ever gotten? I've been looking for an excuse to write something like this for such a long time, and you're giving me the opportunity on a silver plate.

Hope you enjoy! 😊

Puppy love 🍊❣️

Many were the virtues that Narancia lacked, or so he thought, at the very least. Self confidence, despite his bold personality, was a rough spot for the young one. After all, it was no secret that those whom he crossed back with in his life did nothing but pushing him under the bus, taking advantage of his good faith and heart of gold.

Manipulation, betrayal and disappointment, in contrast with the boy's cheerful attitude, were an undeniable part of his past, and one that had cut deep in his mind too. So deep that, eventually, Narancia grew to believe that if those around him kept on leaving him behind, perhaps he deserved such treatment.

...That belief was, however, challenged by Y/N's eventual arrival in his existence, as his feelings for her cut even deeper than those past scars in his heart, acting as the softest and kindest bandages for the aches of the youngster. The girl gave him something he had craved for the longest time, perhaps a bit childish too, but that was really all that he needed from a close one: safety. In the wrecking mess that his life had been, and kept on being with all the troubles that came from his profession, there couldn't have existed one thing that made him more joyous: the knowledge that someone out there would never leave him, would never judge or expect too much of him, that they genuinely enjoyed his presence and wanted to keep him close.

At the end of the day, no one would have been surprised that he had chosen her as his best friend. He was certain that as long as she was willing to stick with him, everything would have been okay. In return, she could be sure that no matter what she was dealing with, he would have been around to lend her a helping hand or simply to keep her company. It almost physically hurt him when he had to be away from her for even just a couple of days because of a mission, it genuinely felt like a whole part of who he was stayed behind with her.

The two of them had shared such and many sweet moments and conversations, it was unimaginable to tell or remember all of them...That's what one would have thought, at least. But for Narancia, every single day, hour, minute or even second spent in her presence was a fundamental core memory, one that would constantly replay in his mind whenever she was not there for whatever the reason might have been.

All the times she defended him in an argument with Fugo, all the times she encouraged him to keep on with his studies deplete his difficulties, all the times she listened to him vent without ever thinking less of him because of it, all the times she agreed to join him on his crazy idea and adventures...I could go on for hours, if given the chance.

But the point I'm trying to convey is that Narancia was utterly in love.

Darling and with his heart on his sleeves, it would be easy to assume that these feelings for him would have been simple to accept and express. Nonetheless, the reality was far far different, almost impossible to see for how further it was...And just as impossible for him to see the way he felt for the girl.

After all, surely it must be quite troublesome to identify something one has never dealt with, let alone felt before. Of course, he loved the gang, the ones he considered his own family...But the relationship between them was an entire different story. He was a hopeless romantic who, ironically, had never gotten the chance to experience the passionate sensation that came with romance. When a disease hits one for the first time, it is no easy job to discern what it exactly is.

In the same way, for the longest time, the boy thought that these feelings were the normality, she was his dearest friend, was she not? Of course he'd want to be with het all the time, of course he'd remember every little thing that made her happy, of course he'd stay up thinking of that one compliment she unexpectedly caught him off guard with just the day before, he had everything under control...Didn't he?

...Indeed, it wouldn't be incorrect to assume that his apparent blindness came from a great amount of denial as well. As already mentioned, the young one did not think highly of himself, for reason that went past his personal traumas as well. No matter the struggle to hide it under his cheerful nature, he was very well aware that he was far from being a respectable person.

He was childish, loud, clingy, short, stupid and weak compared to his other friends. Why on earth would such a girl, perfect in his eyes, ever choose him above anyone else. He stood strong, despite how much it hurt him, by the conviction that he simply...Did not deserve her, that she was too good of a person for him to ever have a chance at professing his feelings for you. He would have just made a fool out of himself more than he already was.

There was no point on trying to fly too high, unless you want the sun to burn you. It was better this way, to remain in his little comfort zone, with you being his closest, most treasured, adored...Friend.

Unluckily for him, or perhaps not, the heart he aggressively tried to keep his under his sleeves was pounding with the desire to explode, to yell in Y/N's face just how much she meant to him, and how deprived of purpose Narancia's life felt when she was not around.

No matter how fast you may be, you will always get tired from running away. Delaying it simply takes away the energy to deal with it in a positive way. Unsurprisingly, the one that prompt him to stop running was whom he considered his mentor: Bruno.

In fact, the gang could read the young one like an open book. He was so open and spontaneous, even without realizing, that not even a blind person could have been able to not see just how deeply he had fallen for the other. And while most of his family would just tease him for that, only pushing him to hide away his feelings even more, Bucciarati, the sweet and caring man he had always been, eventually decided it would have been a good idea to take him aside and have a proper conversation regarding the matter.

He saw the bright, purple, blatant and enormous heart eyes the boy used to look at her, they warmed his heart too. He had truly never seen Narancia so happy with anyone so far, and despite how he knew it was not directly "his business", he could not resist standing by the side and watching him avoid the problem.

After the girl had left in order to go attend some errands, the older one silently called the other in the kitchen, a soft smile on his lips, as he could tell that his sudden request had intimidated him. They sat around the table, right in front of each other.

"W-What is it, Bucciarati? Did I do something wrong? Do you have a mission for me? Do you want me to catch up to Y/N and handle those errands with her?"

A small chuckle escaped Bruno's mouth as he looked at the other, shaking his head.

"Hehe...Not exactly. Forgive me if I sound sudden with my question but...You think about her quite a lot, do you not?"

He was right: he had, indeed, caught him off guard with such a direct input, enough to get the dark haired one to direct his gaze away from him, looking down at the table.

"Y-Yeah...So what? I mean- it's normal, right? Like- of course I think about her often, she's my..."

"...Best friend?"

He concluded, in an uncertain and subtly provoking tone, as if he was telling him "I'm not going to buy it".

"That's right...Best friend"

"Narancia...You do know I'm quite good at telling when someone is lying to me or not, don't you?"

"Urgh...Don't remind me"

He frowned.

"Last time I said the pistols ate our leftovers, you licked my entire face"

The blue haired one smiled, hearing him relieve that episode.

"I admit, I may have exaggerated that time, but my point still stands. So, if I were to ask you something, you'd be honest with me, mh?"

"O-Of course...You know you can trust me, I'm not a liar!"

The boy's mind was already imagining anything he might have done wrong to make him so suspicious, but could not find anything. Yes, he was a prankster and annoying from time to time, but he was very respectful towards him and would never do something to anger him.

Such uncertainty, mixed with his apparent good faith only confused him further, as he watched Bruno crossed his hands.

"I don't mean to spy into your personal life, but I really cannot bear seeing you act like this anymore. I've figured you would have taken actions by now"

"Take actions? Wait- act like WHAT? None of what you're saying is making sense!"

"What I'm saying is...Do you have feelings for Y/N, Narancia?"

The silence that followed his little inquisition was am almost...Funny one. Or rather, ironic, you could say. After all, it was curios to see the bubbly and happy go lucky boy incapable of even forming a sentence. It was as if his brain hadn't really taken in what had just been said to him, maybe because it couldn't, or maybe because it did not want to.

"...What?"

That was all he was able to reply after an entire minute of reflection. The man looked unfazed, as if he was expecting this answer.

"You heard me"

"I- uh-! I don't- W-WHAT SORT OF QUESTION IS THAT?!"

He stood up from the chair, trying to use anger as a way to change the subject and brush it off as soon as he could. Of course, it wasn't actually necessary for him to say it, but it was an excuse for Bucciarati to dive deeper in the topic.

"For someone as open as you, it's rather odd to hear you deny this, of all things...Why is that?"

"...I don't wanna talk about it."

Narancia looked down, very aware that, if the discussion were to continue, what he actually felt and his insecurities would have eventually come out. He knew it was a stupid motif, but he didn't care: he had his reasons and insisted on not changing his mind.

"You said I could trust you, and I do, I really do"

Seeing him agitated, Bruno got up from his own chair, approaching him.

"But you should know you can do the same with me. I've figured it was obvious by now"

"I- I do trust you! But..."

The young one grabbed the edges of his skirt.

"...I dunno, I always feel...Weird when I think about her"

"Weird?"

"I mean- she makes me happy! Like- a ton, I'd let myself get fucking tortured if it meant seeing her content, but...I don't get it, at the same time she..."

"Makes you nervous, doesn't it?"

"...Damn, am I really that easy to read?"

"Well...Some people are better at hiding themselves but...I've known you for quite a while, of course I'd notice this sort of thing"

The older one soon realized that he seemed to be struggling to speak back, so he continued, in a soft tone.

"Are you afraid of rejection, Narancia?"

Of course, the answer was a simple nod and an expression of sorrow. Feeling compassion for him, Bruno gently patted his head.

"You really have no reason to worry this much, you know?"

"Well, it's easy for you to say! I'd like to see you try to get with some woman when you're a literal grown up child!"

"That's...Not true"

"Yes it is! And don't try to deny it. I can't tell her, do you just want me to get humiliated?"

He strayed away from his touch, clinging to his own arm with one of his hands.

"Just because you haven't finished school doesn't make you a kid"

He gave him the space he wanted, without losing his composure.

"And, excuse all of my assumptions, but I'm quite sure she'd gladly agree on being your partner"

"...You're just saying that to make me happy"

"I don't tell lies, just like I don't let anyone tell them to me. It wouldn't be fair otherwise"

It was just for a second, but hearing those words gave the boy the smallest hope, in his heart, that they may have been true, before he went back to thinking that it simply was not possible. He started to imagine her, what she could have been doing in that moment, her sweet voice, her look, her thoughts...

Which were, most definitely, not directed at him.

"...I don't wanna, I just don't. What's wrong with what I'm doing right now? We're close and I don't risk making an idiot out of myself more than I already am"

"You're just seeing things the wrong way. Y/N likes you too, and a lot. Doesn't all the time you spend together give it away already?"

"...Maybe she just likes being around me"

"Maybe. Or maybe you ought to stop being so blind and accept she may just feel the same way. I'm sorry for my rudeness, but aren't you being a bit of a coward running away from this problem by now?"

"Hey!- I'm...I'm no coward, don't call me that!"

"Then have the courage to face her, just like you face those stand users"

"...This is far scarier than a stand battle"

"But with a far sweeter victory too"

"And what if it's bitter instead?"

"I don't recall you ever failing so far"

Bucciarati gave him a reassuring look, one of those that seemed to, somehow, always ease to other's nervousness, perhaps at least a small bit.

"You've always been one for taking risks. Do what you've done so far, and everything will be okay"

"...Heh, you believe more in me than I do"

"Well, who knows..."

The man softly placed his hands on his shoulders.

"Maybe this will help things change"

"...Yeah, maybe it will"

Finally, the black haired one gave a smile to his friend and looked up at him. He still was not very faithful towards the outcome of this whole situation, but he had figured that, at the very least, Bruno was right about not telling him to run away from such situation anymore. It wasn't easy, especially not for him, but he found the confidence to at least take a stand.

Even so...

"...I still got no clue of how to tell her though"

He admitted, embarrassed.

"Trust me, the planning process is the hardest part. Once you're actually together, everything will be a lot more natural"

"I hope you're right, man"

This time, he sat on the table itself, fidgeting with his fingers without even realizing it. He couldn't help but feel a slight headache just trying to cope up with something. He just wanted everything to go smoothly, to actually look...Charming for once, to make her believe that he could be a worthy boyfriend to her.

It was just do hard when, no matter how hard he tried, none of what he imagined was good enough for someone as perfect as she was.

"I just want it to be special, ya know?"

"I know, just do what you always do: take it as it goes. After all, surely you don't want to win her over by being someone you are not"

"Nah...That'd suck"

"I'm glad we can agree on this"

With a sympathetic smile, the eldest approached the door, briefly turning around before making his exit.

"Good luck, although I'm quite confident you won't be needing that"

"...I wish I had half of the confidence you have"

Muttered the young one under his breath, left alone with nothing but the urge to run up to the girl and just kiss her until his lips went dry. Needless to say, that alone was enough to make him drown his burning face in his hands, making it even harder to think rationally.

"God, I'm so fucking screwed"

~~~~~

The passing week, Narancia had barely gotten any sleep, his mind chastising him for being incapable of finding a way to convey what seemed like a waterfall of feelings, in a small bucket.

He was never good with words, he was perfectly fine with the idea of telling she that he liked her, he truly did, it was everything leading up to that moment that overwhelmed him. He didn't care about the build up, be wanted to get to the point, to be direct, but he couldn't. She deserved better than that, and he was very well aware of it.

That was, however, until (at least at first sight) a perfectly ordinary and standard night, one of those one would not think in too deeply, that would let go by without probably realizing just how far time is already passing, and would perhaps look back the day after and think "I had a good time".

One of those that Narancia loved so dearly, where he could simply chill and dedicate himself to whatever he preferred.

And of course, that was Y/N.

Predictably, his shyness around her had not gone untoticed by the young one. She could tell how he seemed to blush more easily each time she'd initiate physical contact, how he'd avoid her eyes when she'd turn around to look at him, how he kept on losing at every game they played together no matter how easy she'd go on him.

She had considered calling him out for such behavior, but eventually decided to let it go, assuming that it would have passed before she could really think about it further.

She was just going to spend that time with him as she always does, maybe nothing had changed and she was making it all up.

Although, she had to admit, it was quite the curious coincidence, how everyone in that exact moment had decided to go on a date with their respective partner: Bruno and Abbacchio, Giorno and Fugo, Mista and Trish...

...Oh well, a chance to have the house by herself, right? Why rummaging over it, now?

Boredom was quick to take over her, as she cyclically watched everyone leave, said goodbye to them with a smile and went back to playing Final Fantasy on her Gameboy.

She hadn't seen her best friend for the whole day, spending the entirety of her Morning helping Trish with her newest song, being distracted by Mista's weird theory during the afternoon and, once she had finally some time for Narancia, finding out he had gone out for...Reasons.

Weird, he'd never leave the house without telling her where he was headed to. Surely he would come back soon, would he not? She... Did not enjoy being alone for long.

The smell of freshly baked pizza called out to her stomach, but she brushed it off, refusing to have dinner before he came back. She assumed that Bruno had prepared it for the two of them before leaving, and she had even thanked him for it, but it was as if he hadn't heard her.

"Heh, he was too busy thinking of how he's going to break the bed tonight to pay attention, I suppose."

In the middle of an unexpected Boss fight, the strategy she was coming up with was immediately blown away by the sound of the door opening. The small console quickly hit the sofa's soft cushion, as she sprinted to the entrance to finally greet him.

"Nari! Where hav-"

The embrace she was waiting to give him, however, was interrupted once she caught a glimpse of the bouquet in his hands.

"Sorry! Sorry, I'm sorry...I didn't wanna be away for long but, uh, I forgot it's Sunday and most shops are closed and-"

"W-What- What are these?"

She commented in amazement, staring at the perfectly arranged flowers.

"I uhm- I got them for you! You know, they're your favorite, I thought they looked nice..."

He awkwardly extended the bouquet in her direction, his usual toothy grin not leaving his face, hoping with all his heart that he had picked the right ones.

The girl was about to ask more questions as she made a mental recap to find out if she had, somehow, missed some important date or event, but nothing could cross her mind. Despite this, noticing the nervousness in his tone, she figured it would have been better not to add any more gas to the fire.

"They...They indeed are"

She grabbed them gently with both of her hands, looking at them as a smile curved on her lips.

"Thank you! You're sweet as ever, Nari"

"I-It's nothing, really, just a little surprise"

He took a moment to admire the sweetness she was looking at him with, his gaze softening in return.

"I'll go put it in my room, be right back!"

"Alright! I'll see you outside?"

"Outside?"

"Yeah! In front of the house"

"How come? Do you want to go on the swings?"

"Kinda...Eh! Come on, you'll see!"

As she understood it was best to play along if she wanted to find out, she just smiled once more and turned around. She was fast to disappear into the hallway, but making sure not to let a single petal fall off as she did so.

Briefly fixing up her hair from the short run, after putting the flowers on the desk in her room, Y/N headed out as she was asked to.

"You were fast!"

"I didn't want to keep you waiting"

Narancia contained a small laughter, as he gestured he to follow him in the back of the villa.

"You gotta check this out!"

"Now you've made me curious, Nari"

"Well..."

He slowly stopped on his track, and just as calmingly got closer to Y/N, just enough for their fingers to intertwine.

"Let's not waste any time then, right?"

"...Right"

She repeated, her glance falling on their hands, feeling relieved from the warmth of his against her frozen surface. While they had never done this before, the gesture felt natural to her, probably because of how they'd always cuddle and cling to each other without even noticing.

Once they got to their apparent destination, the young lady was surprised at what she was met with, especially since she could have sworn she knew every centimeter of the house, in and out.

There was a ladder leaning against the wall, big enough to reach even the top on the building, or at least she thought...It was a bit hard to see from down there. It seemed hand made, but very resistent nonetheless.

Her grip on him surely was resistent as well, as the idea of climbing up did not exctite her in the slightest. Fear of heights can be a pain to deal with, and it surely did not enjoy befriending ladders.

Noticing her nervousness, the boy began to gently rub her palm with his thumb, as he moved her a bit closer.

"Afraid?"

"Y-Yeah uhm...You know I don't sit well with heights"

"It's alright!"

He approached the ladder, taking the first step.

"Come on! I'll help you up, okay?"

Reluctantly raising her eyes, she was a bit taken aback by his comforting expression. Not in a negative way, of course, it was just... Out of the ordinary. After all, she was accostumed to his silly grin and sparkly eyes.

But there was just this reassurance that told her that she was safe, if he said so, and she was not going to miss out on this chance.

"Okay, I guess I'll...Give it a shot"

"Awesome! Here, just...Hold on"

Taking her own first step on the ladder, she mase sure to keep her head high, keeping the ground under her right out of her sight. It was fine, she was fine, she just had to focus on...The unusual softness in his voice, the little dimble on his cheek whenever as he smiled, that fluffy, dark, messy hair...

Yeah, she really was fine.

Once they finally reached the roof, Y/N let out a sigh of relief.

"Hehe! You're so brave!"

"I...Really am not, but thank-"

Before she could finish the sentence, she couldn't help but notice the tempiting smell she had spotted in the house beforehand. The boy had set up a nice little dinner up there, the home made pizza laying nicely on a tablecloth they probably had never used before, and everything illuminated by a small candle.

"S-So? Do you...Uhm, like it?"

He asked nervously, slightly intimidated by her lack of response.

"Sorry, maybe it's too cheesy, I just thought we could have done something a little different and-"

But soon, he was shushed too when he felt a hand on his cheek.

"And you did it magnificently"

Bashful, he looked down, his excitement being impossible to hide.

"Well...Do you want to sit down?"

"Gladly"

As they took a seat, the girl instinctively laid her head on his shoulder, as she'd always do whenever she helped him study. Remembering the advice he had gotten from his immensely reliable older brother, Narancia took a deep breath, sneakily (or at least, he thought so, but let's ignore his shaking) putting an arm around her waist, prepared to take it off as soon as he saw her ever so slightly uncomfortable.

Instead, she snuggled in closer.

"So? Is the view here better than from your balcony?"

He asked, in an attempt at building up even a bit of atmosphere. It's too bad Y/N did not have the patience for that anymore. She hummed in response, slightly lowering her dear Nari's head until they could touch foreheads.

"The best I could ask for"

There was a moment of silence between them, as both the young ones did not know where to look: the other's eyes or lips.

"It's only fair...You deserve the best"

"Heh, do I really?"

"Absolutely"

His fingers shyly made contact with her hip, slowly moving up and down.

"That's why I...I really don't know if I should do this"

"Why not?"

"Y/N, you're..."

Contemplating each of her feature for a second, he continued.

"You're perfect. I just want to make you happy, to protect you, to hold you my entire life"

Y/N couldn't do anything but listen to those sweet words, the ones she had already played in her head a thousand times, even though she was not so open about it as him.

"...No, scratch that: you are my life, but I understand if you don't-"

With a little push from the girl, their lips soon followed their foreheads' example. The boy soon let all thoughts or speeches he had made out in his head disappear, as every part of his body was taken over by that idyllic sensation he had so desperately longed for. He refued to pull away from her, it didn't matter if he was starting to hardly even breath: he would have taken her taste over air every day.

Eventually, just enough to undo the touching, she pulled away, taking small breaths and taking in that moment she didn't know that she needed so much, but to whom she couldn't resist once she felt it coming.

"...W-Would it be alright if I said I've been dreaming of this moment ever since you visited me in t-the hospital?"

He coyly stuttered out.

"Only if I can do it again"

"Please...Do"

The kisses they shared were more than the stars that watched over the two, giggling between some of them as Narancia had to resist the urge to pick her up and spin her around. Like children falling in love, they couldn't help but just let it happen, give in to the comfort the other offered, the feeling that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't simple puppy love.

But, for the youngsters' amazement, a bond that, for the first time, could actually last.

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enbesbians · 5 months

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hi there, haven’t been able to write all that much lately which bums me out but i wanted to share a story of mine i think some of you may be interested in.

if anyone here doesn’t know, im experienced within sex and im a very erotic person online as well as in real life. i haven’t had many sexual partners but with the partners i had been with, ive done a lot of experimenting. i wanted to share the first time i used a strap on a girl and the embarrassment that held within that.

during the springtime after my birthday, i had taken upon myself to invest in a strap on. i would always jokingly look on sites like adam and eve, window shopping at all the ones id like to get, feeling as if id never be able to, mostly cause i was scared shitless of my parents finding out that their offspring was buying a sex toy, let alone a fucking strap on. i went to spencers where they had a very limited selection, i wasn’t too picky, even though i stood in that section for god knows how long. it was a gummy purple five inch dildo, with a black harness that felt like a belt of a car— it was rough, complicated and left my skin feeling like i had rug burn. maybe it was because i didn’t know how to properly put it on or maybe the material was just that shitty… i don’t have it anymore so i can’t really test that theory.

my girlfriend at the time and i were very awkward with one another, we couldn’t even look at each other without geeking out and needing to squeal but when i had sex with her the first time (without the strap) it wasn’t as bad as i thought it would be. i was lucky enough to have a good enough tongue and a perverted mind where my hands would touch all over her like she was gold. the lead into that was funny though… i kept laughing and hesitating to do things like kiss her neck, touch her thighs… even taking her bra off, my hands were sweating and it seemed like the clip could not budge. i accidentally hit her nose (twice i might add) and i was not able to use dirty talk for the life of me… i hated my voice and saying ‘baby’ to her during a time like this made myself want to cringe knowing that i was able to hear what she could. but as we eased our way into it, the better it became and the more relaxed we started to be. by the point of me getting the strap, we had sexted two nights before, me being confident thinking i can totally ace the work of a strap on due to the numerous homemade lesbian porn videos of women straight banging their scene partners. she didn’t know i would buy one and she didn’t even mind the idea that we’d never even use one, but i got so turned on by the image of me using it on her so i worked on impulse and got it.

as the weekend approached, i believe the last day i was going to spend the night, i showed it to her. she giggled so hard, covering her face, telling me how she couldn’t believe i owned one. she was more excited than i thought she would’ve been and it only built the start of my ego to think id be any good at using it. thing was… my anxiety began to rise as things got more intimate. i felt like i couldn’t kiss her correctly and touching her body felt like my first time, shaking hands, constant deep inhales, and i would stutter, tripping over my touch as i tried talking sexy to her.

putting it on in front of her felt like i was being watched by the devil in the depths of hell… maybe even deeper— my body was so hot, i couldn’t stop trembling and i almost dropped it i think three times. she was nervous too and with the lack of communication it didn’t help much of anything.

i didn’t know how to start… i knew to prep her with my mouth and fingers and lube but as i started, it took so many times to get it inside of her… i kept saying i was sorry, asking her if she was okay and the frustration on my face was enough to almost break the mood. with her laying on her back, i finally got myself inside of her. moving my hips felt like i was pushing a bolder— they were so stiff and inconsistent. they got sore so fucking quick and i ended up stopping so many times just to ease the tension. it felt like hours and nothing was progressing and took into account that maybe using a strap was not something id ever use again. she didn’t cum from it so i just took it off, feeling embarrassed and stupid for not looking into how to use the damn thing. i just continued to do what i usually did and left it at that.

as some of you may know i value my partners pleasure and even if they’re satisfied, i strive to be better and with that night alone, i thought of the worst… i thought she was going to break up with me. i thought she wouldn’t think of me as this could person she’d always seen. i felt like i had ruined myself and there was no fixing it. i thought she was going to hate me. fortunately, all of my worries were resolved by her saying it was okay.

the next time we used it was probably a half a month later and it worked better… to put it lightly. she did cum from it and that eased me up by a million. i still didn’t think id be able to use it as much as i wanted and with her i almost didn’t. i was too worried thinking that id be worst than the first time and each time we had sex i thought she’d view me in a way that i was unable to pleasure her. as time continued and i let that worry slip, build up my strength in my hips and my stamina, it got better.

that’s pretty much it i guess… im too lazy to go too much in depth but for people saying im a sex god… i wanted people to know that i most definitely was NOT one. i was a shy, eager and anxious dude and with that girl, i felt like my sex performance was the most lackluster… if you want any more stories about my experience… you can ask, im gladly willing to share.

#fern talks🍃

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hezikas · 1 year

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You Are the Right One

Dad!Aegon II Targaryen x Nanny!Reader (modern au)

Summary: Following a devastating event involving his ex-girlfriend, Aegon is now a full-time single father to his daughter. However, with a jam-packed schedule due to his ongoing tour, he's struggling to balance his parenting duties with his high-profile career as a musician. To ease the burden, Aegon heeds his sister Helaena's advice and hires a stay-in nanny. But what he doesn't realize is that this decision will have unexpected consequences that will turn his life on its head.

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen/Reader

Chapter 1 posted!

Sneak Peek

╰┈➤ Aegon had always been a busy man. He had risen to fame as a talented singer, earning a legion of fans worldwide with his soulful voice and electrifying performances. His schedule was always jam-packed with concerts, interviews, and tours, leaving him with little time for anything else.

But everything changed after a tragic incident with his ex-girlfriend. Aegon suddenly found himself the sole caretaker of his daughter, Ilyanna, with little experience in parenting. He struggled to juggle his duties as a full-time dad with the demands of his music career.

His sister, Helaena, noticed how overwhelmed he was and knew he needed help. She suggested that Aegon hire a stay-in nanny to assist him with taking care of Ilyanna. At first, Aegon was hesitant, but he eventually relented, realizing that he couldn't do it all alone. With Helaena's help, he hired a nanny and hoped that she would be able to help him balance his responsibilities as a full-time dad and a famous singer.

And that’s how Y/N came into Aegon's life. She was a young and enthusiastic woman who was in the midst of finishing her studies. Having lost her job as an assistant in a local pediatric clinic due to cost-cutting measures, it was obvious Y/N needed a new job. Despite her exceptional skills in handling children, her previous employer had to let her go.

With rent just around the corner and her savings not enough to last her another month, Y/N found herself desperate for work. With no plans to return to her parents' house, she scoured every job listing available, from waitress positions to anything that paid enough. Y/N prayed that she would find something that day, and the gods seemed to have heard her prayers when she came across a listing for a stay-in nanny with a generous salary.

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A little note: To be frank, I hesitated to share this story because I lacked confidence in my writing, and often kept my ideas to myself. However, I decided to take a leap and post this light-hearted fic, inspired by my recent obsession 'The Nanny' - a book I devoured in just three days, and which helped me overcome my reading slump. The idea of creating a similar story, but with a dad!Aegon, had been on my mind for a while, and I felt compelled to write it down. *Fingers crossed* chapter 1 will most likely be posted within this week.

#Heavily influenced by Lana Ferguson’s ‘The Nanny’#aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic

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saphirered · 1 year

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Hiii

I was wondering if you could write something about percy and his scars? Maybe a hurt/comfort with the reader?

I imagine Ripley did a number on him and I feel like it’s and angsty prompt that never gets used

Thank you if you do!

Love ur fics :D

Hello, Anon! Hope this turned to your liking! 😘

Percy is not a man who lacks confidence. Elegance and eloquence are the ways he holds near his heart and mind like a scholar might their life’s work. They are his armour and shield as much as they are his weapon. He knows how dangerous those skills may be with some amount of charm and while he may not have a silver tongue like some of his companions he certainly does not lack persuasiveness in his ways. His charm might be more tailored to the high society where his noble birth does half the job for him and his pretty face the rest, or so you’d told him. You’d also told him in certain situations he might be better off keeping his mouth shut altogether. Of course you’d joked but he’d quipped back sarcastically claiming you seemed to have no issue hanging onto his every word. Your counter could only have been described to be a blatant flirt; he could be reading you the ledgers of Whitestone’s castle staff and you’d be enamoured. Oh the satisfaction in your eyes when he refused to admit his cheeks flushed. You just have him wrapped around your finger don’t you?

This simply proves a fact; you like him and he likes you. You’ve not been shy about it. He’s not been either. You’ve shared some moments that might just bring you to be closer than regular friends. Sure he confides in his friends sometimes, when he has to and can’t avoid it but to you, it doesn’t take much to coax him into talking to the point the others send you to deal with him when he’s in one of his moods. He’d do nearly anything for you, whatever you ask. He wouldn't go to the lengths he’d go for you for just anyone else. He lets you in when he keeps others at arm’s length. When you embrace him the cold dead winter in his heart eases and knows some sun once more to the point he longs for it. And of course while it’s a bit of a secret you may or may not have shared some things Percy would never engage in with ‘just friends’. This thing between you two it has been evolving.

When you heard about his sleepless nights where rest would not come to him and he’d push himself to the limits to where his body decides it would take no more, you’d scolded him many times. You’d become a bit of a night’s watch over helping him settle and guiding him to sleep. Despite all odds, it worked. You brought rest to his life. A nighttime routine would start with a cup of herbal tea; your own personal recipe. You’d simply talk, enjoy each other’s company. By the time the cup is finished Percy usually feels his mind rest enough where he will not stare at the ceiling of his bedroom until dawn but he’d taken you up on your offer to stay with him until he fell asleep. He thought it ridiculous at first but you’d simply take a seat near the window and watch the stars. He found himself able to focus on you, commit that image to memory and now when you’re not there, that image soothes him to the world of dreams. You’d fallen asleep in that chair more times than he can count.

Things have changed since then. You do not sit in that chair that much anymore. Instead you sit with your back against the headboard, a book open in your lap and a hand loosely clasped in his. Percy notes that it must be somewhat in the middle of the night. He woke up but doesn’t feel exhausted, though he would not refuse more sleep. He puts on his glasses. Then he sees you, and first thought goes to what discomfort you’ll be in if you awake like this come morning. That’s concern for something so trivial. Were you anyone else he might have claimed action and consequence and deemed it just that but the mere thought of you possibly in discomfort, let alone on his behalf, he wishes to avoid that. He carefully pulls his hand from yours. You stir a little. Then he takes the book, closes it and puts it on the nightstand. He slides one arm under your shoulders and the other your knees, slowly allowing you to slide down without hurting yourself. Your eyes open sleepily when you’re about half way down. Percy cringes when you mutter incoherently, though it’s somewhat akin to the sound of his name.

“It’s alright. You can stay here. Go back to sleep.” He whispers but you rub your eyes and blink a few times until you focus on him proper.

“Are you going to sleep too?” You ask and the sound of your voice makes him fight the urge to shiver. When he doesn’t answer you chalk it up to him do anything but sleep. He didn’t expect you to be this quick in drowsiness. You grasp onto the front of his shirt and pull him down. He catches himself because your mind did not seem to process the fact he’d land half on top of you. “I swear if you do not go sleep I will tie you-“ You had tightened the grip on the neckline of his shirt and gave a light tug but you suddenly fall silent. You frown, let go of the fabric and slide into a sitting position. He follows suit confused.

“What’s wrong?” Percy suspects the worst. What did you see? What did you hear? Are there intruders? Is something coming? Are you hurt? You shake your head.

“Percy, what are those?” You’re not even sure how to formulate that question.

“What?” He’s confused. You go to reach for his shirt, and pull to lift it. “I think now is hardly the time-“ And then he feels your fingers trace one of the raised marks on his skin. Oh. Percy takes in a deep breath. You hadn’t seen them before. They’d been covered previously. Or at least most of them were. It’s not like you didn’t know he’d have some reminders of the life he lives or lived for that matter. You’d seen some when he rolled up his sleeves; the tiny burns and cuts and scrapes from his works and adventures. But what you might have seen just now, those are the ones that sometimes still make him cringe when looking in the mirror, not because of what they look like but the memories associated with them. He’s gotten better but sometimes he still has nightmares after a glance.

You trail along a jagged scar on the left side of his abdomen. It’s faded but even in the low light you notice the distressed veins around the healed injury. It did not heal well. Percy, out of reflect pulls your wrist into a tight grip. He lets go as fast as you felt his fingers squeeze tightly and you find guilt in his eyes when you retract you hand subconsciously hold it close to your chest. He opens his mouth to apologise but you just twist onto your knees and throw your arms around his neck. You whisper to him; apologies, words of comfort, anything you can think of in a desperate attempt to pull him from whatever dark corner of his mind he might have slipped into. You know he didn’t when you feel his arms wrap around you and rub along your back. You remain like that for a couple of minutes until Percy pulls back.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you-“ He starts but doesn’t look into your eyes. “I should have warned you earlier. I can leave you to your thoughts should you prefer.” You lift his chin, make him look at you and show him with your mere presence you are not going anywhere unless he tells you to. You’re not running. You’re not abandoning him. You’re here for him.

“Percy, they’re scars. Not a second head that demands the blood of tiny animals. I just- I just got caught off guard. I knew what you went through was-“ You look for the right word to describe what he endured but can’t find the right one. “I just never thought the reminders would be this present.”

“I tend to ignore their presence when it suits me.”

“Do they hurt?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “Not anymore.” In all honesty for some of them the nervous damage was enough to leave him deprived of sensation to the area altogether, and leave a numb phantom feeling at best. They haven’t hurt in a very long time. What pain there may be is mostly of the mind and not body. Though, some injuries come quite useful. They act up when the weather changes. Tension fades from him and he’s reminded he’s only had two hours of sleep. You even less most likely.

“Do they bother you?” Percy lays back down, allowing himself to lay on his back but instead of staring at the ceiling like he so often has in solitude, he turns his head enough to look at you.

“Sometimes.” He admits and offer a pitied smile and nod, like you’re coming to terms with his suffering and it hurts you. It’s a scary thing to mean so much to another person but he thinks he’s okay with that, given he feels the same about you.

“When they do, tell me. If you want.” You’re about to take your previous place against the headboard and reach for the book over him on his nightstand where he had put it. He stops you.

“I will.” He speaks genuinely and you know it. “Now please, don’t kill your back. Lay down. Get some rest.” It’s rare to see Percy this soft but it’s definitely not unwelcome. You don’t reply but follow orders and lay down on your side facing him. Out of habit Percy reaches out to take your hand and hold it to his chest. You snuggle a little closer, take off his glasses and reach over to discard them atop the book he prevented you from getting. His eyes have trouble focussing on you but he can still comprehend the silent message you relay; go to sleep. He sighs, tugs your entwined hands slightly. You accept the invitation until you’re pressed against his side. He closes his eyes and slowly lets sleep overtake him. Percy could feel the pushing and pressing of those dark memories but they gain no ground, not even when he feels himself slip into unconsciousness. He’s constantly aware you’re right there with him, even in the darkness of his dreams, they do not turn to nightmares.

#percy de rolo x reader #vox machina x reader #critical role x reader #legend of vox machina x reader #percival de rolo x reader #percy de rolo #percival de rolo #critical role #vox machina #legend of vox machina #critical role fanfiction #critical role fanfic

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clazaries · 1 month

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Hi 🤗♥️

I saw that you opened requests for Oscar Isaac and lately I'm in full obsession with Dune

I wanted to see if you would like to write oneshot fluff about Duke Leto x reader.

The duke and his wife have been happily married for years and have a daughter who is just 14 years old.

She is totally daddy's girl, always following him where he goes and seeing him as if her father had hung the same stars, but lately she seems more and more rebellious and distant. Defying his father every chance he gets and being a constant pain in the Duke's mind. Then he and the reader talk about it.

And the duke confesses that he has a great fear of losing his daughter, but the reader reassures him.

It can end however you want (angry or fluffy)

Hope you have a nice day (Sorry if I wrote everything wrong, English is not my native language) ❣️🤗

A small ficlet for you! Thanks for the request!!

"I just...I just don't know what to do," your Duke sighs. You know that whenever your Duke speaks plainly and shows such a lack of restraint of his emotions tells you that you know he has very limited options. "It's like she's going through this god-complex, trying her hardest to make everyone around her feel inferior to her. She has no respect, disobeys every word and lacks responsibility. How am I suppose to manage my own responsibilities when I'm having to make excuses for hers?"

For the last few months it's become common knowledge amongst all those serving under House Atreides that the Duke has been struggling to contain the temperment of his 14 year old daughter, especially those have fallen directly into the firing line of her unsavory behaviour.

As a chambermaid only a few rotations older than the Duke's daughter, it isn't common for you to discuss such matters with the Duke, let alone be in the same room as him, but recently he's begun confiding in you in a way you were never trained for, so your hesitance to help him doesn't go unnoticed. But after seeing how defeated he is sitting on the edge of his bed, looking rather unruly, you decide to chance the same luck. "May I speak plainly, my duke?"

"Please." He looks up to you as if you are the beholder of all wisdom, fingers still tracing the grain of his beard.

"You had lived many rotations before I was even born, so I cannot judge on who you were, but I can speak on who you are now. Everyone knows that you are a leader and a fighter. A good one; even-handed and compassionate. And for that, you have attained Caladan's respect and loyalty. But you are also a father. Her father exclusively. Nobody else on Caladan can share the honour of being your daughter, only her."

His eyes travel over you like he's seeing a side of you he hadn't before, adding to the profile he already has in his head. "It's so curious to me that you are only a few years older than her but yet so vastly different. Why can't I make her see it the way you do?"

Because you've pampered her from the moment she left the womb. Alas, you have more sense to remember what kind of consequences you'd face should you have spoken those words so candidly.

"By blurring the lines of being a leader, a fighter and a father. By letting her see the reason of why you are Duke of Caladan. Gain her respect the same way you did ours. Invite her to House conferences, show her how you train, show her how you handle hostile environments, make her your shadow."

The Duke rises from the edge of the bed with a sigh and saunters over to his wife's vanity, glaring at himself in the mirror. He has a narrow face full of angles and planes, with a high-bridged aquiline nose that gave him the look of a hawk, and woodsmoke in his brown eyes. Despite his intimidating looks, his outer shell doesn't quite reflect what's within. A point that perhaps his daughter has been abusing in recent months.

"I miss the little girl she used to be. I have so much love for her that I can't bear to spare the thought of her not being in my life. I'm scared of losing her. I fear that exposing her to this would put her in harm's way."

"Of course, and she trusts you to protect her as every child does. But what would innocence teach her that you coudn't?"

The Duke's face remains expressionless apart from the very small twitch of his eyebrow furrowing inwards. After a long moment of deliberating, his gaze sweeps to yours through the mirror. You begin to worry that you've stepped out of line.

"Do you think it would work?" He asks quietly.

To be completely honest, you don't know. At the very least, it would do her some good to be humbled.

"It is only advice, my Duke, not an instruction. I would never tell you how to parent your child, I would never disrespect you in that way."

The gentle nod of his head is a relief, and you feel your breath pouring from your lungs.

The Duke paces back over to you, standing just before you that you could feel the traces of his breath sweep across your features.

"Perhaps you are right. When I think about it, I learned most, if not everything from my father when I was a teenager."

A small smile spreads across your lips. "As did I."

The Duke reciprocates the smile, returning his gratitude in the way his hand gently squeezes the top of your arm. "He is a man I aspire to be. Hopefully one day I can be as proud of my daughter as he is of you."

"Thank you, my Duke. I'm sure your daughter will make a great leader one day."

He chuckles softly, "here's hoping she can survive being grouded for longer than a week."

#leto atreides #oscar isaac characters #dune #fluff #oscar isaac #request #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac fanfiction #leto atreides x reader #leto atreides x you #leto atreides imagine

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mazeinthemiroh · 1 year

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stray kids in high school

genre: headcanons; general, highschool! au

word count: 1.7k

warnings: cursing

a/n: heyy everyone. i wanted to try out some high school headcanons to see what you guys thought. i find i enjoy writing high school aus and there have been a few requests for these so i thought i'd give it a go! please like and reblog if you enjoy, and feel free to send a request in for more highschool aus when the askbox is open <3

bangchan

the class president

chan is extremely popular. he's friends with literally everyone due to his approachable personality. he doesn't want people to feel left out and is very attentive

the oldest in the class, so people naturally respect him

you would think being class president would make him unpopular due to the responsibility coming with that role. but in reality, he was voted as class president by the rest of his peers because he's so well-liked. everyone trusts him and his personality exudes natural leadership qualities

has a rapport with everyone, including the teachers. so if he doesn't hand in his homework on time or forgot to do an essay, his powerful persuasive skills come in handy

which makes him very good at debating. he tends to lead the debates but finds it interesting to sit back and watch the chaos unfold. he's a good devil's advocate

best subjects are physical education, music and mathematics. but he doesn't really do particularly badly in any subject. his grades are both decent and consistent

he or changbin are the team captain of the majority of the sports teams

he's also very good at keeping himself organised. always on schedule and does the homework as soon as it's given to him so that he has more time to do what he wants, much like seungmin

lee know

the class clown

bet you thought i was going to put hannie as this

but nope.

please don't fight me in the comments i beg just hear me out

i see minho as the class clown because he is naturally gifted in wit and intelligence

he's not the typical class clown. they usually are stereotyped to be the most extroverted and outgoing person in the class, which is not the case with our dear minho

rather, he's just the funniest person there. mostly everybody appreciates his humour

what's better is he's able to piss around during class and still have the charisma to get away with it

also fairly level-headed so he exceeds in academically inclined subjects

also strong in the arts. he's damn good at drama, that's for sure. he has the confidence to play any character

and it will come as no surprise that his core subject, the one he actually cares about, is dance

he comes across as cynical, satirical and a humourous genius, so it comes as a surprise to most teachers that he favours dance above all subjects. seeing him express himself in that way is truly amazing

because of this, he definitely has a lot of secret admirers

changbin

the jock

i mean, what did you expect

probably the most popular person in the school, let alone the class

everybody knows him and respects him

he, in turn, knows everybody. which means he knows all the gossip. and knows who to spill the tea to

has many circles of friends, it's hard to keep up really

involved in a lot the sports teams and is usually their main player

despite being smaller in height, he's the best at basketball. knows how to bounce around people and uses his speed and energy to get to where he wants

all the ladies love him, obviously

he's super flirty and highkey likes the attention. and it's hard not to give him it

but he never really comes across as obnoxious

he's just there for a good time, really

probably one of the loudest in all his classes. put him in a class with wooyoung and yeonjun and no one is getting any work done

main focus is sports, so his grades in other subjects are average or lacking a bit

he knows if he puts his mind to it he'll probably be much better in academic subjects. but that just doesn't appeal to him. he'd prefer to focus on the teams he's part of and the bonds he shares with people, which does unfortunately take a toll on his grades

hyunjin

the artist

he's a very stereotypical art kid who sits in the back of the class sketching detailed drawings he rarely shows off

but he's not necessarily all shy and quiet

his group of friends definitely brought him out of his independent shell

best friends with felix, who is essentially a louder version of himself. if these two sit anywhere near each other in a class and there's no way to get any work done from the amount of talking they do

obviously exceeding in the arts, particularly art and english. he has to have a creature outlet, and his talent in art comes so naturally to him. his art teacher absolutely adores him and uses his work as an example to all the other classes

as for english, hyunjin seems to find it very easy to understand the writer's thoughts and intentions. but his favourite lessons have to be when the teacher is discussing poetry, a hobby he has been working on recently

hyunjin laughs at everything, which can often get him into trouble. whether it's changbin making an inappropriate joke or seungmin being his witty, awesome self, hyunjin giggles at them all

overall, hyunjin keeps to himself, only coming out with his opinions if needed

han

the all-rounder

he's the annoying guy who doesn't revise or study on any test but will get some of the top grades in the class

liked by many people, but also disliked by the same amount

they're just jealous, what can i say?

gets a LOT of attention from all genders who can blame them

people are sometimes baffled by han because he, being his hilariously amazing self, may appear to set low expectations. he's loud and talks a lot and cracks jokes in every other sentence

but then he's the only one to work out this weird ass equation on the board. or he's the first to understand complex concepts in philosophy class

he's very bright, to say the least

however, he'd say music and drama are his forte. or, at least the subjects he likes the most

he and minho are a match made in hell heaven and the cause of many teachers' joys (and anxieties). on the one hand, they work well together and you should see them in debate class, oh lord-

however, they can be very unpredictable

you can't help but indulge in their ludicrous behaviour, purely to see them try and outwit each other

they're outrageously flirty about it too

they're just the main characters at this point, idk

felix

the sunshine

there's no other way to describe felix other than being wholesome

he has no beef with anyone. he minds his own business and just does his own thing

focuses on improving himself

wants to create a productive and positive learning atmosphere

takes regular mental health breaks his attendance is low and encourages other people to do the same

he's like the class therapist. he inspires comfort in all his fellow classmates. he may not be the stereotypical popular guy but he is the most well-liked because of his kindness

having a gracious heart and a soft, welcoming smile on his face make him absolutely irresistible to all. his natural, gentle charms are no match for mean-ass bullies

besides if anyone laid a finger on him they would be severely beaten by chan and changbin but we move

always fun to work with in group projects because he has a lot of creative ideas. thinking outside of the box is his speciality and he has quite a lot to offer to the group

makes brownies for everyone in the class during wintertime <3 he never leaves anyone out, even people he hasn't gotten a chance to get to know yet

he just balances the group out and acts like a glue that holds the class together

seungmin

the teacher's pet

seungmin is extremely organised. he's got his folders colour-coded and containing all of his notes. he has one for all subjects so he can compartmentalise his thoughts for each one

you can always rely on him for any sort of stationery. forgot your pen? he's your guy. you need a highlighter? he's got both a neon and pastel collection to choose from

teachers love him. he hands in work on time, contributes regularly to lessons, and is overall the perfect, model student

will probably remind the teacher that they set homework much to everyone's annoyance

will scold the others if they don't have theirs

he, like bangchan, usually does the homework as soon as it's set, just so he can get ahead

he made an unlikely friend in jeongin, who is quite different to him in terms of personality

they can't quite figure each other out but their differences push them closer together. it's cute. and both of them are good influences on each other so being paired up in class is usually a safe option

they joke that they're the most normal people in the class

overall, seungmin is a hard-working student and his grades are a good reflection of that

he's more worried about burning out, which has happened in the past

jeongin

the new kid

at first, jeongin was very quiet and didn't talk to anyone

being the new guy in class was already daunting enough. but seeing all these big and impactful personalities - like the class president who seems to have a charming and commanding presence, or the extremely handsome humour expert who twists everything into his own little joke - it's hard not to be intimidated

would he fit in? would he make friends?

of course it's natural to worry about this sort of thing, especially coming into a new class

but in reality he has nothing to worry about

the class president, bangchan, immediately takes him under his wing, allowing him to hang out with his group and get to know the others

which is very daunting, considering they all have unique personalities and different ways they interact with one another. jeongin finds that initially intimidating

but he's able to play it cool. and soon he finds no problem settling into the class and making new friends

seungmin is the person he sticks with the most and ends up having a close bond with

jeongin gets average grades. he had good days and bad; one day he's contributing the most in class and the next and the next day he doesn't say a word

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