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#this is so dumb but ill just be crushed if i have to hear this again like
oneshlut · 5 months
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SORRY! i originally asked on the wrong post! My bad!
Hello!!!! I have no idea if this is the right post for requests, but i reqd your overjoyed headcanon and absolutely adored it! I love your writing style already! I originally had two requests, but for now ill go with one, with the Amazing Didgital cricus blowing up, i found favoritizim in the mean purple rabbit, i was wondering for some Jax crush headcanons? I loved your other one, and if its no trouble, id love to read it! Have a lovely day/night!!
A/N: omgomg!! it warms my heart hearing that people are enjoying my writing! thank you so much for the request, i hope you don't mind that i sprinkled in some confessing headcanons in there.. enjoyenjoy!!
Input Feelings (Jax x Reader) [Headcanons]
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Summary: General Jax crushing and confessing headcanons
Nothing irritates Jax more than someone new. Sure, a new fella to add to the prank list, and yet, another re-do of the theme song. So seeing you spawn into existence, scrambling around fearfully, made him feel both amused and annoyed. Let's just say he started out with mixed feelings for you. Mind you, these are just judgements. He hasn't even met you yet. Rude, I know, but it's Jax.
Meeting you went way better than he thought! You actually didn't find him annoying? That was a change of pace for him. Of course, not like he minded. Not at all! Looks like he'll have a new sucker to prank after all.
Although Jax was amused by you, you sure weren't. Not on the second day, at least. You had been talking with him earlier that day, and he wouldn't shut up about insects. Weird, you'd think of all people to be ranting about insects, it would be Kinger. Until later that night, or at least you thought it was night, you opened your door to find spiders in your bed.
And thus, you became Jax's main target for pranking! Hooray..! Yes, you liked his company--he was actually pretty fun to be around! But, uh, you prefer your outfit to not be soaked from a water bucket by the end of the day.
You two became frenemies. Sometimes, days went by where he wouldn't prank you. Shocking, I know. Jax just didn't wanna be too harsh on you, y'know? Which is weird, because Jax doesn't go easy on folks very often.
On days where he wouldn't prank you, you would sometimes receive notes from him. It was a good spirit lifter to go to your room at the end of a long adventure and see the corniest dad joke ever written on a piece of notepaper with crayon writing, sitting there on your bedside table. And on good days, you'd even write notes back for him!
One day, Jax gets either asked or teased about how he's so fond with you, and so rude to everyone else. He either makes some dumb excuse or tries to raise suspicion on the person asking, like the asshole he is, but it gets him thinking. He doesn't like to think. He's a man of action. But you were a.. different scenario.
Before, he was this complete asshole. And that's it, really. But you did something to him, something that he had no idea what to do with. Caine's gotta be messing with his coding, right? Maybe he input feeings in his code just to be mean. But being mean was his thing! God, what have you done to him..?
You, at the time, had no idea you were stripping away all of his confidence. As far as you knew, he has just been a bit nicer recently. Which was good! Right? Right. The notes would've been obvious proof he was getting better. Well, first, he was sending more notes rather than.. bugs.. but second, the notes started getting nicer and nicer. Some were just straight up compliments. That's when you noticed something was off. Jax never complimented anyone. Though, you didn't mind some of the compliments...
It's not like Jax has never been in love. He knows he had some sort of love life when he was in the real world, but he was left with just wisps of what it actually felt like to love someone. To care for someone. Though, now, he's finally able to remember.
You noticed how his teasing significantly decreased the more you spent time with him. You kinda missed it, but you're not one to complain.
Jax, on the other hand, was on edge all the time around you. He hated that you washed away his confidence facade, he hated how soft he was around you, how vulnerable. But that smug smirk wasn't gone just yet. He had one more "prank" to pull.
Ha, he wishes it was a prank. It really wasn't. This was actually the most serious he's ever been. He stared at the crudely drawn purple heart on a piece of scratch paper, only now doubting everything he's ever done as butterflies arose in his digital stomach. Standing outside your door, he suddenly felt all the nerves coming back to him he never thought he'd have to feel again. Jax swallowed down his nerves, but still couldn't hide the flush look on his face--or the fact that his pretend-guts were being tied into a bow.
Inside the small homemade card was an admittance to something he never thought he had to admit. Something he'd rather admit in person. Instead, since every inch of his confidence was gone at this point, he confessed in horrible handwriting, written with crayola twistables.
Jax took one final breath before sliding the heart under your door.
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x0x0josephinex0x0 · 5 months
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little wonders | wonwoo
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genre: childhood bsf!wonwoo x reader, game developer!wonwoo, all fluff, a day in the park in autumn, comfort <3 warnings: reader is not in a great place mentally, but no explicit mental illness is named. skinniness is brought up, disordered eating is mentioned, childhood bike crash & stitches mentioned, gendered terms used (woman), dresses and makeup mentioned, jeonghan makes an appearance, reader mentions church once, lmk if i'm missing anything
You plunk out a single, despondent note on the piano, and look glumly around the empty room in your brand new apartment - empty but for the terribly out-of-tune piano the last owner left behind for you after hearing you were musically inclined. The off-key note hangs in the air like the melancholy loneliness that was your seemingly constant companion these past few days. You can’t even muster up the energy to sigh.
This is not what you had expected when you had decided to follow your dreams. You were finally here -- in New York City, the place where you had always wanted to live, working in your dream career. And yet, although this was a change you had desperately wanted to make for yourself, you felt drained, alone, and empty. Plus, there was the crushing worry that always accompanied guilt. After all, you couldn’t help but remember all the friends and family members, some of whom relied on you, whom you had left behind. All for this -- to sit in your sad, empty apartment, alone on weekends. From where you sit on this raggedy piano bench, it looks embarrassingly foolish. 
Your phone buzzes. It’s your mother. You stare at her name on the screen, debating silently. If you don’t answer, she’ll be worried. If you do, she’ll also be worried. There really isn’t any way to win. You choose the third option, texting her as your phone continues to ring: “Sorry, I’m busy right now and can’t talk! I’ll call you later.”
She texts back after the call goes to voicemail. “Ok, just wanted to make sure you’re alright!”
“I’m alright,” you reply, “Just getting settled in. I love you!”
That ought to hold her off for a couple hours, you say, stretching. Tired, you lay your arms on the piano keys and then let your head fall, your eyelids fluttering closed. 
You are abruptly awakened at the sound of a knock at your door. Thinking of all the horror stories that start this way, you creep forward and look through the peephole. Standing at your door is a tall, good-looking man wearing glasses and a black baseball cap. It’s Wonwoo, your childhood best friend and now new neighbor, who made the move to the city a few years before you had and lived two floors above you. 
You curse under your breath. You’re in a raggedy tank top and pajama bottoms, and quite aside from Wonwoo being the most attractive person you know, he knows you well enough to know that if you’re dressed like this, it probably means that you’re not doing well. 
He knocks again, and calls out to you, just as you debate leaving him to rot on your doorstep. “I know you’re in there,” he says, and there’s a laugh in his voice. 
Frustrated, you crack the door open just a tad, so that all he can see is your face. “Hi,” he says, and the way he beams when he sees you is almost enough to dispel the melancholy. “It’s been awhile.”
It really has. Wonwoo had been out of town on a business trip when you’d moved in a month ago, and had only yesterday returned from some distant town. You hadn’t seen him in person since he’d moved to the city two years ago, although you had spoken frequently and had partially made the move because of him. “Hi,” you say back, trying to sound normal, but sounding dumb even to yourself. 
He shoots you a quizzical look. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” you hedge. “You look good.”
“Thanks,” he says, still looking at you suspiciously. “Can I come in, or are you naked in there?”
You glower at him, and then step from behind the door so he can see your outfit. “Not naked. I don’t really have anything for you to sit in, though.”
“Well, that’s okay,” he says, stepping across the threshold. “I don’t need to sit.” He walks into your empty living room, turning around, a sad half-smile on your face. “Your mom called me,” he tells you.
“She what?” you ask him.
“She’s worried about you,” he says, moving over to the empty mantle. It’s covered in dust, and you blush with embarrassment. “Honestly, I’m a little worried too.” 
Your eyes fill with tears. You had anticipated a large, loud, warm housewarming party with new friends from work and church and other social events, but no one had ever even been inside your apartment but you. All at once, you feel empty and lonely and nearly invisible, and the feeling overwhelms you. You wait till Wonwoo’s back is turned before breaking down completely.
He notices right away anyway. “Hey,” he says, his tone gentle, and he crosses the room in two strides to pull you into his arms.
It’s been a long time since anyone hugged you, and the last hug you’d given Wonwoo was awkward, observed by both of your parents, who had long wanted something to happen between you two. You were surprised at how much he’d seemed to grow in the two years he’d been absent from your life -- you remembered hugging him had felt bony and uncomfortable because of how skinny he'd been as a teen, but now, cradled in his arms, you felt the muscle beneath his shirt and jacket. It was comforting and warm here, like a piece of home you desperately need, and you let the tears flow freely, watching as they hit the red pattern on his jacket. 
Your shock continues when, as you sob into Wonwoo’s chest, you feel his hand on the back of your head, offering gentle strokes of your hair. The Wonwoo who’d left you for New York had been the kind of person who was awkward with physical touch. He had rarely hugged you -- not even when you’d graduated high school together, not at your last performance that he’d come to see. This new affection from him is both confusing and vital for you. You breathe him in, needing this closeness more than you need air, letting him hold you until the tears stop. 
When they finally do, he pulls back to look at you. “What’s going on?” he asks, brushing the wet stickiness of your tears off your face with the back of his jacket. 
“I think I bit off more than I can chew,” you tell him, still sniffling. “Was it hard for you, when you first moved away?”
He thinks for a minute. “I don’t think I ever cried this much,” he admits, still stroking the back of your head. “But I also don’t think I’m naturally that social. I think you’ve been alone here for far too long.”
You nod in agreement. He tucks you into his chest again, swaying back and forth soothingly. “Why haven’t you had anyone over?” he asks. “It’s hard for me to imagine you haven’t made any new friends here.”
“I really haven’t,” you admit, and the guilt washes over you again. Tears choke your voice. “All I do is go to work, and then I come home to this. I can’t invite people over to a place where there’s no furniture, and I don’t even have anyone to help me move it in.”
“You have me,” he reminds you. 
“Now,” you tell him. “You were gone.”
He sighs. “Well, I’m not going anywhere far for a good long while,” he tells you, giving you a little squeeze. 
There is a brief pause in the conversation before he continues. “I think you haven’t bought new furniture because you’re thinking of leaving. Am I right?”
You are once again shocked. “How did you know?”
He chuckles. “I didn’t have furniture for a week after I moved here.”
“Really?” you ask, pulling away to look at him. “I thought it wasn’t as hard for you.”
“No, I just didn’t cry as much,” he says, still grinning. ��I struggled plenty for a week or so.”
“It’s been a month,” you remind him, starting to feel panicky again. “I’ve been here a month, and things haven’t gotten better.”
His eyes are kind. “Everyone moves at their own pace,” he says gently.
You shake your head. “I wanted to move here so bad,” you say bitterly. “I thought I was finally going to live the life I always dreamed about. And I’m just miserable.” You hate how your voice shakes, and how the tears begin to well up in your eyes again. “I think there’s something wrong with me,” you whisper to him, the worry in your voice evident.
He smiles at you. “What you’re feeling right now is very normal. Whenever anyone makes a big change like this, it takes time to adjust.” 
His eyes suddenly light up. “Go change. Wear something warm,” he says. “It’s a bit chilly. We’re going out.”
“But --” you start to protest, but he lightly shoves you toward your bedroom door. 
“Go,” he says, exasperated but laughing. “I promise you it’ll be good for you.”
You reluctantly change into a sweater and jeans, throwing a puff-top beanie on top of your mess of hair. Tumbling out of your room and putting on your favorite pair of boots, you face him. “Okay, I’ll play along,” you say, a little breathless. “Where are we going?”
“I’m going to show you,” he says, grabbing your hand and running out the door so fast you barely have time to lock it.
It’s no time before you’re in the brisk fall air, the sun spotty between clouds, the chill nipping your nose. You struggle to keep up with Wonwoo, whose energetic pace is not like him. Normally quiet and reserved, you had normally been the one dragging him out on adventures. He must be very excited, you reason to yourself, and you can’t help but smile. The thought makes you feel warm.
The first place you stop is at a meatball sandwich restaurant. “This is the best meatball sandwich in the world,” Wonwoo says, accepting the foil-wrapped meal with a thank you to the tubby gentleman who hands it to him. “Try it.”
You do — and an explosion of flavors hit your mouth. You look at Wonwoo with wide eyes, and he grins at you. “You were right,” you say, taking another bite and handing him the other half of the sandwich. The depression of the past month had guaranteed that you did not eat much, because making food was so overwhelming and hard. But this reminder of how food could taste brought you some hope that your energy would return. You try not to cry as you look down at the sandwich, and Wonwoo takes you by the hand to guide you to the next place.
“This city is home to some of the best food in the world,” Wonwoo reminds you as you walk hand in hand. “It’s pretty crazy that we live two blocks from that sandwich.” He then looks at you, and you can see the awkward teenager he used to be shining out from his eyes. “If you ever…well, if you ever don’t feel like eating again, you can let me know. I’ll take any excuse to go back to one of my favorite places. I can even grab it to go and bring it to you if you can’t go out.”
You don’t know how to respond to this thoughtfulness, so you just take another bite. You have suddenly become very aware of his hand in yours, his fingers intertwined with your own like you used to do as kids, and you’re glad that it’s chilly so that he can’t differentiate from the sting of the cool air and the blush that has stolen up your cheeks.
You stop at Central Park. It’s beautiful on this gloomy day — the fall colors are popping against the cloudy sky, and the occasional bursts of sun seem to set the world on fire around you. Wonwoo points at bluebirds that flit around the branches of the trees, making you laugh as he tries to imitate the sound they make in the morning. “Do you remember Mr. Scarecrow?” you ask him suddenly, remembering in elementary school when Wonwoo used to walk in a whacky, limp stride at your request. 
He smiles. “Of course,” he says, letting go of your hand to lurch around on the empty path. 
You giggle. “We were weird kids,” you admit. “What was that about?”
He looks at you, his smile softening with nostalgia. “It’s not that strange,” he says. “I just loved hearing you laugh.” This revelation hits you right in the heart, and it thumps hard. You have to take a deep breath to calm yourself. After the numbness of the last month, any feeling is foreign, but it is especially odd to be feeling this with - and about - Wonwoo. Wonwoo, who you’ve known since before you could read. Wonwoo, who was at every performance and event, whose parents set you up on play dates, who dated girls in high school and watched you date boys, who knows you better than almost anyone, and with whom it now feels like absolutely no time has passed, even though it’s been years. You are amazed, thinking of how quickly you’d adjusted to having him in your life, and how comfortably he fit there. It feels like a line is being crossed, and you can’t tell what exactly waits on the other side of it.
When he comes back to stand next to you, he doesn’t take your hand again, and you are strangely hollow at the thought that maybe he really was just showing you around — maybe the frantic beating of your heart against your chest was nothing close to how his own heart felt with you. You try not to be crushed at this idea. To occupy your hands, you shove them in your pockets, striding alongside Wonwoo as he tells animated stories about his life in New York and his job as a game developer, and even despite yourself, you find yourself grinning.
Suddenly, Wonwoo gets a call. He checks his phone and his eyes get wide. “Hey, Jeonghan,” he says in answer, giving you a significant look. “You know that girl I was telling you about? I’m with her right now.”
You shoot him a quizzical look. He grins, half-listening to his friend on the other end. “Oh?” He says, nodding. “Yeah, I think we could stop by for a few minutes tonight.”
You point at yourself in disbelief. As Wonwoo hangs up, you ask, “what was that about?”
“My boss wants to meet you. He’s really cool. I told him we’d come by his party tonight if you were okay with it.”
Your stomach turns over. “I don’t know,” you say. 
“I thought you might say that,” he says, and throws his arm around your shoulder. “But we have awhile until then. We could go home and get ready right now, and still have some time to chill beforehand.”
The way he says it — like he plans on being there with you the whole time — comforts you. “You’ll never make friends here if you don’t find courage to try to meet people,” Wonwoo says, rubbing your shoulders gently. “I know it’s hard sometimes, but these people have heard about you. And they’re really good people.” 
You feel warm inside. “What did you tell them about me?” you ask him. 
“Just that you’re my best friend and I was really excited for you to move here,” he says, not meeting your eyes. 
You can tell there are things he’s not telling you, but you decide not to pressure him. “Okay,” you agree. “Let’s go then.” 
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Three hours later, you’re standing in your living room, your hair done and wearing an acceptable amount of makeup, in a little black dress Wonwoo picked out for you. “Are you sure this is okay?” you ask him as he emerges from your bathroom, wearing a white button-down and black pants. 
You find yourselves staring at each other. “Wow,” you say in unison. He looks stunning, and he simultaneously looks stunned. “I forgot how well you clean up,” you say first. 
“You look beautiful,” he says, his eyes wide as he examines you. 
You blush. “Thanks.” He doesn’t move, just looks at you, still taking you in. You grin. “If we don’t go now, we’ll probably be late.”
He seems to shake himself into reality. “Right,” he says, grabbing your hand, and you lock your apartment door on your way out.
He holds your hand all the way down the stairs, helps you into the cab, and looks at you with a small smile as it pulls away. “How are you feeling?”
“Okay,” you say honestly. It feels good to be going somewhere dressed up, and you find that your anxiety is greatly calmed by how peaceful Wonwoo seems. You examine him in the lights from passing cars and billboards as the taxi crawls through New York traffic. “You seem happier,” you tell him. 
He nods, looking out the window. “I am,” he says simply.
“I’m glad,” you say.
He takes your hand again. “Me too,” he says, interlocking your fingers. 
The cab lets you out near a huge skyscraper. Wonwoo opens the door for you, helping you out of the car and keeping hold of your hand as you approach the doorman. “Hi, John,” Wonwoo says. “We’re just here for Jeonghan’s thing.”
The doorman smiles widely. “I’m glad you brought that girl you always talk about!” he exclaims, holding out a pudgy hand. “Good to finally meet you!”
“Thank you?” You say, a bit of a question in your voice, and you look at Wonwoo. He’s blushing deeply, but he looks happy to have introduced you to this guy. 
John lets you in, and you head to the elevator. Wonwoo hits the 15 button, and you turn to him as the doors close. “How much do you talk about me?” 
He smiles widely. “Enough,” he says. “Didn’t you talk about me while I was away?”
“Everyone I know already knows you,” you tell him, both flattered and embarrassed. “What have you been telling them about me?”
The elevator dings. Wonwoo smiles mysteriously, before grabbing your hand to lead you into the penthouse. 
It’s luxurious and decorated with tasteful, minimalist art. As you turn the corner, a group of people call greetings to you and Wonwoo, and he raises the hand you aren’t holding to wave. “Hi,” he says to his friends, a few of whom jog over to shake your hand. One of them, clearly the host of the party, looks you up and down before twirling you. 
“You’re even prettier than he said,” he says, winking at Wonwoo. “I’m Jeonghan.”
“Thanks,” you say, looking at Wonwoo hesitantly.
“We’ve heard a lot about you,” he says kindly, leading you over to the rest of the group. “We have so many questions for you.”
A tall, dark-haired boy in the corner calls out to you. “What was Wonwoo like as a child?”
“Shorter,” you say automatically, and the group laughs, including Wonwoo, who nods his agreement.
“I didn’t like to share my toys or other things,” he admits. “I’m still that way.”
“Is that why it took you so long to bring her to meet us?” someone asks, and everyone laughs.
He gives a small smile. “If I hadn’t been gone, that might have been part of it.” He grins at you. “The things I like the most are the hardest to share.”
You feel yourself flush red. “He wasn’t all that bad,” you say. “He was also very loyal and honest, even as a baby. Once an older kid shoved me down, and he didn’t know what to do, so he sat down next to me and cried with me. He’s still that way, too.”
“He did say you have a gift for seeing the good in people,” says Jeonghan, the teasing tone of voice clear. “Even if it’s hard.”
“It’s not that hard,” you say quickly, and Wonwoo beams.
You continue speaking with Wonwoo’s friends. They are kind, interested in you, and full of life and laughter. You feel at home — even though this is one of the nicest apartments you’ve ever been in, and these people began the evening as complete strangers to you. A piece of your heart seems to heal. 
Still, you are grateful when Wonwoo offers to show you the view from the balcony. After being isolated for a month, the company feels nice, but overwhelming. You sigh as the cool air hits your skin, and you drink in the sight of the city lights twinkling at you from below. 
“They’re not so bad,” you finally admit to Wonwoo, gesturing back at the group. 
“They like you, too,” he tells you, leaning against the railing of the balcony.
“Will you ever tell me what you told them about me?” you ask him softly.
His eyes are starry in the darkness. He pushes slowly off the railing of the balcony and takes a step toward you. “Sure,” he says, his voice casual, but his gaze is intense. “What I didn’t tell them is more interesting, though.”
“What didn’t you tell them?” you breathe, close enough that when you speak your breath moves his hair.
He grabs both your hands. “I didn’t tell them a lot. I didn’t tell them about the time we were learning to ride bikes together, and we crashed into each other so badly that you needed stitches, but you wouldn’t let your mom drive away without giving me bandaids and pain medicine. I think that was the first time I realized what kind of person you were. 
“I didn’t tell them how I spent all our lives trying to stay close to you without really understanding my reasons for it. How I got angry every time you dated a boy that wasn’t me, and they mistreated you. How I looked for you in the eyes of every short-lived relationship I had with anyone else. And how whenever I was less than compassionate to myself, it was you that helped me be gentler. I left out the part where you were the one who taught me what it meant to be loved.”
He steps closer again, and you are so close that your noses are almost touching. He brings a hand up to your chin, tilting it up. “And I also left off the part where you knew me better than anyone, and vice versa. I didn’t tell them that being around you is the happiest I ever am, even on your worst days, even when you worry about not being able to be fun or happy or excited for everyone else. That you left home to follow your dreams, but you feel guilty about those you love that you left behind. That you can become emotionally attached to anything, even the cracks on the sidewalk. How every little thing with you — even just a sandwich or a walk in the park — feels like something special to me, because you make it that way. That everywhere you go, you bring some kind of small magic with you.” He is gazing into your eyes now, begging you to see what he’s trying to tell you. “I didn’t tell them a lot.”
“What did you tell them, then?” you whisper.
He smiles at you, his eyes gentle and full of joy. “I told them they would finally get to meet the woman I love.”
You feel yourself beaming at him. His thumb caresses your cheek before he whispers to you, “I also don’t think I’ll tell them about what happens next.”
And with that, he leans down and presses his lips to yours. You throw your arms around his neck, smiling against his lips, and laugh when he starts to kiss your cheek and temples and nose and jawline. “You love me?” you ask him as he lifts your feet from the floor, still showering you in kisses.
“Of course I do,” he says. “I have for almost my whole life.”
“I love you too,” you say, cupping his cheek in your hand and kissing him back. 
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multiwreckedmess · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 9
Prompt: Stuck in Wall Pairing: CampusCrush!Wooyoung x fem!reader WC: 1.8k Summary: Instructions unclear, stuck in the new IKEA Bestå. This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Wooyoung or any Ateez member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. TW/CW Under the Cut!
TW/CW: just so fucking stupid. little bit of ass fixation, slight dry humping, protected sex, really fucking stupid
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 “I cannot believe I’m stuck in some cheesy porn script. Oh this sucks. Oh my god this sucks,” you yell.  The assembly instructions for your new television console clearly stated that it was a two person job and yet, you were stubborn and went ahead. Now, almost two hours later, you’ve somehow pretzel’d your way through one of the cubbies with no way out.  “Wooyoung help! Can you hear me, you moron, help! You’re going to go deaf if you keep listening to music that loud you little-SHIT,” a sharp slap to your ass interrupts your tirade. “WOOYOUNG!”  His witch cackle gives him away. Presumably somewhere behind you, your leg kicks blindly back.  “I dropped the screwdriver and now- it’s too heavy I’ll get squished if I knock it over,” you gesture at your predicament.  He cackles again. The cold snap of a camera shutter echoing in your mind.  “Did you just take a picture of my ass?” You practically scream. “Help me or the second I get out of this thing I’m going to end your entire short twink-y life you GREMLIN.”  Sighing, Wooyoung places his phone on the kitchen counter. Appraising what exactly had you helpless in front of him. “You can just go back the way you came?”  “No moron. If it was that easy I would've done it. Now can you please PLEASE pull me?”
 One hand bracing the frame of the console, the other holding your waist Wooyoung pulls. You don’t budge an inch. He huffs, blowing a tendril of hair up and away from his face. You bounce on your tippy toes with frustration, the fat of your ass jiggling alluringly. You don’t even know you’re doing it as he’s chubbing up inside of his sweats.  “Help me out on this would yah?” Wooyoung asks as he readjusts his arm placement. “I”m holding the shelf just focus on pulling back with me, three, two, one, GO!” Both of you tug down, your ass grinding into him, adjusting the height as you push back harder and harder. Still you stay trapped between plywood boards and what’s worse is you can feel him slowly hardening in his loungewear and you don’t hate it.
 You’d had a soft spot for Wooyoung, how could anyone not. Handsome with the right amount of self awareness and unique strange charm. In part you wanted to surprise him with the fully built furniture as a way of impressing him, showing him how sufficient you were, as if singlehandedly setting up the entire apartment would win his heart. Dumb, but crushes make you do dumb things.  “At least your ass looks great like this,” Wooyoung laughs, taking a handful of flesh in his grasp. “God, I never understood how people could be into those cheesy porn plots but… damn. Really is all out there, vulnerable and whatever.”  You stamp your feet, “Wooyoung it isn’t funny.” It wasn’t how you wanted to catch his attention but if it was working who were you to stop it. “What am I gonna do?”  Having had a fondle with one hand his other joins, grabbing the opposite cheek, massaging in large slow circles. “Maybe if you relax a bit,” he trails off. “Take advantage of the situation, meditate…or something.” As if hypnotized by his own languid touches, his hips drift forward to meet your butt. He rests there just leaning into you as blood rushes from his brain to his dick.
 You aren’t doing much better, practically melting in your pants from even this slightest of touches. It was ill advised to move in with him, but you thought that living together would kill the small flame you’d been carrying. Instead the spark had become a full kitchen fire and now it was spreading to the living room. Your head swimming with his suggestion to “take advantage” of your current predicament. “I’m not very good at meditating, could you help me relax?”  “You know, it’s really convenient that I’m home right now. Right when you’re building this. If I’d gone out you’d really be out of luck.” Wooyoung’s teeth catch his lower lip, fighting back a moan as you adjust yourself, ass rubbing against him in the process. “Here’s the problem. I also need help with something,” he pauses, leaning forward and pressing his bulge into you harder. “I think you know what with.”  “Mhm,” you nearly whine, lips pressed together hard, making a thin line across your strained face.  “It’s sort of your fault, if you think about it. So you should be the one to help me. Take responsibility and all.” He fully settles his clothed bulge between your cheeks, dragging them along his length.  “Yes, really, god yes.  It’s totally my fault,” you capitulate easily, voice tightening as need sinks heavily into your core. “However you want me to take it, I will. Responsibility I mean. Take responsibility. I can take it in whatever way.”
 Wooyoung is ready, just waiting for your word before he drops his waistband to his thighs, a small damp spot already formed in his underwear. Running the length of his shaft along the smooth spandex of your tights gives him goosebumps, a tremor of elation passing through his spine. Tentatively he presses the head into the stretched fabric, watching it dimple and pucker under his microthrusts.  “You can take it however I want you to?” His cheshire smile spread wide across his face, tinting his tone. “Even if it’s just this?”  “Mhm,” you desperately want more than just this. Fingers gripping the slats of wood as he jostles you. A short sad wheeze escapes through your nostrils. Despite your best efforts to tamp down your desire your body betrays you.  Wooyoung laughs again, a short outburst, hand coming down hard on your ass before wrapping you in a hug, as best he can. “You sound so distressed! How will you relax if this is all I give you?” Hand snaking south he presses on your mound, the wet squelch of soaked underwear against his fingers sends another shiver down his spine. “You really want me, don’t you?”  “Fuck Woo, yeah I do.”
 The response of your pussy to the telltale crinkle of foil is almost pavlovian, walls fluttering in anticipation of fullness. Feeling the warmth of Wooyoung’s palm on your lower back you can picture the packet between his lips, tearing it open with one hand, not wanting to be too far from you.  The console rocks as he roughly pulls your leggings just under your ass, just enough to give him access to what matters. Strings of your wetness cling and shine as his fingers slide along your slit.  “I was going to prep you but-” he wiggles two fingers in, your walls sucking him deeper. It’s enough to interrupt his train of thought, his persistent teasing. All he can think about is the comfort of your sex. How inviting it is, how ready you are, how much you must want it. “-fuck that’s hot.”  “Please Woo, please, hurry.” You beg. You don’t need to as he quickly replaces his fingers with his cock. Grabbing the frame of the furniture he pulls you back onto him in one smooth thrust. The fullness twists in your gut, knocking the breath from your lungs. “OH! Shit, you feel-why are you so big?” You sound almost offended as you moan, adjusting to the pressure.  “You don’t know that,” he kneads your lower back, rocking closer. “God I wish I could grab your tits. They’ve always looked so fucking delicious. Just sitting there, taunting me.”  “Grab them later fuck me now.” You groan, swirling your hips on him. The wood of the console keeps you from doing much more than rocking and twerking on him.  “Show me how much you want it.” He demands. “I know you can do it. You set all this up. Show me how much you need me to fuck you.”  Whining you arch your back, wiggling your hips side to side. It barely shifts him within you. He still doesn’t move to fuck you. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, you try humping back on him as best you can. Jaw slackening a dry hiccuped sob escapes you. “I’m stuck, you have to. You have to!”
 With a smirk he grabs your waist, tugging back on you to hold you in place. Leaning back and away he rolls his hips, the ridges of your walls dragging along his length. Driven by crazed lust, it isn’t enough to feel how you grip him, he needs to see it. Wooyoung holds the hem of his shirt between his teeth, watching how his abs flex as his bodyline rolls again, your lips tugging with the slow thrust of his cock.  “Woo,” you moan as he slowly fucks you. It’s nice to moan his name aloud for once instead of just in your head. “God damn it Woo. Ssooo good.”  “Hmph,” his response is muted by the cotton shirt. Speeding up little by little.  Your eyes glaze over, mind hazy. Getting fucked by your crush in the living room you shared. Nothing matters except for the insistent drag of his cock against your walls. His hips feel like magic, melting your tension with each stroke. Your leg shakes as your orgasm builds, the entire structure swaying.  Wooyoung’s hands migrate from you to the wood, gripping it and using it as leverage to pound into you harder than before. The ripple of your ass with each percussive slap of his hips has him hypnotized. Lost to the friction of your walls, he thrusts deliriously with abandon, uncaring of the precious nature of the situation. Chasing the delight of your punched out moans and groans.  Core contracting, air is forced from your lungs. The wave of pleasure crashes over you, every muscle bracing as it hits hard. At the same time the console creaks, your top half jolting free. A choked yelp escapes you, unable to warn Wooyoung. The structure crashes forward, fear clamping your walls tightly down on him.  “Shit!” He yelps, eyes wide he spills into the condom unceremoniously. “Fuck!” He continues a steady stream of swear words as he pulls from you, stumbling backwards as you crumple to your knees, panting.  “Can’t believe that worked-”  “I came,” Wooyoung sounds dejected, red and panting. “FUCK! I came so quick.”  Your eyes dart under the sofa, a glimmer of the a loose screw hiding underneath. Looking from Wooyoung to the screw you scoot and reach your arm towards the glimmer, instead grabbing the crossbar of the couch. “Uh…I hate to say it Woo but-”  His eyes twinkle, “you’re stuck? What a dummy, getting stuck twice. I’m going to start thinking you’re doing this on purpose.”
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I just love giving Wooyoung the most ridiculous of prompts. He’s fun to write for me.
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The Sticking Point 4
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, possible violence, illness, death, bullying, ableism, and other elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You are sent in the place of your ailing sister to marry a stranger. (Regency AU)
Character: Loki
Note: It's Friday. I'll probably try to chill. Work is wild yall.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me 💞
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There's a silence, weighed between three; Thor, Jane, and yourself. You feel is crushing you, resting across your chest, constricting your throat. You put your gloved fingertips on the table and rise.
"Pawdon," you cringe at your own voice, "I must see to my mother…"
Thor rises, Jane doesn't bother as she pats her stomach. You leave without further pretense. Your skirts ruffle around your slippers as you flee without true purpose.
It's an excuse. Your mother wouldn't want to see you, to be reminded of the burden she's left with. Your betrothed and his parents can hardly think better of the circumstance. Yet you loathe to think how it should be if this contract is declared null.
You enter the corridor and turn aimless towards the center of the house. Apart from the few rooms you've been shown into, you haven't much sense for the layout of the house. Loki never troubled to guide you and your mother kept herself cloistered up in her grief.
You shuffle forward. Perhaps a breath of fresh air or if you go so far as your chambers, you might hide in there. You proceed through to the drawing room and give pause. Low timbres in mid-hush, from behind a door not quite shut.
Your name escape the space between frame and clasp. You go no further, instead tiptoeing to hide behind a broad bookshelf, just between the hidden office and the entrance. You tamp down your breaths and listen, knowing you shouldn't, knowing you can only regret to hear the unbridled truth.
"...she can hardly speak a word…"
"Perhaps it is that you don't allow her too. You've always been one to do overly much speaking," Odin retorts, "Loki, have you considered her demureness may be a blessing? That the sort you are would do better with one who listens before they talk, eh? You could learn–"
"Father, she is not what I was promised."
"She holds the same bearing and she is not hideous. She's rather becoming, I think–"
"Oh yes, then why don't you have her? Have you tired of the maid already?"
"Careful, boy," Odin growls, "do not be so petulant. If you could restrain yourself you might realise what you've been given."
"A dumb mute–"
There's a strike of flesh on flesh. A grunt and a snarl, each from a different throat.
"She is to be your wife. Do not sow bitterness in the soil. You should pity that she must put up with an ingrate such as yourself. You are getting exactly as I promised, you will have your vineyard in Kyri, you will have an estate in tears when her father is regrettably gone… what else can I give you? Shall I cut my heart out?"
"If I refuse, I have Jade Park. It is mine by right."
"You haven't any right if you do not provide an heir to it," Odin rebuffs.
"She is not the only duke's daughter–"
"Of a dozen, I'm sure, but cruel as it is to say, they aren't all in queue for a second born."
"You needn't remind me. Thor has his pick, he may do as he pleases, and I get scraps!" Loki blusters, "fine, father, if only to rid myself of your mighty hand. I will marry and you will be gone from my estate. By my right!"
You press yourself to the wall and clamp your lips shut as Loki storms out. He has his hand on his cheek for a moment before tearing his fingers away. He does not look back as he crosses the chamber, stomping through the next doorway just as he sends a standing vase crashing to the floor with an angry swipe.
You stay stuck to the wall as you hear softer steps. It's too late to flee but the Grand Duke calls you out before you can think of it. Odin says your name just as he peeks around the bookcase.
"Apologies you had to witness my son's tantrum. At his age, you'd think he'd be past all that," he slants his lips tritely.
"Pawdon, yaw gwace, I didn't mean to intwude–"
"It mightn't have been your mission but along the way you did make the choice. I don't fault you that, curiosity is dangerous," he shakes his head, "I am ashamed, lady, to think my son is so stubborn and uncouth. It isn't how I've brought him up."
"It's… it's fine, yaw gwace, I know I am not… expected."
"Eh, none of us are, are we?" He tugs on his cravat with irritation, "what say you? Shall I show you the splendors of Jade Park as my sons steeps in his childishness?"
"Yaw gwace?"
"I presume you've not been given the proper look around. I admit my son is rightly jilted by me. I was rather reluctant to hand this over. It has ever been my most treasured property but even second sons need some value… and second daughters…" he offers his arm as he turns, "besides, it's been some years since a pretty young lady adorned my arm."
You look at his sleeve then his flinty hair. He does not censor himself but his truth is not mean. It is only just that. It is what is. You tuck your hand into the crook of his elbow and thank him softly.
"I should thank you, lady," he pats your hand, "I can appreciate someone who reveres silence."
He sets off, tugging you into step. You keep pace, comforted and for the first, at ease in this strange place. This place you must call home.
"We'll save the gardens, I've a little secret for you there."
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“I must return to be sure the banns are read at perish, as they will be here,” your mother points Doreen to her luggage chest with her fan, giving a silent order. “Oh, to think, I must attend my daughter’s grave in the same week I sit to hear the other engaged.”
You’re silent, patient. You know it’s better to let your mother ramble than to interrupt. If any one cared to hear it, you might admit you’re not dismayed to see her leave.
“Be sure you behave. Your father and I made an effort to keep you aware of etiquette. Do mind your manners,” she chides.
“Yes, motha.”
“Oh, and…” she gives you a tortured look, “try to choose your words carefully.”
You nod. You know her meaning clearly. Avoid those syllables that underline your detriment.
“Good, good. Your father is devastated about your sister, you see? I must away.”
“I understand.”
“It isn’t so difficult to be a wife,” she comes close and looks you in your face, “it is part of being a woman. Give him an heir, or two, and you’ll have the rest of your life to be happy. Duty first.”
She touches your arm, squeezing it before she spins to remind Doreen not to forget her chain of pearls left on the vanity. You tuck your chin down and bite your lip.
Duty. What if your husband doesn’t do his? What if he cannot? If he is so repulsed by you, you might not even have the chance to provide him an heir.
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As your mother departs, the Grand Duke and Duchess remain. The first son and Lady Jane take their leave as well, insisting on having the expectant wife home in case of a sudden labour. Even with a few additional guests, the house feels empty. You have only your novels and Doreen, and she is reticent company, a hard line drawn between you by status.
You tire of the pages. You’ve read them a dozen times at least. All of your books are well worn and near memorised. It’s easier to live in your head where you do not sound like a fool.
You approach the door and ponder without. You have a yearning to explore but a fear of what lays outside. You’ve never been much for social graces; you have neither tact nor eloquence. You tend to shy away and forget your posture.
You clutch the handle, battling your fear. You pull the door open, assured by the silence of the corridor, and emerge. You look right, then left, and turn to the former. You wander down to the door you recalled from your stroll with Odin.
The dark oak with the long vertical handles that spiraled at the top. You ease one open, edging quietly into the darkness within. You should’ve brought a candlestick but the windows allow enough light to limn the shelves and upholstered chairs around a single low table. 
You wade through the dull hue and stop before a shelf nearest the window, shifting a book to read the spine. Swift. You’ve not read anything by that author. You slide it loose and flip back the cover and flutter past the front page; A Tale of a Tub imprinted into the sheet.
You squint as you turn to the first page of cramped font. You bend your neck and turn towards a light, not realising the glow moves towards you, only focus on the unraveling of letters before you. A shadow nears until you are drawn up by its umbrous presence.
“Oh!” You gasp in surprise.
Loki looks down his nose as he holds a candlestick. You peer past him to the dark rectangle of the doorway that leads to the attached sitting room. You give a sheepish look to the floor as he reaches for the book in your hand. You let him slide it free, his thumb hooked over the pages before he snaps it shut in his hand.
“Satire. A musing of theology and science. Hardly a woman’s novel,” he remands. “My mother may have something to your preference.”
You take a step back and look at the window, the sun yellow and warm through the pane. You bring one hand up your arm to pinch your sleeve nervously. He is cold and you will never be used to it. A whole life to be spent in the tempest of his distaste.
“Funny, you should be repulsed by me?” He snorts.
You face him and feel the crease between your brows. He lets his eyes drift to the ceiling and gives a scoff. He spins on his heel and sets the candlestick on a tall table between the shelves.
“Let us not pretend either of us are happy. Even if you say little, it is written across your face. I saw it the moment we met. Then I heard you speak and I knew it was all a great joke on my behalf.”
You frown and squeeze your arm, keeping your arm bent across your front, like a shield, “what did you see… when we met?”
He shoves the book back on the shelf. You watch the fabric of his vest strain between his shoulders, almost admire how he’s folded his sleeves to the elbow, though the tops remain bloused. He tilts his head and strides along the wall of books.
“You act so innocent. I don’t believe it, not like the rest. You sit and pout and mope, expecting everyone to coddle you, to feel bad for you. I do not.”
“I do not act–”
“You lie like any woman does. Let us be clear, my wife will not lie. Not to me.” He turns and crosses his arms, leaning on the bookshelf, hooking one foot over the other. He takes a breath and lets it out slowly. “You will be quiet unless given leave to speak. I needn’t be further embarrassed. My father and brother have always made certain I am derided, you will not join them.”
“Loki–”
“Lord Laufeyson, husband, nothing else. Not your companion, not some kindred spirit, not anything but a convenience. A duty,” he raises a long finger as he speaks, “once I get a child on you, then we will be very much as we were before. Separate. Can you understand me?”
You bite down as hard as you can, until your jaw hurts. He speaks to you in the same tone your father used when he was agitated. He treats you like a child and yet, as Odin said, he acts like one himself. Spoiled and mean.
“I am not stupid, yaw gwace,” you say.
He narrows his eyes and stands straight, gripping his hips as he glares at you, “we’ve said all we need to say. You may go.”
You don’t move. Not right away. You don’t know why you don’t. Your heart is drumming and your ears are tingling.
“I am dismissing you,” he sneers.
You stare. Still regardless of the sharpness to his lilt.
He pulls his hands off his hips and balls them, posturing as he takes a step forward. You wince as a spasm of anger tics in his cheek.
You let the tension out of your jaw and drop your arm straight. You surrender but you do not hang your head as you turn to leave. You walk stiffly towards the door. As you reach it, he speaks again.
“Do not come in here again,” he bids.
You do not answer. You don’t argue. You don’t look back. You just go.
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Words Hurt (Angst Drabble)
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It's quite a well known fact that Loki tends to lash out. He doesn't think about the consequences of his actions all that much, just that he has emotions and he needs to express them in someway. He needs to shout, yell, destroy, and tear down others just so he can get a unsatisfying but fulfilling feeling of not being as miserable as he was previously. You knew this, you were just as knowledgeable as the other gods about Loki and his unpredictable mood swings, and you were fully aware of them when entering a relationship with him.
There was a difference, however, in accepting someone with all their flaws and letting them lash out at you when you have done no wrong.
You sense he is upset. As a fellow god, you are as well but for different reasons. You were upset because the God slain by humanity was a good friend, Loki was upset because the humans were catching up to the Gods.
"I don't understand it! They're inferior beings! HOW COULD THEY HAVE CAUGHT UP!?" Loki snarled. You stay silent, knowing he isn't actually asking a question to you, and let him ramble. "We all WANT to win but us gods should be crushing them! and thanks to that pathetic god from your pantheon, they've caught up!"
...You break your tone when you hear that.
"What exactly do you mean, Loki?" You ask, your tone a bit defensive. Loki just let out a cold laugh and looked at you, "I mean, don't act like you didn't know. They aren't exactly the strongest god and putting them up there in general was a mistake. Now thanks to them, they're catching up."
His face contorts in anger, you aren't disturbed by it, but you are disturbed by his words.
"My ally fought hard and they fought well. I should also remind you that Poseidon is no longer with us because of them and he was one of the strongest of us all," You then walk over to your lover, eyes narrowed and your eyes looking at him in defiance, "so remember that when you speak ill of them."
The green haired god blinked in surprise but sighed in what sounded like defeat before caressing your cheek, his thumb now pinching it. Not in a way that hurt but it wasn't very pleasant.
"My poor dumb lover," His tone was woeful as he let go, you bring your hand to your cheek and rub it as you glared at him, "you bring up such irrelevant facts. Your fellow god died because they were too weak, even by our standards. That is the truth, plain and simple."
He smiles at you, such an infuriating smile. You know that you spent eons, lifetimes, admiring it. Now you simply wonder if it always made his face look punchable. The anger in your chest bubbled, the both of you know it, and he's just waiting for you to let him have it.
That's right, get upset. Get mad. At him or humanity? He doesn't care.
All he cares about is that he's seething with rage and he needs someone to join him. A selfish desire, yes, but he didn't particularly care. He wasn't even mad at you, he realizes this, but it's not fair that the humans were getting to him. He needed someone to feel as frustrated and enraged as he did.
So won't you join him, darling? Won't you keep his misery company with yours?
"Goodbye, Loki." You finally speak, your tone mature and even, yet also laced with venom.
He blinks and watches as you turn around, walking out of the room.
You know what he's trying to do. You know he isn't upset with you or your friend, your heart breaks as you realize your pantheon will be silent and solemn due to the missing spot in it, but you weren't his emotional punching bag. You weren't something that he can lash out on but it seems he needed to be reminded of that.
You don't let him see the tears falling down your eyes because then he'd get the reaction he wanted from you. He knew that they were there, however, and it was strange.
He wanted to make you upset, so he did not feel alone, and he had done that. Yet the boiling anger was no longer there the moment you turned away, just a cold feeling that left him emptied and hollowed.
...Perhaps...perhaps he had pushed it too far with his antics.
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Here’s a little opinion I have about why Star came down from the sky to help out Asha. Or maybe this is just a little interpretation from late night thoughts.
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So we all know that Asha sang to the sky about wanting more for the people of Rosas, such as getting their dreams and wishes back (even tho they live rent free and everything). Nevertheless, her wish is selfless and is focused on everyone else, not herself.
The scene where she meets Star and she says “I just want their wishes to have a chance”, in my opinion, proves that selflessness.
Asha knows what it’s like to have a wish/dream crushed. When she was younger, all she wished for was for her father Tomás (yes that’s his real name. It’s in the art book of Wish), to get better from an illness. He never did and died when Asha was 12. So we can speculate or obviously consider the fact that Asha’s primary goal is to make sure no one (in the safest way possible, because she knows there are bad wishes- she’s not dumb) experiences that loss and pain. That’s why she signs up to be King Magnifico’s apprentice, not because she wants Sabino’s wish granted. She even says “that’s why I want to work for you” to Magnifico after his speech to her during the interview.
Yes, I will admit that her asking Magnifico to consider granting her grandfather’s wish was a little out of line but in all honesty we’d all do that (unless you have hella anxiety about asking for things then ayy same). But in truth she never demanded it, she simply asked him to consider granting his wish. She was open to the possibility of him not granting her grandfather’s wish because the key word is ‘consider’, but didn’t expect the whole keeping most of the wishes thing forever- which is why the argument occurred. They both got valid arguments ngl.
By the way, before anyone attacks me- I love both characters deeply and I think they’re both right and wrong and that the conflict could’ve been solved if the wish system was reformed and more clear. Not everyone is just good or just evil (no one is a villain in this movie, man, really it’s just the damn book. They’re all humans who think like humans and act like humans). Again, I adore them both. Anyways- I think I’m losing track.
So we know that Asha’s goal is to give the people of Rosas a chance to pursue their dreams themselves. Imo, that’s entirely selfless. And as for those bad wishes, Asha is aware there should be a regulation for those and should be stopped- so of course, she’s advocating for the good wishes. I know some are vague but- okay that is for a different possible post. I’m going to get on with the deal between Star and Asha.
Asha is selfless, period. She never wants something solely for herself and she barely even thinks about what she wants for herself only. She even got a magic wand twice and tried to reject it the second time she got it. Yayay selfless heroine. I’m sorry it’s late at night right now.
The moment Star comes down from the sky is seemingly the first appearance of a wishing star ever. At least to the kingdom of Rosas that is. I like to think that there are multiple stars out there and this one seemed to hear Asha’s pleas. My belief is that the more selfless, kind-hearted, and passionate a wish is… the more likely a star will actually come down to help you out.
LIKE WITH HOW FAIRIES ARE BORN IN THE TINKERBELLE MOVIES WHERE A CHILD’S FIRST LAUGH BLOWS AWAY A DANDELION SEED AND A FAIRY IS BORN- oh my god that’s genius. Now I like the idea of these wishing stars being born from selfless wishes 😭 I need to sleep.
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(some disney concept art from idk where i just thought it was pretty. Not even sure this is wish bruh)
Also the fact that Asha’s father was a philosopher who talked about stars all the time, and taught Asha about the stars. We know all about that ya’ll I don’t gotta explain. She wished to the sky for a while now that I think about it.
Yeah that’s all I gotta say for that. Gonna also clarify that I recognize that Asha is a little naive in the movie, but she’s not purely dumb- maybe another post for another day idk. I love her anyways (don’t worry I love Magnifico, I choose both of their sides but this isn’t about him. If you think i don’t like him istg I love magnifico i think about him 24/7 on the dot every hour help me).
My thoughts are a little jumbled, but I’d like to put out more posts on my interpretations despite my worries. I’ll try my best to get my words out, but at the end of the day, this is all fictional and all in good fun. Good night ✨
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(would the plants be sad that they can only sit in one spot now that they’re conscious or something?)
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!Entities!x Gn! Reader
Where they kind realize your not too bad , and so do you
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Yet Again.. Screech had decided to be annoying little bitch and bite you , of course it wasnt a hard one but it was on the ankle making it slightly sore from his dumb teeth , he didnt even say sorry and just laughed with his shit eating grin , “damn kid.. ill get him one day!” Rubbing your ankle deciding it would be best if you could find the herb of viridis , it always helped if you Got hurt ,
Stumbling on to the infirmary encountering rush and halt a few times Rushs Screams could be heard from far away , no wonder some of his victims get away , he seemed unusually hyper for a literal Ball of murder and sugar rushes
Halt was just there to kinda say hi since it thought you were an intruder so it was kinda awkward since it almost killed you , it just dissappeared as quickly as it came
Popping open the door to the infirmary before you jump onto a bed remebering you forgot the key groaning to particularly no one , actually you were screech and halt , thinking to yourself that it would be best to nap and pray that ambush would leave you alone for once not wanting to scream about rush taking his food or ramble about something Else that would come across him as he destorys everything in his path , exhaustion overtakes you as your eyes droop trying your best to hear if anyones coming , yet all your met with is silence
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Stumbling across you first is rush , its smile growling ever so wider as it stares before leaving again to find ambush and gush over you , hurriedly screaming at ambush in their gibberish language , ambush has no idea because all it can translate is infirmary , yet it tags along because seek had told Them all there werent Any hotel intruders , as you expect they arrived rather quickly , rush was whispering gibberish moving closer to you , “look! Ambush !! “ ambush wasnt exactly in the mood for rushs shit , but you were an exception ,”i see them , hurry the hell up im hungry “ rush excitedly touched you , screaming in delight but shutting up and leaving , ambush lingers a little longer before going another Way leaving you in your nap yet again ,
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So I Think ambush and rush are fluffy and idc what you say , they must be..
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Screech had Also found you , just your luck .. the little iPad shit That caused you All that pain , it wasnt proud in anyway after seeing your face , it was a annoying anklebiting iPad kid but it knew it did something wrong , its smile slightly dropped , setting itself beside you , sliding under the pure White sheets like a stain , it would try to apologize when you woke up , it decided to stay until you woke up ,
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Eyes Saw you and was about to move on until it noticed screech slightly under the covers wrapped around your arm , “what the hell are you doing screech dont you have annoying stuff to do?” Screech hissed at it , “just asking calm Down you rabid toddler “ screech pointed at your ankle and leg “im guessing you did that?” Screech hissed again “yeah it was me “ the High pitched child voice called out “so your apologizing to them?” Eyes- “i want to when they wake up i feel kind of bad for once “ eyes multiple eyes became half lidded “or maybe your starting to like em “ screech hissed “no im not! Ill tattle if you keep saying lies!” Eyes let out a slight chuckle in its head before leaving , it had better things to do than Watch a crush develop even tho screech had the mental capacity of a 10 year Old and he was a child so it made sense ,
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Sitting up groggily i notice something on my arm , thoose familiar teeth , what does it want now .. “what do you want screech you did this !” I slightly whisper yelled at him “im sorry “ it let out , “what..?” Screech was still Holding onto my arm “i Said im sorry!” I felt a smile rise , maybe this iPad kid wasnt all bad “i forgive you but if you EVER do that again as bad i Will get you back and thats a promise im warning you..” screech laughed before dissappearing yet again , silly little octopus or whatever it is , sitting up I notice some fur on the bed , screech doesn’t have fur . Only three people do .. Rush Ambush And timothy , timothy is out of the question this fur patch is bigger than him , so rush or ambush ? Why would they even come here at all , and I’m not dead? Did they take a limb and I didn’t notice ?!?
Checking all over not a single limb missing , huh guess they can ATLEAST tolerate me now I think?… , shoving off the covers that had turned warm due to me laying there for a bit , I think I’ve been asleep for around ..3 HOURS!? oh no oh no.. what the hell am I supposed to do , oh wait I forgot i don’t even need to do anything today , might As well find seek or glitch .. though I think both have more important things .. yeah I’ll find Jeff !, quickly leaving the infirmary tracing back to Jeffs shop , making way back , “hi Jeff! How are you?” Jeff squinted his white eyes before pointing at the tip jar , seemingly empty , his expression saddening . He hadn’t sold anything today .. “I’m sorry nobody survived so far yet, maybe j could cheer you up? “ jeffs eye squinted , reaching into my pocket pulling out 455 coins I buy the crucifix and lock pick leaving me some spare change , as I put the rest into his jar almost filling it , Jeff delightedly sticks out a tentacle to me handing me a little lighter as a thank you I’m guessing, “are you sure? I’ll be fine screech is gonna get it if he tries anything !” Throwing a punch 🤜 to show what I would do , Jeff seemed to laugh yet it was complete silence , “thanks Jeff cheered me up a little even tho I was fine thanks anyways!” Waving to jeff as he waved ,
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You encounter figure , in his library as always , it seems he was picking up fallen books , you had spoken with him once , yet that was him getting mad at you for breaking a book when you tried to escape the library , he was quite murderous , though he’s quite nice , I’ve heard … “f-figure? It’s me” you noticed him stomp over to you , each footstep echoing along , he slightly growled bowing down to smell me , to maybe see if he could recognise me? Not sure , yet he stepped away , “you break book…” worried he might eat you “I’m incredibly sorry I never meant to.. I was just scared as I had heard rumours long ago , yet I just want to be familiar with something .. “ figure seemed to like your answer as he hurriedly tugged on your arm , a little too rough , “calm down we have time! It hurts if you pull too hard!” Figures grip loosened “friend figure excited!” He had messed up speech clearly most likely from all that growling , but he was understandable
——— figure had just mostly been around with you showing you books , he was like a massive golden retriever yet a little less cuter . He was still adorable he was mostly lonely and wanted to say so much at the same time , yet his speech patterns could prove to be difficult , he accidentally held you too hard , on where halt attacked earlier it was slightly sore but the pain was less than when you got it , figure apologised by trying to read you a book , but he was of course blind , resulting in him becoming a little bit more upset he had done something wrong , “figure it’s not your fault.. you couldn’t have known, please don’t be sad ..” you held his claws in your hands stroking his flesh lightly , he honestly didn’t mind the fact you were touching him so delicately even though he had ripped people to shreds you held him like glass , he liked it ,”figure?..” he liked you , you were nice to him unlike an annoying octopus , he wanted to become better friends with you and maybe even show you to some of the others , you continued stroking his claws , calling out to him but no reply “figure!” He snapped out of it and turned in your direction , “figure like you , you nice “ his long arms wrapping around you loosely ,”I like you too figure your a good friend “ a smile rose too my face , so he was lonely… he let go and without a word just opened something , it was the door “figure see you later “ he waved his arms slinging , realizing you had to beat up half , waving to figure before leaving going back to room 49 down the long corridors , you had greeted dupe , meeting him once because you miscounted , he didn’t reply he closed the door with a slight smile , traversing through the already familiar corridors was slightly weird as you had been here multiple times staring at the first door you went through, “001.. cant believe im back here..” sitting yourself on the floor for a moment unsuccesful in finding halt , “i feel so nostalgic being where everything turned upside down in the blink of an eye , yet i dont feel remorseful coming here , even though theres literal monsters that could devour me alive , and yet.. it is Way more scary then the surface but this is new .. paranormal, what do ya Think hide,” i start smirking while it hurries back into hiding “i Saw you when i walked in , you were peeking , thats not Nice ! “ no reply “i am not mad i just wanna know you better …im not telling you to leave your closet hide i would never.. im assuming you like the closets?” the door slightly opened just a eye visible “y-yeah..” smiling softly at it , “why do you push me out if i stay for a little bit im curious .?” It started closing the door ,”wait! .. i shouldnt have asked we arent acquainted Well yet that was maybe personal im sorry!” It had opened it again , “you Seem ni..Nice enough..”
——————— seek is coming👀 but some cuteness with his eyes (seeks)
You and hide had been talking it was mostly onesided from your side , yet he was shy that was obvious , i had figurer out he liked personal space and i was kind of intruding but i didnt have a choice i did it to escape screech and rush , ambush was fine he left me alone and we were neutral , hide was starting to become nervous as he muttered a quick goodbye before dissappearing into the closet yet again , ive been on a streak today! Ive talked with most of the entities in this damn hotel! Now its seeks turn.. i just hope he Will give me a moment to explain before he rips my limbs off one by one.. as i finally reached a room where his eyes popped up , deciding i might aswell decide if they were a part of him or not , like sentimental beings or if they were just seeks weird eyes.. “can you hear me ?..” the eye blinked staring at you , so did all the other ones. Creepy… “ can you hear me seek?” I hope that they were just seeks weird eyeballs or this would be awkward.. it blinked one..twice..thrice.. “oh thank god! Wait.. thats not a good thing..” i talk to myself pondering for a moment , “your quite cute actually ..” i wasnt lying the eyes were slightly cute looking with thoose Big pupils giving Them almost puppy eyes , what i did next might get me killed but i couldnt hold back against thoose eyes! The eye slightly widened , it looked like it was getting … shy? “I have to make up with seek before i get lost in staring at you “ inspecting the eye for a little bit extra before opening the next door to more Rooms with more eyes all staring , leading up to the dreaded hallway i had been in one too many times
Stepping in i could feel the Air shift , anger and death reeked , and there he was as angry as ever ,
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I had quickly decided he would kill me before i even opened my mouth if i didnt get a fucking move on , maybe seek was unbefriendable? , hitting bookshelves causing Them to almost Fall on me , hoping it would stop him in the slightest he would need to slow Down to not get hit , he wasnt that stupid to keep running he was smart, as i had hoped the bookshelf fell but right onto him instead trapping him effectively , clawing at the floor. Wood being chipped off as he desperately tried to escape but to no success , staring at him my heart ached to help yet i wasnt a fool he would tear me limb from limb when he escaped , and yet .. his one eye looking at me so desperately , almost begging for help .
It was just you .seek. And that bookshelf , utter silence filled the room as he had stopped violating the floor , both of you were almost having a staring contest , none of you blinking , his eye shifted from you to the floor , out of pure embarrasment that he were to focused to get another kill he had thought he would be fast enough before it fell, i had made my mind up
I was gonna help
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“Im going to help you now okay?..” waiting for his reaction he stopped squirming instead staring at me with his piercing gaze as soon i was in his Range , trying to pull the bookshelf off him struggling as my fingers hurt , “can you give me your hand? I need to use friction.” He stared yet handed me his hand , grabbing onto it i could feel how it was solid yet liquid at the same time , how his fingers intertwined with my own causing a slight hue to appear on my cheeks , most likely he hadnt known that Lovers would often do the same but you were just helping him out , “im going to pull now okay? You tell me if it hurts or anything “ his gaze still on me , pulling with all my might i had gotten him a bit loose fighting he would be fine the rest since he could most likely squeeze out, letting go of his hand as he most likely caught on That i thought he could squeeze out the rest , he was wiggling out , as i was walking away i could feel his gaze pierce through me , who knew one eye would be worse than Two? . Before i slammed the door shut , leaning against it , what the hell happened back there i could have gotten rid of him , for a bit , since hes immortal or whatever he is. He just seemed so helpless i cant even blame myself Any more .
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Glitch had met you once and could not give less fucks
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Halt Met you five times , it thinks your a little bit annoying
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Never met shadow
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Screech thinks your fine enough mostly neutral
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Figure likes you alot
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Rush Likes you too
And ambush is pretty neutral too
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Seek is mostly on the not like side but after you helped him he has been intrested in asking why
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And you Well you were uhh confused and about to shit yourself , because this damn hotel couldnt give you a break for no apparent reason ,
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A Lil silly things if youve made it this far without closing it or thinking “this shit is ass “
Oh and in this little short drab you had befriended most of Them figure seek and rush May start to like you more than normal for friends?!?.
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Rush wouldnt stop following me going where i go , except seeks hallways and figures library it would follow me EVERYWHERE breaking the lights in the process so i wouldnt be able to see anything , finally making it into figures library as always he was happy to see me , but more chipper “its me figure!” Growling he were quick to stomp Way to where you were before grabbing you over to a book “read!” He excitedly spoke out before grabbing a romance book , yet it was a children appropriate one , Its Title were The Monster And the Beauty (copied from beauty and the beast)
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Reading into the book getting more and more tired after each chapter while figure never seemingly lost energy ,Falling asleep while Reading figure had only noticed after a bit of silence before snoring was heard “friend?” He lightly shook you but no reply , he would find you somewhere you could lay until you woke up , there arent really Any places that would be comfortable , having decided he would hold you until , his arms hanging loosely around your frame squeezing to get a better grip , after somewhere he could sit , before trying to take a nap too, his head on top of yours ,
He was flustered because he knew this wasnt just for friends ,
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Rush had talked with you for a bit seemingly liking your Company Way too much for your liking , it never noticed following you and protecting you (from nothing) it liked you alot , its obvious to everyone ESPECIALLY seek and figure not liking how much it was with you , rush is Nice and energetic but it can be too much , “rush i see you Down the hall..” it moved away , god rush was killing me with all this attention and cuddling out of nowhere.. “im not mad but please let me be alone for a few minutes atleast . Dont you have ambush to annoy?” It was beside you in the blink of an eye “no. Hes annoying” it was rubbing against you , fur getting everywhere , “rush i love you but this is to much ..” it was too late it was already snaked around you like a blanket set on not letting you go, “you love me! ?” So he had only heard the love part “yes i love all of you .” It seemed to sadden when you Said everyone , deciding you would cheer rush up a little , petting his fur “your fur is so soft rush! I just need your tips!” Its smile seemed to widen , you were in for a Long run of tips butttttt to see its smile widen like that would be worth it
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Sitting quietly on the floor , there seek was seemingly intrested in the carpet , picking at it before noticing you had entered , “Hi seek! Oh how badly i missed you!” He seemed to like what you Said before nodding , skipping over to where he sat before sitting beside him leaning into his shoulder fluttering butterflys in his non-existent heart , “you okay? Your quiet today..” he thought of so many other scenarios you could say that in (not innocent) seemingly making him move away slightly , he had found some books in figures library about the Human body intrested how it worked and had stumbled upon intercourse in one of Them , he couldnt get it out of his head ,
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Seemingly deciding he wanted to try and Woo you like in the books , his shaky hand landed on yours , a moment of silence before your hand slithered into his causing him to look away , “ypu could have asked if you wanted to hold hands ! Me and figure do it so dont be shy to ask..” he didnt like hearing figures name come out of your mouth it made him a bit jealous.. his hand was still shaking since this was the closest contact he had ever had with you , he would try harder tp make you fall for him , he moved closer to you his head bumping into yours as a Way to try and assert some sort of ownership in his eyes , yet you Saw it as innocent friendship , he had looked Down at you his gaze not leaving you once before you finally stared back at him , “you okay? Something on my face?” You had touched around on your face asking if there was anything there he would Shake his head everytime wishing he could get out the Word “that beautiful smile “ yet he couldnt he felt too shy today , just initiating contact took alot out of him , you were starting to notice he was awfully quiet not talking once , and initiating contact alot, maybe he needed some attention because he was upset?, “can i hug you?” It caught him off Guard his singular eye widening , did he not want a hug!? Does he hate me now? , did i miscalxulate the situation?! Theese thoughts streaming through your poor oblivious head , he slowly nodded turning away from you ,
He was extremely flustered
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You were going in for a full on hug grabbing from under his arms your head buried into the crook of his neck , he sat there for a moment comprehending where to even touch or even if he should
You were nuzzling into him a little bit seemingly comfortable as you had done this once with rush and glitch , he seemed to like it as his arms slowly held onto your back ,
He thought this was intimate which was doing a huge number on him and his self esteem , but he was starting to liqiufy from all this affection he was used to chasing and murdering, not whatever this was .. yet he liked it.. ALOT
(Rush is Watching from the end of the hallway and its fucking Jealous )
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He tried to kiss you once(you Didnt notice he aint Got a mouth idiot ) he was so confident after thinkikg you knew (you didnt ) and he was starting to Think he had you in the bag (rush and figure are trying so hard to prevent it and make you theirs because you arent scared of Them or judge Them, and because rush likes you touching its fur and praising it ) seek Got this (most likely not with the other Two)
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its like... late and i need to dump all the little angst scenarios i think of in my dumb little head (i didnt include all of the harbingers because i didnt have ideas for all of them... sob sniff) (i need someone you understand and u are the #1 fatui lover in my heart)
After the funeral of the readers beloved, the tsaritsa never know that the readers tears were harsher than her blizzards (this sounds so corny but it's late plea)
The reader begging their harbinger s/o not to go on a mission in the nation the traveler is at because they're so paranoid that they'll end up in a coffin as well. (this could work in the same universe as the previous one) (Oh No .)
Dottore's lover feeling inadequate to his intelligence, so they end up staying up until ungodly hours studying and Dottore doesn't notice due to his lack of a need for sleep, causing them to collapse due to exhaustion while helping Dottore with his experiments
Columbina's lover practicing so hard for a duet they're supposed to perform that they end up losing their voice the day before the performance
Capitano's lover growing frustrated yet feeling selfish at him treating them like glass. They know it's because he's being overly weary of his strength, but they'd rather be crushed in a hug than treated like a porcelain doll that'll crack at the slightest gust of wind (it took me, way too hard to spell porcelain it was humiliating .)
Back to the handmade gift darling for pantalone.. Pantalone's darling who feels so frustrated because they know their gifts will never amount to the beautiful accessories he can just buy, unable to realize it's the love behind them that Pantalone cherishes
La Signora's lover wanting to be someone she can rely on, but it's early in the relationship and her heart has not yet melted for the reader. The reader wonders if it's their fault, not knowing La Signora just doesn't know how to deal with pure hearted love again.
Scaramouche's lover being mistaken for a caretaker because of the height difference /JOKING ILL BE SERIOUS
Scaramouche's lover often feeling themselves get closer to succumbing to their mortality. It's the little things, but it makes them oh so paranoid.. They've done everything to try to stop it, hell they even went to The Doctor about it against Scaramouche's wishes, but there's nothing that isn't.. inhumane that can happen. If they take the offer is up to you to decide <3
(cw; vomit) Arlecchino's lover who is a performer, who gets so nervous and paranoid about messing up that they end up vomiting backstage, causing the performance to have to take an emergency intermission/delay depending on how large the role the reader was playing. (I don't think she'd know immediately? i think she'd have to hear some like, other actors gossiping about it to realize)
- 🎈 is going insane
🎈 ANON WHO HURT YOU..........
Though only Harbingers were allowed to be at the funeral for another Harbinger, out of courtesy, you were allowed to be there as well. Did you care about the looks you were getting from the others? No. All you could see was your beloved's coffin that they should not be in. They should be by your side, still in this world. But they weren't and would never be ever again. Should you have tried harder to convince them not to go? You should have accompanied them at the very least. Maybe you could have protected them somehow. But no one can turn back time. (We know reader is gonna be on the Traveler's ass from then on... they are NOT safe. Reader gets a personal apology and head pat from the Tsaritsa though... she knows what they're going through.)
STOP THE DOTTORE ONE ACTUALLY HIT ME CUZ THAT'S SOMETHING I'D PROBABLY DO 😭💔 It was so hard sometimes, always comparing yourself to him, not to mention, you knew other people looked down on you because surely there was no someone like you could ever compare to the intelligence of the Doctor? And well, they were probably right, but that didn't make it hurt any less :( Yet no matter how much you tried you always felt inferior to his brilliance, and in fact only managed to hinder him more with your lack of performance.
You were so scared about not being able to live up to Columbina's voice, that you'd only mess up and thus damage her reputation and embarrass the both of you to all of Snezhnaya. You could not bear for that to happen and forced yourself to practice even more by yourself without Bina knowing. She is far more upset by the fact you hurt yourself rather than the performance :( (But she will have to call up Dottore for a quick remedy dw)
CAPITANO 😭😭 It bothered you a little bit at first, but you thought as the relationship moved on he would too, and he would realize that you're not as weak as he thinks, and he should have more faith in himself! You're wrong. It's been months and he's still scared to even do the basics of affection. And it's driving you crazy. You just want your husband... to *be* your husband! You want to hug him and be picked up bridal style and be carried and all of the sort! You're going to have to have a serious talk with him and hopefully Capitano will understand before he loses his spouse 🚶‍♀️
breaking down at Pantalone's... 🎈 ANON ARE U OK. You loved making handmade gifts for your beloved but you couldn't help but compare them to others. How could your little trinkets ever hold up to the expensive and professionally made ones? Yours were practically nothing to them, there was no real value in them and were easily discarded. You start to get a bit embarrassed by them and stop making it, to which Pantalone is confused. (Little do you know Pantalone much more cares for the sentimental value of your gifts, the fact that you pour so much time, energy, and most importantly love, into it, warms his heart far more than you'd ever know.)
SIGNORA MY BABY NO. She hasn't been vulnerable in so long, to the point where she doesn't even know how to open herself up again, especially in a romantic manner. She loves you, she really does, but she simply cannot give herself to you completely yet. It's a long, enduring process... one that you would absolutely wait for no matter the duration. Unfortunately, the communication skills are not the best as Signora doesn't know how to convey this to you nor do you know how to bring it up.
HELP SCARAAAA 😭 If you're taller than him then he'll definitely always be salty about it 💀 But ahem. Moving onto the angst. You are literally so big brained because I kind of wrote something like this for a Scara fic but scraped it but!! YES!! I imagine after reader hears Scara's backstory, all the people he has lost and was "betrayed" by, they would never want to put him through that kind of suffering and pain ever again. You do not want to be another "betrayal" in his life. And who else knows the answer to immortality, a longer life, better than the Doctor he's been working with...? The scientist promises that it won't hurt... not too much at least. He'll see what he can do... with some compromises in return.
You always loved performing, but even you got the jitters. Sometimes. Well, most of the time actually. And it was even worse when you knew your lover would be watching. You were terrified of messing up, to not living up to her high standards. You could handle criticism but thinking of the possible sharp and harsh words Arlie could give you made you sick with worry and fear. Unbeknownst to Arlecchino, she had no idea you were so caught up with what other people thought.
Not you giving me mega brainrot,,, these will permanently be etched into my tiny little brain
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deargodhelpmeaaa · 11 months
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Ranking my most noteworthy fictional crushes out of ten
Squidward
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Look at this man. Look at his features. Isn't he just completely irresistible? I "fell for" him in in ninth grade and it was initially a joke bc I was obsessed with him since I had a friend who'd always talk Spongebob with me and despite never having watched it I enjoyed discussing it and thought Squidward sounded like an endearing and funny character. I'm not sure if this was completely ironic or not anymore and I'm scared.
6/10
Jon Arbuckle
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We are off to an amazing start here, aren't we? Okay, so I just have a thing for pathetic men. And Jon is that. He is a beta male. He is a loser. He is sad. I want to say my "crush" on him developed when I read the comic Garfield Minus Garfield- a comic which I found interesting. I liked seeing this portrayal of the character- someone lonely, mentally unstable and possibly schizophrenic. Also when you boil it down, all Garfield is about is a mentally ill man ranting to his cat about his problems and his cat secretly doesn't give a crap, but he doesn't know because it's a cat who can't talk (iterations where he can hear garfield are dumb and lame unless there's a good reason for it). I love Jon, I am a Jon defender, and I argue he is funny and a cool guy.
8/10
Waylon Smithers
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Undeniably the most regrettable fictional crush I have ever had, and sadly the longest lasting and most influential as well. My crush on Smithers lasted all the way through high school and my first year of college. My thirst for him- seemingly invincible. The worst part is, I'm not even completely over him. If I watch the show again without cringing at jokes I quoted badly, I can still see myself getting a little you know... when he shows up. So, what is his appeal, might you ask, why do I like him? Wimp. Wears glasses. Sadboy- he loves someone who doesn't give a crap about him. Something about his unrequited love seemed relatable to me. I also found his submissiveness attractive and he is what introduced me to the idea that a nerdy sadboy who does as I say is actually kind of really sexy. He's also the last nice person on this list. I found his sweetness appealing and for a while this made me think I only liked sweet boys. How wrong I was...
4/10. Would be 0 but he gets extra points because of how important he was to my development as a person. Low because I regret how I acted during this phase of my life. (too loca)
MEDIC
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I literally got the game just for him and main him because I think he's hot. He looked like this stern, no-nonsense Atticus Finch-like medical guy who would yell at me in German for being a bad girl and I was into that. Then I played the game, watched the videos, read the comic and fell deeper in love. This guy was not that stern angry guy I thought he was at all. He was a cool guy and all nonsense. Funny, crazy, deeply invested in science, with what appears to be no regard for human or animal life- yet still somehow having a caring side which we see with how sweet he is to his doves- also I love doves too, omg! And he's still definitely the one that would be wearing the pants in this relationship, so the main appeal remains intact.
10/10
Duckman
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Hey, what the hell are you staring at! Listen, you're not my dad and I have no control over who I find attractive, so shut up. I watched this show and I just saw this guy and I was like... whoa. Okay. That's... that's a man alright. A duck man, sure, but a man nonetheless. He had it all. He was pathetic, smoked heavily, rude, a goober, horny, impulsive, wore glasses... and was a massive loser, yet he has this strange charm about him that you'll notice if you don't take him too seriously. God, I just want to humiliate him. He's into that, by the way- it's literally canon in the show. He also was my first foray into what I like to call "angry ranting men" which is, well, a type of man who rants about random things. Okay, okay, I get it, ranting=bad whatever. But personally I see a strong appeal in rants. A rant is an unfiltered speech about a topic which one holds strong passion for. It is a glimpse into an insane mind, sure, filled with nonsense, with the occasional valid point made. I enjoy listening to rants because it lets a man let loose and just go wild.... and in a way, it is quite cute! Even if he is completely wrong in every way. I still enjoy listening, wide eyed with a glass of some drink in my hand I can't even drink because I'm kept on the edge of my seat by this strange speech. Also, this character has a good side to him. Like we see he loved his wife and loves his kids, and when he opens up to the women he meets, we see that he really isn't so bad of a person after all. I love this about him, and it is a crucial part of his appeal on top of everything else I've said so far.
7/10 because even I question this one sometimes. But not that much.
George Costanza
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He's disturbed, he's depressed, he's got it all! Completely just the most pathetic man on television. An insecure, self absorbed little loser. I love him. He's so weak and he makes me so weak. He also looks really cute sometimes- is this just me? I want to do things to him >:) I think I have this thing where I am attracted to horrible men because I want to give them a better life, as I see myself in them, and boy do I see myself in George. We're both the same little cowards at heart, I think. I think we all have a little George in us. I just want... a lot of George in me. Ba dum ching! I should note that this savior complex mostly applies to fictional men... Irl I would just want someone who I could scare with my freaky boldness and have open up to me a little bit, and be there for. Like some cute Christian boy who is afraid of everything and hates himself for no reason. I don't really have much more to say, since I haven't watched the show in months. Also the last entry literally has the same actor behind him. Do I have a thing for Jason Alexander? It's very possible.
solid 8/10. Not a 10 because I'm worried about myself.
Filthy Frank
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In my defense, I also have a crush on Joji so it's okay. But this is a list of FICTIONAL characters and I can't help myself. That's right, y'all, Franku is fictional and if you didn't see that who are you? Now I want you to think about everything here that has been established. I like horny men, losers, ranters, men who are bad with women, and men with ego problems (and then there's just Medic who is the exception to every rule here). Frank is all of those things. He is also completely depraved and has no inhibitions which I also find appealing. When you think about it, he's basically just a really concerning version of a bad boy. He's obviously not someone to admire, and I don't admire him at all. He's a joke. I laugh at him, not with him. I don't agree with most of what he says but if I knew him personally, I would gleefully listen to his insanity, while secretly going "yea no." I also just think he probably is into some weird stuff like.... in the bedroom and that is hot to me. I want to make him cry. Do I want to give him a better life? Not really to be honest. He doesn't really deserve it. I guess he's nice to the lycra people, though, and the book Francis of the Filth gives him a little bit of an arc where he becomes a better person and stuff, and there are kind of hints at him having something resembling a capacity for compassion (mostly in the lore) despite being disgusting and generally amoral, which again, is very important to the appeal. I also find him weirdly charming. If he was a real guy we would get along I think, even if he'd be an asshole to me sometimes and I'd even get fed up with him sometimes- he probably might think I'm cool if I choose my words carefully. Oh, right also he's just hella cute. I know he makes weird, creepy faces and is trying to look like a 45 year old Algebra Teacher who hates his life, but like, that just makes him even cuter to me. And I don't mind the throat cancer voice, either. It's cute, too. He's got this weird, undeniable charm to him that definitely contributed to his success and iconic status. So, sure, he makes weird noises, he's a terrible person, and all, but like... he's also cute and I'd probably try to pry into his sensitive side (which when you think about it, does exist) if he was real. I mostly just like him because he's a stupid, silly bisexual (re-watch the videos; it's true) who wears glasses, though.
My tastes in men are fucked.
8/10
My prediction for my next crush is some asshole from Catch 22 but probably the Chaplain.
I am allowing this list to be used as evidence for the decline of women.
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running-with-kn1ves · 10 months
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i got inspired and wrote this 🙈 you can add on or ignore if u want
TA!Yves who is soooo charming with his soft blonde hair and accented words. And he's always kissing your hand when you come in or giving you a wink when you get a question right (squeezing your thigh under the table when he's assisting you with work)
He's so sweet and handsome, of course the other girls in class want to join in the fun. They twirl their hair and push up their chest when he comes around, something he tactically avoids (if only they could see the way his jaw clenches itself slightly every time) it's not until a brave girl asks him out directly that he embarrasses her, letting it slip to the whole class how dumb she is, but he says it so sweetly, he can't be doing it out of malice.
Tw for abuse but personally i feel yves would hurt someone for reader so if that girl happened to be reader's bully or tried spreading rumors about reader and yves then she would find herself in a difficult position.
Anyways, the whole class thinks its an inside joke and cute how yves has a little crush on you- you should definitely say yes and give him a chance. What's the worst that can happen?
-(can i be yves anon? Or 📸 anon) i have more thoughts after reading the facetime bf smut but ill just send this for now hehe
Slayyy 😩. Why am I obsessed with him getting flirty under the table though-- BUT I feel like he almost has this level of class to it. He's not super grabby just to feel the reader up, he wants to invoke a reaction in them, to feel their legs try to shut as he so gently glides his fingers. He gets quieter, almost lulling you to come closer to hear, trying to make reader put their guard down. The touch of his ticklish fingertips on one's palm gliding up their forearm can leave anybody weak-kneed.
And don't get me started on the rest of the school population-- a foreign student with the voice of a soft baby angel?? It breeds competition, but there's something so strange in how he only seems to purposely annoy one particular person, giving only them more than the bear minimum of courtesies 🤔. I could see Yves being the type to allow an "unfortunate accident" to befall any threats to his and readers relationship.
Yves as a tutor though-- creating studying rewards that only really serve to reward him. Or even bringing reader to the back of the library during a study sesh to sneak quiet kisses against the bookshelves and hushed words of affection in his native tongue.
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gyuswinter · 1 year
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summary — choi beomgyu would do anything to gain just a second of y/n’s attention. to changing himself, getting himself into arguments, honestly everything. hes head over heels for y/n.
04 ; i really cant do it — masterlist
warnings — mm cursing? also this is a pretty boring chapter i wrote this in one sitting half asleep at 4am with a sore throat soo This is short and looks p rushed I SWEAR I CAN WRITE BETTER THAN THIS
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the hallway is quiet, and empty. only the sounds of beomgyus footsteps could be heard. never did beomgyu thought he would skip class to ask his crush, y/n l/n on a date.
his hands are sweaty, and he is nervous. the closer he gets to your classroom, he can feel his heart beating louder and faster. why was he doing all this again? trying to get your attention just by asking you out on a date? thats dumb. he could just comment on your tweets, send you a message, and many more. why a date?
after a few minutes of rethinking and walking to your class, he arrives.
“10 minutes left until her class ends.. i can do it!” he encourages himself, also checking his wristwatch every 10 seconds.
the longer he waits, the more nervous he gets. what if you think hes weird? you dont even know him. but wait, he can tell you hes been your secret admirer this whole time! but what if you think hes creepy?
“3 minutes left.. i dont think i can do it,” he thinks. he decides to just stay there, next to your classroom’s door.
and then, the bell rings.
“oh no.. im fucked” beomgyu scratches his head and looks around, trying to find a hiding spot just incase. he could hear you talking to your friends, your voice getting louder and clearer every second. this could only mean one thing; you are about to exit the classroom.
“fuck it, i really cant do it!”
he mentally facepalms himself and walks away from your class like nothing happened 10 minutes ago. if he knew this was gonna happen, he would have never skipped class. oh he is so going to get made fun of in the friends’ groupchat.
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authors note — baboom lol here.. this is so bad im cryin 😭 i am posting this at 3am, maybe a double update today bc ill be busy for 3 days 🙏 mm thank u for readint hsi absolute dog water😭
taglist — @openingssequence @bucketofhiros @georgi-salva @sakuzleaves @luvyjeons @qluvrv @captivq @luvdokja @soobsfairy444 @whippedforbeomgyu @koeuh @i8lhee @xuimhao
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charbakugou · 1 year
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WON’T YOU FEED ME? (840)
SYNOPSIS: iwaizumi finds you in a classroom sleeping, decides he wants to feed you
CW: none.
MORE: aahhhh i love this piece so much, very much just some soft fluff. 
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iwaizumi navigated himself down the stairs to the first floor classrooms, before walking into the classroom that she was in. seeing her slumped over her desk as he walks closer to her. her head was faced side ways and she seemed to have her airpods in.
he squats down in front of the chair. brushing the hair out of her face before slowly tracing her cheeks. her eyes flutter open, before they shut again and she groans before shifting her head so that she was facing the table, but she pulls one AirPods out of her ear.
“it’s lunch, do you want to eat?”
she makes a disgruntled noise and iwaizumi smiles. she was always the most adorable when she was sleepy. she moves her head so that her chin was resting on her forearm and she tries to blink the sleep away again.
“you can eat wif out asdfs” she mumbles.
“what’s that?”
“you can eat without me.” she speaks a little clearer.
“you know i;m not gonna do that.” he tucks another loose piece of hair behind her ear.
“‘m dont wan move.” she mumbles again, before leaning closer to his touch.
“do you want me to feed you?”
she blinks her eyes open, and he notices the deep bags under her eyes. the delirious look she’s giving him right now just shows how exhausted she must be.
“mmk” she mumbles again before letting her eyes shut.
“okay baby, ill be right back, dont move.” he gets up and walks out, before making his way towards the vending machines with food in them. he grabs two instant noodles before heading to the cafeteria to get some hot water.
as he’s waiting for the noodles to cook, he feels oikawa approaching him, and he prepares himself to hear some dumb shit. 
“so where’s you girlfriend?”
“she’s sleeping right now.”
“did you tire her out last night?”
iwaizumi blinked. then he blinked again. then he hits him. 
“ow!?!” he squeals. 
“no because, what the fuck.”
“what? it was a genuine question.”
with a perplexed look and a sigh he responds “no, i haven’t seen her in the past couple of days.”
“damn that sucks, anyways i came to update you on oikawa is trying to get a girlfriend situation.”
iwaizumi just nods, despite his idiocy sometimes, he was actually genuinely excited to hear that his plan on trying to get his crush was working out. he listened to him ramble for a little while, until both noodles were cooked before he gave him some tips and then walked off.
when he got back to the classroom they still had 30 minutes left in their lunch break. she hadn’t moved from the spot she had fallen asleep in. he chuckled, placing the bowls of ramen on a different table, plopping down into the chair, before very gently grabbing the handle of her chair and dragging it closer to him. 
he gently taps her and he sees her twitch and she mumbles a hmm? out to him.
“i brought food.”
she stays still for a moment and iwaizumi begins to eat his bowl of noodles as he waits for her to slowly arise.
eventually she blinks open and looks at him, before pulling herself to be sitting up. she blinks slowly, and she gives him a sloppy delirious smile, before her eyes shut but she mumbles something out as she sways slightly.
“thought yom were onna’ feed me”
“yeah i can, but are you even awake right now?”
she nods her head vigorously and iwaizumi just chuckles. he quickly finishes his noodles before grabbing her bowl and makes a small bite. he raises it to her lips and murmurs an open and she follows. her eyes still shut, she slowly chews before stopping as though she fell asleep again.
“oi, keep chewing” he taps her jaw and she continues chewing, before she swallows. she opens her mouth mindlessly, before he blows and gives her another bite. every time she would fall asleep, he would tap her jaw slightly to get her to continue chewing.
by the end of it, you were wide awake but he could see you were still tired. the break was slowly coming to an end and he wanted some time with his girlfriend. he went back and she looked much livelier.
“good morning sunshine.”
“good morning haji, thanks for feeding me.”
“anytime” he murmurs as he pulls her into a hug as he sits back down.
the two chat between themselves as they share soft kisses in the alone time that they are just getting because of how busy they’ve been. from practice to classes and school, its been hectic and they can barely find time for each other. but this was nice, a small lunch together.
as the bell rings, he places a chaste kiss on her lips.
“see ya later sweetheart.”  he turns to walk away, before he turns back and kisses the top of her head before walking out of there.
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r0yalgrimm-artz · 7 days
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The little shit bags- I mean darling cherubs💕
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I never intended on making designs of Chazz and Kore's little crotch goblins. But uh here we are.
((Bonus: Ekou with snazzy sunglasses))
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Tbh I'm impressed how I have the energy to sketch all three designs, so either it's a sign I'm gonna burn out soon or what 💀
Anyways the kids.
Kenji: Fucking whore. Jk. Kinda. Big momma's boy, kinda had beef with Chazz for a little while when Kore and Chazz were separated for two years during his childhood years, but he speaks to Chazz more often now and has a better relationship with him. Literally is the embodiment of a gifted and intelligent student now is a severely burnt out and tired moody bitch. Has more fucking break ups because he literally doesn't fucking understand relationships well and has a lot of inner problems with himself. Eventually gets better, working on himself. Massive bipolar disorder. Is an asshole because...literally he is one, not because of his bipolar. Very confrontational and argumentative when he is being accused for shit he has never done. Can't see Duel spirits, but can hear them?? Assumed he was just hearing things. Also a big lover of dueling. Very competitive but can be hella petty if he loses. Hates the smell of hospitals and medial equipment, it makes him physically ill and very anxious (lore related lmao).
Himari: Resting bitch face 24/7, is genuinely very sweet and shy. Is she glaring at you from across the room in a terrifying manner?? Oh don't worry she's squinting her eyes trying to read the board behind you. Very passive, rarely loses her temper. Has the fucking literal patience of a Saint. Unless you catch her on a bad day and you set her off, don't be surprised if you find yourself smacked through the wall. Works out a lot, mainly to distract herself or pass time originally. Plus used to have trouble with carrying heavy shit due to her previous weak and frail physique, so wanted to be able to carry shit better (cough also to impress this crush she has on a girl cough). Loves to dress feminine and girly, tries to style her outfits a lot. Literal daddy's girl, yet gets embarrassed and shy when Chazz is kicking off with some kids or parents who might be mean or accusing Himari, and she has to physically remove him before she dies of embarrassment. Literally loves her dad but at times think he might go overboard, hence why she talks to her mom about certain issues and probably dating advice (don't even fucking say anything you seen that episode with Chazz tryna Duel Alexis to be his girlfriend, you should know why). Let's her emotions out when it comes to dueling, especially with how frustrated she gets or angry. Literally considered her Duel monsters her friends during her childhood due to lack of friends, only to look back and cringe. Doesn't realise her Duel spirits watch over her a lot and try to protect her.
Ekou: Accidental child. Literally was not fucking planned, he came as a fucking surprise. Yet was the most chill and easiest of the three to raise. Kinda. Despite how he was always found in odd places he shouldn't have been in. Definition of...that one weird kid in class you don't talk to but he is surprisingly chill af. Comes out with the most horrific and outlandish shit at times that everyone fucking turns and side eyes massively. Also, comes out with useless trivia about probably classic horror movie or slasher movies, adds nothing to the conversation. He just enjoys the cheesy block buster campy slashers and horror movies, no matter how dumb or ridiculous they are, he gets a laugh out of it. Also, attracts a lot of the evil and bad shit a lot. Like Jaden 2.0, yet no fucking idea why. Ekou tends to find himself in what seems to be friendly little duels only for it to be duels where he nearly dies (specifically these happen during his mid to late teens). At this point he's not phased anymore he's more so expecting it and is like "so what is it today, three monkeys trying to disguise as a man while standing on one another or some giant bulking cloaked mysterious man who threatens my friends and loved ones?" He just at this point tries walking away to avoid it yet his ass gets dragged in. Surprisingly fucking smart, he just can't be bothered to do the homework he gets given. Definitely collects magical girl figures. Mainly cause he finds them cute and adorable. Also owns a pet fucking fat tailed gecko he absolutely cherishes and adores. Takes care of it a lot, legit carries it everywhere with him, she just chills on his shoulder, in his jacket or on his head. However, like his dad, he can actually see Duel spirits. It kinda just happened one day when he was like five and he got startled when his duel monster was chilling next to him in bed. Actually treats his duel monsters well, talks to them a lot which...alarms people assuming he is just talking to himself. Also wears snazzy fucking sunglasses cause why not.
Will I ever post more about them? Probably not- I'll probably focus on the current cast etc. Unless I do post more about them then shoot me dead pls.
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always-a-joyful-note · 5 months
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So because I want to record my progression of where I am in the story, I'm posting my impressions of the units so far. (Disclaimer: I haven't read many of the stories, and about half the knowledge I have is from osmosis and spoilers. The other half is actually reading wiki entries and the actual stories. So if these takes are inaccurate, that is probably the point XD)
Without further ado....
fine - unit of 2 rich kids who are sort of trying to be slightly less evil but kind of still are evil, one (1) theatre kid who is just there for the ride and his crush, and a butler with the face of an angel and the threatening aura of a ezekiel-accurate angel in disguise. Also another impression I had of it was one chronically ill idol stan with three of his idol crushes. But they're solid, if slightly flowery; not exactly my style but their songs are good.
Trickstar - literally my sons. Traumatised idiots who choose to continue to see the bright side with a slice of anarchy. They're all so dumb. Their leader looks straight laced but is more insane than his co-leader who is perpetually wearing the ^u^ expression (except when trauma slapped). The other two members are a camera-phobic gamer boy who is also a model and a guy who exudes reliability and sanity but is also kind of an insane workaholic with inferiority issues. I'm adopting them all and their songs are like…both generic but SO sincere you can't hate it.
Ryuseitai - Me when first meeting them: Awww! A power ranger themed unit! So cute! Me, after hearing stuff about the two senior members' lore and how they recruited their youngsters: (clutching my heart, trying not to sob/lose my mind) Aww! A power ranger themed unit! S-so cute! I would die for literally all of them…WHY. Such silly happy sincere tunes sung by such silly, devastating characters??? Found family, to me
Alkaloid - everyone here believes they are holding everyone else back with their psychological problems (Mayoi), disability problems (Tatsumi), ability problems (Aira), or culture shock problems (Hiiro). And yet they're the unit whose songs have mostly all been ones I absolutely loved. Which means the assembly machine factory idols Eichi's got going on are working and idk how I feel about that
Eden - A bunch of guys with severe family issues who probably have never read the bible (well, maybe Nagisa has). So, like, tw inaccurate depictions of the bible? Anyway, deranged quartet of a softie obsessed with cool rocks but really he has sort of a god complex, a guy with a perpetual :D who is as smart as he thinks he is but is also kind of oblivious to all of his other skills and flaws (and thus is a combo of terrifying snake and kind of someone you're sort of humouring because he's funny), a spoiled princess who might have a bit of a savior complex, and a dude who kinda just got swept along for the ride but is actually really fond of them. And it shows in their music.
Valkyrie - Just….theatre kids, who put the drama in dramatic and the intense in intensity (that's definitely not how the expression is used). They also have a very strange thing going on even though they're trying to be healthier, but I'm too afraid to ask. Unfortunately, though, they have some killer compositions and so many references to Classics and Things, not to mention their songs are genuinely good for those who want that quick theatrical vibe
2wink - Adorable twins that I was lured into thinking were the normal mischief twin duo trope but what in the actual ensemble were the writers DOING? They deserve at least half the cw/tw tags. Also, one of them is kinda like Trickstar (just wants to make things brighter) while the other one has schemes and will not hesitate to destroy you while giggling, yes. All that angst but they have such cheery tunes. Like, boys please….
Crazy:B - I mean, with a name like that….listen. You think it's the guy with the metabolism-related medical condition who has a dad implied to be accused of cannibalism and his freeloader who is a literal prince but also constantly broke that would be the most insane. But, no, we also have a fifteen year old assassin who has definitely killed and a guy who is literally both committing identity theft AND helping in witness protection. But, yes, their songs are fun, as is their dynamic. Also…Amagi brothers. Ough.
Undead - This is just…four urban fantasy love interests thrown into a unit. I'm not exactly sure what urban fantasy race Adonis and Kaoru are (though sometimes I'm inclined to think adonis is the protagonist who just kinda got swept along for the ride except he does have the vibe sometimes (aka casually kidnapping HiMERU)) but a vampire and werewolf are very obviously there. Really do love their rock and roll style, like come on (though I sometimes do think it'd be cool if they let Rei's love for jazz into their songs)
Ra*bits - Look. I love them. It really is just a single dad with one of the most messed up backstories doing his best. But like, also, leave them alone please?? The writers really just made them the damsel in distress character that makes Subaru go "oh, I have to take this revolution stuff seriously" and that's not even mentioning all the other stuff they seem to go through??? Like they do not belong in whatever genre Enstars is going for but they make it work but….let them rest. Songs not my style but they fit their vibe of "smile and spread joy" which works cause I do feel joy. Like Trickstar without the revolutionary goals.
Akatsuki - TBH, I'm still kind of wondering why these three (a warrior, a mangaka, and a tailor who used to be a delinquent) are still idols. I mean, they do have talent and traditional aesthetic is fire, and they're definitely sort of found family, but why still idols guys? That said, again, songs not my style but they definitely capture their aesthetic and vibe and that's always cool to me. Also, one of the members was raised in a Buddhist temple and helped with funerals, and I do not know enough about Buddhism enough to say if they portray a Buddhist accurately but given how they portray everyone else's quirks, it probably still has a giant dose of deranged on it.
Knights - HAHAHAHAHA. They're all insane. But they have talent and earned their place in the big three. But that does not make them less insane. That's all because I will go a bit barmy if I think about them too much. Silly, insane knights who enjoy hobbies like kidnapping (affectionate) and dancing/singing (will kill you in a duel)
Switch - Look….at heart, I can't hate these fantasy game isekai themed group. I enjoy their music because I do like the electropop remix/edm thing they have going on. And it DOES kill me that the only two 3-people units (Akatsuki and Switch) both have the dynamic of "a couple of parents and their beloved and most treasured cinnamon roll of a chaotic son." But like Valkyrie, I don't know what's going on with the senior members and am too afraid to ask, especially since they seem fine with it while their son with synesthesia cheers them on.
MaM - He is literally a cowboy. I - is there a thing with Japan and cowboys? And did someone at the writer's table see that samurai, Victorian thief, cowboys, and pirates post? Because somehow, the only member of this unit is all of them. A very stark contrast against his weirdly cheerleader/mom friend songs. I know he has mommy issues (mafia thing, I think) but.....son, are you okay?
Double Face - Yeah, okay, I love them. They might be the murder unit and I still have no clue to their formation but I love it. Put the Victorian cowboy thief samurai pirate and the child assassin together and you get secret agent type music that sounds like it could be in an old spy flick? How can you not love it?
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justaghostingon · 2 years
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Wei Wuxian meets Madam Lan au
I have been watching the untamed, and this idea came to me.
Madam Lan somehow manages so survive her illness and lives to the time when the cloud resesses arc happens.
Life isn’t much better for Madam lan, she still only gets to see her sons once a month, but she and they treasure the days they are together
Enter Wei ying.
Wei ying goes exploring, and discovers Madam lan’s house tucked away in a corner of the cloud resesses. Being Wei Ying, he has no idea who Madam lan is and why she’s in seclusion.
Madam lan, incredibly lonely, does not explain why, instead inviting him in for tea, and soaking up the human interaction
Wei ying, being wei ying, has a lot to say, about his sister and brother, his home, how strict all the rules are, etc. He’s thrilled to meet a Lan who also agrees that the extensive rules are dumb. Madam lan in turn is pleased to meet someone not completely brainwashed by all the Lan rules
But probably the best part of Wei ying’s visit is his absolute favorite topic: talking about lan zhan. Madam lan soaks up all knowledge of her son’s life outside her house like a sponge, and Wei ying is so thrilled to have someone willing to listen as his siblings and friends have long since gotten tired of hearing him complain (read fawn) over Lan zhan
Madam Lan, being an adult who is familiar with Lan zhan’s micro expressions, can read between the lines and see both Wei ying’s obvious crush, and lan zhan’s probably mutual crush. She finds this adorable, and encourages wei ying to keep at it, giving advice on gifts and dates she knows lan zhan would enjoy
When wei ying leaves, Madam zhan invites him back, but warns him to tell no one he visited her, as she’s technically in “seclusion for her health” she also warns him not to come the day her son’s will visit, but doesn’t tell him why.
Wei ying, being wei ying, follows the letter but not the law, and drags his jiang cheng and nie huasang to meet her without telling them where they arw going. Jiang cheng and nie huasang are a little more suspicious of a strange lan living alone, but hey, the lans are weird. They’re just glad they have a place to hide their alcohol now.
Wei ying also brings his sister, and even strong arms Wen Qing, because he figures Madam Lan must want some female company. Madam Lan is delighted, especially with Wen Qing’s medical knowledge and Jiang Yanli’s everything. She insists they come again. Wen Qing likes her so much she brings Wen ning with her the next time.
Wei Ying however, is not an idiot. He notices that Madam Lan is paying the most attention when Wei ying mentions Lan zhan and his brother. He also notices that lan zhan’s mother is never mentioned, ever, even when wei ying deliberately asks about her. He even gets in trouble for it with Lan Quiren
The final clue is when on the day Wei ying is not allowed to visit, Lan zhan and lan xichen are nowhere to be found. Wei ying decides to test this theory by sneaking to madam lan’s house, and sees them having tea with her
He climbs a tree to be closer to hear more, and hear’s Madam Lan teasing lan zhan about “a cute boy” lan zhan is visibly flustered
Wei ying leans forward, desperate to know who could ever be good enough to catch Lan Zhan’s eye…
The branch breaks
Wei ying falls. He tries to run away, but the lan’s have already seen him.
Wei ying tries to get out of it, but lan xichen is to polite (and a little suspicious) and invites him to join them. Wei ying and Madam lan proceed to pretend (badly) that they don’t know each other
Lan zhan is jealous of wei ying’s easy chemistry with his mother, and jealous his mother can actually get along with wei Ying, and just all together put out. Madam lan tries to make up for it by giving him hugs but that is only making him more embarrassed
Just when wei ying and madam lan think they’re in the clear, Wen Ning shows up to deliver a medication his sister thought would help her.
Both wei ying and madam lan panic, but its to late, Madam Lan’s secret meetings with the other kids has been exposed to her sons.
Both sons are jealous that these others have been able to see their mom more than they’re able too, but lan xichen hides it better, gently scolding wei ying for not respecting lan rules, and Madam Lan because “mother ur supposed to know better”
Madam lan and wei ying both try to take the blame, neither willing to let the other do so. Madam lan says she didn’t explain why she was in isolation because she was just so lonely, and begs lan xichen not to punish wei ying. Wei ying says he’s just a rule breaker so he should be punished
Lan xichen (a mama’s boy) quickly crumbles and says they can continue to visit his mom, but they have to be “under supervision” aka if they get to see his mom, he (and lan zhan) get to be there!
Also no one can tell Lan Quiren.
Lan zhan is very upset with this arrangement, as he is not nearly as good at managing his jealousy as his brother, but he reluctantly agrees not to tell, provided he can go too. He probably is very grumpy around wei ying for a long time.
Lan zhan softens a bit when wei ying points out how all his mother wanted to do was talk about him, and his mom reassures Lan zhan she still loves him way more than all her other guests (not including his brother, obviously)
Thus Madam Lan gets to have friends, and also meet her future Son-in-law, for whom she has already started planning the wedding.
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𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗼 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿: ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ
disclaimer: in this universe the grabber doesn't exist and everyones still alive<3 also alot of cusing and bullying <3
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Robin has been yours for a little over a month now he’s protected you from bullies mostly moose and his stinky goons. But today was a different story Robin called you at around 6:00 in the morning before school while you were brushing your hair and he looked awful his face was pale his eyes are baggy and red around his eyelids and his voice was raspy. “Robbin what happened to you you look like a sick ghost but bad” you almost yelled when you saw his face through your phone screen. “Im a little sick right now i think ill be at school tomorrow but not today im sorry my princesa“ he say making it through his sentence, his usually smooth lulling voice now sounding dry and like he might start coughing any minute now. After a little bit of conversation and alot of “i love you do much get better love” and “im fine im fine just a cold” you have your backpack on and your walking to school with your childhood best friend finney blake you have know each other for ever and he and gwen played matchmaker with you and robin, as gwen bring your only female friend and robin being finneys best friend they figured out your crushes for each other prettty quick. “Wheres robin i thought he naver missed a day?” Finney said his voice laced with concern for his friend. “Hes sick, he says he just has a cold but he looks awful he said he will be back tomorrow” you said looking at finn with disappointment in your eyes. “ while on the topic, wheres gwen i hope shes not sick too!” You said worried that your school had a mini cold epidemic. “Shes walking with her 6th grader friends again” finn said rolling his eyes wondering why she would hang out with a group of gossiping blabbering teenagers. You chuckled at his remark but that chuckle soon turned into a dead cold terrified stare. Seeing your expression he looked up and said “whats wrong you look funny” “ Moose” you said as the crusty looking kid approached “oh shit” finn said under his breath as moose shouted out with his goons behind him “ hey wimps is your dream boy not here to protect you today huh?” He mocked in a baby voice to finney and you “DONT FUCKING CALL ROBIN THAT YOU SHITHEAD HE COULD BEAT YOUR ASS AND BREAK A BONE” you yelled furiously they insulted your boyfriend and yours and finneys best friend that could beat them with a flick of his finger. “Oh and what are you gonna do about it cry?” Moose spat out “shut up moose no ine wants to hear you opinion, come on y/n lets go their not worth it” finney said about to turn around but before he could take a step you charged at moose and socked him in his jaw and kicked his stomach while yelling profanities. “Oh u little shit you gonna die!” He yelled at you as he got up and hit you over and over and over your blood streaming down your face you dont even know where it was comming from anymore. Then a distressed voice yelled “stop cant you see shes got the point just stop” Finney? He was on the verge of tears and moose and his gang backed up “fine but dont think your getting off so easy next time” he doat out as a threat. “Oh my god im so glad your okay….well i mean your not OK but i just glad you survived ima bring you to robins house and then head off to class you really cant go to school today so ill let robin patch you up” he finishes as he hugs your sore body happy your alright.
~~time skip to when you knock on robins door~~
You stumbled up to your boyfriends house your knuckles were too sore so you lightly kicked it with the last bit of strength you had. Luckily he heard the door and came downstairs and opened it “OH MY OH MY OH MY PRINCESA WHAT HAPPED ARE YOU OKAY ONG WAIT NO YOU ARENT COME INSIDE SIT ON THE COUCH” he said in a worried panic “WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU” “moose and his dumb goons happened” you managed to speak out even though he had busted you lip. “Ill fuck him up so bad he wont ever stand again but for now let’s get you patched up i hate seeing my princesa hurt” he said as he wrapped you up kissing every non bleeding or burning bruise or cut on you. “I love you so much please dont ever let them hurt you like that again..” robin said almost as a question “i wont I promise i dont wanna make you sad” you said as you were laying your head onto robins chest both you you laying on the couch. You soon fall asleep and beofre robin falls asleep he kisses your forehead and whispers “goodnight princesa sweet dreams” he’s the most loving person you ever knew even though he looks tough but theres no one else you would rather have in the whole world.
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okay thats the end sorry my grammar is crap and im not good at writing alot but thats the Robin fic no one asked for ik alot of things are probably mispelled but its midnight and i dont wanna read thru it
anyways pls suggest some things you want i have a list of what i post on my blog and if your not sure or cant find it just message me and if i can ill do it as soon as possible
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