#sorry to burst y'alls bubble

[imaginespazzi]

The clip of Azzi and Paige when they were on the Bird & Taurasi show last year popped up on one of my socials and I hadn't really watched it before, but the part when Sue asks them what their summer plans were and Azzi kept looking back at Paige and then goes "i don't really know what my plans are". YES YOU DID babe, you just didn't wanna say that y'all were flying to wherever the other one was to spend as much time as you possibly can together despite the fact that you'd literally just been at school together for the past however many months 😭 Also, we're really gonna have to wait until summer again to get any Pazzi crumbs huh

That was such a good day for the gays, like Sue, Dee, Paige, Azzi all while watching Caitlin? like hello dream orgy

ANYWAYS, yes they're so bad at this hiding thing they try to do like them immediately looking at each other when summer plans were mentioned, like besties y'all are not slick. At all. 😭😭😭

#ask #sorry to burst y'alls bubble and you can blame ice brady but we're not getting nearly as much this summer either unfortunately #ignore the unhinged stuff i say sometimes

[benevolentslut]

why does everyone who ships jaune with basically anyone always take him so far out of character

#like. he would not fucking say that #for my own ships personally i can't see him ever dating anyone other than pyrrha #but seeing the other ships would be perfectly fine if not for how badly people interpret him #like yeah he tries to be suave... but keyword there is TRY. HE SUCKS AT IT. HE'S CRINGE WHEN HE FLIRTS AND ITS ENDEARING #HES NOT A DADDY CHARACTER SORRY TO BURST Y'ALL'S BUBBLES

[allforhee]

ੈ✩ — 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 (ONESHOT) | PARK SUNGHOON

୨୧ pairing — streamer/gamer!bf park sunghoon x fem!reader

୨୧ synopsis — dating sunghoon was like flipping two sides of a coin. on one side, it felt like you were dating the sweetest introvert known to man. but on another side, you felt like he was the loudest extrovert (and gamer) that ever lived. you tried living with it, in this little bubble. but when sunghoon starts acting sensitive and eventually forgets your anniversary, that fragile bubble finally bursts.

୨୧ genre — non!idol au, established relationship, angst BUT with a fluffy ending cuz why not, shy!sunghoon but open when he's only with you

୨୧ warnings — cursing, sunghoon being forgetful, miscommunication trope (i'm sorry), bottling up feelings, arguments between you and hoonie :(

୨୧ word count — 1,752 words, 9410 characters (NOT PROOFREAD (cause midterms sucks ass))

୨୧ author's note — sorry for the mini hiatus y'all i have my midterms!!! #busygall but y'all have seen gamer!bf hee, but what about sunghoon? i feel like he's quiet on the outside but his gamer side is so.. this for my ice prince (but with a heart of gold) girlies... sorry for the angst!!!!!!

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌.

opposed to his loud and obnoxious friends, he tended to let out a small chuckle instead of a crackling laugh. at first (and around you), he was like that.

obviously you two liked each other in secret, because sunghoon didn’t know what to say, and you weren’t sure if he liked you back.

so when you two started dating, where you would stay over at his place more often (and eventually it felt as if you two moved in together), was when you found out about his gamer side.

turns out, behind the striking radiation of his monitor, was a completely different sunghoon. instead of his usual quiet self, he was loud as any other streamer. you could practically hear his laugh echo through his apartment as he did his streams.

you didn't want to disturb sunghoon in the middle of his streams, so whenver you needed something, you'd text him (even if he won't reply immediately, it was a good try).

but over time, you got more comfortable around each other. sunghoon even told you that "it's okay sweets, just call my name and i'll respond."

so you did. you started with little "what do you want for dinner?"s and a "i'm gonna go to sleep, okay?"

the first few times you'd do that, sunghoon would answer with a sweet "um, do you mind getting some takeout?" and a "okay sweets, sleep well."

but then, he would get easily irritated. his sweet replies turned into sharp responses like "just get whatever you want, i don't care."

you understood that you were bothering him. you saw on his screen how he was losing the match (maybe? you didn't understand what he was playing), and you didn't want to anger him further. but you knew at one point, the bubble would one day burst.

it was a friday. but it was your 6 month anniversary. you had everything planned, you planned a dinner with him, and got him presents. you especially got him a custom made keyboard keycap with your initials engraved, and one of a little penguin. you were determined to make today special.

you woke up at seven, seeing your boyfriend's still sleeping figure, ready to start the day by making some fresh waffles for the two of you before you had some uni classes at ten.

you had everything decorated, the waffles drizzled with honey, and a little sticky note next to it that wrote "happy 6 months hoon <3" and two cups of steaming hot coffee.

you got ready and dressed up, waiting for sunghoon to come down. the clock's hand at the number 8. but slowly, the hands on the clock that hung on his wall moved. from 8 to 9. the ice in his coffee slowly melting. the waffles no longer warm with the love you made for him.

you wanted to wake him up. but after his sensitive behavior at you a couple weeks prior, you were scared.

when your phone read 9.50, you realized that sunghoon wasn't waking up anytime soon. so you packed your bag and wrote a little note under the previous sticky note reading "i'm off to uni, enjoy and i can't wait for tonight :)" to let sunghoon know you were at uni. so you left.

thankfully, you only had 2 classes, so by 3pm, you were on your way home. you were excited to see sunghoon, half expecting him to wait for you by the door with his arms open.

you were lucky you hadn't expected 100% that sunghoon would be there. because the moment you stepped in your shared apartment, you felt emptyness.

the plate of what once was filled with waffles on the table was half eaten, his now empty glass of coffee sitting in the sink, and the sticky note you'd left on the ground. it wasn't crumpled or anything, but you were hoping he atleast read it.

knowing it was a friday and that sunghoon would be back from uni at 5, you determined to get yourself ready for that night.

you wore his favorite dress. you did your hair the way he liked. you had everything ready for him.

you sat in the living room waiting for sunghoon to come home. the time on your phone read 5.03pm. he should be wrapping up his classes now.

but you knew this feeling all too well. this feeling of deja vu as the clock's hands slowly moved from five to six. six to seven. seven to eight. before you knew it, it was almost 11pm as you were in the bathroom washing off the streams of dried mascara from when you were crying.

the moment you heard the apartment door open, you had no expectations. even if a little piece of you hoped that he'd come home all dressed in a suit, a hanful of flowers, and a plausible excuse to his lateness.

but as you stepped downstairs, makeup slightly washed off from the dried mascara, was when the words "what are you all dressed up for gorgeous? it's 11pm," slipped from his mouth. finally, that bubble burst as your fractured heart finally broke into pieces.

there he was, still in casual wear, hair slightly a mess, clearly reeking of alcohol. he was out partying.

that's the moment sunghoon sobered up. the sound of your sobs. never in your six months of dating has he ever seen you in this state. yes, you had arguments left and right, maybe some tears from rewatching la la land for the hundredth time. but never this.

"no no no, sweets what's wrong?" he asked, his once drunken eyes now filled with worry as he tried to pull you into his touch.

"you don't get it sunghoon, do you?" you snapped at him, swatting his hands away. you never used his government name. it was always hoonie, or baby. but never just sunghoon.

"get what sweets? why are you wearing my favorite dress? if you had told me this i would've come home earlier." sunghoon defended.

"you seriously forgot? you ate the waffles, drank the coffee, i even wrote you a note! were you just so caught up with your stupid games that you just forgot?" you ranted. you had enough.

"what sticky note? i woke up at ten and the place was practically empty, i saw the waffles on the table and the coffee and i just assumed that you made breakfast and left for uni." sunghoon proclaimed.

"you know what? i'm gonna go to bed. i can't handle you anymore. just go scream at your monitor, or- whatever." you sighed, heading upstairs into your shared bedroom.

sunghoon sighed, his hands on his hips, before running a hand through his hair. at that moment, he spotted the small heart sticky note under the dinner table. he hunched over and grabbed it, before he read what you had written on it.

the moment it clicked, he rushed upstairs. your six months. six. he can't believe he forgot.

as he stepped into the bedroom, he saw you in that dress, about to take it off. his favorite dress. "sweets i'm so sorry-"

"sorry won't cut it sunghoon. you've been so sensitive lately and all i wanted was to spend some time with my boyfriend! but no, you just had to play your stupid video games." you argued.

"no, you're the one who's been so distant lately! so i've been occupying myself with those stupid games to distract from my thoughts that maybe you would break up with me!"

"but that doesn't justify the fact that you just plain out forgot and left me to rot here!" you screamed at his face.

"i was out with the boys because i was trying to figure out how to tell you i love you!" he confessed, head hung low.

your once dried eyes filled with tears once more. in a panic, sunghoon cupped your face in his hands slowly wiping away the tears away, before you buried your face in the crook of his neck, trying your best not to break into pieces.

"i think we need to work on our communication." you mumbled in the crook of his neck.

"what do you mean, sweets?" he asks, slowly caressing your hair.

"because i love you more, hoonie." you whisper in his ear.

"that's impossible." he pushed you away from the crook of his neck, wiping away your tears as he pushed your hair away from your face. he looked in your eyes with a dashing smile.

his smile felt so infectious, that you couldn't help but shoot him a smile back, "because i love you most, sweets," before he kissed you.

his hands were painfully warm compared to your cold touch, a side effect of hours of waiting in the cold living room.

you smiled into the kiss, pulling away to take a deep breath, spotting sunghoon staring at you like you were his whole world, before you dove into another kiss.

"sweets, you know how much i love this dress on you." he mumbled into the kiss.

you pulled away and let out a laugh, "oh i know, it was supposed to be my little gift to you."

"oh but i probably deserve a punishment for making your heart break like that, i mean you were crying for hours! i'll do anything, what do you want?" sunghoon asked, ready to give you what seemed like the world.

"take a break from playing your games." you asked from him. looking into his eyes.

"well that's not as bad-"

"for a month."

"no no no i can't do that! you know the money i earn from my streams basically funds your shopping habit. i mean how am i supposed to dress you up in such beautiful dresses?"

you chuckled at his response, blushing at how affectionate he was being. "how about just two weeks and i'll make you breakfast every morning? or i could play animal crossing with you?" sunghoon begged.

you sighed into him, finally giving in knowing how much he hated playing animal crossing. he just thought it was stupid and there was no challenge to it. "okay. two weeks, breakfast, and animal crossing. but could you at least teach me how to play your games with you though? i feel bad that you have to hear me yap on about my favorite villagers."

with a chuckle, sunghoon kisses your temple, "for you, always."

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[ms-cartoon]

Warning: This post will contain mentions of assault or anything along the lines of it. You get the idea.

My review for HH ep 2 was supposed to be out by now, but there are some things I have to say first. My reasoning for sticking around for Hazbin Hotel is all gone except for Vox right now. I love Husk too, but they really just kinda ruined him for me in ep 4. I'm probably being dramatic but that's just how I feel. If he's supposed to be this wise bartender who's meant to make people feel better and help reach an understanding of some sort, he really just failed at that.

EP 4 of Hazbin Hotel is probably the worst one out of all the eps released so far. There are PLENTY of flaws to point out, but they can be said for some other posts I'll upload soon. What I'm mainly concerned with as of now is that "Loser Baby" song sung by HuskerDust.

So it's revealed that Husk was once an overlord and was always gambling. He betted his status and powers when playing against Alastor and lost. Now I guess he's forced to do whatever Alastor wants such as being a bartender. . . .

Sorry to get off topic here but. . . . Husk was an overlord??? I don't like how they just suddenly reveal that. It caught me off guard. I know they sorta foreshadowed it in the pilot, but they should've given most newcomers to the show a hint or something. It honestly feels like the writers just pulled that revelation out their asses just to add some positivity and similarity between Angel and Husk's relationship (because Viv and the fans just love idea of this ship oh so much)

Also, since he was previously an overlord, how come nobody's heard of him??? Everybody will get shocked when they hear or see Alastor or recognize him by his radio shows. Everybody knows the Three Vs, Camilla, etc. but not a Husk??? The Overlord with a gambling addiction?? Charlie and Vaggie will get shocked when Alastor comes in the picture but look at Husk like he's some random dude that just popped outta nowhere?

Plus, Alastor didn't force Husk to work as a bartender. In the pilot, he was easily convinced with cheap booze.

Speaking of his gambling addiction; well we all know he likes to gamble judging by his appearance. But gambling being his addiction?? Since when was that implied?

Anyway . . . . At this point, I don't get what the idea of that song is or what Husk meant by it. Maybe I am overlooking it, but its pretty hard not to believe knowing how Viv screws up her writing skills and how she went about it. According to all the Viv defenders, the song was meant to say Angel isn't alone in being stuck in a situation he feels he can't get out of and that Husk can understand where he's coming from and what he's going through. Well sorry to burst y'all's bubble, but even if that was, they just did wrong ENTIRELY. (Sidenote: If you Hazbin lovers wanna see it how u see it, then fine. But Imma stick with what I believe and there's nothing that could be said to change my mind, so don't bother trying to correct me.)

Husk makes it seem like he knows exactly what it's like being in Angel's shoes; signing a contract and being forced to do something against his will. That part seems to be the only thing they have similar. Except what happened with Husk in the past should NOT count as a similarity!

Husk: Loses a bet against Alastor, costing his soul and status as an overlord. Agrees to commit to Alastor's biddings apparently, including being a bartender for a hotel (which he wasn't really forced to do. He doesn't seem to be afraid in refusing Alastor's requests. I partially don't even believe it was apart of the deal to do what Alastor wanted)

Angel: Is a pornstar. Forced to be a pornstar and do whatever Val wants him to do. Including submitting to him and his sexual needs, getting beaten, r8ped, assaulted (sexually even), exploited, drugged, etc.

What part of Angel's problem should Husk be understanding? Alastor doesn't beat or r8pe Husk! It's never even revealed what Husk goes through with Alastor. I doubt it's anything bad on his part, since he clearly isn't afraid to talk smack to the powerful radio demon who could kill him in an instant. They just . . . had that past and now Husk is doing him a permanant favor. What Husk is doing now isn't even anything bad. He's working as a bartender for a hotel and is being paid to do it. He may not like, but it's nothing bad. What ANGEL is going through on the other hand?? The word "bad" doesn't even begin to cover it.

Husk may not know what Angel goes through (though he should connect the dots since Angel hinted at him when he revealed he gets drugged all the time) but Angel just full on agreeing with him and accepting that he's a loser for what he goes through and having to embrace his situation????

Ummm . . . . NO!

Bro! You just saw Angel about to get drugged!! He should NOT have to accept that!!

#anti hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel criticism #vivziepop critical

[annymation]

The Kingdom of Wishes- A “Wish” Rewrite

Chapter 10- The Thanks I Get

Chapter 9

(I bet ya'll see the title and think "oooooh she's gonna adapt Magnifico's song" yeah, actually no, sorry to burst your bubble, but that song is beyond salvation... I'm doing something else with it.)

“Then let’s go! Last one there is a dusty nebula!”

Aster exclaims as they run to the castle to get her wish. Probably not the most sneaky way to… sneak in a castle.

But Asha can’t help but laugh with his contagious enthusiasm, as he's literally doing some cartwheels as he runs, laughing to himself.

She’s confident they can do this, as long as they stay together.

Aster is way ahead of her, while Valentino is hoping after her.

She smiles with a passion in her eyes, as she runs and-

Asha is stopped.

She feels a large hand made of green magic holding her whole body.

Her smile instantly replaced by terror... The king got her.

She tried to scream for help.

"A-AST- HMM" But one of the hand's fingers covered her mouth to shush her.

Aster didn't look back.

Asha is pulled all the way back to the plaza, flying through the air. And before she knows it she's back on the ground. She opens her eyes... The king and queen are smiling down at her.

"Hello again, Asha. We got a little surprise for you~" Magnifico says in a singsong voice, holding a green wish bubble.

(The image above doesn't represent where they are in this moment, but that face Magnifico is making just SCREAMS the same vibes my rewrite's Magnifico has)

Her heart was beating like a drum... The king was no longer holding her with his magic but she still couldn't move, she was frozen in fear.

The king turned his attention to the crowd at the plaza as he spoke

(Detail: The whole kingdom is not here watching, this is like, a gathering of dozens of people that were casually walking around the plaza minding their business. But it's still plenty of people though.)

"My people! Give a big cheer foooor... THE NEWEST PRINCESS OF ROSAAAAAAS!" He announces with the charm of a show host, as he turns Asha around to the public.

He raises her wish bubble, revealing inside the image of her wearing a white dress similar to the queen's and a crown.

The whole crowd gasps in surprise, but no one is as surprised as Asha's 7 friends, all of them look completely shocked... They KNOW Asha wouldn't wish for that.

Asha looks like she's gonna pass out... Has Aster noticed she's not behind him yet?

The king continues as if the girl next to him doesn't look scared out of her mind

"YEAH I know, we were just as surprised as you all. Little miss "I just have a simple wish" here just did a FULL 180 and wished to be ADOPTED by us. I mean haha I'm sure now you understand why we were gonna deny this wish, right?... But then again..." The king places a hand on Asha's shoulder, tightening his grip "I won't stay on this earth forever, and we're yet to be blessed with an heir to be my apprentice... SO if Asha shares the same love for Rosas that we have, then how can I say no?!"

The people, now understanding the situation, cheer with joy at the news that the kingdom will have a princess.

(Hey hi it's me, just wanted to let y'all know the whole time I'm writing this scene my mind is going "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" in a bad way, like, this is literally the part of the story I was dreading the most, if this is freaking you out then imagine how I'm feeling.)

Asha for the first time since she landed on the stage starts trying to speak, emphasis on trying because her voice almost doesn't come out.

"I- I didn-"

The queen brings her in for a hug.

"Ooh Asha, I just know having you in the palace will bring so much joy into our lives." The queen holds her so tightly the girl can barely breathe "We've heard that you came out of the castle crying last night, and we felt so AWFUL that we made you go through the sadness of losing a wish" Her sharp nails are digging on Asha's back as she says "But don't worry mi rosa. From now on, we'll make sure no more tears run down those pretty little eyes... Ever again."

In the eyes of the people, this is a sweet moment...

But Asha knows full well what the queen really means. This is a threat.

They want to take everything away from her. Her interests, her voice, her free will. Everything because she dared to speak up to them, she dared to call them out on a problem that she had with the system...

And now, they thought she would just LET THEM take it all from her? So they could use her as a way to make THEM look holier than thou in the eyes of Rosas?

... No...

Like she told Aster, she was DONE running away from them.

All these thoughts are going through her mind as the king speaks, raising the wish into the air and using his staff to grant it, he speaks in a smooth calming voice:

"That's right, now just hold still my dear, this will feel just like waking up from a pleasant drea- WAHH!"

The crowd gasped.

Asha kicked the staff off his hands, stopping the spell.

The staff ALMOST falls on the ground, but Magnifico grabs it clumsily just before the green gem hits the floor.

The king's blue eyes are wide. His previous charismatic persona vanishes in an instant.

"yoU LITTLE- IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THIS I-..." He stops himself, remembering that they are in public. It's almost unnerving how quickly he switches back to his calm demeanor "Hahaha *ahem* apologies, got a bit jumpy there haha It's just that... You REALLY don't wanna find out what happens if this breaks." Magnifico says warningly.

The king and queen were surprised that Asha fought back...

But they were even more surprised by the fact she didn't even flinch at the king's yelling.

As they look at her, they realize she's not that same meek little girl they met the previous night.

She was standing up proudly, still holding her Saba's mandolin in one hand, and her mother's cloak hood was down.

Her legs were no longer shaking, and her head was held up high.

(The way he always taught her to? :3)

She spoke loud and clear so EVERYONE could hear

"That is NOT what I wished for!"

...

Magnifico wasn't expecting that.

After taking away her wish the girl should've lost her spark. But here she is shining brighter than before... Something changed... She got a new wish.

The plan was to just put her in a situation where she'd be in danger, so that the star would come to save her, revealing it's power, and Magnifico could capture it...

Sure, they just saw said star a few minutes ago, but hey, he wanted to make a spectacle out of it by having the star come out of it's human disguise in public. That's more his style...

... This is fine though, after all Magnifico always liked to improvise...

...

The king throws his head back as he lets out a huge laugh.

"HA- Ha ha ha Ooooh I see, you're just confused because you don't REMEMBER that you wished for this, right?" He asks Asha as if he's giving her one last chance to just play along and accept her fate "I know it's hard to believe, but this IS your wish. Then again, it's quite common that some doubt that they wished for something-" He turns to the crowd as if he's casually going to start telling a funny story "Ya know, there was this one time a lady wished me-"

"NO!"

She interrupted him this time, which got even more gasps and shocked looks from the crowd.

Magnifico now turned his face to her with a fake puzzled glance, really what he's thinking is "Oh she's ACTUALLY going for it?"

Asha takes a deep breath. They'll definitely throw her into the dungeon for this... But better thrown into a dungeon than locked in a tower as a mindless princess... Besides, Aster can unlock doors, he can get her out...

"I am NOT letting you decide what I deserve... Nor what ANYONE ELSE in Rosas deserves!" Asha says determined, pointing at the very confused crowd.

Magnifico is... How can I put this? Intrigued? Amused? Impressed?... Nah, I think the word I'm looking for is: Excited.

He NEVER had someone challenge him like this before, and although having these peasants kiss the ground he walks on is pretty fun, it does get kinda dull after 25 years... Getting to SHOW this little brat just how much control he has over them? Now that's new.

And so... He accepts her challenge, by playing dumb:

"Huh?" He looks at her with one arched brow, tilting his head to the side, a very slight smile forming on the corner of his lips "Now what on earth are you talking about, Asha?" He asks innocently, pretty much daring her to go on.

And so she does. Ready to go past just dipping her toes in, she's diving in.

She looks at her people as she exclaims without fear:

"Everyone, PLEASE listen to me, Magnus and Amaya are not who they claim to be!" She begs them to listen.

The crowd is dumbfounded, mostly by the fact she just addressed them by their first names.

Now, any other king would've probably called in the guards to arrest the girl at this point.

But King Magnifico ain't no normal king, he instead just jokes about it like this is a stand-up comedy.

"WOOOOAH first names!? Really? We're going with first names? Hahaha okay- calm down "miss Lucero"! We've just met yesterday." He's talking like she's just a kid misbehaving.

Asha ignores the king's comment and continues "Magnus claims to grant our wishes, but last night I've seen it with my own eyes what he REALLY does. He CHANGES our wishes, turning them into curses. That's what he did with MY wish, and he has been doing it for years with many if not ALL our wishes." She explains as clearly as she can.

The people look at her in disbelief, some laugh it off like she just lost her mind... Her friends though, seem to actually be listening attentively.

Magnifico approaches her and talks in a more reprehending tone, but still smiling like he just finds this all really amusing "Oh Asha, I know that because of your father's ideals you're not the biggest fan of how I do things, but yelling deranged lies about me REALLY doesn't help your case."

The king makes it seem like Asha is just acting this way to enforce her "Achieve your wish by yourself" ideals. And sure enough, some people seem to agree that's what she's doing. It has to be right? No waaaaay the king would actually be a bad person.

(They think, as they watch this grown man verbally bully this 18 year old... Please don't hate the people of Rosas too much y'all, they're like partially brainwashed and victims of the situation too)

Asha doesn't care what anyone thinks though, if she can open the eyes of at least ONE person, then it'll be worth it, she has to at least try.

"The only liar here is YOU" She says now glaring at him.

"Oh-ho REALLY? Alright Asha, I'll play along..." He leans down to look her dead in the eyes "Prove it." He challenges her, and then starts walking away from her, pretty much giving her the room to state her case "Go on, humor me. Show us a SINGLE proof that anything you say is a fact." he uses his staff to create a fancy chair made of green light for him to sit on, as he crosses his legs "Would you like one as well, my love?" he asks his wife that is just standing there

Oh yeah, the queen's there too, I haven't really mentioned how she's feeling about this have I? Well let me tell ya she's not enjoying this ONE BIT.

Actually the whole time she was in the background looking at her husband with the biggest "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Face you can imagine.

YEARS of maintaining a squeaky clean persona in public. YEARS of her teaching him how to act like a selfless person. And now he's just casually inviting this girl to destroy everything they've built?!

(Amaya, sweetie, you deserve better than this idiot, go to the Wish Movie universe and turn that Magnifico into your boy toy)

She tries to put some sense into him, as in, tell him they should just quit while they're ahead and throw her in the dungeon:

"Umm darling, don't you think she already crossed a line?" The queen asks him with a concerned look.

"Oooh she did, all of them in fact. But let's hear her out, ya know? After all, I'm always there when my subjects need to vent." The king gives his queen a confident look, as if to say "I know what I'm doing"

See, that's the problem with Magnifico, he's way too confident that his people would NEVER actually turn against him. Yes, he got worried when Asha raised her voice asking about her Saba's wish that one time, but that was different, back then Asha was saying something that could possibly be passed out as truth, that Magnifico doesn't grant all the wishes... Now though? Now she's saying that he CHANGES the wishes and turns them into curses, that's ridiculous, not to mention that now she has a bad reputation. He's confident that his people would never believe a word she says.

... That's what he THINKS.

Asha is given the room to open their eyes.

So, she takes it:

"The proof is literally ALL AROUND US!" She says pointing to the paintings on the walls around the plaza, the statues, the drawings on the floor. Everything illustrating the king and queen "Has anyone ever wondered WHY everywhere we look, every piece of art, every song we hear, every celebration, it's ALL dedicated to them?" She says pointing to the king and queen.

"It's called being grateful kid, you should give it a try." Magnifico says pridefully.

Some people in the crowd look around... Some of the younger ones, as in, younger than 18 have a thoughtful look.

Asha ignores the king's comment again and continues like she has been holding in these words for years "Our kingdom has people from all around the world: Africa, Asia, Arabia, Europe, so much diversity, but you could never tell by looking at the way people dress, all in one style. Our food is not diverse. Our music is not diverse. Our art is not diverse. Has anyone ever wondered why?"

We see a glimpse of Dahlia's reaction to that comment... That got her attention.

"I'll tell you why: Magnifico CHANGED the most beautiful part of ourselves, what makes us unique, making us all the SAME."

Magnifico chuckles at that as he says "And THAT, my dear, is what we call E-QUA-LI-TY" He claims proudly, thinking that the crowd agrees...

The queen seems concerned... He's getting carried away, again.

He's not looking at the crowd yet.

Asha looks directly at him, her eyes have a burning rage "THIS isn't equality! Equality is what Rosas used to be. Before YOU, this kingdom was colorful, full of variety and self expression-"

"Oh for crying out loud!" He cuts her off, now sounding annoyed as he rolls his eyes "You JUST turned 18, what do YOU know about how things were before ME?" He asks with a grin.

"I may be young, but I know A LOT. I've read about the kings that came before you! And by the way, there's a reason they didn't grant all the wishes!" She speaks boldly.

"OoOooOOoh would you look at that ladies and gentlemen, we got a little scholar in our midst!" That's the most formal way one can call someone a nerd "Alright then, ENLIGHTEN ME, why would those idio- I mean- Ideal kings not grant all the wishes?" He almost slips up.

She smiled knowing she already won, as she accepts the challenge.

"Gladly."

Magnifico is taken aback by that. His expression goes slightly serious.

"They didn't grant all the wishes because they knew the importance of not letting the people DEPEND on them to achieve their dreams, that it's something for YOU to do by yourself." Her voice is full of passion.

"HA! because THAT'S waaaaay better than what I do. You know Asha, maybe you're right, maybe I did change your wish, clearly you don't wish to be a princess, you're way more of a COURT JESTER! Isn't that right Rosas?!" The king expects people to agree.

...

Silence.

He turns to look at them and...

They're listening to her.

... That's... NOT how he thought this would play out...

He thought that at any moment the people would start booing her, disagreeing, insulting, anything...

But nothing happened.

... They actually DOUBTED him?

And all it took was ONE LITTLE GIRL?!

He thought they loved him unconditionally... But after everything he did they just...

Ignored him?

...

He had to shut her up.

But she still had more to say:

"They understood that wishing isn't something you should feel pressured to do when you turn 18. It's something that is YOURS and you should decide if you want to give it away or not-"

Magnus stands up from the chair he created as he speaks firmly:

"Alright, now you liste-"

She looked directly in his blue eyes as she interrupts him with no fear:

"You RUINED Rosas and everything it stood for."

His eyes widen at that comment. That one hit a nerve.

"That's ENOUGH-"

"You shouldn't even be KING in the first place! YOUR BROTHER WOULD STILL BE OUR KING! BUT YOU KI-"

Asha is shushed.

Magnus uses his magic to hold her whole body, including her mouth.

The people in the crowd gasp.

He's looking at the girl with an expression she hasn't seen from him before... There's no feeling in his eyes... It's like he's soulless.

He turns to look at the people bellow his feet.

They look... Scared.

...

He could do some damage control later. Nothing that a wish ceremony here and some festivals there don't fix... The people would forget this eventually.

This girl though?

He would never let her forget who was their king.

Asha's eyes look terrified.

His face remains emotionless as he says in a whisper:

"You want me to be the bad king? Fine, now I'm the bad king."

There's the rumbling sound of thunder, alerting that it's gonna rain soon.

At that moment, King Magnifico just kinda forgot the whole reason they did all this was to capture the star...

OH YEAH SPEAKING OF THAT STAR! WHY DON'T WE CHECK ON HIM???

So we cut to Aster near the entrance of the castle, oblivious to the fact Asha was not racing with him at all for the past (I don't know how many) minutes.

The star hits his hand on the wall as he says

"HA HA I WIN! Alright, now how should we distract the guards? I was thinking mayb-" Aster turns around and realizes...

Asha isn't with him.

"... Huh... I know I'm fast but I was trying to run about the same speed of a human... Could she have tripped on the way or something?" The star ponders, trying to see if he could spot Asha in the distance

But then he hears some very desperate cries... Of a certain baby goat.

"MAAA! MAAAA!" Valentino was hoping as fast as his little baby goat legs could take him.

"Oh hey Val! Did you see-"

"MAAA!" The goat explained.

The smile on Aster's face deflated into horror.

"... W h a t?" Aster's voice was shaking, he didn't know such guilt was even possible...

They left her. After he promised he would never leave her side.

Aster grabbed Valentino, running with the goat in his arms twice as fast as he ran to get to the castle, and all he could say was:

"NONONONONONO I'M OFFICIALLY THE.WORST.WISHING.STAR IN.THIS.SIDE.OF.THE.GALAXY!!!"

Sooo we cut back to Asha... Who's not doing so great right now.

The king is using his staff to make her float, so they're on the same eye level. As he begins to speak with his voice sounding uncharacteristically monotonous.

Not faking kindness, nor passion, not even sarcasm, just a serious and emotionless tone that sent chills down her spine.

"I don't know what could've possessed you to speak such lies, Asha. After everything I've done for you... Since the day you were born to the day that we've met... I give and give and give and give" He tightens the spell around her with every "give" making her face contort in pain "And all I ask in turn... Is just a little respect." He sighs "But that's too much to ask from you, hum? You want things to be your way, to change centuries of tradition because YOU so happen to not like how things are... And to think I actually considered making an apprentice out of you.” He says… looking at her wish bubble that he's holding “So, this is the thanks I get? For wanting to go above and beyond to grant your wish? I mean, what MORE could you possibly want from me?” He asks even though she obviously can’t answer with her mouth covered by his magic.

“I think she made what she “wanted” painfully clear, mi rey” the queen, that has been dead silent this whole time, as she usually is when they’re in public… comes in with her voice sounding full of pain and sorrow…

Magnifico turns around to his queen, she has the most believable crocodile tears running down her face

… Oh how he loved this woman. She always knew just what to say to turn the odds in their favor.

He lets go of Asha, knowing his wife’s words alone were more than enough to trap her.

And so, the queen began to speak:

“You came in with that whole “I don’t know what to wish for” nonsense, as if someone that lives HERE of all places could not know what to wish for… We opened our hearts to you, offered to help you, and you gave us THIS WISH…”

Asha tries to defend herself:

“I didn’t wish fo-“

“Silence.” The queen said raspy, as she walks towards Asha slowly “I know what you wanted… You wanted to destroy everything we’ve built… By stealing the crown from us.”

A few people in the crowd, mostly older people, gasp.

Asha get's nervous, realizing people are believing what the quenn says.

“What?! But I didn’t-“

“You tried to manipulate us into giving you the title of PRINCESS in a silver platter, but after we denied you, you decided to change your approach, didn’t you? You wanted revenge, you tried to spread these HEINOUS LIES about our King. You tried to TRICK our beloved people to put them against us.” The queen keeps walking closer and closer to her.

The people that were before agreeing with Asha… Now see her as a traitor.

Asha is panicking.

“But- But I never wanted to be-“ Asha shuts her eyes as the queen gets close to her face.

“But you miscalculated, my dear, because you CAN’T hurt our reign, for we are mighty, and you? You are all alo-WAH“

Something pushes the queen away from Asha.

The crowd gasps.

She falls on the kings arms.

…

Asha opens her eyes.

Aster is standing with his back turned from her, his arms are open trying to shield her away from them.

He turns his head to look at her behind his shoulder

"Sorry I took so long, you okay?”

Asha looks at the faces of the civilians of Rosas, they all look concerned… With the queen.

“No.” She answers, hugging herself, scared beyond words.

“… I gonna get us out of-“

“GUARDS! Cease these traitors!” The king exclaims with his voice full of rage.

Aster just turns around to Magnifico in shock.

“EH?! TRAITORS?! WHAT DID I MISS-" Aster barely finishes his sentence before a guard bellow the stage grabs him by the cape and pulls him down "WOA HEY-”

"OH! I don't knoooow, maybe you just missed that you TOUCHED THE QUEEN, BOY!" (took all my will power to not write him saying "Mah wife") Magnifico yells at the star boy while holding his wife in his arms, she's making a whole scene like Aster hurted her really badly when in reality she barely felt anything. "And YOU" Magnifico turns to Asha, who's just petrified with fear as some guards get up the stage to get her "... I don't think I have to explain what you did wrong, do I?" He simply shrugs.

Asha is looking around desperatelly.

There HAS to be someone who sees this is wrong, right?

She looks to the crowd and sees... Her friends.

They all look scared, but they have to believe her right? After everything she said.

She manages to avoid the guards grasp, as she jumps down the stage and rushes to where her friends are.

"DAHLIA, GUYS! Come on, you KNOW I'd never make that wish, PLEASE you believe me, right?!" Asha says as she holds Dahlia's hand.

... Dahlia doesn't hold her hand back... She looks at Asha with tears in her eyes... Not knowing what to do.

It's not like they don't believe her, most of them do...

Most.

But they're just a bunch of teens, what are they supposed to do?

The 7 can see the king glaring at them, waiting for their response.

Dahlia can only stutter:

"... Y-you... You did say the king wouldn't grant your wish..."

Asha's heart sinks... They're too scared of him.

"... I- I lied, I'm sorry, I should've told you but-"

"Why wouldn't you tell us?" Dahlia asks.

Asha feels Magnifico's hand on her shoulder.

"Because all she did was lie."

He pushes her aside, throwing her to a guard.

Asha and Aster are both captured and dragged away to the castle.

"Honestly, Asha? Trying bring your friends down with you? Now that's just pitiful." Magnifico turns to the 7 teens, they all look terrified of him... Good... "Such betrayal must hurt a lot, huh? But pay her no mind children... She will deceive you no longer." He says with fake pity in his eyes.

Suddenly, he feels something kicking his legs.

He looks down and sees Valentino angrily hitting him with his little baby goat horns, it doesn't hurt at all.

He holds himself to not just kick the little baby goat, and grabs him by the collar of his little sweater.

"Here, you can keep her pet." He says, handing the goat to Dario.

The king turns around to go on his way but-

"KING MAGNIFICO! WAIT!"

Simon exclaimed... To the surprise of all the other teens.

The king turned to him slowly, looking at him coldly.

"Yes, O'Donohue, what is it?" Magnifico calls him by his last name, so Simon knows that HE knows who his father is.

Simon hesitates for a moment, but continues

"W-we've been Asha’s friends for YEARS, we know she'd never mean any harm to Rosas... There HAS to be a misunderstanding, she doesn't deserve to-"

"I'll be the one deciding what she deserves, Simon." The king cuts him off

Simon goes quiet, with no choice but to watch Asha being dragged away.

...

It starts to rain.

...

Well, this was a disaster.

And that's not your narrator speaking (although she agrees). The line above is what Magnifico is thinking.

They planned on making the star show his true form in public...

BUT HERE IS THE GOD FORSAKEN BLONDE.

STILL PRETENDING TO BE HUMAN, STRUGGLING TO ESCAPE THE GUARDS GRIP.

WHAT GIVES?!

Well "what gives" is that Aster already broke a rule today. Rule number 1 was that he'd never leave Asha's side... And he did that.

So the star is now pretty stubborn on not breaking rule number 2: Never use magic.

Aster is just letting himself be carried away by the guards... But the star does have plan though.

He can open locks, once they get in the dungeon they can just escape... This is fine.

But this isn't fine for the king...

He wants to make people SEE him as he captures this star's power, to come on top as the hero who stopped the "Threat to the kingdom"... But how can he do that if the star won't show itself?

...

He would make it show itself... He just had to do what they planned...

Put Asha in danger.

The king looks at Asha's wish bubble... A wicked smile forms on his face.

Doing what he's thinking in public will surely be harder to justify in the future... But desperate times call for desperate measures.

"GUARDS!... Wait a moment."

The guards taking Asha and Aster stop. The two teens look at him.

Magnifico is holding Asha's wish on his hand as he walks towards them slowly.

"I believe that such crimes as the ones displayed today deserve a more... Unique punishment" He approaches her and looks her in the eyes as he says to everyone watching "May this serve as an EXAMPLE of what happens to those who wish harm on our kingdom... This might sting a little." He warns her with a smirk.

The grip on the wish bubble tightens until...

A small crack appears.

"aaaAAAAAAAaAaaAaaaaAAAAAAAA!!!"

Pain. That's all Asha feels.

Like grief, heartbreak, anguish and guilt just washed over her like a tidal wave all at once.

Asha lets out a painful scream and her legs go weak.

The guards holding her get startled, they didn't expect the girl would start yelling bloody murder out of nowhere.

The sound is music to Magnifico's ears though.

Aster is beyond terrified. Not only by the scream, but also by what he sees.

Her light... It's fading.

The king is killing her star.

"S- STOP! YOU ALREADY GOT ME! I'M THE ONE YOU WANTED RIGHT?? JUST LEAVE HER ALONE!"

The king continues tightening his grip on the bubble, as he turns to look at Aster with the same smile he had when he played dumb to Asha earlier:

"Huh? Now what on earth are you talking about, lad?"

He asks innocently, pretty much daring Aster to show his powers.

Aster knows what the king wants... But if he does it, not only will he be breaking the promise he made to Asha... He's gonna be breaking the most important rule for wishing stars: Don't show yourself for any human that isn't your wish maker.

If he breaks this rule... What happens to him? Will he be able to-

Asha screams again, the bubble cracks more.

Aster suddenly doesn't care about the consequences anymore.

"I SAID...

LEAVE

HER

ALONE!!!"

Aster's whole body starts glowing

As the guards holding him down let him go in surprise.

The boy is now back to being animated in 2D... But not how he was before

Before Aster's animation was usually smooth and fluid, like something animated by James Baxster.

Now though? There's nothing smooth about the way he's drawn, it's like whoever was holding the pencil on the animation table had a fit of rage while doing every single frame.

I think the best way I can describe it is this scene from "Tale of Princess Kaguya"

(Eyyyy look at us referencing a ghibli movie to talk about Aster again ahahaha- This is not the last time I'll mention Princess Kaguya in this rewrite, she's actually a big inspiration for Aster's character... If you know, you know)

The king sees this apparition that would probably strike fear in the hearts of anyone...

But his face read as if he was thinking "Thereeee it is" with a huge evil grin.

Aster doesn't really care what the king is thinking though.

The star moves so fast the rain drops start falling slower.

He reaches out and grabs the wish bubble from Magnifico's hand.

Then he runs to Asha and takes her in his arms.

Before they leave, he runs to grab her Saba's mandolin that fell on the floor.

And with all three in his arms, he runs up the walls of a building, leaving after images of himself behind like these:

The king just blinks and suddenly the girl, the boy and the wish bubble are gone...

"... WEEEEELL Would you look at that, ladies and gentleman! The traitor, and the wish stealing star are in CAHOOTS! Now who could've eveeeer seen this coming???" The king asks obnoxiously to the now panicked and screaming crowd, that is barely paying attention to him.

... This really isn't his day, and now his cape is all wet.

He just sighs loudly, at least capturing that star will brighten his day

"Okaaaay then! I'll go kill a star boy now, not like any of you ingrates care to watch." He yells to everyone around, not hiding how frustrated he is that he's not being the center of attention at the moment.

(If you're wondering where Amaya went, bruh honestly Idk. Rethinking her marital choices probably. I can't think of anything for her to do here and I kinda wanna give the spotlight to Magnifico in this chapter... Because Amaya is getting her own spotlight reeeeeally soon my friends, just you wait.)

So we cut to Aster and Asha. They're on the top of a building.

The rain is pouring down.

Asha is laying down, her head on Aster's lap.

She still looks weak and deeply in pain, Aster doesn't know what to do as he just trips over his words in a panic:

"I- I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry! I promised I'd stay w-with-with you but I- wasn't there- I shouldn't have let go of you-your hand-"

He's holding her wish bubble with one hand as he continues to apologize...

Asha suddenly feel slightly better... Like a little bit of the pain left her.

"A-Aster" She tries to tell him, but the star is lost in his own guilt.

"This is all my fault- I-If I had looked back- b-but I got distracted- be- because I was just so excited- I'm so sorry"

Asha notices something... The wish on Aster's hand... The cracks are healing.

"...Aster..." Asha repeats, trying to get the star's attention, to show him what's happening

"They were right about me... I really don't know what I'm doi-"

"ASTER!" Asha calls his attention, no longer feeling pain at all, she sits up looking at the wish bubble.

The star looks at her confused.

"Look!" Asha points at the bubble on his hand...

It's no longer cracked... And not only that...

It's changing.

The image of Asha as a princess inside the bubble morphs to what it originally was... Asha as herself, happy and being accepted by everyone in Rosas.

The bubble turns from green to blue.

Asha smiles in amazement.

"... You fixed it." She looks up to Aster's face with a smile, she looks thankful.

Aster is looking down at the bubble in his hands.

"... I didn't know I could do that..."

A smile finally returns to the star's face.

Asha takes the wish from his hands... And brings it to her heart.

And as it sinks in her chest she can feel a sense of peace she never experienced before. She's whole again.

She lets out a sigh of relief.

"... Aster... I just wanted to say that it's not your fault, I know that you'd never mean to leave-" She was going to explain to the star how she's not mad at him, but then she actually looks at his face and realizes... They're looking at her differently... He's in awe, like he's gazing upon a wonder that he never thought possible "... Eeeh... You're ok?" She looks at him kinda weirded out.

Aster in, in fact, gazing upon a wonder he never thought possible.

He sees Asha's star. Her glow outshines all the stars that he has ever seen, and he has seen QUITE a lot of them living in the sky. It's like a flower blooming with rays of purple, yellow and white shinning from it.

Aster is speechless for a moment... But then he simply says:

"I can see you."

"Huh? You... Didn't see me before?" She asks them.

He looks her in the eyes with a smile full of admiration

"I see you... ALL of you."

His voice sounds relieved.

Asha doesn't fully understand what he's talking about, but she smiles back.

...

Her smile fades away instantly when she notices the figure floating behind Aster.

"A-ASTER WATCH O-"

"🎶OOH STAR LIGHT~"

CLANG

Aster's right wrist is trapped by a chain made of green magic.

The star barely has time to react before the singsong voice behind him continues

"🎶STAR BRIGHT~"

CLANG

His left wrist is trapped by another green chain.

"NO!" Aster tries to fight but he's already being pulled away from Asha.

"🎶FIRST STAR~"

CLANG

Now his right ankle is trapped too, as he's dragged towards the king.

"HOLD ON!" Asha tries to hold his hand.

"🎶I SEE TONIGHT~"

CLANG

One last chain locks itself on his left ankle. Aster is completely trapped.

"ASHA! RUN!" He let go of her hand, and just pleads for her to leave.

"🎶I WISH I MAY~"

The king keeps pulling the star teen with his staff, his voice sounds deranged with glee.

"🎶I WISH I MIGHT~"

Aster is trying to fly away but the chains weaken his powers, he's being pulled closer and closer to Magnifico.

"🎶HAVE THIS WISH I WISH TONIGHT~"

Aster and Magnifico are now face to face. The star looks at him furious, while the king just gives him a smug grin.

"Oh I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" Magnifico asks sarcastically.

...

The rumble of thunder becomes a lightning in the distance.

Chapter 11

Final Thoughts

Yes Mag, you are, like always.

WOOOOOH this was a long one wasn’t it? Hehehe and the emotional rollercoaster ain’t over yet! I like to call this chapter the LYRICS REFERENCES chapter. Like seriously, referencing This Is The Thanks I Get in a way that was actually SCARY was so much fun!

Okay, now DO YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LOVE ASHA???

This girl literally just made the people question everything BY SPILLING FACTS THAT SHE ALWAYS QUESTIONED HER WHOLE LIFE!

Magnifico was like: “lol go ahead, prove to them I’m evil” and then she spoke some facts and he was like “wait! That’s illegal!” even tho that’s literally what he asked her to do.

SHE ATE HIM UP AND LEFT NO CRUMBS!!! IM SO PROUD OF MY BABY GIRL!!! LOOK AT HER STARTING A REVOLUTION THEY GROW UP SO FAST!!!

And like, yes that new found confidence is majorly because of Aster’s influence, by showing her that even with just music she can inspire others and make a difference… SO ASTER’S PLAN OF PLAYING MUSIC WASNT POINTLESS! HA! But like, that confidence was always deep within her, she just needed to let it out.

Also, I may have made a liiiiittle change while developing the story, see, before the reason why Asha was so out spoken in this scene was because she didn’t have her “I want to be accepted by others” wish inside her, so she kinda cared less about what others thought of her while speaking in public, which kinda is still what happened here, but I also added the factor that she created a NEW wish inside her, that’s why she wasn’t acting so weird like Simon for example.

Speaking of Simon BOY how am I gonna write him betraying the others after this??? Like, dude is waaaaay too DEEP into the propaganda to see all this take place and be like “nah the king definitely is right” YOU DENSE SLEEPY BOY HE LOOKED AT YOUR BEST FRIEND LIKE HE WANTED TO SNAP HER NECK.

Speaking on the king now… I love writing this dude, I’m sorry, it’s fun as heck, became my new addiction even. Like, the man is the whole package, he’s funny, pathetic and stupid sometimes, but also menacing, powerful and manipulative. And that’s not to mention THE ANGST of his past. You may have noticed how what really got him nervous was the mention of the past kings and how he was the one who ruined Rosas.

The tragedy behind this is that Magnus as a kid WANTED to be a good king, but he was told he had to do it the same way all the other ones that came before him did, he had to learn magic and grant the people’s wishes, but he didn’t want that, he wanted to be king his own way, and not have the people DEPEND ON HIM… HMMM. But then his parents just replaced him for his little brother as the heir, and he was forgotten, unloved and ignored. He realized he could NEVER grant his own wish of being king his own way, so he decided he would FIGHT for that wish… So now he makes sure NO ONE fulfills their dreams, the same way he never could, and he makes sure everyone remembers him, everyone loves him, and no one ignores him… So yeah he’s a brat, right? What a loser.

I STILL can’t put Amaya’s backstory into words BUT ILL WORK ON THAT!!! It’s kinda more complicated!

Oh and of course we can’t forget to talk about Aster… Boy sure can run can’t he?

Now about the people of Rosas, I’m sure y’all noticed how this is the second time we had a scene of the royal couple and Asha in front of a crowd, right? Yeah remember back then when we were on chapter 3? Good times. So ummm I mentioned that I don’t like writing scenes with crowds watching… And I still don’t, so why do I keep doing it? Well there’s a reason why this rewrite is called “The Kingdom of Wishes” and it’s not just because it’s a generic name, the second reason is because THE KINGDOM itself is A CHARACTER, and is in fact the character that needs rescuing. Like, those people are all victims, they don’t know they’re having their cultures erased from their minds or their interests twisted, and even their lives ruined by being turned into animals sometimes.

So we have like 3 scenes with a crowd in this story, the first was on chapter 3 when the whole crowd agreed with Magnifico and Amable 100%, then the second was this one where they just agree 50% if not less, and the last one will be the climax when they realize OH DANG YALL WE’VE BEEN BAMBOOZLED! THESE TWO MONARCHS ARE CRAZY AND NOT IN A WHIMSICAL WILLY WONKA WAY! So yeah, look forward to that…

If you’re wondering how close we are to the climax… Uuuuuuh let’s say we’re in the middle of the second act… This story is long.

One more thing, every single time I imagine the scene Asha is pulled back to the plaza while Aster is running all I can think about is this:

Anyway, see ya next time for more angst!

Thank You For Reading!

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NSFW Alphabet- Legend Edition

Okay, so the Ravio ficlet is fighting me tooth and nail rn but I offer this instead @lovanmari @angry-trashcan @wayfayrr

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Honestly, a solid 7.8/10. Like, he has a general idea of what he's doing, but still needs some instruction every now and again. But he's the best at massages. You didn't hear it from me, but if you flutter your lashes and ask really nicely, he'll be at your mercy for whatever your heart desires <3

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Look...This is one Link that I can safely say it's not his freaking hands. It's his fingers. He loves what their capable off, both with a weapon and without. Especially when it comes to taking apart his lover over and over again. Just to see those sweet expressions, just to hear those orgasmic noises, just to experience pure bliss in taking his partner apart at the seams.

On his partner? I could lie to you guys and say he doesn't have one. Or I can tell you about how he drools over a good set of cheeks. (not face cheeks). He loves watching his lover's ass just bounce and ripple with every smack he lays against it. Even better when he wears his rings and leaves a pretty little welt behind as a reminder of him <3

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Oh he's loves backshots. You know why? Because he gets to cum all over his lover's ass and watch it drip around the curve. And he's got thick cum, I just know it. I just know it's thick and the perfect consistency to drip down in perfect little rivulets down your ass then your thighs.

Don't get him wrong, he also loves cumming deep inside of you, only to then finger it back inside your dirty little whole.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Is so open to a threesome with Ravio. I HAD TO GET THIS OUT THERE I'M SORRY-

Should his lover bring it up, because he'd rather drown himself than do it himself, he would agree to a threesome with the merchant faster than his lover could blink.

Is totally open to fucking into his lover while Ravio fucks him from behind. That's the thought of the night, your welcome :)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I'd say he's one of the more experienced(?) Links out of the bunch? I think he went on a bit of a spiral after Marin and just took every lay he could get to get his mind off her. Little bit of a slut tbh-

That's okay, he stops when he meets you <3 Then he's your slut <3

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Ooh so many. He likes them all, but obviously anything that gives him access to your ass. Doggy style has a place in his heart for so many reasons. One) He can smack and play with your ass whenever he wants. Two) He can bend over your back and fondle your chest and pull at your nipples whenever he wants. Three) He can mark up your back to his hearts content without worrying about the others seeing the marks.

10/10 position in his humble (Correct) opinion.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Have you met this man? Him goofy?

Probably fnofnbf. Drops a snide/sarcastic remark just to get his lover's mind off the intrustion entering their body (I hate myself <3). Anything to get them to smile up at him with that dazzling smile.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

HFIOHFF I WAS WAITING FOR THIS ONE. No. Carpets do not match drapes. In fact, drapes are strawberry blond and carpet is PINK. His dick hair is pink. sorry to burst y'alls bubbles. Not even a little. He is practically barbie bushed. But it's well groomed! Trimmed and orderly because it it's not it gets itchy and makes him cranky.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh, he just wants to please his partner. If they want intimacy, he's giving them intimacy. He'll be the most romantic partner his lover has ever seen. Or, if they would rather him spit in their mouth and slap them around a bit, he's doing that too. Maybe they just want him to call them his 'Perfect little whore.' to get that perfect mix of both praise and degradation. He's doing it all. <3

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Does it a surprising amount. Now, HEAR ME OUT- don't leave yet. He's got a crazy high Libido. One would even say it's comparable to a rabbit's. Either way he's constantly going and going and going. And his partner needs a break. So if he has to hump his hand to the thought of them, then so be it. He's willing to give them a break, if only to know he can go twice as hard the second he get's his hands on them again.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Goddess above where does one begin-

Huge corruption kink, breeding kink, loves to tie his lover up, totally into temperature play, loves marking up his lover with welts and bite marks, cockwarming, spanking, degradation, praise, brat taming, predator/prey play (I'll let you decide who's who in that scenario).

He's open to exploration and will try anything at least once. Anything his lover wants <3

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Wants total privacy. Look, I know I said he'll try anything at least once, but if it's something huge he needs to be alone with his lover with the amount of vulnerability he's gonna show. If exhibitionism is the thing he's trying, he's going to need a lot of convincing and you're gonna need to start slow. Maybe not locking the door one time or leaving a window open. Things like that.

Just take things slow and he'll open up to other locations. Number one is still his house though. Ravio can join go take a walk after being (s)exiled.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Oh anything. Like I said, fucking like rabbits. You breath in his general direction and he's sweating, doing the good ol' horny grip on his pants and thighs and praying you don't notice. Has to take a walk after that. Maybe settle behind a tree for a solid tug-and-rub.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Honestly? Probably absolutely against watersports. Idk i just can't see him being into it no matter what. Gives him the absolute biggest ick.

(loves making his lover squirt if they're capable of doing so though)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think he prefers receiving. He's absolutely fantastic at giving, like holy shit give this man a medal. But I think he prefers watching your eyes water as you try to take him all in one good. Loves feeling your throat constrict around him. And if you fondle/ finger yourself while doing so, looking up at him through your lashes?

He'll fuck your face. And he won't be nice with it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I'm sure the rabbit jokes are getting old at this point, but you need to understand how important that side of him is to me.

Anyway, absolutely fast and rough. Jackhammers into his lover, absolutely scrambles their brain because just listening to them babble is so hot to him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves them. Will do them every chance he gets. He is so down for a quickie and he's good at them. He's rocking your little world with the ten minutes he has.

Since you have to be quick, he can't spill all over your ass, so this little bastard obviously has to cum inside :) And then he expects you to hold a straight face while dripping his cum :)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Like I said, down to try anything at least once, but he may have to warm up to the idea. Just take it slow, baby steps, and let him warm up to the idea. Let him take the lead. He'll do anything you want after that <3

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

...OKAY- I WON'T SAY IT BUT KNOW I'M THINKING IT.

He has stamina for DAYS. Can't stop when he gets going. Like he gets straight up sexdrunk. Pussydrunk/Dickdrunk idk (I read the term in a Leon Kennedy x Reader fic and that's now how I'm describing all of the Links thanks) He's that. He's just so into it that he cannot stop. Your gonna have to stop him and pull him away man.

Although, you don't have to <33

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Absolutely uses toys. He sees them as a partner in crime rather than the enemy (As he should) and uses all sorts just to see what happens because of it. Remember that temp. play thing I mentioned? Loves using different tools, running them along your skin just to hear you cry out or jut up into him, shivering.

Also, probably loves plugs with a little tail on the end. A bunny tail-SORRY YOU HAD TO KNOW THAT WAS COMING-

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loves to tease. He is absolutely loves making you beg for him. Loves feeling you make a mess all over yourself, and by consequence himself, only to pull away at the very last second. Actually. now that I think about it, he's so into edging. And the second your on the precipice, he'll push you over that ledge, but instead of staying with you and carrying you through that high, he's ruining your orgasm and laughing in your face.

Only to do it all over again.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not overly loud...unless your sucking him off and playing with his balls. He's just a mess. I mean, he's crying out, whining, whimpering your name. Just broken. A broken little man.

When he's hitting it from the back though, it's not so much noises, but words. Legend has a FILTHY fucking mouth. Like get this man a bar of soap because the words he utters? Pure filth hidden in the perfect little tone, meant to make you shatter underneath of him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Absolutely loves dumbifying his lover. Loves just turning them into the perfect, mindless little toy for him to use. Their mindless little cries as he just destroys them? Drive him up the wall. Their sinful whimpers as they reach for him, pulling him as close as possible as he carves his place into them?

Fuck, he's going feral just thinking about it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's packing an average six inches, seven when hard. Average girth as well. You know what's not average about him though? He's got the best curve to his dick. And it's all natural. It hits the perfect spots every time, no matter the position. And, when he puts his mind to it, he can make it feel thirteen times better. He's brushing against those spots without really trying anyway, but now he's hitting them, dead on, every single thrust.

And he's got nice balls. Suck 'em a little. He'll cry. In a good way though. :)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. There is never a moment he's not down to do that devil's tango. He just hides it well. He has the trauma to have a damn good poker face and uses it all the time. He can't have all his thoughts on full display.

You know...Thoughts on bending you over his knee and just smacking those cheeks of yours, turning them a cherry red and watching the flesh ripple. Of making you cry and cling to him, begging him to stop while also pleading with him to do no such thing. Yk. Casual things.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Doesn't sleep normally let alone when his lover is displaying such vulnerability in his presence. He has to protect them! He needs to be there just in case. He's their first and last line of defense.

He's not sleeping until he's absolutely certain it's safe for both of you.

#yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe #linked universe x reader #yandere legend of zelda #legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #link x reader #loz #yandere lu legend #lu legend x reader #yandere lu legend x reader #lu legend #cindersins

[punkeropercyjackson]

You guys know what's wild as hell about Pjo fans ragging on Walker!Percy though?The fact that they keep saying he's not a good adaption of Percy because he's 'super lame'.Like first of all that's a child shut up and get a life bitch but also my actual point is that he's only lame from normies who think they're freaks perspective and i mean this in the sense of me being a lower class autistic adult and ex-troubled kid like book!Percy is and that's why i think both his version of Percy and Walker himself are cool as fuck.Like sorry to have to burst your bubble but Percy was never a stereotypical guy or a skater boy or a devil may care or popular in the mortal world and i'm bolding that last part as the important distinction-Percy is widely beloved BY OTHER DEMIGODS because they're also weirdos like him but regular humans still view him as a worthless and unappealing loser and this is very much intentional every step of the way.Demigods are a metaphor for neurodivergent otherhood,mortals are a metaphor for ableist neurotypicals and you guys fell for Percy's untrue self-image issues and his tormenters verbal abuse hook line and sinker.Me thinking Walker is really based is not only my opinion(and a fact)but also just me literally understanding the assigment from the get go and for ten years now lmfao!Y'all hate for his Percy Jackson kinnie and zero Peter Johnson energy swag💙

Also,i was gonna end it there but i need to add in this bonus as a black woman who's a lot like Leah personality wise and in presentation:Annabeth canonically dosen't want to be blonde because she wants to be seen as more than her looks and Leah's blackness freed her from it and erased the white feministic aspects of her to be replaced with good nerdy black girl rep so by extension her dynamic with Percy is actually equal and i love watching it which is a far cry from book!Percabeth and i hope they cast a black girl for Rachel(my beloved)too and let Jason's actor when the time for Hoo comes keep his hair black as they did Leah so all you 'Percy has a type and it's blondes' freaks will be exposed for the racists and pedo apologists you are💕💕💕

#percy jackson #walker scobell #walker!percy my beloved #percy jackson defense squad #autistic percy jackson #punk!percy #team parent percy jackson #and for book!percy: #transfem percy jackson #bigender percy jackson #annabeth chase #leahbeth #leah jeffries #leah is our annabeth #autistic annabeth chase #she/they annabeth #platonic percabeth #ocean girl and wise guy #rachel elizabeth dare #t4t perachel #nigerian rachel dare #jason grace #black grace siblings #t4t jercy #aroaceflux bi percy jackson #pjo #actuallyautistic #x black!reader #< for clout #summerposting

[hoeforhao]

🪧. ⚜️ Eclipse ⚜️ Prologue // Wonwoo FF//

⸙͎ pairing: dad!wonwoo × fem!reader

⸙͎ synopsis: what happens when you meet your lover from your previous life, except this time he is a dad coupled with zero memories of you two.

⸙͎ genre: heavy angst, some fluff, reminiscing of memories, happy ending?

⸙͎warnings: war trauma, mention of death, ww2 era love, flashbacks, rebirth/reincarnation

⸙͎ word count: 437

⸙͎ author's note: hehe it's finally wonu month as well as mine!!! so this is my special series as a gift for both my and wonu's birthday♡

Lemme know if y'all want a happy ending or sad ending for this.

"Bubbles run fast, why are you tortoising through the hallway hmph" the little ball of joy kept dragging you down the gallery, galloping like an excited baby bunny, eager to introduce her favorite person with her other favorite human, a.k.a her father.

"I'm not an eleven year old, bursting with energy,kiddo like you Elara!!! Please run slow Ms" panting like a dog, you two finally reach the party venue, all decked up in peonies and gilded with stardust.

"There he is" one last swish from El and that's when your entire world stood still. A feline looking man, permed locks cascading down his forehead, face plastered with the biggest smile the world has ever witnessed while his eyes form the perfect cresents on the night sky of his temples.

I mean it's not that unnatural for women to be smitten by such beauty, right? But for you, he wasn't just another random nerdy looking man you've met on the streets, someone straight outta the books. No! H-he... he was your moon, one that eclipsed over your pain, your anger, your flaws and in return made you gleam the brightest in the galaxy.

☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.

"Wonu-yah quick quick close your eyes and make a wish" you tightly press his biceps while bringing both of your palms together to wish upon the falling star.

"Yah silly girl, you know i don't believe in these." a slight mocking smile leaves wonwoo's lips as his lightly pinches your mochi cheeks to break your concentration.

"Yeah yeah sure sure! Why would you even need to wish for something when you have everything" getting up from the boulder you two were sharing and straddling your way through the beachy sand, you stomp away all angry.

"Okay okay I'm sorry bubbles. Tell me what you wished for" a pair of soft yet firm hands entrap your body from behind, while a cute stubby nose rests on your shoulder.

"For you to hold my hand in every universe and lead me through it. For you to always come home to me ; and for you to entwine me in your orbit in every life" single drops of tears making it way down your cheeks as you hold wonwoo's hands in yours. "W-we won't ever part tracks right? I wanna see the beauty of this world with you, enjoy each and every element only if you're there to clasp me into your arms through everything; and then finally bloom together from the soil again."

"You'll always be the star to my moon, darling. Never alone never separated, always shining bright together."

Oh only if they knew....

#kpop #seventeen #svtcreations #kpop scenarios #fanfic #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #wonwoo seventeen #seventeen wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonu #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo #wonwoo angst #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo au #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #seventeen wonu #kpop angst #wonwoo svt #svt wonu #svt wonwoo #svt fic #svt scenarios #svt angst #svt au #svt imagines #svt series #jeon wonu

[gravedigginbbydoll]

His Best Girl

Eddie Munson x Latina! OC

AN: Hi. So this lil blurb is very personal to me and my own experiences (and a few of those of loved ones) as the daughter of a latina immigrant. This is heavily based on Your Best American Girl by Mitski. Also I'm sorry for making Steve an ass at the beginning, I just think pre-upside down and Nancy, he was a bit misguided. And to all my immigrant daughters out there: please know that you are not out of place or just pieces and not a whole. You are a human with multiple facets and pieces and parts to make up something amazing. Anyways, like and reblog if you enjoy as per usual. Love y'all ❤️

CW: Xenophobia, stereotypes, internalized xenophobia and anti-latinidad, pressure of fitting in, strenuous relationship with mother, toxic motherly relationship at times, anxiety, bullying. Fear of not being accepted, etc. Mentions of food. Slightly suggestive thoughts.

I stuck out like a sore thumb in Hawkins. It didn't matter that we had lived there for longer than Billy Hargrove, we got more sneers than he ever did. Teased for lunches homemade by my mother, now rotting in a garbage can behind school. Teased for the poncho I wore in grade school, chubby cheeks wet with tears as I sobbed over the laughter. Teased for my mother’s pronunciation of words like Illinois, too many syllables crowded into her mouth for the english language. 

It didn’t matter how far I distanced myself. I stopped speaking my mother’s native tongue, pushing down the hurt I saw in her eyes that now her own daughter was pitted against her. I stayed silent at my father’s snide comments about her heritage and pretended to be busy when her family called. I tried to get involved in cheerleading and dance, trying to show that I too could be part of the American Dream. Yet still, like a birthmark unable to be scrubbed away, Hawkins remembered me as a stranger. 

It seemed like the effort finally paid off when Steve Harrington got interested in me. I wasn’t ugly, but I wasn't Molly Ringwall. He flirted with me after basketball practice, messing with my scrunchy, stealing my pom poms. I felt my heart soar. I’d finally made it. I’d finally been made a resident in my own community. When he finally asked me out, I felt my chest burst with pride, my sense of belonging almost fulfilled. Yes, my home was tense and sad. But now I could exist outside our little bubble without fear of being ostracized. 

Then came the roadblocks. 

Steve liked my hair straight, down and perfected with hairspray. Liked me clean shaven and bare. Wanted me to do makeup like Carol, simple. Wanted me dressed in pinks and perfect baby blues, the style as All-American and feminine as possible. Wanted me to stop carrying around the small rosary and evil eye bracelet I’d hidden from the rest of the world. I obliged, sugary smiles and gut wrenching nerves, just wanting to stay enough, be enough. 

Then it went deeper. Steve wanted to hear me speak Spanish in private, words hushed and filthy, pushing limits I knew I’d be thinking of later in confession. But in public, he only wanted English, urged me to take French at school instead. He never asked to meet my mother, who had showered me in affection despite my cold shoulder. Who only spoke in proud words over me on the phone whether it be about my latest test, my excelling in dance classes, or just my part on the cheer team. And as we went further, he’d scrutinize little things, like the way I looked, the little superstitions I picked up from my mother, the small bits and pieces of her folded into me. 

It all bubbled over the night I met his family. He warned me that they were tough but his mother was sweet. I sat, makeup perfect, smile shining, and careful to seem like the picture perfect girl they’d approve of. I nibbled at the meal his mother prepared, my heart longing for the familiar comfort of my mamá’s cooking wafting in the kitchen, the laughter in the kitchen as she made milanesa or empanadas. Steve’s mother’s cooking felt cold, lifeless. The casserole was lightly salted, and the energy at the table stale and somehow tense all at once. 

“So, what’s your mother do? Stay at home?,” Steve’s father asked nonchalantly. 

I felt my stomach sink. Wealthy mothers in Hawkins didn’t work. They stayed home while their husbands hopped around their business meetings and towns nearby. My smile faltered, but I decided to be honest. After all, they’d know sooner or later. 

“No, sir. She works at an Italian restaurant downtown.” 

“Well, I suppose Italian isn’t all that different from speaking Spanish,” He offered, shrugging. 

My stomach sank to the floor, my heart squeezed. Something about his inflection, something about his writing off my mother speaking English, stirred something in me. 

Steve stayed silent, his eyes begging me to let it go. 

“My mamá speaks English, sir. As well as Spanish,” My voice shook softly, my hands clenched under the table. 

“Ah, okay. Wasn’t sure. Seems a lot of Hispanics nowadays can’t just try to learn the language when they come into our country, for god's sake. But I should have known. You’re such a…well-adjusted girl.” 

I felt the small thread holding together my façade crack. I breathed in, trying to stop myself from screaming. How could such wealthy and lucky people be so small minded? I gritted my teeth. 

“English is surprisingly a hard language. My mother still struggles with it even after living here longer than she did in her home country.” 

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Well, I’m not struggling. Just don’t understand why they can’t come here and assimilate. I mean, when Steve told us he was dating an ethnic girl, I questioned-” 

Steve paled at the mention of this, turning to me and trying to explain himself through his eyes but staying silent. 

I held up a hand, trying to keep my composure, my words cold and my anger boiling. “We try. Plenty. We try to squeeze into your boxes and norms and bend to your will and it’s never good enough. I still get notes taped to my back that say ‘river crossing’ or slurs that aren’t even correct for my heritage. I still get called ‘gorilla arms’ despite waxing and shaving daily since 6th grade. I get spit on daily and if I even look at some of the people in this town, I worry one day that I’ll be dead in a ditch. And I’m one of the lucky ones. My father is American, and I am fairly pale. I was born two towns over, for christ’s sake. I am just as American as you. My mother and any latino who steps foot in this country deserves to be here as much as you, if not more.” 

I felt my hands shake and my cheeks wet as I wiped at them, the mascara I had been wearing smearing a streaky black as I stood, brushing my hands off on my dress, my heart feeling freed, my chest tempted to break open to allow me to let go more. 

“Now if you excuse me, I must go home.” 

I turned and walked out, leaving behind the big house full of dreams of all-star American athletes and nuclear households, tired mothers and fathers obsessed with infidelity. Part of my heart hoped Steve would run after me, apologize, kiss my cheeks and promise to love all the pieces and intricacies of me, promise to stand up next time. 

But he never did. 

Steve never called back, stopped speaking to me after practice, stopped trying to squeeze himself into my life. Maybe it was me embracing the soft curls of my hair and not shaving day in and out. Maybe it was me wearing what I wanted and quitting cheer to join the newspaper, and finding more people who accepted me for myself. 

I won’t deny that it stung how he found Nancy Wheeler, perfectly American girl without any question. Straight A’s, beautiful, sweet, well-off family. I was happy for him. But I couldn’t deny that my chest stung with the idea that no matter what I did, I’d never be her. 

My mother and I started mending our relationship, and while it always had that complicated knot of trauma and things she wouldn’t discuss, it was better than the frayed edges I’d left. She still pushed me hard, she still was stubborn and said things that would sting for a lifetime. I still cried alone when we fought, guilt over her giving up a life and home to make one mine, and yet I still got upset when she would refuse to budge and claim I'd ‘regret saying these things when (she) was dead and gone.’ 

But I felt less like a broken piece of glass trying to fit into a puzzle. 

I met Eddie while eating lunch outside, still sensitive to classmates upturned noses and sniggering laughs behind their hands. I was at the bleachers, enjoying the fresh air and the empanadas I had reheated secretly in the front office. My mom had made the monthly trek to the latin supermarket to get ingredients and stock up on comforts. I was relishing in the flaky dough and savory inside when a voice startled me. 

“What is that smell?”

I felt shame and embarrassment sink into my bones, knowing some of the kids at Hawkins hated the smell of the food I brought from home, claiming it was ‘too weird’. I turned to look at the voice, feeling my voice caught in my throat at the sight. 

Eddie Munson. 

I recognized the outgoing and loud metalhead anywhere. He was what I tried to distance myself from for so many years, trying to squeeze into Hawkins small sect of acceptable behavior and praised individuals. He always scared me, his clear and blatant middle finger to the idea of blending in, his behavior and interests always villainized in this town. But I also respected him immensely and was almost envious that he could do that, not consumed by thoughts of others mistreating him. 

And yet now here he was, about to join the flock of Hawkins xenophobes, it seemed.

He scrambled to sit down next to me, his lean legs climbing over the seats easily as he sat by me. He had a pack of cigarettes in hand along with what seemed to be Twinkie. He smiled down on me, his wide grin causing my cheeks to heat quickly. Eddie was more attractive than the town of Hawkins gave him credit for, his smile dazzling and his eyes a warm brown. He white Reeboks rested against the bleachers in front of us as he leaned back on his hands, smiling over at me. His bangs came over his eyes a little with the wind, causing him to squint. 

“I’ll trade you one of whatever that delicious thing is for my Twinkie. I forgot to pack a lunch,” he joked, dimples popping out. 

I felt my hands clam up as I fidgeted nervously. 

“I mean, sure, but are you sure you’ll like-” 

“Princess, trust me. I love food. And that little doughy pocket you are currently munching on smells heavenly…Please?” 

I nodded, feeling my stomach twist with nerves as I handed him the food, smiling at him sheepishly. He took it with eager hands, his own nimble fingers brushing mine and swiftly handing me the slightly squashed Twinkie. 

“Sorry, it got a little beat up.” 

I shook my head, shrugging. I had pocketed the twinkie, instead focused on his face while he took an eager bite into the dough, his moan coming soon after, his eyes rolling back into his head, his head thrown back. 

I felt my skin heat up to blazing temperatures, my thighs squirming. 

Who knew Eddie Munson’s moans sounded so… sinful?

He turned to me after chewing and swallowing, his eyes sparkling with interest as he sat up and faced me, scooting closer to me. 

“You’ve got to tell me what that was. That was the best thing I’ve ever eaten. I need like fifty. Seriously. I’ll give you a free stash if you just bring me one like everyday.”

I laughed, my cheeks still heated and my heart squeezed at the excitement. 

He liked it. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t spit it out. 

“It’s an empanada. My mom makes them.” 

“Em-pan-ahd-a,” He sounded out, stumbling over his words a bit and then grinning at me, his dimples popping up. 

“Seriously though, I’ll pay you to get more of these.” 

Eddie and I formed a bond tighter than anyone I’d ever known. After that meeting, we’d exchanged names and he offered to bring me one sweet each day in exchange for half of my mother’s cooking. 

I was terrified at first, scared he’d turn away a dish or gag at the things she made. But as it turned out, that fear was short-lived. 

Eddie Munson scarfed down empanadas, milanesa, cassava, rice, and soup. He acted as if each meal was worthy of a restaurant, praising my mother's cooking over and over again. I watched with swelling pride as he asked about the dishes and ingredients, how to cook them, and what my favorites were. He took extra care to express his love for the dishes I had assisted with the night before, his sweet words imprinted on my heart like ink. 

We grew from that to more and more hanging out, me being an honorary member of Hellfire, and Corroded Coffin’s number 1 fan. I learned Eddie never got to learn how to ride a bike but could fix cars up pretty well due to working at an auto shop. I learned how Eddie sometimes would visit his dad at the jail but always came out of it bitter. I knew Eddie liked his eggs over medium, not scrambled (‘it looks like brains’), and how he had a tiny chip in his tooth from eating shit at a little league game when he was about 11 (‘I was never athletic, okay?’). And with each small piece of Eddie I got to know more and more, I felt a stronger tug at my heart. A pull to know all the parts of him, to familiarize myself with the calluses on his fingers and the dip in his collarbone. I wanted to consume all the pieces of him and feel our bones lock together. 

One night, I had invited him over to help my mamá and I cook dinner, her over the top doting and affection causing us both to have heated cheeks, his a bright red. She was showing him how to make milanesa, her fingers already coated in eggy breadcrumbs. He listened intently, still joking around and making her laugh. She doted on him despite my fear, affectionately reprimanding him for not wearing socks on the cold floor and having his hair a mess. We laughed and sang along to old traditional love songs wafting in from the record spinning in the living room, Eddie taking my hand and swaying with me in the kitchen. My mother looked over at me with warm eyes, her smile soft and sad. 

I never felt freer than that moment, all the small pieces that made me me visible to Eddie. He looked at me with warm and caring eyes, his smile soft but still bringing out his dimples. He liked me. He liked who I was. He didn’t mind that my mother had an accent or that she was overbearing sometimes, or that she burned palo santo to repel bad spirits and insects alike. He didn’t let Jason stick xenophobic notes to my back without a fight, and never made me feel like I needed to push down my heritage. 

After dinner, I helped my mother wash the dishes while she urged Eddie to talk with my Dad and tour our home. I stayed in the kitchen speaking in hushed tones in Spanish with her, feeling frustration bubble up at her listing of all of Eddie’s flaws. 

He’s too rebellious. 

Ya se, mamá. Pero-

He has too many tattoos.

Sí, pero-

His hair is too long. 

Mamá-

I had just about accepted defeat when she stayed silent for a beat before turning over to me.

“But does he make you happy, mijita? 

I felt my heart skip a bit and a glimmer of hope shine through as I nodded my head and her expression softened. She turned back to her plate that she was scrubbing, looking into the suds rather than me. 

“Good.” 

We sat out on my porch hours after that dinner, our pinkies brushing as we sipped on water, Eddie smoking a cigarette but careful to not let the smoke come my direction. We had slipped into a comfortable silence that was familiar to us. Eddie dropped the cigarette, stomping out the smoke before turning to me and smiling. 

“This was nice. I want more of this. More of us. What do you say, princesa? Be my girl?”

I felt my heart swell as my cheeks burned from my grin, my eyes watering over as I nodded enthusiastically. He pulled my hand closer to him with our connecting pinkies, interlacing the fingers and smiling as I answered. 

“Yes. Always.”

I was on a date with Eddie when I finally saw Steve again. I mean, I had seen him in the hallways in passing, his arm usually wrapped around Nancy. However, I’d heard a rumor that the two had broken up. Steve wasn’t as popular as before and seemed to stop hanging around his group of usual assholes that included Carol and Tommy. But I had never expected to see him at the local mall working at Scoops Ahoy, serving me and Eddie. 

Eddie had a protective arm wrapped around me, his expression guarded as he ordered some ice cream for the both of us. Eddie actively hated the mall, but this was the only place in town that really served ice cream and the two of us combined had a dangerous sweet tooth. He also was aware of me and Steve’s past, and our sour ending. He had soothed and comforted me when I felt afraid he would react the same way to my home and family. 

While Steve rang us up, his expression was pained, which would have been laughable in his uniform if I wasn’t still stung by his behavior. He looked up at me, his eyes sincere as he sighed, his expression guilty. 

“Look…I’m sorry I was such an ass while we were dating. I shouldn’t have let anyone talk to you like that. I shouldn’t have pushed you like that. I’m really sorry.” 

Eddie’s arm wrapped tighter around me, ready to defend me if needed, his gaze on my face. 

But strangely, I felt a sense of closure. A sense of forgiveness. I didn’t need approval from Steve or Hawkins or even Eddie. I could be all the little pieces of myself and my mother, all the parts of Midwest America and Latin America by myself. I deserved to be whole. 

“Thank you. I deserve to be myself and feel proud of where I come from. I appreciate that you know that now.” 

Eddie smiled softly down at me, kissing my forehead as his expression was filled with pride. He paid and tugged me away from the counter, his smile soft as he handed me my ice cream and held my hand with his free one, the other clutching his own. 

“Sweet treat for my favorite girl.” 

I smiled down at the cone, the phrase not lost on me.  Maybe I wasn’t the All-American Girl. But I was Eddie’s girl. And that was more than enough.

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[sydsaint]

A tad bit of angst for y'all

Summary: The reader is feeling down after a breakup with Riley and Jay is there to comfort her. But trouble arises when Riley shows up to get her back.

"Yeah! Kick his ass, Y/N!" Juice cheers for you from the ring apron. 

The AEW crowd hoots and hollers cheers at you and Julia Hart as the two of you go at it in the ring. You and Julia trade a few more blows before you manage to knock her to the mat. You quickly climb to the top rope and hit a picture-perfect moonsault before going for the pin.

Three seconds later, the bell rings and you're declared the victor in the match. Juice rushes into the ring with Austin and Colten and the trio all crowd around you cheering about your victory. 

"Nice work, Y/N." Austin compliments you. 

"Yeah, great job out there." Colten agrees. 

You nod and everyone walks over to the edge of the ring to head backstage. "Thanks guys." You smile at them all. 

Everyone makes their way back to the locker room where Jay is waiting. Austin and Colten have a match later so they walk off to get changed and Juice wanders off to catering. This leaves just you and Jay in the locker room. 

"Nice job out there." Jay compliments you. 

"Thanks." You reply dryly. 

Jay nods and falls silent for a moment before he speaks up again. "So, are you going to tell me what's up with you?" He suddenly asks. "Are we going to do that thing where you're upset but refuse to talk about it? So I ask and you snap at me? Then we're both mad at each other for a week until you eventually just give in and tell me what's up anyway?" He asks you. 

"Who said that something was wrong with me?" You scoff. 

"Y/N." Jay replies. "Come on. Juice might be too dumb to see it. And Austin and Colten might not know you well enough. But I do." He reminds you. "So come on. What's up?" He scoots closer to you. 

You let out a heavy sigh and look at Jay who's patiently waiting for you to answer him. "It's stupid, okay?" You insist. 

"Don't care," Jay replies plainly. "So spill it." 

"I thought I saw Riley yesterday, alright?" You finally burst. jumping to your feet in the process.

Jay falls silent and nods. "Oh." He replies quietly. 

"I told you it was dumb." You shake your head. 

"It's not dumb," Jay argues. "Come on, Y/N. It's alright." He pats your back. "Riley broke your heart. I can understand if you thought you saw him. It's not that big of a deal." He assures you. 

You let out another sigh and set your head on Jay's shoulder. "If it's not such a big deal, then why do I feel like this?" You ask him. 

"Like what?" Jay asks. 

"Like I want to puke. Like I can't get enough air no matter how hard I try. Like I'm gonna bust out crying at any moment." Your vision starts to blur with the threat of tears. 

Jay rubs your arm gently and sighs himself. "That's heartbreak for you, Y/N." He glances down at you. "I'm sorry you feel like shit. But it won't be like this forever, sweetheart." He assures you. 

"Promise?" You glance up at him through blurry eyes. 

"I promise." Jay nods. 

Next week you and Jay are coming back to the hotel after some meet and greet event. You are walking ahead of Jay and telling him about these two sisters that you met at the event that were super cute and bubbly. Jay smiles and listens intently when he suddenly freezes while looking toward the check-in desk on the other side of the lobby. 

"Jay?" You turn around when you notice that Jay has come to a stop. "What are you looking at?" You ask him. 

"Nothing." Jay snaps out of it and puts a hand on your shoulder to turn you back around. "I just remembered that I left something in the rental car." He lies to you. "Go ahead up to the room without me. I'll be there in a minute." 

You nod with furrowed brows. "Alright." You can't help but notice Jay's odd behavior, but elect to ignore it for the moment. 

You head for the elevator but notice that Jay doesn't start moving until it's closing. Which is strange, to say the least. 

Jay waits until your elevator closes before he turns back to the check-in desk with an angry look on his face. He marches over to the desk where there's some guy in a beanie talking with the last behind the counter. 

"I better be wrong about this," Jay speaks aloud as he walks over to the desk. "Riley? Is that you?" He asks. 

The guy at the desk turns around and sure enough, it's Riley aka El Phantasmo. 

"Jay! What's going on man?" Riley smiles at his former friend and colleague. 

"You've got some fucking nerve showing up here." Jay growls and grabs Riley's arm to drag him away from the desk. 

Riley laughs casually and follows Jay away from the desk. "And what do you mean by that?" Riley asks Jay once they're away from the desk. 

"You broke Y/N's heart! That's what!" Jay raises his voice. "Just tell me that's not why you're here?" He asks. 

"Come on, Jay." Riley scoffs. "You don't really think that I meant to hurt her, do you?" He asks. 

Jay rolls his eyes and resists the urge to punch his former friend in the face. "Well, you did. And if you think for one second that I'm about to let you get anywhere near her? Well, you're fucking delusional mate." He glares at Riley with disdain. 

"And why is that?" Riley stands his ground. "Because you know that she's not over me?" He confronts Jay. "It's not my fault that you never had the balls to ask her out, Jay. I made a mistake when I broke it off. And I'm here to fix it." 

"Like hell you are!" Jay steps toward Riley with another growl. 

Before either man can go to make another move and start a brawl in the hotel lobby you show up somehow. "Jay? Riley?!" 

Both men's gaze snaps at you as you make your way over to them. "Y/N! There you are!" Riley quickly jumps in front of Jay. "How have you been? You look great!" He starts off with a smile and a compliment. 

"What are you doing here, Riley?" You confront him. 

"I came down here to see you!" Riley replies. "I came to apologize. And to try and get you back," he explains with a hopeful smile. "I made a mistake, Y/N, okay? I miss you! We should have never broken up." 

Your mouth hangs slightly ajar as Riley pleads his case with you. All the while, Jay is glaring a hole into the back of Riley's head.

"You don't have to listen to this tool, Y/N." Jay cuts in after a moment. "He doesn't deserve your forgiveness." He insists. 

"Funny, I don't recall Y/N asking you anything about this." Riley turns to him. 

Jay snarls and shoves Riley on the shoulder. "Funny. I don't recall you giving a shit or being around when she was crying her eyes out and a mess after you left!" He snaps back at Riley. "Why not? Oh, because that was me! I was the one there for her when she was upset! It's always me by her side!" 

"She's not your girlfriend you desperate simp!" Riley fires right back. 

"She's not yours anymore either!" Jay reminds him. 

All the shouting begins to make you upset and you manage to slink away back up to the hotel room while the pair are arguing. Both men fall silent when they realize that you're gone. 

"Oh great!" Jay scoffs. "Look at what you did!" He blames Riley. 

"Me?" Riley matches his scoff. "You were the one yelling." He insists. 

Both men argue on the elevator ride up to your floor. Jay goes to unlock the door when they reach it, but someone inside beats him to it. Juice comes out of the room with Colten at his side, and both of them look upset. 

"What the fuck did you two do?" Juice confronts them both with his arms crossed over his chest. "Y/N's in there crying into Austin's chest because of you two idiots!" He scolds the pair. 

"She's crying?" Jay replies with a softer expression. "Juice come on. Let me see her." He takes a step forward. 

Juice puts his hand up and Colten blocks the door. "Not a chance in hell." Juice stands his ground. "Y/N doesn't want to see either of you losers right now." 

"Yeah, so get lost!" Colten adds. "Both of you!" 

With Colten and Juice guarding the door, Riley and Jay are both forced back down to the lounge in the lobby. They play the blame game for a while, and neither of them willing to admit that they upset you. But neither of them knows what they can do to make it up to you either. 

A little while later, Colten comes down to the lounge and walks over to the pair. "Y/N wants to see both of you." He informs the pair. "But if anyone starts pointing fingers or yelling? Then you're both done." 

"Alright." Jay nods. 

"Yeah, okay." Riley agrees. 

Colten nods and leads the pair back up to the hotel room. Everyone files in and finds you sitting next to Austin on your bed. "You two are acting like children." You inform both of them. 

"We know." Jay nods sheepishly. 

"And we're sorry," Riley adds. 

You nod and take a deep breath. "Good. But if I'm being honest? I don't want to hear either of you out. At least not right now. So I'm asking you both to just give me some space for the rest of the day, okay?" You ask them. 

"Yeah, alright." Jay nods. 

"Whatever you need, Y/N." Riley agrees. 

"Good." You nod. "Juice, Austin, Colten, and I are going to head to the show. Jay, you're not scheduled for anything so I'm asking you to stay here." You ask him. "And if you two can act civil when we're back. Well, then we can all talk." 

Jay and Riley both nod and agree to give you space for the rest of the day. You gather your stuff and head out with Austin and Colten. Juice hangs back for a minute and confronts his friends one last time. 

"I suggest that the two of you take this time to figure your shit out." He suggests. 

"Yeah, we will." Jay nods. 

Juice leaves the door and Jay turns to Riley with a civil expression. 

"So." Riley sits down. 

"So," Jay repeats him and does the same. "Let's talk." 

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[navibluebees]

hi. i've come bearing requests.

spider x reader when y'all just enable the WORST of each other. you guys literally SCREAM at each other, just bringing out the absolute WORST in the other person. but then you guys have a job/punishment together and you can decide the rest.

ily <3

Troublemakers

Welcome! I love to see ya~ Also playing off of the reader being Lyle's kid just for *parental bonding moments* aka suffering at the hands of teenagers 😂

Also, my loves, please see this post. I'm very serious about it. I don't want any minors on my page & I don't want empty blogs either. 💙

All ageless & empty blogs will be blocked. No minors!

"Shut up!"

Another day, another quarrel. You and Spider were screaming at each other from across the table. It had been going on for so long that you forgot what you were even arguing about in the first place, but you refused to back down. He slammed his palm on the table and leaned in close to your face, a snarl curling his lips into a threatening expression. A giant blue hand shot up and pushed him back from the table. Quaritch stood up, putting himself between the two of you.

"Enough! This is unacceptable. You two, clean up the table."

You opened your mouth to snap back and he held up a hand. "I don't wanna hear it. From either of you. Get it done."

He signaled the recoms to get up and leave their empty plates on the table. They filed out, your dad bringing up the rear. He turned and looked at you meaningfully, trying to get the message across to behave. You rolled your eyes and looked back to Spider.

"Way to go, genius," you sighed.

He scoffed. "If you'd just calm down and shut up, there wouldn't be a problem."

"I was calm!" you screeched.

He side-eyed you and laughed. "Yeah, clearly."

You started to growl and lunged for him, pinning him against the table and poked him in the chest.

"If you'd just kept your mouth shut, we wouldn't be here."

He jerked away from you and snatched a few plates up. They clattered in his arms as he walked over to the return slot for the plates, sliding them in their spot. The dining area was quiet except for the clinking of utensils. Finally it was time to wipe the tables down.

You filled a small bucket with warm, soapy water, already familiar with the routine as this was not the first time you and Spider had been stuck with this cleanup duty. You slapped your cloth on the table and the water splashed up, getting soap on Spider. He grumbled in annoyance and splashed you back with his own cloth. You squealed and flung bubbles at him from the palm of your hand.

He chased you around the table, water and bubbles splattering the floor. Alerted by the noise, your fathers came back into the area and yours hissed as he slid across the floor. He grabbed a chair and his nostrils flared in annoyance as he stared you down. You and Spider halted in your movements and stared right back at them.

You both burst into laughter, leaning on the table for support. Lyle and the Colonel looked at each other, irked but of the same mind that at least you were cleaning and getting along somewhat. They looked pointedly at the bucket and turned to leave, not uttering a word.

You hurriedly finished up wiping the table and dried the wet places on the floor. Exhausted, you slumped into chairs and leaned against each other. It was so natural by this point with him being the only person who really understood you. It's probably why you got on each other's nerves so much.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

"Me too," you said with a huff of laughter. You linked arms and sighed deeply as you took comfort from each other's presence.

~~~

"What do you think they're doing?" mumbled Miles.

"Who knows?" shrugged Lyle.

Miles paced. "It's been too long. I'm going in."

Lyle hopped off and followed him. "You worry too much, sir. I-"

Miles stopped him with an arm across his chest. They looked on at the two of you asleep and slouched together in the chairs. Miles moved forward and around the table, trying to figure out the best way to pick Spider up. He looked like he was about to attempt a fireman's carry when Lyle waved his hand to stop him.

"Easy, Colonel. They're little. You have to be gentle."

He crouched and slid an arm around your shoulders and the other under your knees and carefully picked you up, slowly untangling your arm from Spider's. Miles reassessed and copied Lyle's movements. He lifted Spider, held him close and took him back to their shared bunk.

Lyle followed right behind and held you close to him. As he walked, he looked down at your small face, scrunched up in sleep. He shifted you, holding you with one arm and used the thumb of the free hand to smooth out the crease between your brows. When he saw you relaxed and cuddled against him, he softened. His chest warmed with affection and he clutched you tighter.

***

Taglist:

@ikranwings @sweetirilly @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

#lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet as a dad #recom wainfleet #lyle wainfleet fluff #spider soccoro sully #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #avatar the way of water

[lajikookbolala]

you know about Lee yubi right. It's a pretty strong rumor and it's not just some stupid shippers made the rumor but an actual Korean reporter, who have made numerous videos that turned out to be true and is considered as one of the authentic paparazzi lol. He still have evidences of JK and yubi in his channel and fact that he's not doing some voice overs but actual reporting showing his face and all make me believe it's true. Or else why BH is not sueing him for defamation ? Or not denying it ? It's not even about stupid yt videos for views we are talking about but actual Korean reporter, like ones is dispatch lol.

So I decided to do a little digging about this and here are two articles I found:

The two main reasons for the dating rumors I'm seeing is that:

They wore similar bracelets

Jungkook apparently bought the same bag that Yoobi was wearing in a photo

*Sigh*

Do I even need to explain why this is stupid af?

Seriously. Some of y'all are so desperate for Jungkook to be straight that you actually take these theories seriously.

And just because this reporter was right once doesn't mean he always is.

And just because JK might have given a girl a bag doesn't mean that they're dating.

Sorry to burst your bubble, Anon, but this man is gay. And no matter what stupid hetero dating rumors keep popping up, he's still gay. And you know what? He's probably having a fucking great time doing it.

#jikook #kookmin

[alfi-always-writes]

Maybe you could do #55 with ler!Leo and lee!Donnie? It feels like something Leo would say.

That's What Brothers Are For

Summary: Donnie's a little stuck with this project, but thankfully, Leo is always willing to help out.

Author's note: Thank you for the prompt anon! You know I'm the biggest sucker for lee!Donnie, this was so much fun to create! I hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: This fic contains tickling, proceed with that knowledge however you see fit!

Word count: 1,149

55. "Whoa! I didn’t expect that much of a reaction."

"I mean, I still don't think it matters at the end of the day," Leo said, swinging his legs over the edge of the counter he sat on.

Donnie hummed to show that he was listening, at least a bit. He had been working on the web-shooting oozesquito catcher for longer than he wanted to admit. Working with Big Mama's webs had proven to be trickier than he expected, but the device was coming along. It had previous issues with the occasional misfire, but Donnie's most recent adjustment should have fixed that. In fact, now it was exactly how he envisioned it.

"Unbelievable. It's like you're not even listening to me," Leo said suddenly, as Donnie observed his invention with bated breath.

"I think I... I think I got it! It was about time—"

Thwip. A web shot unprompted from the device and hit Donnie's left hand, securing his wrist to the table. He slammed his free hand on the table with a frustrated groan.

Leo snickered behind his fist, sliding off of the counter to aid his brother. "Relax, maybe you should take a break? You'll get it to work."

"Not if it traps us instead of the oozesquitoes," Donnie deadpanned, tugging his webbed hand uselessly. Even though he didn't stomp his feet and huff whenever his tech didn't work properly these days, Leo could see the frustration and disappointment climbing.

Leo jostled the device, which shot another web that whizzed past Donnie's head before splatting against the wall.

"Leon! Don't touch anything, just—leave it alone!" Donnie said. He dropped his head down onto the cold table, breathing through the desire to set his entire lab on fire.

Leo laughed, clutching his sides and wiping tears of mirth from his eyes, much to Donnie's dismay. "Okay, okahay, let me help you..."

Donnie waited for Leo's "help" that never came. He picked his head up inquisitively, seeing a mischievous smirk on Leo's face. Donnie pulled again at his webbed hand, backing away in his spinny chair anxiously. "L-Leo?"

"I mean, come on, Don! It's just too easy," Leo said, gesturing to Donnie's current position. "Besides, you're so frustrated with your invention, I think you could use a little break."

"Don't you dare, Nardo," Donnie said, giggles bubbling up as he tried to inch his spinny chair farther away from his twin looming over him.

Leo sucked in a long breath through his teeth and held his hands up defensively. "Sorry DonTon, my hands are tied, I mean... you see why I have to, right?" He dragged his fingers over the sides of Donnie's shell, not sounding quite as apologetic as he claimed to be.

Donnie's giggles burst forward and he tried to twist away from the offending hands, but his trapped hand offered little leeway. "N-Noho yohohou dohon't, Leohoho!"

Leo smirked at his brother's predicament, bringing his hands up to poke at Donnie's neck. The giggles died down a bit, but the genius still flinched at every prod. "You're just sooo ticklish, DonTon, it's really your own fault."

"Thahahat doesn't—AHhahaha!"

Leo cut him off with a few well-placed squeezes to the thighs, and it took everything Donnie had in him not to scream. His knees hit the underside of the table before he slid out of his chair and onto the ground in a futile attempt to escape Leo's attack. However, his left hand still stayed secured to the table.

"Oh perfect! Thanks DonTon, this makes things much easier," Leo said, wiggling his fingers into Donnie's exposed underarm. And good Galileo, did that tickle so much.

"N-Nahahardo!" His brain short-circuited from the overwhelming tickly sensations. All he could do was laugh and frantically flail his free arm, which did manage to land a few hits to Leo's face.

"Do you feel less stressed, brother?" Leo asked innocently while he dodged Donnie's flying arm.

"Pff—yehehehes, fihihine!"

Leo stopped his attack, laughing alongside his giggly twin. "Okay, ohohokay, I'm done! I just couldn't stand to see you so grumpy."

Donnie breathed through the residual giggles as the gears in his brain started turning properly again. He punched Leo's shoulder with a halfhearted glare. "N-Noho, not grumpy, just working. When your insufferable brother interrupts your important project, you'll understand."

"I'll let you know if he does, but he's still stuck to a table right now," Leo said, punctuating his sentence by flipping Donnie's goggles over his eyes.

Donnie flipped the goggles back up with a huff. "If you don't mind, I was in the middle of something."

"Lemme help you."

"Nardo," Donnie said in a warning tone when Leo reached for his trapped wrist.

"Relax, I'm not gonna tickle you, I'm just gonna un-stick you—"

"Stop! You... You're going to anyways!"

"Oh, so you mean to tell me your arms are ticklish too?"

Donnie groaned, rubbing his temple with his free hand. "It doesn't matter, just—"

"Dude, is there anywhere that you aren't ticklish?"

"Never mind!" Donnie scowled as Leo burst into uncontrollable laughter yet again. He waited for his twin to calm down before he tried to continue. "Look, you don't have to—"

"Allow me, hermano," Leo said suddenly, grabbing Donnie's forearm and trying to worm his fingers between where the webs met Donnie's skin.

The reaction was instant: Donnie's head dropped back and his free hand flew to his mouth, holding back an avalanche of frantic giggles. His feet drummed against the floor in an effort to release some of the ticklish energy that was building up.

"Whoa!" Leo said, pulling the web off of Donnie's arm slowly, "I didn’t expect that much of a reaction!"

Donnie wanted to say something snarky in return, but he couldn't trust himself not to succumb to the giggles if he opened his mouth at all. Leo's fingers traced all over his forearm (seemingly aimlessly at times) only briefly interrupted when he moved to pull webs from Donnie's hand.

"Hang on, stop moving," Leo said, freeing Donnie's hand with one last quick tickle to his palm, earning a gasp from his twin.

Donnie wasted no time rubbing away the tingling sensation on his arm. He glared at his brother, but the small smile pulling at his mouth betrayed him. He punched Leo's shoulder again with his newly-freed hand. "This is why you're not allowed in my lab," he said flatly.

Leo flipped the goggles once more as he got up to leave. "You're the one who lets me in every time."

Donnie fixed his goggles and rubbed his wrist, easing the queasy feeling from the web touching his skin. "I would have gotten it myself."

"Sure you would've," Leo called back on his way out of the lab.

Donnie rolled his eyes and got back to the task at hand. Though he would never say it out loud, Leo's idea of taking a break was a good idea. Probably Leo's first good idea ever.

#my writing #sfw tickle fic #sfw tickling community #rottmnt tickle fic #ticklish!donnie #i loved writing this #i'm so sick right now but i hope you all enjoy this #sorry in advance for any possible errors #sick alfi triumphs over editor alfi unfortunately

[takeachillpillshawty]

Here's some clearer sprites of Ianno.

Bonus:

(Turn Landscape to get a better view)

Some stuff with Ianno has changed some info will stay the same.

Ianno can be pronounced as Ayano or e-an-o.

Ianno was originally in Savannah claw but transferred to Scarabia due to some disagreements he had with Leona, but stays close friends with Ruggie.

Ianno is vegan, and prefers to eat salads and such.

He likes to pull off pranks on other dorm mates he doesn't like, ( it's actually the reason he got kicked out of- I mean transferred out of Savannah claw.)

Ianno has a strange friendship with Deuce.

His natural hair colour is red with blue highlights but dyed it black because he (was in his goth phase.) didn't want to draw too much attention to himself.

Ianno doesn't have his long hair anymore, sorry y'all.

And I debated this so many times, but Ianno is no longer a bird beast man but a regular human. And I also ditched the earrings...

High school Ianno was way different from Ianno now, he...looked like a nerd. No seriously, he had glasses and braces; always flamboyant and bubbly. he liked all things nerdy like anime, videogames, dnd.... But he was bullied by his peers. So when entering NRC he changed his looks and personality to one that didn't attract attention.

But deep down Ianno is still a flamboyant nerd at heart, he would act all cold and distant but once you get to know him personally it's like he's a different person.

He hates Kalim because he reminds him of his high school self, he still cringes to this day.

Hates over used jokes and prefer puns like the gentleman he is.

He loves Niege Le Blanc, and Vil due to Rook's influence. He low-key came to NRC because he wanted to meet Vil, he didn't want to transfer to Pomefiore after leaving Savannah claw because he'd be the laughing stock of the dorm...so he chose Scarabia.

Ianno is childhood friends of Ruggie and Rook, he sees Room as an older brother though... And practically begged them not to tell anyone about his high school self.

He and Sebek have this strange rivalry.

Plot relevance:

Book 2:

Ianno is mentioned briefly by Ruggie and Jamil in book 2, with Jamil saying " If I didn't know any better I'd think Ianno was behind this " when talking to prefect and the others, and with Ruggie talking about pinning the blame on him.

Book 3:

Ianno was one of the many people in Azul's dept and where he makes his first appearance in the game. He doesn't play much of a huge roll but help's prefect and the others out, as he and Leona distract Azul as they get the painting.

Book 4:

This is where Ianno play a major roll in this book. He was actually working with Jamil to over throw Kalim, because he was promised the position of vice housewarden when Jamil took over.

When Jamil and Ianno were busted Ianno didn't expect Jamil to overblot, the next he was flinged across the dorm's dimension with the others. When he was ( threatened with a torturous death) asked nicely by Jade and Floyd what the hell was going on his cold calculating persona dropped and starting crying.

He explained that the reason he helped Jamil is because he wanted to be seen as someone useful, someone reliable and didn't know Jamil would go that far to actually kill someone let alone overblot. The others realize that Ianno was also a pawn in Jamil's manipulation just like everyone else.

Ianno wanted to make it up to them and helped them out.

After defeating Jamil and relaxing Ianno apologized profusely, it looks like the cold and calculating Ianno was just a front... In reality he was just a kid trying to fit in but helped by the wrong influence.

Book 5:

Like Jamil, Ianno's reputation was tarnished. I mean, he did help Jamil almost over throw Kalim.

Ianno's cold calculating persona is still there but it would be dropped once in a while when someone would bring up his favorite topics, he would have a sudden burst of energy but quickly mask it as if nothing happens. For example when that commercial of Neige was on Ianno was visibly excited to watch it.

When staying at Ramshackle, he would have a moment with prefect apologizing about the events of book 4, and basically giving them his backstory. He was bullied and seen as a nobody by his peers, and wanted to be somebody; he changed for the people around him and not for himself... being someone who he can't be...who he wasn't.

"My greatest ability is to be anyone who I want to be....but why can't I be myself?"

His own self doubt and esteem caused him to make some bad decisions,( like helping Jamil) afraid to be left out or abandoned by others for not being what they want him to be... but he thanks prefect for helping him on the right track.... He gave them a small hug and went back inside the dorm.

He wanted to join SDC to meet Vil (even thought he could've meet him anytime since they go to the same school.) And would go through the audition, And yeah he basically fanboyed when meeting Vil. He went up to him shaking his hand, crying and wanting him to sign everything he's own, but realizing he was in front of other people he quickly masked that up and apologized to Vil for his out burst.

When the day of the SDC arrived Ianno was self conscious about himself but was assured by Rook that he was doing great. When Vil overblotted we see the first time Ianno uses his unique magic "Mocking Bird" as he turned into Neige to distract Vil.

After dealing with that they finished their performance... And, the votes were in...and it was...Neige, obviously everyone was upset at Rook...(till this day Ianno would never admit he voted for Neige ) that's when Neige showed up and congratulated them, Rook and Ianno were crying when meeting him both fanboying over him.

Book 6:

Ianno was kidnapped with the overblots due to him showing sign of overblot. He mostly just with the overblots in the book, when STYX was in lock down and everyone separated in groups he went with Leona and Jamil while heading down the facility and fighting the titans they would all share stuff about them. Ianno confessed to Leona and Jamil that he wanted to join Pomefiore not Savannah claw or Scarabia, and he's debating to do it when they get back to NRC....

When everyone made it to tartarus to fight Idia and Ortho, Riddle got too close and passed out; he caught Riddle in time but passed out as well. Jamil and Azul carried Ianno and Riddle to safety.

When Ianno woke up he was tackled by Kalim with a hug saying how worried he was for him and Jamil, Ianno found that him and the others were back at school, but his hair was white as well as Riddle's and Vil was old. Malleus soon fixed it, but when turning Ianno's hair back into it's original state he actually removed the dye from his hair turning it back to it's natural hair colour. Malleus offered to change his hair back to it black colour but said, " N..No, I like it this way...it feels....feels like me. "

#twisted wonderland #Twst Ianno #Twisted wonderland Ianno #twisted wonderland original character #twst oc

[waywardwizzard]

River stared up at the ceiling of the shuttle, watching as bubbles of colour drifted past each other, throwing a beautiful rainbow onto the rusty metal.

She giggled when Orange and Turquoise bounced off each other with a soft popping noise. Blue and Purple chased each other around the outskirts of the group, Pink making gentle whooshing noises-

Something wasn't right.

She frowned and counted the bubbles.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8-

No.

No.

Frantically River counted and recounted, each time ending up with 8 instead of 9. What happened to the Green bubble?

A rush of noise made her flinch and scream, Yellow diamonds falling down, tearing into her skin, cuting, cutting, cutting deeper until she bled bright red (didn't look beter in red or blue, she had always been purple)

Seven, seven, lucky seven but why was Serenity seven if seven meant luck? Luck was fickle, good and bad in all ways but one, the only one that mattered (they weren't meant to be 7, why were they 7?)

"Why won't it stop?" she wanted to say but Yellow diamonds mixed with Green emeralds and Violet cried and drowned out her voice until nothing was left but air. Purple shrunk and disappeared and Blue cried too (simple blue, sad blue why would no one listen to you?) and where was Pink? Orange got bitter and turned red and Turquoise ran and burst and Red got redder and Orange-red (wrong wrong wrong- ) got Red and not Orange and everything fell apart because the rainbow, the beautiful rainbow (hope and love and the dawn of a new day and Serenity had been all of that and none of it) shattered and died, refracting into 9 different pieces neither of which could function (survive?) without the other 8 and wasn't that the problem?

A rainbow wasn't a rainbow without all of it's colours and a family wasn't a family without all of it's pieces-

Blue tears like sapphires rained down around her, gentle, loving, alive blue turning grey, grey, grey-

River woke up with a scream that echoed through Serenity, startling 8 heartbeats that were so intertwined with her own that she couldn't tell whose was whose anymore.

Glancing up at the rusty metal ceiling of the shuttle River saw 9 bubbles gently floating and flitting between each other, all of them throwing their own colour onto the wall, creating a beautiful rainbow.

She smiled and closed her eyes, letting her family's voices wash over her as she drifted off, the bubbles quietly following her into her dreams.

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Author's note-

I am insanely proud of this one for some or other reason. I hope I wrote River ok-ish and that her ramblimgs sort of make sense (if they don't or something doesn't make sense, please let me know and I'll try and explain it)

Also, can y'all sort of tell which colour is which crew member? Let me know who you think each colour matches with.

(Am I making sense? I'm sorry if I'm not I'm so tired)

Set pre-BDM

#firefly #serenity #browncoats #space western #browncoats unite #firefly fanfiction #sci fi #malcolm reynolds #simon tam #river tam #zoe washburne #hoban washburne #inara serra #shepherd book #jayne cobb #kaylee frye #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday8 #tw: slight mentions of blood #tw: hallucinations #angst #browncoat for life #whump #“why won't it stop?” #colors of firefly

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Don't hold back

I'm starting to feel a bit better now and decided to work on the other prompt 🕷 anon sent me, so if you're reading this, I just wanna say tysm again for feeding my lee Todoroki brainrot lol.

Also I haven't actually watched the full ova besides the few clips around here so sorry if this isn't so accurate.

This is also my first time writing Bakugo soo uh yeah aishajshjahs

Hope y'all enjoy~

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Todoroki x Bakugo x Midoriya (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Todoroki

Lers: Bakugo, Midoriya

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was a lazy day, the trio were currently at their student dorms lounging on the living room. The topic of conversation being the Mr. Smiley incident.

"That quirk was very difficult to deal with. I couldn't hold back my laugh at all" Deku reminiscened the times he was hit with Mr. Smiley's quirk, he couldn't help but cringe at the thought and wrapped his arms around his torso.

"Haha! Yeah, you looked ridiculous".

But Kacchan, you were also affected by his quirk...".

Bakugo instantly looked at the greennette with a scowl on his face, small sparks starting to form on his hand. Ready to blow up the damn nerd- I mean Izuku at any moment. Suddenly, they were both interrupted by the half n half. "It wasn't that hard for me to hold back my laugh".

The other two looked at him dumbfounded for a moment before Izuku spoke up "Oh that's right, I don't remember hearing you laugh much. I don't think I've ever heard you laugh out loud".

Hearing the greennette's comment, a mischevious idea sparked up in Katsuki's mind. A gremlin like smirk making it's way onto his lips. Without saying anything, he swiftly hooked his arms under Todoroki's.

"B-Bakugo, what are you doing?" asked the icy hot with slightly widened eyes. He squirmed a bit in the other's grasp.

"Since it's oh so easy to hold back your laugh, I'm sure you can handle this. Get him Deku!".

"B-but Kacchan-" Izuku tried to interject but was soon interrupted.

"If you don't do it then you'll be next!" threatened the explosive boy. Izuku's cheeks instantly flushed at the comment. He let out a sigh of defeat "F-fine! Sorry Todoroki...".

"Sorry for- MPH!!" Shoto's body instantly jolted when he felt the broccoli head place his hands on his sides, his fingers softly wiggling away at the tickle spot.

Todoroki bit the inside of his cheek out of reflexe, the only thing you could hear were his squeaky, muffled giggles.

"Oi Deku, you're doing it wrong! You have to dig in like this~!" Bakugo then dug his fingers a bit harshly into Todoroki's ribcage.

"PFFT-! AHAHAHAHAHA! B-BAKUGO NAHAHA!" poor Shoto bursted out into uncontrollable laughter. His face fully flushed as he squeezed his eyes shut. The widest smile plastered on his face. The other two couldn't help but to stop and look at him in awe. "Ahaha...! W-what are yohou guys staharing ahat?!" asked Shoto as he looked up at the other two, with bubbly aftermath giggles spilling out of him.

"N-nothing you icy hot!" yelled out Bakugo with a very soft blushing forming across his cheeks as he scribbled away under Todoroki's arms.

"GYA! AHAHAHAHA! N-NAHAT THEHEHERE!" Shoto let out an uncharacteristic squeal at the sudden tickles. He threw his head back against Katsuki's shoulder as he laughed himself silly.

"Not so tough now~" teased the blonde as he kept tickling away. Seeming as they were both having a lot of fun, Izuku decided to join in once again and playfully poked and scribbled away at the taller one's tummy.

"AHH! M-MIDORIYA NAHAHAHA!" Todoroki screeched in laughter at the twenty tickly fingers across his torso. The other two couldn't help but laugh along with him, it was nice seeing their usual stoic friend letting loose and having a good laugh. It was safe to say that the three of them had a lot of fun that day.

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Something I find funny about Todoroki is how he asserts his friendship onto Bakugo even tho the other keeps denying it. Idk I just like their dynamic lol

#mha #bnha #tickle #mha tickle #bnha tickle #tickle fic #fic #mha tickle fic #bnha tickle fic #izuku midoriya #shoto todoroki #katsuki bakugo #lee!todoroki #ler!bakugo #ler!midoriya