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cottonlemonade · 7 months ago

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Dating You For A Bet [Part 2]

word count: 1756 || avg. reading time: 8 mins.

pairing: University AU!Matsukawa x chubby!Reader

genre: angst

warnings: bullying

[part 1]

The following days were miserable. Between dodging Matsukawa lurking outside your dorm and having to see him in most of your seminars and lectures it was hard to pretend that you didn’t care, much to the delight of the fellow students who apparently had nothing better to do or collectively lost their WiFi and were starved for entertainment. They threw glances between the two of you as if following a tennis match, although you were stubbornly pretending to follow the lesson while Issei just listlessly stared at his closed book.

He had tried to talk to you after lectures, during lunch, or when he ran into you at the convenience store but to no avail. You remained strong, frequently reminding yourself that everything from your first kiss to the first time sleeping together was solely done to win a bet. A bet! To him, you were nothing more than some easily manipulated, naive girl from a country he probably didn’t even know how to spell. The three crumpled notes from that day were still at the bottom of your trash can, unread, and now buried under more paper scraps, gum wrappers, and empty juice boxes. Your roommate hadn’t noticed or questioned why you didn’t leave in the evenings anymore to go on dates. Chances were that she had read about the whole thing online.

You were tired of it all. The initial burst of energy you felt, fueled by nothing but spite, had finally ebbed away and at this point, Christmas was drawing nearer and nearer and you ran on fumes. Having tried to deep dive into homework and assignments had left you fatigued and vulnerable, so it came to no surprise that a month after the break up you couldn’t take it anymore. You had figured that the other students would eventually move on to the next shiny thing but not so. A small group of boys and girls stood in front of the library with coffee cups steaming in their hands. You braced yourself inwardly. You just wanted to quickly return a book and then you’d be on your way again. When you approached them they interrupted their conversation to very obviously look you up and down as if judging your post-break-up fashion choices.

“I just knew there had to be a reason for him dating her.”, one of them said, deliberately loud enough for you to hear.

“Oh my god, I know right? I can’t believe she fell for it. I mean, what would someone like him ever see in someone like her.”, another piped up.

“Honestly kudos to him, I dunno if I could have gotten it up with her in bed.” They laughed.

You stopped on your way up the stairs. Matsukawa stood in front of you just coming out of the building, a tattered, well-annotated book in hand and his bag half-hearted slung over his shoulder.

The group of friends gasped quietly and hushed each other, waiting.

“Y/n…”, Issei said softly, then snapped at the others, “Don’t you have somewhere to be?!”

They laughed again but hurried inside.

“Y/-“

He couldn’t even finish the word. You had already turned around and walked away. And he would have let you get the space you needed if he didn’t see you cry. Readjusting his bag he slowly made his way down the steps and followed you, a couple of meters behind.

Whenever you missed your family he had tried to bring a bit of home to you with a traditional dish he knew you loved - that he usually messed up - or by watching a Disney movie in your native language while snuggling up on his bed under a blanket. But what had helped you most of all when you were upset was always a simple hug. And he never let go first. He made sure that you knew he would hold you as long as you needed. When you first told him you loved him he was wracked with guilt. He had since come to realize how messed up the whole thing was and tried to get out of it. He lied when his friends asked him if he had completed the bet but his roommate had only patted him on the back and accused him of being modest. And he, Issei, had forced a smile and accepted the money feeling like the most disgusting person in the world. The money still sat untouched in his sock drawer. He didn’t want to use it. He felt ashamed of himself but whenever he spent time with you he was weirdly glad that he agreed to the bet. Otherwise, who knows if he would have walked up to you as he had. Privately, to make himself feel better, he thought, of course he would have.

He would have noticed eventually how amazing you were.

He would have eventually seen how much you two had in common, that in all actuality you were his dream girl.

He would have. Eventually. Wouldn’t he?

Probably not, he had to admit. Ever since puberty hit him like a truck he walked around with a newfound level of confidence. This must have been what it was like for Oikawa back then - girls doing a double take and smiling when they saw him, little admiring love notes tucked quickly into his workbook when he wasn’t looking. All the attention slowly rose to his head and he became arrogant, leading to agreeing to a bet he would have punched his friends for in high school.

Hands in his pockets and breath forming little clouds in front of him, Issei’s heart broke all over again when he caught a small sound from you like a sniffle or a sob. As if on reflex his hand slid into the front of his bag to check for tissues, then remembered you probably wouldn’t accept them.

You finally came to a halt at a bench near your dorm. You spun around and stared at him icily through red puffy eyes.

“Stop following me. You know this is creepy, right?”

“I prefer to see it as romantic.”

You scoffed. “It’s only romantic if feelings are reciprocated.”

He swallowed hard. “… I deserved that.” Then he reached into his bag and retrieved a water bottle, walked a little closer, and held it out.

“Here, drink something. I can see you squinting like you do when you’re about to get a massive headache, come on.”

You had a retort ready to launch but your head was starting to pound from the crying so with a scowl you took it and gulped down a few sips.

“None of this makes what you did okay.”, you said, unwavering.

He nodded. “I know. - Can I hold you anyway? Just til you stop crying.”

His question made new tears well in your eyes and he closed the gap between you. Before he hugged you, he hesitated in case you would kick and scream if he did. When you only continued to cry he wrapped his arms around you. At first, it was like hugging a mannequin. Then he felt you shiver and sob harder and he squeezed you tighter.

This, the warmth of him, smell of him, soothing murmurs in your ear, made it all too easy to forget for a moment why he wasn’t yours anymore.

You subconsciously grabbed onto his jacket and he started slowly swaying from side to side. He missed you so damn much. His eyes began to sting.

And on reflex like he always had, he pressed his lips against your temple, then against your cheek, then your lips. You stiffened for a moment, then returned the kiss. With his heart swelling in his chest, he cupped your cheeks to wipe away the tears, but you were already pushing him away.

“No! You can’t just… this is not okay. You hurt me! You … you broke my heart! I feel embarrassed! And pathetic. And betrayed! Don't you understand?!”

His vision blurred and he lowered his head to stare at your shoes again to hide that he started crying as well. He just nodded at first, then took a shallow breath to calm down a little.

“I know.”, he said, his voice thick and raspy. He cleared his throat, “What I did was horrible. And immature. And there is no way I can take it back. But I do love you.”

“Tch.”

“So much. I don’t want to be without you.”

“Would you give me another chance?”, you asked suddenly.

He looked up. “What?”

“If you were in my shoes. If I did to you what you did to me. Could you just get over that? Imagine if someone way out of your league started flirting with you because they thought it was funny. Because they wanted to see if they could make you fall in love. For fun.”

“That’s not… I’m so so sorry, Y/n.”

“Stop saying that!”

“I don’t know what else to do! Please, tell me, I’ll do anything!”

“There is nothing you can do! I told you it’s over!”

“I refuse to believe that! Let me show you how much I love you! I know that some part of you still loves me, too. And I know you’ll forgive me eventually because you’re a much better person than I am.”

“I think you severely underestimate just how petty I can be and how much I love holding grudges.”, you retorted and the smallest smile twitched on his lips.

There was a pause in which his expression turned gentler again and he used the sleeve of his jacket to mop up the tears gathering on his chin. “Tell me what I can do.”

“Actually show me that you’re sorry? - And find better friends.”

“Done.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”, he said firmly, “You’ll see.”

“Hm hm.”, you said doubtfully and held out the bottle to him, “Thanks for the water. I should get going.”

“Book club tonight, right?”, he asked. It was still set as a permanent reminder in his phone’s calendar so that he’d come to pick you up afterward to walk you to your dorm.

“Actually… I have a date.”

You waited for a moment before you dared to look at him again. His face had fallen and he seemed at a loss for words. When you brushed past him you half expected him to grab your hand again, to try to talk you out of it. But nothing. He stood exactly where you left him and so you went inside.

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[part 3]

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ridingtorohan · 7 months ago

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Generic Headcanons for the Tulpar Crew!

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Curly can't bowl. Absolutely can not. As coordinated as he is, this sport is absolutely not under his forte. Somehow, he gets all strikes or only one pin down.

Used to have a bubble blowing pipe as a kid. Still collects bubble blowers but doesn't really use them.

Sentimental in that he doesn't throw gifts away, even if he knows he won't use them. Has them neatly packed away in boxes

His hair is usually slightly frizzy and brushed on trips but back at home, he does the full oil, scrunch, curl routine, resulting in amazing curls

Prefers vanilla ice cream

Diagnosed insomniac. Sleeps like the dead when he does actually sleep; his heart rate slows down a lot so he actually scared a few roommates in the past

Hairy chest

Usually wears two shirts. After the crash, he's far more sensitive to temperature changes and bundles up, even if it's sweltering outside

Has a nasty scar on his knee from when he tripped as a kid. Didn't get stitches but probably should've

Listens to a mix of rock and foreign music, even when he doesn't know what they're saying

Wanted to be an astronaut but settled for becoming a pilot

Curly was an only child to a single mother. She had a serious disease that had him taking care of them both at a young age. He used the insurance money to become a pilot. She really believed in his dream.

Slightly colorblind (mixes up yellow and green) but by the time he's an adult he's able to tell the shades apart, so it didn't affect his pilot's course

Really enjoys raisin toast and cheese whiz.

A little forgetful. Usually keeps a notepad in his pocket or his keys on a long string

Can imitate accents really well, especially Southern drawls

Has English ancestry

Secretly terrified of the concept of the immortal snail

Daisuke sings horribly, but in such a charismatic way that somehow gets everyone joining in.

Does very bad puppetry, usually with socks. However, he's surprisingly good at miming.

He likes to draw!

He alternates between being the absolute boss at video games vs scoring almost nothing.

However! He's the absolute king at dance dance revolution and guitar hero.

Can't sit still for puzzles but surprisingly has a lot of fun with games like candy crush (and is really good at it)

Likes lemon hard candies

Pours whipped cream on anything. Bread? Whipped cream. Coffee? Whipped cream. Swansea had to kick that habit out of him

On that note: sweet tooth

Drools in his sleep and has the worst bedhead known to man

Has three sisters, all older and with set careers. He loves them a lot, despite feeling inadequate sometimes. He also has two moms!

Can't hold his liquor BUT surprisingly can never get drunk off of cold medicine

Watches a lot of thrillers, action and romcoms. Is always captivated by them (and cries a little when the couple gets together)

Quotes Mean Girls a lot

Was definitely a Disney kid. Belts into Lion King songs all the time (Swansea wants to strangle him)

Listens to screamo when he's tinkering with machines (usually with cars or where he can't readily change the songs)

Otherwise has a playlist that has songs from every genre. Never skips any of them.

Believes in sasquatch. Vehemently.

Tends to have bad luck with electronics, usually sparking himself somehow. His electronics usually have a lot of scuff marks and dented corners but surprisingly no cracked screens

Fluent in Spanish and passing in at least three other languages

Knows beauty routines better than most people do (including social media infleuncers)

Either has flawless skin or has a strict routine to prevent breakouts.

Definitely had a crush on Marty McFly poster in his bedroom. Still does.

Jimmy is, surprisingly, a good writer. He usually drops them only a few chapters in, but they're captivating and really enriched

Taps his foot a lot

Scrunches up his face when he's concentrating, often comically so

Absolutely hates black coffee but refuses to drink any other.

Says he hates the song that's playing but 9/10 he'll be nodding along to it. Absolutely despises Swansea and Anya's playlists

If the person he hates likes a song/movie/snack, he'll absolutely hate it. Even if he loved it before.

Sleeps with his arms crossed and head tipped back

Knows a lot about a bit of everything but in a weird way. Such as how to replace a car radio but not how to hot wire a car

Acts like the "tsundere" trope where he's mean if he likes someone

Prefers uniform clothing and goes for simple button ups otherwise

Somehow always finds himself at the receiving end of gossip. He knows all the tea but doesn't care enough to share it

Crazy skilled at board games, especially strategy and Monopoly. May or may not cheat. The absolute biggest sore loser

Mint or rocky road is his go-to ice cream snack. eats ice cream cones from the bottom up

Really good at visual puzzle solving. ("How many cubes are there?", mazes, etc)

Plays guitar and does it well. Favourite song to play is probably Country Roads

Hates the song Pumped Up Kicks. The school he used to go to before meeting Curly had way too many incidents to be comfortable.

Somehow, he does really well at baking those fancy deserts. Souffles, creme brulees, macarons, caramel, you name it. Probably would have made it as a chef somewhere

Always packs light and never keeps anything. Doesn't even have cards to the stores he frequents a lot.

Usually has a lighter or one of those "7 tools in 1" tool in his pocket.

Gets super bored with horror and nature documentaries. A fan of thriller and action though.

Somehow winds up with 57 pens in his drawers. He's never sure where they come from.

Likes to keep his facial hair short or with a shadow. It makes him feel unkempt if he goes longer.

He's more of a hands-on kind of guy, preferring to be outside in the fresh air instead of reading a book or watching TV.

Salted pretzels are his go-to snack.

Anya wears contacts (based on the soundtrack cover art)

Licks her finger before turning a page of the book and dog-ears to bookmark it

Always has ink smudges on her fingers. She never knows how it gets there

Twirls pens when she's lost in thought

She has a neutral resting face, so when she smiles or frowns, it crinkles a bit but you can always tell it's genuine

Never keeps her hair short; it always leaves her itchy. Closest she'll get is chin length

She's definitely a homebody

She doesn't often like switching hobbies but when she does, she focuses all her attention on it. However, it takes her a really long time to master it, leaving her discouraged.

Had difficulties in school.

All her books are filled with highlighted passages and writings in the margin

Tummy sleeper with her face smooshed in a pillow

Sleepwalks in a horrifying way. She'll stand at the foot of the bed and say cryptic things like, "He knows you're here" before walking away. Doesn't remember it the next day.

Prefers tea over coffee and dark chocolate

Doesn't really care for ice cream but likes freezies and Gelato

Prefers dogs over cats and loves labradors, even though she doesn't have the energy for them

Never could stomach the smell of puke or fecal matter

Doesn't know how to swim

Absolutely burns in the sun, no matter how much sun screen she uses.

She drives with audio books on, or while she's studying. Constant interruptions stress her out

Knows how to play the flute!

Has a few Russian lullabies memorized and knows the translations for them, though she doesn't know much Russian otherwise.

Mother died young, so it was her and her dad for a long time. She never felt like she lived up to his expectations.

Really close to her cousin growing up, who acted like an older sister to her.

Somehow, knows all the obscure lore about haunted locations and folklore. While she believes in ghosts, she doesn't believe in other entities.

Never swears. It's just not who she is.

Anya listens to a lot of indie and instrumental music.

She once had a pet parakeet named Timothy but gave it to her cousin when she tried to study for med school.

She has a music box, gifted to her by her mother before her passing. It's one of her prized possessions. Anya plays it before sleeping.

She likes to watch silent movies, black and white, and those that relate to her experiences in life.

Audrey Hepbern is consequently her favourite actress.

While most of her books are educational or self-help, she owns a few classics like Moby Dick and Pride & Prejudice.

Swansea knows how to crochet

He's a GOD at gambling. Everyone is sure that he's cheating, but it's honestly a lot of skill

While he doesn't know any other languages, he knows enough basic phrases to navigate in most foreign countries.

Very old in his ways (men must be gentlemen type thing) but progressive in others

Doesn't vote

Annoyed when Daisuke arrived in his floral shirt. Not because Daisuke skirted past the full uniform but because Swansea owns a lot of them (and oddly enough, many that match with Daisuke). So he never gets out of uniform

Can fall asleep anywhere

He's the fastest typer out of the Tulpar crew, second only to Daisuke

Still uses a Nokia phone though

Listens to podcasts or radio stations, but if he ever sits down for TV, it's usually dramas (think, SVU or Young & The Restless). Gets super invested in the soap dramas, even if he swears he doesn't or otherwise. He knows everyone's names and backstories off hand.

Gets grumpy if you turn off the show he's watching.

Tried growing a beard once. Never again

Keeps photos of his entire family in his wallet. Mother? There. Wife? There. Kids? There. His dentist? Somehow, there.

Never went to AA. He doesn't exactly deter people from drinking, but he'll outright shove people in chairs and take their car keys if they're too drunk to drive

Owns a really beat-up sports car. The upkeep is horrible, but it's what he got in the divorce, and he won't trade it for anything. Let Daisuke drive it exactly once (1)

Took wrestling and boxing in his youth! He gives a mean right hook. He still has the arm muscles from it

Absolutely cannot stand sticky, tacky items. Hates the feel of gum on his hands. Okay with chewing it.

Very efficient at multitasking! Even if it looks like he's focused on something, he notices things from his peripheral vision asap. Also weirdly attuned to Daisuke and just knows when he's grabbing something that he shouldn't

Scary good intuition about people.

Absolute king at barbecuing. Steak is his favourite food, especially accompanied with beer (he misses those days), roasted mini potatoes and garlic vegetables.

Makes the meanest stew and soup you've ever known. Throws the absolute wildest ingredients into the pot, but it comes out miraculous every time.

Adds salt and pepper to his meal anytime anyone else is cooking. Even if it was adequately seasoned

Knows how to ride a horse!

His part of the city isn't the best (high crime rate), but all the kids know his name and go to him whenever they need to escape from home or a warm meal. He doesn't know why they're so drawn to him, but something about Swansea makes them feel secure. It's put him in the good graces of the not-so-good folk and he's left well enough alone by them.

Definitely owns a shotgun and probably had to fend thieves away from his home prior to that though.

Definitely has Irish and Scottish ancestry. Maybe a bit of German.

#mouthwashing #mouthwashing headcanon #curly #jimmy #swansea #anya #daisuke #mouthwashing curly #mouthwashing jimmy #mouthwashing anya #mouthwashing daisuke #mouthwashing swansea #mouthwashing headcanons #:// how did swansea end up with so many?

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avaf00rd · 11 months ago

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Fireworks?

Leah Williamson x reader

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“Mumma when can we see the fireworks?” Your 4 year old daughter Lila asked Leah, who was holding her

“The fireworks aren’t for a few hours sweets. But I promise I will take you to the fireworks, we will go extra early just for you” your wife replied

“Really?” Your daughter piped up, looking at you brightly for confirmation

“We promise” you said.

Most people remember that one thing they were completely obsessed with as a toddler. And for your own daughter it was fireworks. The Disney firework display was pretty much the only reason you booked the day at Disneyland on your short trip to America with Leah’s family.

“Mummy when is Uncle Jacob and Grandma coming?” Your daughter asked, who was now in your arms. As the three of you waited in the line for the dumbo ride

“Very soon” you nodded

“It will be before fireworks start right?”

“Yes Lila I promise it will be before the fireworks” you smiled at her. You and Leah had learnt that you always had to make promises with Lila about basically anything, otherwise she refuses to believe you

“She knows it’s not even mid day right?” Leah asked you, humorously rolling her eyes at her daughter

You had made it to the front of the line and the ride before you had finished just as you were let in. “Just for three please” Leah had told the worker at the front as she pointed to your elephant

Leah got in first so she could grab Lila from your arms before you got in. Once your daughter was strapped in between the two of you, she was swinging her legs in excitement

“Excited Lila?” Your wife asked, sharing a smile of awe with you when Lila clapped her hands and squealed.

An hour later your brother in Law and your Mother in Law both joined your little family for the rest of the day. You, Leah and Amanda were buying bottles of water for everyone and had left Lila with Jacob. When they came back your daughter was seen still on his shoulders, but with a rather large bright pink slurpee in her possession.

“Jacob Williamson” you scowled with your arms folded

“When she looks down at me with that little pout I can’t say no” he said in defense

“Mumma fireworks?” Leah was asked by your daughter in the moment. Leah letting out a soft laugh

“Not just yet, keep hanging in there” Leah laughed with Amanda, ruffling up Lila’s hair.

Later, Leah had somehow convinced you to go on the scariest ride at the park with her. And it was too late to back out.

“C’mon baby it’s not that scary when you are on it” Leah said holding your hand as you two waited in line. You had left Lila with Jacob and Amanda to go do something else, as Leah was obsessed with Amusement park rides and you both couldn’t take her on these rides. Lila insisted on watching her mum’s on the ride form the bottom.

“Mummy is going to hate this” Lila giggled to her grandma.

“I think you might be right” Amanda laughed with her as they watched Leah reassure you over and over again that it’s not that bad, a fearful look on your face.

As you both got into your seats and the safety bar was lowered you started to panic. “No no no I can’t do this” you squeezed your eyes shut as you kicked your legs back and forth stressing

“Yes you can, yes you can” Leah reassured you, squeezing your hand three times. Like she always did, signalling ‘I love you’

“No Leah I don’t want to I don’t want to” you whined, heart picking up as it started to move

The ride would rock around and go upside down you had learnt from watching it before you got on. You were far from as excited as your wife

“C’mon I’ve got you. I’m so excited!” Leah squealed. Exactly like her daughter

You screamed in Leah’s ear the whole ride, cussing too many times to count and never letting go of the tight grip you had on her hand. At one point you did look over at her and saw her laughing like nothing else, making you enjoy it more

“The ground!” You exclaimed as your feet touched the ground after the ride once the bar was lifted from both of your bodies. Feeling shaky in the knees before gripping onto your wife’s shoulder for support

“You did it!” Leah high-fived you excitedly.

“I did it!” You said proud, surprised you had dipped into your fear of rides and heights

“Mummy you did amazing!” Lila also said once you had reached her and her grandma outside the gate. Arms spread out for you so you could grab her

“Thank you honey” you said kissing her cheek

“But can we see fireworks now?”

“We have to wait until it’s dark. Which is very soon. Should we get some dinner now?” You asked her to keep her mind off of her awaited fireworks

“Mhm” she nodded before resting her head on your shoulder as you all walked to find food.

10:28

“Mumma how much longer?” Lila asked Leah. She sat in her lap as the two of them faced the castle which the fireworks would come from

“Two minutes baby” Leah said checking her phone

“Yay!” Lila said, too loud, making other people around you chuckle slightly at her adorable excitement

Before you knew it the speakers introduced the count down for the firework display and your daughter absolutely screamed when it was done and the first fireworks were set off. Getting excited as they were frozen themed at the start, with her favourite soundtrack playing on the speakers

You got videos of your daughter singing alone with Leah, both of them shrieking with excitement when a new song they both loved would play.

For most of it, you and your wife both would just stare at your tiny human as she watched the fireworks with such awe. The smile it brought to her face, and the toddler squeal when an extra loud firework would go off.

“You happy baby?” You asked Lila over the noise

“Yes mummy” She nodded and gave you a peck on your lips, you immediately locking eyes with Leah, a loving pout on your lips from your daughter’s sweetness.

“And are you happy baby?” Leah asked you

“More than happy” you said before finally locking lips with her amongst the golden fireworks, whilst ‘I see the light’ from Tangled played in the background.

You were living a movie every day with your little family.

#leah williamson #leah williamson fanfic #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #woso #arsenal women

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frankhierrot · 15 days ago

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I said I'd make it, and I finally did.

Behold!

Isekai Disney Villains!

(Pretty self-explanatory, hope you enjoy!)

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Under the cover of night, in the heart of Toontown, lies the famous House of Mouse, a place that's constantly bustling with entertainment, excitement, and high-end guests! No one ever leaves this place unsatisfied!

"Blast that damned rodent! I swear, one of these days I'll finally take over that club of his!"

... Well, no one but the villains, as usual. Especially not after yet another failed attempt at taking over the House of Mouse.

Hades rolled his eyes at Jafar's rant, running his hand over his head to slick back his flames and pinching the bridge of his nose before his form manifests beside him in a puff of smoke, an arm draped over the sorcerer's shoulder.

"Jaffy, buddy, pal. When are ya gonna give up on taking over the place, huh? It's been years, and honestly, it's been fun at first, but now it feels like a chore, ya know? And constantly bein' beat by the rat and his friends doesn't make it any better."

Hades groaned, leaning his full weight against Jafar, whose face morphed in displeasure at both the Greek God's words and actions.

"He's absolutely right."

Piped up Cruella as she strides over.

"I get that we're villains and all but I've got a reputation to keep up with! Failure is NOT a good look on me, especially when it's worn repeatedly."

She dramatically sighed, taking a drag of smoke and unintentionally (or intentionally) blowing it off in Ursula's direction, causing her to hack and glare at Cruella as she fanned off the smoke.

"You never looked good in the first place..."

Ursula quipped with a scowl, only smirking to herself at the familiar sound of Cruella's offended gasp. Captain Hook merely rolled his eyes before finally speaking up.

“Ahem. Seeing as we’re indefinitely kicked out of the House of Mouse, how about, rather than moping around in our misfortune, we conduct ourselves like true villains… and revel in it?”

Captain Hook suggested with a wicked smirk. The group turned to him with raised brows. Jafar was the first to speak.

“Captain, you can’t seriously be suggesting we throw ourselves a pity party...?”

Hook frowned, clearly offended.

“No, not a pity party,” he snapped.

“A celebration of villainy! A night of unrepentant mischief and mayhem, just like the good old days!”

Ursula brightened at the suggestion, a wicked grin curling her lips.

“Hmm, I could use a little pick-me-up after that embarrassing defeat. It’s been ages since I stretched these legs!” Several of her tentacles flexed in anticipation.

Hades shrugged lazily. “Eh, I’ve got nothin’ better to do tonight, so, why not?”

Jafar sighed, rolling his eyes before adjusting his cape. “Fine. I suppose a little villainy is better than stewing in disgrace.”

Cruella grinned, producing her car keys from her fur coat with a dramatic flourish.

“In that case, we’re taking my car~!”

She sang the words like a declaration of war as she strutted off toward the club’s parking garage.

The group stood in silence for a beat, eyes tracking her as she disappeared around the corner. Concern flickered across their features, each one acutely aware of Cruella's... reputation with vehicles.

“Uhm… should we be concerned?...” Hook asked, voicing what they were all thinking.

Hades gave another shrug, his grin a little too sharp and uncertain.

“Eh, it’ll be fine. I’m sure it’ll be fun. I mean, what’s she gonna do? Get us run over by a truck?”

And that’s exactly what happened a few hours later.

It had all started innocently enough. The villains stopped by some casinos, got drunk, cheated at cards, and caused general mayhem. For once, they were actually getting along.

Until Cruella got a little too excited, barreling down the roads drunk behind the wheel, swerving through who-knows-where. Not that the others were much better. Hades, with his god-like alcohol tolerance, was the only one remotely sober.

Then it happened. Just as they were about to speed through a quiet intersection, a truck appeared, seemingly from out of nowhere.

They had no time to react. The blinding lights. The screech of tires. The sickening impact—

Then… silence.

As quickly as it came, it was over. When the shock wore off, they finally registered the change.

They were no longer on the cemented streets of Toontown, they weren't even in Toontown anymore.

They now stood inside a towering, shadowed castle. It's architecture was gothic and menacing, with intricately designed stained glass windows casting ominous lighting across the room. The floor beneath them was cold stone.

At their feet, a massive summoning circle that pulsed with a crimson light, etched in runes and thrumming with dark energy.

“What the—”

“You mad woman!”

Hook’s scream cut off Hades’ muttered curse. The pirate captain’s hair was disheveled as he turned on Cruella, who sat groaning with a hand to her head, battling a major hangover.

“Your reckless driving nearly got us all killed!” Hook barked, staggering slightly as he pointed his hook at her.

“Oh, like you’re any better,” Cruella shot back, her voice raspy. “It was your bright idea that got us in that mess in the first place!”

As the two launched into a full-blown shouting match, Ursula groaned and pushed herself up from the cold stone floor.

“Ugh… Rather than yell about it, how about we figure out where we are first?” she grumbled, smoothing down her mussed hair with a scowl.

Jafar’s attention, meanwhile, had turned to the glowing summoning circle beneath them. He studied it closely, his eyes narrowing in faint awe.

“What strange sorcery is this…?” he murmured, reaching down to trace one of the lines etched into the stone floor.

The circle’s glow began to fade, dimming to a dull red. And only then did Jafar notice:

The summoning circle was drawn in blood.

「異世界の愚か者どもよ！我らが偉大にして慈悲深き魔王様に召喚されたことを光栄に思い、ひれ伏して忠誠を誓うのだ！」

The villains flinched in surprise as the high pitched voice boomed throughout the chamber, bouncing off stone and shadow like thunder. Their eyes shot up toward the raised dais.

There, atop the steps, stood a short, winged woman with a spear-tipped tail, clad in tight clown-like attire—complete with exaggerated ruffles, a pointed hat, and heavy theatrical makeup. She struck a dramatic pose beside a massive, ornate throne, its occupant cloaked in impenetrable shadow.

「聞こえぬのか！？この恩知らずな召喚獣どもが、跪け！」

The clown woman shrieked again, clearly offended, her painted face twisted in a scowl. The villains exchanged confused glances, none of them understanding a word she had just said.

Before the clown woman could continue, the seated figure raised a hand in a quiet gesture. Immediately, the clown woman obediently fell silent and bowed deeply.

The chamber stilled.

Then, the figure rose slowly, shadows peeling away from their form like mist retreating from dawnlight. A chilling, unnatural quiet fell over the room. The villains, once bickering and confused, now stared up in a kind of breathless paralysis.

Even Hades, the Lord of the Underworld himself, felt his flames dim.

The figure descended the dais, their cloak falling like a shadow across the stone steps. Each stride was precise, deliberate, their armor gleaming darkly under the light. Jagged and ornate, the plate mail clanked softly with each step. Less like metal, and more like the ticking of an ancient clock counting down to something terrible.

With every step they took, the air grew heavier, denser. The darkness in the room didn’t just remain. It watched.

And then the villains saw the figure in full.

The stranger stood clad in blood-red armor, each piece etched with runes that seemed to writhe when stared at too long. Their gauntlets ended in sharp, clawed fingers, and the helm they wore curved back into a crown of demon-like horns, framing a blank faceplate save for those eyes.

Eyes like obsidian that pierced through the soul. Reflecting no light, no warmth.

They didn’t look at the villains so much as through them, peeling back every mask, every hidden thought, every shameful deed.

Something deep and ancient stirred in each of them, a primal recognition, a memory of fear. Jafar took a half-step back without realizing it. Hook’s hand tightened around his blade. Ursula felt pressure like she was sinking. Even Cruella clutched her coat tighter, goosebumps trailing down her arms.

The armored stranger stopped just before them and stood in complete stillness.

And then, they spoke.

「部下の無礼を詫びよう……言語の壁という概念を知らぬのだ。……無論、それを教えなかった我にも責任はある。」

Their voice was low and velvety, but utterly devoid of emotion, neither cold nor warm, but blank in a way that made it worse. Like a voice from something that mimicked humanity but wasn't born of it.

They stepped toward Jafar, who instinctively straightened.

Reaching behind themself, they drew a thin ceremonial blade and sliced across their palm without flinching. Blood pooled and trickled down their deathly pale skin. Then, slowly, they extended their hand and traced a glowing symbol onto Jafar’s forehead with their blood.

Jafar felt a chill run down his spine as the blood-marked symbol touched his skin. The moment the mark was completed, a sharp jolt shot through his mind, flooding his senses with an intense, alien pressure. He staggered, clutching at his head as pain bloomed behind his eyes. Then, just as quickly, it was gone.

"Can you understand me now?"

The armored one’s voice was the same. Smooth, velvet-like, hauntingly monotone, but now Jafar understood them perfectly.

He looked up, and his eyes met theirs: two endless voids that seemed to pull at the core of his being, as if they were peering past his flesh and straight into his soul.

He swallowed hard, unsettled by the closeness of their presence. There was something about them, haunting and ancient, that made his skin crawl. A force not meant for mortal comprehension.

"Ahem— Y-yes, I can..." he managed to say, straightening up.

They nodded without a word, then silently moved down the line, repeating the process with each of the villains. One by one, they winced, gasped, or groaned under the strain of the magic. Even Hades twitched slightly, just slightly.

The moment passed. They then ascended the dais once more, their expression unreadable, their presence no less overwhelming. The air around them seemed heavier now, like a storm pressing down on their chests.

The clown woman stepped forward again, casting a sharp glare down at the group before breaking into a wide, theatrical smile.

"Now that we’re able to speak on equal ground," she began, arms flaring with drama, "allow me to reintroduce you foolish summons to our mighty and benevolent! The Calamity Bringer! Humanity’s Sin! The Demon Lord!"

She fell into a dramatic bow, nearly folding in half with reverence.

"Kneel, and show your loyalty!"

Despite the clown woman’s command, the Demon Lord said nothing. They merely stood at the top of the platform, gazing down at them with eyes like the void itself, cold, ancient, and patient. They were waiting.

Before the others could even think to bow, Hades snapped out of whatever daze he was in and vanished in a puff of smoke, only to reappear beside the Demon Lord, wearing his trademark sleazy grin.

“Hey, name’s Hades. Lord of the Dead. Hi, how ya doin’?”

He spoke smoothly, taking the Demon Lord’s hand and shaking it, vanishing in a puff of smoke just as the clown woman's massive hammer came crashing down on the spot he’d occupied a second earlier.

“How dare you lay your filthy hand on my Lord!”

The clown woman screeched, face twisted with fury at Hades’ audacity. She yanked out a handkerchief and dramatically scrubbed their Lord’s outstretched hand, while the Demon Lord themself remained perfectly unfazed, their gaze still trained on the Greek God, who rematerialized beside Jafar.

“Hades…” they murmured, as if testing the name on their tongue. Then they turned to the rest of the group.

“And the rest of you?...”

There was a moment of silence after the Demon Lord's quiet question, their voice still echoing in the grand, cold hall. The remaining villains shifted uneasily under their gaze, each one feeling the weight of those eyes that seemed to peel them apart and see every blackened inch of their souls.

Captain Hook cleared his throat and stepped forward with a half-bow, adjusting his hat.

“Captain James Hook, feared scourge of the seas and bane of that wretched Pan. A pleasure, my... Lord.”

He forced a charming smile, though his curled mustache twitched with tension.

Ursula rolled her eyes at his theatrics, crawling forward with the swish of her tentacles and placing one hand on her hip.

“Ursula. Mistress of the Deep, Sea Witch, collector of voices and deals.” Her grin widened. “And you, darling, have style.”

Cruella followed, her heels clicking dramatically against the stone as she sashayed forward, flipping her hair with unnecessary flair.

“Cruella de Vil. Fashion icon, heiress, and—” she paused, eyes briefly flicking to the blood-red armor, “appreciator of truly divine couture.”

She gave a slight, almost mocking curtsy, though there was a flicker of fear behind her rouge-lined eyes.

Last came Jafar, who stepped forward once again with the composure of a court sorcerer.

“Jafar. Royal vizier of Agrabah. Sorcerer. Former genie.” He placed a hand over his chest and bowed deeply. “And I must admit, Demon Lord... this summoning is far more refined than anything I’ve seen in my own realm.”

There was a pause as all eyes drifted back to the Demon Lord. Despite the differing tones of their introductions—smarmy, proud, mocking, sly—each villain had unconsciously straightened themselves, adjusted their posture, and addressed the Lord with far more respect than they would ever show one another.

The Demon Lord remained still, absorbing each name, each presence.

Then, finally, they spoke.

"Noted."

A single word. Soft, but final.

Just then, the grand doors slammed open with a resounding boom, drawing every gaze in the throne room.

A Kobold warrior skidded to a halt, panting heavily.

“Who dares interrupt a most important event!?”

The clown woman snapped, glaring down at the intruding warrior from the dais. “I explicitly informed the lot of you fools that the Lord was not to be disturbed!”

The Kobold flinched under her words, ears folding back. “F-forgive me, my liege! Th-there’s an army of humans marching this way!”

A quiet shift occurred.

The Demon Lord’s eyes gleamed, just faintly, but unmistakably.

“An army of humans… Is the Hero among them?” they asked, their voice still cool, but laced with an unmistakable thread of anticipation.

The Kobold trembled, wringing his claws nervously. “A-apologies, my liege. I-I cannot say. I only rushed here the moment I heard. I'm uncertain of the Hero's presence...”

The Demon Lord’s lips twitched into a subtle frown. Their gaze slid toward the clown-woman.

“Pierrot, see to it that our... guests... are informed of their new roles and integrated into our forces...”

As they descended the dais, the air shifted with each step—heavier, denser.

From their wounded palm, the blood still dripping mid-air began to twist, harden, and shape itself until a gleaming, crimson blade formed in their hand.

Their voice was calm. Cold.

“I have an army to destroy.”

Without another word, they strode from the room, the Kobold scampering after them like a nervous shadow.

The villains were left behind in silence, staring at one another, each one thinking the same thing:

"What have we gotten ourselves into?"

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Translations:

「異世界の愚か者どもよ！我らが偉大にして慈悲深き魔王様に召喚されたことを光栄に思い、ひれ伏して忠誠を誓うのだ！」

"Issekai no orokamono-domo yo! Warera ga idai ni shite jihibukaki Maō-sama ni shōkan sareta koto o kōei ni omoi, hirefushite chūsei o chikau no da!"

"Fools from another world! You stand in the presence of our great and benevolent Demon Lord! Kneel, and swear your loyalty!"

「聞こえぬのか！？この恩知らずな召喚獣どもが、跪け！」

"Kikoenu no ka!? Kono onshirazu na shōkanjū-domo ga, hizamazuke!"

"Do you not hear me!? You ungrateful summons, kneel!"

「部下の無礼を詫びよう……言語の壁という概念を知らぬのだ。……無論、それを教えなかった我にも責任はある。」

"Buka no burei o wabi yō... gengo no kabe to iu gainen o shiranu no da. ...Muron, sore o oshienakatta ware ni mo sekinin wa aru."

"I apologize for my subordinate's rudeness… They are unfamiliar with the concept of a language barrier. Of course, as their superior, that failure is mine to bear."

#Isekai Disney Villains #isekai disney villains #disney imagine #reader insert #disney villain x reader #self insert oc #disney #disney villain #disney villains #disney jafar #disney hades #disney captain hook #disney ursula #disney cruela

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pazzi5351 · 23 days ago

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PART 5

JUST FRIENDS

Highschool AU

Football P x Cheerleader A

WC: 1.7k

AN: I woke up randomly and couldn’t sleep again so here

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The morning sun shined through the cracks in the hotel curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Paige stirred awake first, blinking a few times before realizing Azzi was still curled up against her, lips parted, hair a mess of curls on the pillow. A lazy smile tugged at her mouth as she leaned in to press a quick kiss to Azzi’s temple.

Azzi groaned softly and buried her face in Paige’s shoulder. “Too early,” she mumbled.

Paige laughed under her breath. “It’s not even that early mama. And you look really cute right now, by the way.”

Azzi peeked up at her, squinting slightly. “You trying to butter me up so I don’t clown you for drooling in your sleep again?”

Paige gasped. “I did not—okay, maybe a little.”

They both start laughing, their bodies relaxing into each other like second nature. After a beat, the room settled again into something softer, more intimate. Azzi sat up a little and looked over at her, suddenly serious.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” Paige said, shifting to face her more.

Azzi picked at the blanket. “Last night… and just… everything. I know we’ve kinda been dancing around it, and like everything we’ve done, but if we were gonna date—like, for real—I’d wanna do it right, you know?”

Paige nodded slowly. “Like… real dates? Asking each other officially?”

Azzi smiled shyly. “Yeah. I want that.”

Paige’s grin widened. “Same. I want you, Az. For real.”

They leaned in at the same time, meeting in a kiss that was sweet and purposeful, like they were sealing a promise. No more sneaking around or staying quiet—this was the start of something new. Something real.

By the time they got downstairs to breakfast, both teams were already gathered. Football players crowded one side of the room while the cheerleaders took over the other. Paige and Azzi walked in side by side, their pinkies gently hooked together, a quiet little secret between them.

Azzi dropped into the seat beside Caroline, who gave her a once-over and immediately smirked. “Look who finally decided to rejoin the team.”

“I was literally gone for like—”

Ryan cut in, grinning, “—Long enough to make a whole ass Disney bitch moment. You really hit her with the ‘this isn’t you’ line before stopping her from fighting?”

Azzi groaned as everyone around her cracked up. “One. I never said those words. And two,I hate all of you.”

Caroline raised an eyebrow, voice suspecting. “You didn’t say that when you disappeared for, what, four hours yesterday? You sure you were only… talking?”

Azzi turned slowly toward her with a deadly calm glare. “Caroline.”

“I’m just saying!” Caroline laughed, hands up in mock surrender. “After practice, I’m locking my door.”

Across the room, Paige was getting grilled just as bad.

“Yo, you were ready to throw hands over a girl you’re not even dating,” one of her teammates teased.

“Not even dating—yet,” Jalen added pointedly.

Paige rolled her eyes, but a small smile played at her lips. “Alright, alright. Y’all got y’all fuck ass jokes.”

“But for real,” another guy piped up, “you were full-on drooling yesterday. Like, someone get this man a napkin.”

Paige laughed, head down as she shook it. But her mind lingered on the word “yet.” She really did want to date Azzi. Officially. But with playoffs tomorrow and the championship right after if they won, timing felt terrible.

Later that afternoon, both teams finished practice around the same time. The group chat was blowing up.

Ryan: wtw???

Deja: We can go to that restaurant down the street, the coaches said it’s good

Tyler: nah that’s lame

Mak: wait guys I saw an arcade on google that’s close. It has laser tag

Caroline: wait that shits fire let’s all go

Jacob: kk ill call them. How many ppl we got??

Paige: Fb team got 25

Azzi: ok we have 15

Jacob: ok so I’ll call for 40 ppl to play. Let’s hope they have that many things.

Two minutes later…

Jacob: GUYS THEY HAVE ENOUGH LASER TAG THINGS AND THEY SAID WE CAN COME IN 20!

Every one: shiiit / type shit / aii coo / ok / k / cool

Upstairs, Azzi, Caroline, and Ryan were getting ready in their room. Azzi was standing in front of the mirror, looking over her outfit.

Caroline, sitting on the bed with a bag of chips, raised a brow. “You tryna impress a certain blonde?”

Azzi didn’t even turn around. “Shut up.”

Caroline grinned. “What did happen yesterday, huh?”

Ryan looked between them, interested. “Wait—what did y’all do yesterday?”

Azzi sighed but finally turned around. “We kissed.”

Caroline nearly dropped the chips. “You what?”

“And she… well. She fingered me.”

Both Carol and Ryan screamed.

“Oh my God!” Ryan said, fanning himself.

Azzi laughed, a little embarrassed. “Yeah and this morning we talked, and we both admitted we like each other and wanna take it slow. Like, actually date.”

Caroline stood up and pointed at the closet. “You’re wearing the purple bodysuit. And those grey sweats—the ones that happen to be Paige’s.”

Ryan nodded like it was a sacred commandment. “We’re making you too hot to handle.”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “Y’all are the worst.”

Down in the lobby, Paige stood with her friends, deep in conversation, when the elevator doors opened.

She turned mid-sentence and just—froze.

Azzi walked out like she was in a whole movie scene: purple bodysuit, Paige’s grey sweatpants hanging low on her hips, curls in a messy bun, skin glowing. Paige nearly dropped her water bottle.

She excused herself without a word and made a beeline toward her. “Az… you look so good. Like. So good.”

Azzi smirked, poking Paige’s chest playfully. “Thanks, Paigey. But come on, we have to go.”

Paige followed her out of the lobby, trailing behind like a puppy, eyes glued to the sway of Azzi’s hips.

God, she thought. I can’t wait to make her mine.

At the arcade, everyone shuffled into two random laser tag teams. Cheerleaders and football players got mixed, and by chance, Azzi and Paige ended up on opposite sides.

Azzi’s team had Jalen, and Paige’s had Caroline.

While strategizing, Jalen pulled Azzi aside. “Yo, what’s good with you and P? I know she likes you.”

Azzi smiled knowingly. “Yeah, I know.”

Jalen blinked. “Oh.”

Azzi chuckled. “We talked after the whole fight mess. Told each other how we feel. We’re just seeing how it goes now.”

Jalen laughed. “Bro, you got her wrapped around your damn finger.”

Meanwhile, Caroline was asking Paige the exact same thing.

“I think…” Paige hesitated, then smiled. “I think I’m gonna ask her to be my girlfriend soon.”

Caroline lit up. “Finally bro. Thank God.”

But before she could say more, the buzzer sounded.

Game on.

Azzi had a plan—hide until she was the last one left. What she didn’t realize was Paige had the same idea. When Azzi’s team was down, she crept through the maze-like arena, finally spotting Paige leaning against a wall.

Paige had ditched her Nike tech sometime ago, and was now standing in just shorts and a white tee. Azzi smirked and tugged her bodysuit down slightly for maximum distraction. She snuck up behind Paige, arms circling her waist.

“Hi Paigey,” she whispered flirtatiously.

Paige jumped, turned, eyes flicking from her face to her chest and back. “Azzi…”

She raised her laser gun, aiming right at Azzi’s target.

Azzi laughed. “Baby, I didn’t come to get you out,” she said, inching closer. “I just heard you weren’t out yet… and I missed you.”

Paige softened, one hand sliding against Azzi’s cheek. “I missed you too, mama.”

Their lips met—soft at first, then deeper, hands roaming until—

ZAP. RED TEAM WINS.

Paige pulled back, stunned. “AZZI?! THAT’S CHEATING. NO—YOU CHEATED!”

Azzi kissed her again quickly, eyes gleaming. “All’s fair in love and laser tag.”

She skipped away toward her team as Jalen strolled over, grinning wide.

“Bro. She played you.”

Paige just stared. “I—whatever. Shut up, Jalen.”

Back at the hotel, Azzi, Caroline, and Ryan were sprawled out eating Wingstop when Azzi’s phone lit up. Paige was FaceTiming.

Azzi answered. “Hi Paigey.”

Caroline and Ryan chimed in from the background, “Hiiii Paige!”

“Azzi.”

“Yes?”

“Why’d you kill me like that earlier?”

Azzi giggled. “Because I knew it would work.”

“But like. That’s not fair. You’re my—talking stage. And you had your tits out like I haven’t even seen them fully.”

“Oh my God, Paige!”

Caroline and Ryan laughed out loud.

Paige huffed. “I don’t care. AND YOU SHOT ME WHILE WE WERE MAKING OUT. You know how messed up that is?”

Azzi tilted her head, still laughing. “Are you done, princess?”

Paige sighed. “I guess so.”

“Good. I’m kicking them out right now—”

Caroline and Ryan both look mock offended. “HEY!!”

“—and you can come eat Wingstop with me.”

“Did you get ranch?”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

Paige didn’t even say bye—she just hung up.

Twenty seconds later, there was a knock at Azzi’s door.

Caroline and Ryan groaned as they gathered their things. Paige walked in, ignored Azzi’s open arms, and made a beeline for the fries.

“Woooowww,” Azzi said. “I feed you but I don’t get a hug?”

“No. You cheated. You don’t get a hug.”

“Paige.”

With fries still in her mouth, Paige finally gave in and wrapped her arms around her. Azzi held her tight.

“See? Not so bad for someone who lost in laser tag because they’re horny like a 13-year-old boy.”

Paige broke the hug, glaring. “Alright, bro. See—”

Azzi just laughed and flopped on the bed. They put on Frozen, her favorite movie, and slowly sank into cozy silence.

Halfway through, Paige turned to her. The room glowed soft and low.

Azzi felt her staring. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

Paige smiled, gentle. “I dunno. I was just thinking about you.”

“Me?”

She pushed Azzi’s shoulder lightly. “Yeah, you. I just— I really, really like you, Az. And I don’t wanna mess this up. But… will you be my girlfriend? Or, like… can I be yours?”

Azzi’s smile bloomed. “You don’t even have to ask, big head.”

Paige leaned in, voice teasing. “Soooo… is that a yes?”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “Yeah, dood.”

Their kiss was soft and full and slow—everything they hadn’t said, now finally spoken.

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #paige x azzi #paige and azzi #pazzi #pazzi fic #pazzi fics #dallas wings #uconn

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nostalgiclittlespace · 1 year ago

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50 Things to put in your Agere Journal

An ‘About Me’ Page

A collage (I like using stickers and magazine clippings!)

A page full of your favorite stickers

List of reasons you like regressing

A list of all your stuffies

Possible names for new toys

Favorite affirmations

Character profiles for your stuffies (eg, their jobs, favorite things, etc)

Write a regression/kidcore themed poem

A letter to your Big, Little, or Future Self

Little Space Wishlist

Bedtime Routine

Sticker Chart for chores or work

Your favorite movies and TV shows

Big you VS Little you (chart, drawing, list, etc)

Glue in an envelope to keep important things in, such as stickers, notes, and small toys

Places you want to go

Note your favorite memories

Agere headcanons for a character

Draw yourself as an animal. Which would you be and why?

Draw a genie, fairy, or wizard—who have granted you 3 wishes! What are you wishing for?

A list of new foods you’d like to try

Write a review of your favorite picture book

Draw your dream paci

Write a story

Design matching outfits for you and your favorite stuffie

Make up a new game and its rules; note it all in your journal

Write a new, happy message to yourself every time you regress. You’ll eventually have a long list of positivity!

Glue pipe cleaners, buttons, yarn, and other craft supplies into a picture! (My favorite is making houses and people with them)

Top 10 Disney movies

Rules for Little Space

Lift the flaps using post-it notes (I tape the top/sticky end down so they don’t fall off)

Make a page for each color. How does this color make you feel, your favorite things of that color, stickers, etc

Uses beads, glitter glue, scented stickers, and more to make a sensory page

Make an OC. Are they from your favorite agere show? Are they an imaginary friend? What do they like to do?

Plan your ideal Little Space day

If you were a superhero, what would your costume and powers be?

Your regression triggers

Your favorite things to do at each age you regress to

Video games to play in Little Space

Make a word search (come back to it after a little while to make it trickier!)

Your favorite recipes

A page for each season—your favorite holidays, activities, the weather, stickers etc

A self-portrait

Trading cards (namely Pokémon or similar)

An invitation to your toy’s party

Little Space nicknames

A menu for playing restaurant

Signs you are regressed

Crafts you’d like to try

#sfw interaction only #agere community #sfw agere #sfw regression #age regressor #agere blog #age regression caregiver #age regression community #agere little #little space #Martys agere tips #agere tips #little space blog #middle space #little space community #baby regression #agere journal #little space journal

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starzzytisms · 5 months ago

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I skipped my nap today to finish writing this because, if the title isn't already claimed, I am the resident Solula shipper.

Now, enjoy my horrid melatonin writing where I completely change any lore that I cannot cope with because I am deranged.

....

Read it.

It had been a long week, a long month even, but finally, Solar felt like he could breathe. He got Jack back. Jack was home and safe now, and Solar was never going to let his baby go again.

So, here they sat, peacefully on the downstairs couch, Solar softly rubbing behind Jacks head as the smaller fiddled with the TV remote. Jack flipped between at least three different streaming platforms before deciding on Disney+ and turning on Bluey, a show Dazzle introduced him to, that he then introduced his dad to.

When the two first started watching it together, Solar hadn't expected for it to grow on him, but here he was, watching the "Rain" episode, smiling softly as he imagined playing in the rain with Jack the way Chili did with Bluey. Next time it rains, he thought...

"Chili is my favorite," Nebula piped up out of nowhere, startling Solar. She always showed up when he least expected it.

"Mother!" Jack chimed in exitedly, jumping from Solar's lap towards Nebula, tightly hugging her. Nebula panicked from a moment at this, but after a moment of hesitation and receiving a soft nod of approval from Solar, she carefully wrapped her arms around Jack as well.

"You kind of scared me again, Nebula," Solar spoke with a lighthearted tone and smile.

"I apologize," Nebula acknowledged in her usual near-monotone voice. "I'm still trying to figure out how to make a non-startling appearance," she continued, now sitting down and releasing her loose hold on Jack as he slipped away to the floor and began pulling out his coloring supplies from under the coffee table.

"It's alright, I don't mind much," Solar reassured, giving Jack a certain dad look that asked "are you okay just coloring while we talk?" to which Jack gave a smile and thumbs up, getting back to picking out a coloring sheet.

So, as night slowly approached, the sun beginning to disappear beyond the horizon, Nebula and Solar rambled together for at least 30 minutes, sharing different things about space and Earth life and one another's interests, whilst Jack laid on his stomach on the floor, contently kicking his feet and coloring, only interupting once or twice to show Solar and Nebula his finished coloring sheets, though he was definitely tuckering out after the whole day of rescue and reunion.

Jack had been fighting sleep for a while, his hands growing ever-so-slightly slower with each passing moment as he colored, his blinks lengthening per each one. Solar and Nebula had clearly noticed, sharing an amused glance as Jack stubbornly tried to finish one last page. But it was only a few minutes more before his crayon slipped from his fingers, leaving his third coloring sheet of the night only half finished. His breathing evened out, and he was out cold, sprawled across the rug, expression softer than Solar had seen from Jack in a while.

With practiced ease, Solar slid off the couch and carefully scooped Jack up into his arms. The smaller barely stirred, only curling closer against Solar as he was carried upstairs. Nebula followed silently, observing the way Solar moved with such care, making sure Jack wasn’t jostled too much.

Reaching Jack’s room, Solar carefully laid him down in his bed, adjusting the blankets and tucking them around him. Jack groggily reached for his plushies, and Solar made sure all of his favorites were within reach and accounted for. He lingered for a moment, gently adjusting Jacks hat out of his face. Nebula stood in the doorway, watching.

Once the two were back downstairs, they settled onto the couch again. The quiet stretched, seemingly endlessly, between them for a short moment before Nebula finally spoke.

“I am not opposed to it.”

Solar blinked confusedly. “Huh?”

“The… mother thing,” she clarified. “Jack calls me Mother. I do not dislike it.”

Solar exhaled softly, his faceplate forming a small smile, something, in all honesty, Nebula had never seen from him before. “Neither do I.”

Nebula tilted her head slightly, studying him. “What does this mean?”

Solar hesitated, metal fingers tapping idly against his knee. “Well… do you want to be a sort of parental figure to him? Maybe even…” He trailed off, then took a breath, gathering every last possible ounce of his confidence. “I mean… a partner to me?”

Nebula was quiet for a few seconds, her expression unreadable, as per usual. Then, she nodded. “I’d enjoy that. Very thoroughly, actually...”

Solar let out a small chuckle and a sigh of relief, the tension leaving his shoulders. “I would too.”

Nebula shifted slightly before leaning against him, resting her head comfortably on his shoulder. Solar stilled for a second, then, ever so slowly, let his head rest atop hers.

“Who’s your favorite?” Nebula asked suddenly.

Solar raised an eyebrow, lost. “What?”

“Your favorite character,” she elaborated.

Solar let out a quiet laugh. “I like Socks.”

Nebula hummed in understanding. “Good choice.”

Their voices grew softer as the conversation drifted into nothingness, their exhaustion from the long day catching up with them. Before either of them realized it, they had both dozed off right there on the couch, still leaning into each other.

The house was peaceful. Jack was safe. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Solar felt completely content.

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vaporwavebeach-writes · 6 months ago

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Ghost Story

BTAA Scarecrow x Reader

Summary: After a drug deal, you two watch A Christmas Carol (and make out)

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Enjoy this late as BALLS Christmas post 😭😭 Merry LATE Christmas @tr4sh-pl4nt I was ur secret Santa (nobody is surprised)

Despite the cloudy skies and flurries of snow, a soft reflection of the frost outside streams a bit of light into the office as you pull back the blinds. The sidewalks and alleys are empty- nary a car on the street. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought you were in Silent Hill rather than Gotham City. There’s nothing but grey, blistery, snowy solitude. This was good. With nobody around, this was sure to be an easy buy.

“Something on your mind?” He pipes up.

Snapping the shade back into place, you look back to see that he’s found the stash. In a small, plastic bag, the pills are on the desk. “No, I’m all good.”

He clicks his tongue with a wry grin. “If it’s the cops you’re worried about, don’t be. There’s gonna be a huge storm tonight- I doubt the pigs would leave the barn; freezing their butts off to go after a low-life like you.”

“Low-life? Look who’s talking,” You glare, making your way over to the desk. “Scarecrow.”

As your hand goes to reach for the pills, his thin fingers come into view, sliding the bag back.

“You fuck. I already payed.” Your eyes stare daggers into his clinical gaze. There’s a knowing smirk on his face and you brace yourself for whatever psychological games he decides to play with you now.

“Look,” he slides the bag off the desk and in between his slender fingers, as if dangling it just out of reach. “I’m not dumb enough to mess with a tweaker and their drugs, but humor me for a moment, won’t you?”

“You have five seconds to give me my-”

“Have you ever seen A Christmas Carol?” He’s completely unfazed by the threat, pulling out a DVD copy of the film.

“What?” Any aggression from within you begins to dissipate, turning into utter bewilderment.

“A Christmas Carol,” he repeats. “Y’know, a grizzled, selfish old miser who is haunted by three spirits who represent the ever-changing stages of his life? How each journey into his past, present, and future make him reevaluate the way he lives his life and treats others and learns the true meaning of Christmas?”

“Yeah, I know, I know.”

“Well forget it.” He slides the DVD into the video player, watching it click into place. “Sure, it’s a classic holiday tale, but it’s so much more than that.” He springs up, flicking off the lights. “It’s a horror story.”

The blue glow from the old television illuminated the office as it came to life with some static and a startling pop. You began to wonder how old that damn thing was until you found yourself standing alone with Crane on the empty couch. Although the room was dark, you could feel Dr. Crane’s piercing gaze beckoning you over. Hesitantly, you sit on the other end of the couch.

As the film begins, the Disney logo catches your eye. “Horror story my ass…” you mutter.

“What was that?” He quips, wondering how he heard you.

“Horror story my ASS.” You annunciate clearly. Shifting in your seat you turn to him. “A Disney movie? You refuse to give me my shit for this?” You laugh bitterly.

“Oh,” he chuckles darkly. “You really don’t have any idea of what we’re about to get into, do you?”

“What the fuck on God’s green earth are you talking about?”

“Scoff all you want,” he grins, turning down the volume. “This version of the film truly captures the true essence of fear better than its other iterations. Narratively speaking, the film remains pretty faithful to the original novella by Charles Dickens, which obviously is something to be expected from any adaptation, but it’s especially crucial here to really showcase the specific fears of the time.”

“Well yeah it might be accurate, but doesn’t everyone collectively agree that this one sucks?” You reply. “I mean, look at the creepy ass mocap, it’s literally the same shit as the Polar Express-”

“Oh right!” He shifts excitedly. “The visuals only contribute to terror! Sure, motion capture gets a bad rap because it’s a little off-putting, but it really works in a film like this- perfectly seasoned with that uncanny valley effect. It really adds to the flavor of dread.”

“Whatever man,” you scoff. “It’s just some story about an old man.” You turn your attention back to the movie, straining to listen to the low volume despite Jonathan’s chatter.

He clears his throat. “An old man- who you may find, has far similar fears to you than you may think.”

You cock your head to the side, turning to him. “You callin’ me an old man?”

The sound of his laughter fills your ears. “Oh no, not at all.” He wipes a tear from his eye. “It’s just so painfully human.”

“Human?”

“Scrooge isn’t taught redemption, he’s simply being driven by fear.” He leans back on the couch. “The ghosts don’t just visit him to bring awareness to his cold heart, but they dismantle him- tearing away layers and layers of his psyche until there’s nothing left but his raw fear. It’s fascinating, really. How the fear completely reshapes his attitude in the waking world.”

You find yourself leaning back as he moves his way closer to you, only to be caught by the end of the couch.

“And you wanna know what the real scary thing is? It’s the fact that we could all end up just like him- Alone. Forgotten. Unloved. It’s a common fear that drives us all, isn’t it? The fear of abandonment? Being left behind.” You can feel the heat radiating from his body with every word spoken.

You blink, at a loss for words. It’s starting to feel all too real. “I,” you stutter. “I’m not sure what this has to do with me.”

“Oh, but it has everything to do with you.” His voice is low, as you feel yourself be closed in. “That invisibility,” he lets the words linger on his tongue. “Something that most people prefer to ignore, but it’s still there isn’t it? Lurking.”

His eyes stare within the confines of your soul. You look away from his prying eyes, but you can still feel his gaze on you like a searchlight.

You can feel your chin between his fingers as he gently forces you to look at him. “I think this little arrangement we have- these little meetings, it’s more than just a drug deal isn’t it? I think you want more than just drugs.”

Suddenly the office didn’t feel so chilly anymore. The closeness of his breath on the shell of your ear made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He’s right. You do want more.

Your hands slide up his long arms, feeling the fabric of his shirt beneath your palms. Resting your fingers on his shoulders, you pull him closer. You speak up, words barely a whisper. “So, you gonna give me my drugs or not?”

“I’d thought you’d never ask.” A knowing grin graces his silhouetted frame.

Pulling the bag from his pocket, he opens the seal, taking out a small, ghost-shaped tablet and places it on his tongue. At first you were confused as to why he was breaking into your stash until you felt the harsh press of his lips against yours.

Pulling him closer into you, you allow your hands to slip under his shirt, feeling his flesh on your fingertips. In turn, he runs his hand through your hair while the other snakes its way down your spine, cradling the small of your back. His grip is firm, fingers digging into you, showing no sign of letting go.

Quickly, he nips at your lower lip. As you whine at sting, you fall victim to his plan when he slips his tongue into your mouth. You can feel him transfer the tablet to you, swallowing it down with his guidance. In retaliation, you sink your nails into the skin of his back, feeling him hiss into the kiss as he pulls away with a chuckle.

Breathless from the kiss, he wraps an arm around you. “Maybe this will help you understand Scrooge’s fear.” He grabs the remote, adjusting the film’s volume back to normal.

At this point you could give less of a shit about the movie. You allow yourself to fall into Jonathan’s side. You’re not sure if it’s from the pill or the kiss as you let yourself be overtaken by the waves of euphoria and adrenaline.

#btaa scarecrow #btaa scarecrow x reader #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane smut #scarecrow x reader #batman the audio adventures #batman rogues x reader #jonathan crane #batman rogues smut #mia writes batman!!!

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marchsfreakshow · 10 months ago

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Mmmfff Colin being a father to twins, my heart is aching.

Anyway here's a little thought about it.

"daddyy.." Your younger child whispered into Colin's ear, smiling to herself. Elke giggled and waited for her father to wake up. It was 6am and Halloween. Your favourite holiday. Made extra special with the two 6 year olds bouncing on their toes.

"ah it's not even 8 yet.." Colin sleepily chuckled, scooping up Elke into his arms.

"but it's Halloween!!" Levi piped up, cuddling himself into your chest still. "And Halloween is extra special!"

"is it now? Wanna tell me how this one is special kiddo?" He chuckled again, sitting up and letting Elke nuzzle into his neck happily. The twins loved Halloween as much as you, dragging the tired detective into your celebrations for the day.

"My cousin made their costumes this year." You chimed in before the little ones said anything. Your cousin was a seamstress, and made the twins two outfits based off Enchanted, Elke's favourite Disney movie. Elke's dress was basically a mini version of Giselle's wedding dress, and Levi's outfit was a mini version of Edward's prince outfit. "we're gonna mini versions of Giselle and Edward running around the house."

"oh that's gonna be real cute." Colin smirked, kissing Elke's forehead. "I think you're gonna be the prettiest princess in your costume little one."

"nuh uh! Momma's the prettiest princess!"

"noo, momma's the prettiest queen." Colin quickly retorted Levi's compliment. Which just made you chuckle bashfully, and blush at the thought of being a queen. "Can you two go and wash your hands for me kiddos? Give your momma and I time to wake up properly. Then we can make a start on celebrating Halloween."

The twins immediately jumped off your bed, running into the bathroom giggling to themselves about today being Halloween. Colin sighed after and smiled at you tiredly. "How on earth do they have so much energy at 6 in the morning..?"

"That will forever be a mystery to me my darling." You yawned a bit, smiling before kissing Colin's cheek. "They might have just taken all my love for Halloween from me."

"that's impossible love, I've never know anyone who loves Halloween more than you."

"it might be possible. I can't be bothered to get up right now." Your words only made Colin laugh a bit, and he immediately got out of bed, walking over to your side. "No. No.. Colin don't-" and you were immediately picked up, his arms under your legs and under your arms. A squeal escaped you as your arms instinctvely went around his neck.

"Let's go make breakfast for the waiting twins." He grinned, striding out your room with you in his arms. "Levi! Elke! Come help with breakfast!" Colin said over his shoulder into the twins' room. They immediately rushed down the stairs, watching Colin carry you into the kitchen.

He placed you down eventually and you just smiled at him, kissing him. "you're an idiot, I love you so much."

Colin happily kissed you, keeping his arms around your waist. "Love you more darling, and that'll always be true."

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

Here are some tags for those I think might like this: @lacucarachapisser @lemoniiiiiii / @oceanblvd111 @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re / @xrag-dollx

#mare of easttown #colin zabel #colin zabel x reader #colin zabel x you #evan peters #this is disgustingly fluffy im sorry #colin zabel imagine #just.. imagine this man being a father to twins like this #im ill #Zabel twins

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five-one-two-station · 7 months ago

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A lot of it has to do with people multiscreening, sure, but one of the most annoying things Disney/MCU has done to media engagement, I think, is to help train people to depend on dialogue almost exclusively to understand what is going on.

So you get scenes like -

"The power to this evil laser machine... if only somebody could cut it, it would stop shooting evil lasers!"

(We see Captain America smash the evil laser machine's generator)

"I've smashed the generator! That takes care of the power to the evil laser machine, it should be shutting down right about... now!"

Watch an action movie from the 1980s or 1990s and it is wild how little of this redundant explanatory dialogue there is a lot of the time.

A character doesn't explain why he's building a pipe bomb; he just builds it, throws it at the smug acquitted guy coming out of court, and says "That's for my daughter you son of a bitch!" - the movie taking it for granted you've joined the dots.

The rule is supposed to be "Show, Don't Tell", but realistically, people just won't see it if you don't tell them to anymore.

Anyway this is a post about people complaining Caitlyn Arcane didn't say sorry for what she did, in between - or maybe instead of - all the stuff she was doing to show it.

#caitlyn #arcane #arcane spoilers

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siriusblack-the-third · 10 months ago

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The Marauders: Pranks!

(in no particular order)

31st October, 1971 (First Year): the idiots somehow managed to get Peeves on their side and messed with the feast. Additives to the food had the entire castle running towards the bathrooms. The pipes were clogged for weeks afterwards. They served detention for the entirety of the duration.

31st January, 1973 (Second Year): Sirius tricked the gargoyle that protected the headmaster's study, got into his library and took several rare tomes. Dumbledore only realised when Sirius marched into his office two weeks later and dropped 14 books onto his table, announcing, "I'll be borrowing your books frequently, thank you." Just for the sheer talent of getting through his protective spells, Dumbledore allowed him to do so. However, detention of two weeks was handed out for breaking and entering.

23rd September, 1976 (Sixth Year): everyone woke up to see that the 26ft bronze dragon statue atop the fountain in the courtyard vanished in the middle of the night. No-one has seen it since. Nobody knows where it is. However, every time James or Sirius pass by the fountain, a small smirk curves over their lips. On another (completely unrelated, of course) note, James has an exquisite new pen, made of bronze and covered in a beautiful, intricate dragon motif.

13 December, 1974 (Fourth Year): the entire castle just. Floated up into the air without a warning. Exactly 77 feet off the ground for 77 minutes. It took all four of them three months to hand carve runes into the perimeter of the castle, and before that it took all of August for Sirius to come up with the right rune sequence that would stick a timer to the magic. They didn't serve detention, only because the rune sequence was such a stroke of genius— fourth year students barely knew how to use single runes in magic, let alone sequences long enough to cover a perimeter.

12th May, 1977 (Sixth Year): any time someone touched a goblet, said goblet would turn into purple butterflies. Very pretty, but very frustrating when all you wanted was a drink after a hot day. It turned out that they had mixed a transfigurative potion into the dishwashing water, and McGonagall made James write a paper about his invention. Technically, he earned his Potions mastery before he got his N.E.W.T. results.

4th February, 1976 (Fifth Year): a vicious storm cloud hung over Hogwarts starting from the 4th all the way till the full moon, making it rain sleet and hail non-stop, 24 hours a day. Everything came to a standstill, including Quidditch (James had to be persuaded for this one). Under the pretense of a month-long detention, McGonagall and Flitwick sat Sirius and James down and had them explain the thought process that went into the spellwork— weather magic not only required obscene amounts of raw power, but the steps as well were notoriously difficult to execute.

21st December, 1977 (Seventh Year): at exactly 23 minutes after eleven at night, the entire castle got wrapped up in huge, terrifying thorny branches. They crawled through the hallways, spilled through windows, blocked the doors and crept over the suits of armour. Huge roses— about two feet in diameter— bloomed all over the castle, dark haunting pink in colour. Waking up in the morning was quite a shock for people when they found out the vines had grown literally everywhere and taken over the dorm rooms. The inspiration was Disney's animated Sleeping Beauty, and Flitwick and Babbling both gave the Marauders twenty-five points each for the creativity. They did serve four months of detention, though.

WARNINGS

do NOT tag w*lfst*r or j*gul*s i mean it i will block you

I do not want anyone calling Sirius or James stupid

If you wanna argue with any of these, argue with the wall. These are headcanons, not reality. Chill.

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