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doufudanshi · 1 year ago

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朝暮 / Dawn ‘til Dusk

Translation of the MDZS Pinsin exclusive extra. Finished like 80% of this in one sitting almost 2 years ago and finally decided it's been gathering dust in my gdrive for long enough. Enjoy!

Feel free to let me know if you see any errors. Screenshots okay with credit. Do not repost.

Rating: E, nsfw 🔞

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Haishi had passed a while ago, yet he still hadn’t returned.

The paper lantern on the table hadn’t gone out yet, and Lan Wangji stared at its hazy light, unblinking.

After a while, he rose and walked to the entrance of the Room of Tranquility, opening the wooden door.

He stood there for a bit. He seemed just about to step over the threshold when a strange thump came from behind him.

Lan Wangji spun around, only catching sight of the window, which had opened at some point. Its frame swayed slightly in the night breeze. A large, odd lump rose from beneath the thin blanket on the bed, as if something had broken in, rolled inside, and was now curled up underneath, quivering with a faint rustle.

He stayed silent for a moment, then gently closed the door and went back into the room. Blowing out the candle along the way, Lan Wangji shut the window and got into bed.

He laid down beside that huge lump, silently pulled another blanket over himself, and closed his eyes.

Not long after, something big and ice-cold burrowed under his covers.

It squirmed and wriggled its way on top of him, plastered itself onto his chest, then cheerfully chirped, “Lan Zhan! I’m back~! Quick, give me a warm welcome.”

Lan Wangji wrapped his arms around him. “Why are you so cold?”

“I was in the wind all day. Let me warm up,” Wei Wuxian said.

No wonder he was covered in bits of grass and dirt. He must have taken the juniors of the Hidden Cloud Depths to terrorize the wild fauna and wicked beasts up in the mountains again.

Wei Wuxian had rolled into his bed and burrowed under his covers while covered in dirt, yet Lan Wangji, neat and tidy by nature, didn’t flinch in the slightest. In fact, he only silently squeezed him tighter, holding him even closer.

After warming Wei Wuxian up with his body heat for a while, Lan Wangji said, “Take your shoes off, at least.”

“Okay~” Wei Wuxian replied. He toed off his shoes, then shrunk back into the covers to press his freezing skin against Lan Wangji’s again.

“Don’t mess around,” Lan Wangji said evenly.

“I’m literally in your bed, and you’re telling me not to mess around?” Wei Wuxian said.

“Shufu has returned,” Lan Wangji said.

Lan Qiren’s residence wasn’t far from Lan Wangji’s Room of Tranquility. He didn’t like Wei Wuxian much to begin with, so if he caught wind of any inappropriate activity, he may very well fly into a thunderous rage at Wei Wuxian again the following day.

And yet, Wei Wuxian stuck a knee between Lan Wangji’s legs, covertly and naughtily pressing against him a couple of times, making his stance quite clear on the matter.

After a brief silence, Lan Wangji abruptly flipped them around so that Wei Wuxian was underneath him.

His movements were too big, too forceful, and the two hit the bed with a thud.

“Slow down, slow down, slow down—slow—down!”

Lan Wangji had pinned Wei Wuxian down onto the bed, penetrating him as easily as splitting bamboo, thrusting all the way inside. Only when his lower abdomen pressed against Wei Wuxian’s bare ass, when he couldn’t possibly go any deeper, did his body still.

Wei Wuxian took in a couple of shallow breaths, head thrown back. Trying not to make any unnecessary movements, he only looked around and wriggled his hips slightly in discomfort, trying to get him out a bit. However, Lan Wangji realized what he was trying to do, and holding down his waist, promptly slid right back in.

“Ah!” Wei Wuxian cried out. “Hanguang-jun!”

Lan Wangji bore it patiently for a moment, then said, “You brought this upon yourself.” He paused briefly, then began thrusting, again and again.

Wei Wuxian was trapped underneath him—toes curled, hair splayed, face flushed, body jostled up and down with Lan Wangji’s movements. With every one of Lan Wangji’s thrusts, Wei Wuxian cried out in response. Though Lan Wangji immersed himself in his efforts for a while, he couldn’t let Wei Wuxian continue on like this. Straining against the breaths threatening to burst out of his chest, he quietly said, “Lower… Lower your voice.”

Wei Wuxian reached up and stroked Lan Wangji’s cheek. This thin skin of Lan Zhan’s is so strange, he thought. His face is clearly scorching hot to the touch, and yet it refuses to turn red, still white as snow. The elegant Lan Zhan will lose himself in his emotions, hardly able to hold himself back, yet only his earlobes will be dusted with the faintest of pink.

Panting, he said, “Er-gege, you don’t want to hear me cry out?”

Lan Wangji: “……”

It was too difficult to speak the truth, yet he couldn’t bring himself to lie. Watching this sentiment flit across Lan Wangji’s face filled Wei Wuxian with an indescribable delight—he wanted to just eat him up.

“Afraid someone will hear me?” Wei Wuxian asked. “Easy. Just Silence me.”

Lan Wangji’s chest heaved, his eyes going slightly bloodshot. “C’mon!” Wei Wuxian taunted. “Cast Silence on me. Then no matter how you fuck me, even if you fuck me senseless, I won’t be able to make a sound—”

Before he could finish, Lan Wangji leaned down and sealed his lips.

After his mouth was stilled into silence, Wei Wuxian’s limbs wound around Lan Wangji. The two of them tumbled around on the bed, tussling together into a heap, blankets already on the ground.

Generally, Lan Wangji didn’t change positions often when they were intimate. After an hour of being pressed down and thrusted into, Wei Wuxian had gone numb from his lower back all the way down to his ass and thighs. He had a high suspicion that they would stay like this for the rest of the night—and considering Lan Wangji’s current state, without the slightest indication that he planned to stop anytime soon, it really could happen. Thus, Wei Wuxian took the initiative and flipped both of them over. Straddling him and wrapping his arms around his neck, he moved up and down on his own. He bit Lan Wangji’s earlobe and whispered, “Is it deep?”

His voice was low beside his ear, breath hot and humid. Lan Wangji held onto his shoulders, then brought him down, hard.

The thrust was incredibly intense. Wei Wuxian cried out in surprise, arms tightening around him. Lan Wangji stroked the small of his back and asked, “Is it deep.”

Wei Wuxian’s lips wobbled, but before he could regain his bearings and respond, his face suddenly scrunched up. “Ah! Wait! P-p-pace yourself!” he cried.

One hand struggled in vain to protect his abdomen, while the fingers of his other hand dug into the firm muscle of Lan Wangji’s shoulder. “Lan Zhan!” he yelled in terror, soul practically flying out of his body. “Do you not understand what pacing yourself means! You—don’t have—to go—so deep—every—every—”

The second half of his perfectly sound sentence was broken by thrusts, hitched and disjointed. Lan Wangji said, “I don’t understand!”

Initially, Wei Wuxian was wailing miserably, willing to say anything to beg for mercy—but after most of the night had passed, after they’d finished going at it twice, Wei Wuxian’s legs stayed locked around Lan Wangji’s waist, refusing to let him go.

Lan Wangji’s body covered Wei Wuxian entirely, and he was careful not to lean his weight onto him. The area where they were pressed against and connected to one another was wet and slick. Lan Wangji seemed like he wanted to get up, but he only got to move a little before Wei Wuxian’s legs tightened around him. The fraction that had just left him slotted seamlessly back in again.

“Stop moving,” Wei Wuxian said languidly. “There’s a draft. Let’s just lie here for a while.”

Lan Wangji acquiesced and didn’t move. After a while, he asked Wei Wuxian, “It’s not too much?”

“It is,” Wei Wuxian pouted. “You’re filling me up so much I could burst. You weren’t even listening to how pitifully I was crying out earlier.”

“…I’m pulling out,” Lan Wangji said.

Wei Wuxian’s expression immediately changed. “I like it when you fill me up like this,” he said without mincing his words. “It feels good.”

He clenched down, hard. Lan Wangji’s expression shifted, and for a moment, even his breathing seemed to hitch. After bearing it for some time, he finally hoarsely said, “…Shameless!”

Seeing that he was nearly at his limit, Wei Wuxian laughed and placed a kiss on his lips. “Er-gege,” he said. “What haven’t we done? What’s there to be ashamed of?”

Lan Wangji shook his head a little in defeat. “Let me go,” he said softly. “You should bathe.”

“It’s fine, I’ll just wash up tomorrow,” Wei Wuxian said sleepily, already starting to tire a bit. “I’m exhausted from today.”

Lan Wangji placed a kiss on his forehead. “Bathe. Take care not to fall ill.”

Wei Wuxian was so tired that he couldn’t lock him in place anymore, his limbs finally going soft and letting go. Lan Wangji got off the bed, picking up the blanket that had fallen to the ground and covering Wei Wuxian’s body, tucking him in. Afterwards, he hung the clothes that had been thrown all over the place over the folding screen one by one, and draped his own robes over his shoulders. He dressed swiftly and neatly, and left to draw water for the bath.

After an incense stick’s time, Wei Wuxian, who had nearly fallen asleep, was picked up and placed into the bath basin. The basin was placed beside Lan Wangji’s writing desk, and after Wei Wuxian submerged himself in the water and waded around a little, he grew energized again. Patting the side of the basin, he said, “Aren’t you going to come in with me, Hanguang-jun!”

“In a moment,” Lan Wangji said.

“Why in a moment? Just come in now~” Wei Wuxian said.

Lan Wangji glanced at him, as if he were contemplating something. After a moment, he said, “We returned four days ago, and four of the Room of Tranquility’s bath basins are broken.”

With the look Lan Wangji was giving him, Wei Wuxian felt like he had to defend himself. “It wasn’t my fault last time.”

Lan Wangji placed the honeylocust soapbox where Wei Wuxian could reach it. “It was mine,” he said neutrally.

Wei Wuxian poured a cup of water down his neck with a splash. It was covered in love bites, and the more he washed, the brighter they glistened. “Exactly,” he said. “Last last time wasn’t my fault either. To be honest, you’re technically the one who breaks them every time. This bad habit of yours hasn’t changed since the first time you did it.”

Lan Wangji rose. When he returned, he placed a jug of Emperor’s Smile beside Wei Wuxian’s hand, then sat back down at his desk. “Indeed.”

If he stretched his arm out just a little farther, Wei Wuxian could scratch under Lan Wangji’s chin—and that’s exactly what he did. Lan Wangji took out some papers, covered densely with characters, and began to read, making brief comments in the margins. As Wei Wuxian sat in the bath, he opened his Emperor’s Smile, tilting his head back to drink. “What are you reading?” he asked casually.

“Night-hunt notes,” Lan Wangji replied.

“The kiddos wrote these?” Wei Wuxian said. “You’re not in charge of correcting notes and such, are you? From what I remember, that’s your uncle’s job.”

“Every once in a while, Shufu doesn’t have the capacity,” Lan Wangji said.

Lan Qiren was likely busy with more urgent matters, causing this work to temporarily fall upon Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian took two of them to read. “Back then, your uncle would write hundreds of words for every other line, and then summarize with almost another thousand words at the end. I have no idea where he found the time to write so much. Your comments are very sparing.”

“Is being sparing a bad thing?” Lan Wangji asked.

“It’s good!” Wei Wuxian said. “Clear and simple.”

It wasn’t because he was cutting corners. He managed even the simplest of tasks with the utmost diligence. Rather, he was just used to it—regardless of whether he was speaking or writing, he treated ink like gold, omitting any unnecessary details.

Wei Wuxian submerged his head underwater. After some time, he finally re-emerged, wet and dripping. He picked up the honeylocust soap and ran it down his hair with one hand, and took an assignment off the desk with the other. He’d hardly skimmed it before he let out a snort. “Who wrote this? So many characters are wrong, hahahahahahahaha. I just know it’s Jingyi. You gave him an yi.”

“Yes,” Lan Wangji said.

“You have so many assignments here, but his is the only one I saw that didn’t get top marks,” Wei Wuxian said. “Poor kiddo.”

“Too many characters are wrong, and the analysis is redundant,” Lan Wangji said.

“What happens if you get an yi?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“Not much,” Lan Wangji said. “A rewrite.”

“He should know how lucky he is,” Wei Wuxian said. “That’s much better than being punished to copy lines while doing a handstand.”

Lan Wangji silently collected the essays that Wei Wuxian had scattered all over the place. He straightened them out then set the neatly arranged stack to the side. Wei Wuxian watched his movements, a smile automatically tugging at the corner of his lips. “How’d you grade Sizhui?”

Lan Wangji pulled out two sheets and handed them to him. “Jia.”

Wei Wuxian took and read them. “These characters are beautiful,” he said.

“The argument is clear and logical, and the content is focused and precise.”

When Wei Wuxian finished flipping through the pile in his hand, he saw another stack on the table that hadn’t been graded yet. “You need to go through all of these? How about I help you look through some?”

“Alright,” Lan Wangji said.

“All I have to do is mark any errors and give comments, right?” Wei Wuxian asked.

He took more than half the stack. Lan Wangji tried to take the papers back, but Wei Wuxian pulled away. “What are you doing.”

“That’s too many,” Lan Wangji said. “You’re bathing.”

Wei Wuxian took another drink from his Emperor’s Smile, and snatched a brush over. “I have nothing better to do while I bathe anyway. Reading the kiddos’ notes and essays will be rather fun.”

“You must rest after bathing,” Lan Wangji said.

“Does it look like I’ll be able to fall asleep? I feel like we could even go another couple of rounds,” Wei Wuxian bragged unabashedly.

As he watched Wei Wuxian lean against the bath basin—carefully reading through the notes, sometimes resting an elbow on the desk to write—the fire reflected in Lan Wangji’s eyes seemed to flicker with warmth.

Though Wei Wuxian’s words were bold, he had led a bunch of teenagers through the deep mountains to stir up a ruckus all day, then came back to mess around in bed for half the night, then graded a stack of notes. It was hard not to get sleepy. After standing firm and meticulously going through his pile, Wei Wuxian tossed them onto the desk and began slipping into the water. Eyes sharp, Lan Wangji quickly and gently lifted him up, toweled him dry, and carried him to bed.

The quick bath was over, and after Lan Wangji got into the bed and wrapped him in his arms, Wei Wuxian woke up for a little while again. He drowsily said against his collarbone, “Your family’s kiddos’ essays were written quite well. They just come a little short when night hunting.”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji said.

“That’s okay, though…” Wei Wuxian said. “While we’re in the Hidden Cloud Depths, I’ll help them cram. Tomorrow… I’ll bring them to make a mess of the shanxiao’s den again.”

One-legged shanxiao’s strength was second to none. Covered in black fur, it ate humans as easily as munching on a melon or slicing vegetables. To anyone else, though, it would’ve sounded like he was just bringing a group of snot-nosed kids up onto a rooftop to steal bird eggs.

The corner of Lan Wangji’s lips twitched, as if it wanted to go up. “You went to catch shanxiao again today?” he asked.

“Yeah, which is why I said they still have to keep training,” Wei Wuxian said. “Those mountain spirits only have one leg. If you can’t even outrun something with only a single leg, when you run into a lizard, a spider, or a centipede, aren’t you basically lying down and asking to die… ah right, Hanguang-jun, I’m out of money, you should grant me some more.”

“Simply withdraw some using the jade pendant,” Lan Wangji said.

Wei Wuxian blearily laughed a little, saying, “The jade pendant you gave me doesn’t just let you go through the barrier… but lets you withdraw money?”

“Yes,” Lan Wangji said. “Did you destroy someone’s street stall?”

“No… how could that happen… I spent all my money because… after the night hunt, I brought them to that Hunan restaurant in Caiyi Town… the one that you refused to go to before, even when I tried my hardest to drag you there… I’m so tired… Lan Zhan, stop talking to me…”

“Alright,” Lan Zhan said.

“…I told you to stop talking… you only have to say one word, and I can’t keep myself from replying… okay Lan Zhan, go to sleep soon alright, I… can’t hold on anymore… I’m really falling asleep… Lan Zhan, see you tomorrow…”

He kissed Lan Wangji’s Adam’s apple, and as promised, quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The Room of Tranquility grew still, cloaked in darkness.

After a while, Lan Wangji placed a soft kiss at the center of Wei Wuxian’s forehead.

“Wei Ying,” he said softly. “See you tomorrow.”

#mdzs #mdzs translation #mdzs extra #doufudanshi translation #dawn until dusk #wangxian #lots of fun little translation things going on in this chapter :)

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mikkomacko · 2 months ago

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mob!reader makes johnny pastina when he’s sick and sings him italian lullabies

Nico doesn’t know how it happens, if there’s a big sign on the door everyone but him can read or something, but whenever a cold strikes the Devils, his living room turns into an urgent care.

Johnny doesn’t even bother texting him this morning to say he’s sick. Instead he shows up at the door at 5 am, runny nose and bags under his eyes, sweating out a fever.

And like you always do for the boys, you usher him inside and sit him on the couch, wrap him in blankets because he can’t stop shivering. By the time Nico makes breakfast and gets ready for work, you’ve set up a full recovery ward in the living room and have Johnny sleeping with an ice pack on his forehead.

Which it must be a tough cold or something because Johnny is the exact same way when Nico gets home from work. Except for the fact that he’s now wearing a fresh pair of clothes, courtesy of Timo who you sent to Johnny’s apartment to get some overnight things and make sure his place wasn’t on fire or something.

Nico’s not very good at taking care of the boys like that but he makes himself a reminder in his phone to send a cleaning person to Johnny’s tomorrow, make sure it’s neat and tidy for when he gets back. Because knowing you, you were already planning on doing it yourself.

He’ll just beat you to the punch.

Johnny barely moves when you serve dinner for Nico and Timo, bowls of something you call pastina that Nico’s never seen before but it turns out better than he thought it’d be. Even Timo seems impressed with it, despite the way he’d made a questioning face to Nico when your back was turned.

“Is it pasta or rice?” He muttered, skeptical and Nico frowned.

“I thought it was like a soup?”

Either way it’s good, filling and warm but not overly so. Perfect for someone who would be under the weather.

You don’t eat with them, instead sitting on the couch between Nico and Johnny, the poor guy propped up on pillows and still shivering as you feed him little bites of the pastina. You hadn’t bothered to serve yourself a bowl so Nico makes you eat bites of his between feeding Johnny.

And he ignores the way it makes his chest grow hot, seeing you fawn of Marino with his messy curls that somehow still look nice and his lazy, toothy smile he keeps giving you, blinking all slow and soft at you. Some friend he is, Nico thinks, not bothering to make sure you eat too, to make sure that you don’t get sick too.

His chest grows even hotter when Timo goes to leave for the night, having helped clean up the kitchen and stops Nico, who is sorting through the medicine cabinet for vitamin C.

“Relax man,” he says gently, “she’s not in love with him or anything. She just cares, a lot.”

Nico’s not jealous, he thinks, ignoring Timo’s words and locking the garage door behind his friend. He’s not jealous at all. He’s just worried about you. Hates that you weren’t going to eat dinner and that you’re hovering over Johnny when it’s clear you’re tired too, that you need a break too.

“Here,” Nico tells you, keeping his voice low because Johnny is falling asleep again, tucked low under the blankets and you’re tossing another blanket over his feet.

You startle, blinking up at him curiously when he places the two chewable tablets in your hand.

“Take them,” Nico demands impatiently after you just stare at him. A little wide eyed by his tone, you pop them in your mouth, the vitamins crunching loudly as you dutifully chew them. He waits for you to finish before nodding to the stairs.

“Five minutes and I want you upstairs and in bed, got it?”

Again, you just nod dumbly, stuck watching him as he softly brushes your hair out of your face, shooting Johnny’s a reproachful look over you shoulder and then Nico heads upstairs to get the bed ready for you.

He pulls down the blankets, lays out one of his shirts and boxers for you, turns out the lights and even puts on the tv show you always watch when you go to bed. But then it’s well over five minutes and you’re still not up here, so Nico is angrily dragging his feet down the stairs to quite literally carry your ass to bed when he freezes.

Half way down the stairs he hears it, the soft lull of your voice. Almost like the humming noise you make to soothe him or Moose to sleep, but different. Because you’re murmuring actual words, the tune of them soft and clear.

He listens for another beat, realizes you’re singing something in an Italian and he can’t help himself. Sinking to the stairs, he sits and listens to you, the burning feeling in his gut turning to something solid and heavy.

So maybe he is jealous, he decides, but he’s also sad. Because there’s this whole side to you, this woman that sings Italian lullabies to the people she loves and he didn’t know. Nico’s always loved that you speak Italian still, that even though it attached you to the family that left you, you kept it near and dear to your heart.

He thought you also kept him near and dear to your heart, near enough for you to be able to speak and do these things with him, even if he doesn’t understand them.

Deciding to let you finish your song or whatever, Nico quietly makes his way upstairs and into bed. Not even a minute later you’re coming in after him, softly shutting the door behind you and he just watches you.

In the light of the television, your hair in a messy knot on your head and bags under your tired eyes but you look content. Like you love doing this, love taking care of people.

Nico imagines this scene years in the future, the soothing Italian song still hovering in the air as you change into his clothes for bed, being extra quiet because the other person in the house isn’t Johnny but maybe an actual child of yours. Yours and his.

You slip into bed next to him, curl into his side like you always do, head cushioned by his arm and Nico strokes his fingers over your shoulder, staring up at the ceiling.

After a moment, he can’t stop himself.

“What were you singing?”

You stretch your arm out over his stomach, fingers settling into the dips of his ribs and he feels you look up at him, try to catch his eye.

“A lullaby,” you whisper, “one my mom used to sing to me when I couldn’t sleep or didn’t feel good.”

Nico swallows, taking a slow breath through his nose. “I didn’t know-I mean I’ve never heard you sing like that.”

You roll onto your stomach, propped up to look at him and he lets you cup his face, tilt his jaw down until he’s looking into your sleepy eyes.

“I didn’t know if you’d care to hear a song in Italian.”

He can’t fault you for that, even if it hurts him a bit to know that you think he doesn’t care about your native tongue, about something so important to you.

After all, he doesn’t give you much with his Swiss German background. He’ll play that song for you, the love one that makes him think of you every time it pops in his head and while you smile all sweet at him when it comes on, he’s never bothered to tell you what it means. Because he didn’t think you’d care to know.

“I care about everything you care about,” he says softly, “even if I don’t understand it. The pastina and the song, if I knew that was something you do to care for someone, I would’ve done it for you baby.”

You smile, soft and gentle, tracing your fingers over the line of his bottom lip. “I like the way you take care of me. It’s you.”

Nico stares at you because he doesn’t know how to say this next part, how to admit it out loud. He just hopes you’ll somehow know.

And he guesses it’s a good thing he’s so obvious because you quickly add. “But I can do them for you next time, if that’s ok? Not that you ever get sick.”

Grateful, Nico smiles, his fingers still tickling your shoulder blade through his shirt. “I’ll get sick if it means you’ll sing to me, hover over me like that.”

You giggle a bit, settle back into his arm and he kisses the top of your head.

“You don’t have to get sick for me to hover over you Nico. I want to be around you all the time already.”

“Yeah?” He whispers, his heart thumping happily in his chest.

“Yeah,” you assure, “you’re my Nico. I want to do everything for you.”

#mob boss nico hischier #him and i chats #mob John Marino

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ihaznoclue · 11 months ago

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Hello! If by any chance you have time, may I request a Von Lycaon (or others!) x Winged! Thiren reader? Like- they also go out of their way to take care of their wings before allowing those they care for to touch them like Lycaon does?

Thank you for your time!

Ps: I've read all your other ZZZ stuff and I just gotta say, I love it!!! You are doing such an amazing job with capturing the likeness of the characters!!! 💖

AHHH ILYSM, THANK YOU! I've been trying my best and I'm glad people like you like it! ^^ and this request is so cute!

VON LYCAON x Winged Thiren Reader

Lets just say, he respected your choice as he too would take care of his fur

you were a winged thiren who like to be clean or taking care of your wings before anyone you trusted to touch them

You just want to be neat and tidy for those you trust before they touch your wings

"Name, may I ask a question?" He asked, he had seemed that he had a question to be answered

"Hm? What is it Sir Lycaon?" You softly asked, your voice was so smooth, he's tail twitch as he cleared his throat

"Ahem.. I would like to feel your wings, If you don't mind" He asked which caught you off guard but smiled softly at him as you nodded

"Just give me a second, before you touch them I want to make sure that my features are in good condition" You simply said as he obeyed as he waited patiently

You ruffled up your feathers as some features puffed up, you then looked at Lycaon and nodded to give him the go, he simply reached his paw and gently touched your wings

"May I ask, why did you want to touch them all of a sudden, Sir Lycaon?" You asked, "Well you seem to always touch my tail or fur so I returned the question to you" He replied

You giggled as you let Lycaon touch your wings a little bit longer, "You're quite gentle with the touch" You said, Lycaon then coughed as he backed his paw away

"Thank you Lady Name, but I must continue with my duties" Lycaon bowed as he excused himself which to you nodded your head and you both went your separate ways to begin cleaning again

You looked at your wings, your wings were a special feature of your body, but you trusted Lycaon with your heart to allow him to touch your wings to which he does the same to you with his fur and tail

Lycaon would be blushing as you separated

He's just a cute gentleman ^^

There you go, two requests done in one day! ^^

-A<3

#von lycaon x reader #zzz von lycaon #von lycaon #zzz #zenlesszonezero #zenless zone zero

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salmonskinrolltf · 1 year ago

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this is soooo embarrassing. I can’t believe I’m even typing it out. But dude, I’ve been a gaymer for as long as I remember. I’m 30 pounds too heavy. I’m 27 and living. With too many roommates in the suburbs. And well. I’ve been watching Glee lately. And I just got to the season around college and I was hoping I could rent some tapes. See, I’ve got this major crush on Darren’s character Blaine and itd be awesome to always be singing and dancing and having fun. I was never a theatre kid myself. Any chance you can help?

Almost like a miracle, right when you considered ordering a tape from Be Kind Rewind, one of your roommates got a VCR. You suppose. You’re not sure which one of them actually got it, but it’s right there, plugged into the TV in your living room, so someone must have. The only thing is, you’ve had to wait until everyone was out to use it. You double check that the door is locked and everybody is out for the evening. You’re embarrassed to be seen watching the show, but you’re embarrassed for another reason tonight, too. Because renting this tape feels like a special occasion, you’ve decided to cosplay as Blaine a little bit. Your hair is neatly slicked back and you’ve donned a cardigan and bow tie to match his put-together preppy look.

When you’re certain the coast is clear, you open the (thankfully discretely marked) package and a die rolls out into your hand. Oh yeah. The die thing. Weird. You toss it onto the coffee table and it lands on 4.

When the VCR whirs to life, you hear those a cappella credit trills that indicate whatever episode that was playing has already ended, so you jab the rewind button, humming the music quietly to yourself. You scratch your stomach and realize the fabric of your cardigan is much looser than it should be. You lift it up and see that your stomach has shrunk, flattening against your torso, which seems firmer and more lithe in general.

Stunned, you gaze at yourself in the nearest mirror, noticing how the new outfit looks even more Blaine-like after your bizarre transformation. In fact, everything is looking more Blaine-like. Your eyebrows thicken and darken, your slicked-back hair darkening along with them. As your lips plump up and your skin tans slightly, you realize you look like a total Blaine doppelganger. Your dick hardens in the thrift store pants you bought to match the overall preppy look. You look just like your crush! You’re not even questioning it, you just figure you must be dreaming or something. But even if you’re only dreaming, why let the opportunity pass you by to admire yourself more… privately?

In a daze, you wander into the bathroom. Instead of the pigsty it normally is, living with so many roommates, it looks neat and tidy. Tubs of hair gel neatly line the sides of the sink, and the mirror is decorated with playbills, a photo of Blaine and Kurt, and a bumper sticker for a local Lima, Ohio radio station. Not only do you look exactly like Blaine, you’re now in what seems to be his bathroom! You admire yourself in the mirror.

A thrill of excitement thrums through you and you unzip your pants, rubbing yourself at the thought of looking just like your crush.

As you pleasure yourself, you think about the various Glee characters you have the biggest crushes on. Could you use this VHS service to become them all? The thought makes you even more aroused. However, when Blaine returns to your mind, your dick deflates. Suddenly it feels wrong to be thinking about him. You try to cycle back through the other characters in your mind, but suddenly only the female ones come to mind. Brittany, Quinn, even Rachel. Your dick springs back to full hardness and you panic at the sudden shift in your sex drive. You shove your erection back into your pants but not before cum explodes into the sink. You hurriedly wipe it up with some toilet paper.

What the hell is going on? As you scrub, you don’t notice that the gel is slowly easing out of your hair, which curls and falls over your face in a more lackadaisical, unkempt fashion. Stubble sprouts from your cheeks, chin, and upper lip, slowly growing into a short beard. Your clothes morph from your preppy ensemble into more of a rocker vibe, your shredded T-shirt dipping into a V-neck that exposes the dark, matted chest hair that has been busy unfurling across your newly taut torso.

Right when you flush the balled-up wad of TP, a voice interrupts your panic.

“What the hell are you doing in my bathroom?”

You turn to the doorway and see Blaine Anderson standing there. Wait, that can’t be. Weren’t you just him? You turn to look at yourself in the mirror and see a much more rugged, sloppy individual than the person you were just a moment before. You look like Blaine, but… different. Older, somehow. And more unkempt, definitely.

This intruder, on the other hand, looks exactly like Blaine. He also looks annoyed. He taps his toe and runs a hand across his impeccably coiffed hair. “This is why I asked Mom for my own bathroom, so I wouldn’t have to wait for you all the time. How is it that I use 12 hair products a day and you still take longer than I do for everything?”

You’re too shocked to say anything. You’re unsure whether you’re more shocked by the words he’s saying or the fact that Blaine is standing just feet away and you feel nothing about it whatsoever. As your brain sputters, your body kicks into autopilot and you shrug.

“The gays haven’t cornered the market on looking good just yet, little bro,” you chuckle, punching his arm as you head back out into the hallway, which now looks like one that belongs in a pristine suburban home.

As you head back into your room, you notice that it looks entirely different. No game consoles in sight, just laundry strewn everywhere and a mini basketball hoop on the back of the doorway. You absent-mindedly toss a NERF basketball toward the hoop and it hits the rim, flying back in your direction and smacking you in the face, knocking you back onto the unkempt mattress that’s on the floor without a bed frame.

You groggily open your eyes and look around. Where the hell are you? Who the hell are you? You rack your brains. Oh yeah. David Anderson. Eldest son of one of the lamest families on the planet, smack dab in the middle of Buttfuck, Ohio. You scratch your hairy chest underneath your T-shirt and check the time.

You remember you have plans to grab some brews with the boys this evening before seeing the latest movie starring that hot actress you like, so you’d better head out quick so you can hit up the gym beforehand. You throw on your gym clothes, grab your water bottle, and rush out the door.

As you pass by your little bro’s room, you see him singing along to a Mariah Carey tune and practicing his dance moves. You roll your eyes good-naturedly. Singing and dancing aren’t for you, but you appreciate how into it he is. You figure that, for him, singing and dancing brings him the same joy that going to the gym and playing ball with your bros does for you. You leap up to smack the top of the door frame as you head outside, barely giving Blaine another thought as you walk down the street, anticipating the awesome evening ahead of you.

#roll the die #Be Kind Rewind #Gay to Straight #Chest Hair #Facial Hair #Jock

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year ago

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I've been dreaming of the Knight of Dreams.

He pledged to see his father off with a smile. That last wish, he could not fulfill.

This isn’t the happy ending he wanted—open your eyes.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

He wakes to the woods.

Silver automatically recognizes his surroundings. He'd laid out at the base of a great oak, planted right in the center of a lush forest glen. Sunlight filters through the leaves, granting the place an ethereal glow.

A stream threads around a cottage with a roof of straw, shuttered windows open and smiling at him. Where the water rounds at a bend, there's an arched bridge that leads to a path winding up to the cottage. It's picturesque and cozy, an illustration right out of a fairy tale.

It's home.

Silver rubs at his eyes, dispelling the remaining shreds of his drowsiness.

I must have dozed off again. Father must be worried.

He stands, dusting himself off. There's a few blades of grass clinging to his clothes, some petals coming loose. As he runs his hands over fabric, they snag upon something small and hard in the pocket of his pants.

"Huh? What is this...?"

Silver's voice trails off as he fishes out the object. It's a chunky ring in the shape of a crown, which hangs off of a golden chain. Embedded into the ring are many small, clear jewels. In the center is a large gemstone--and when it catches the sunlight, it refracts the colors of the rainbow.

A dull pain starts in the back of his head. He frowns, gently rubbing at the spot to soothe it.

Strange. I don't recall owning something like this. Did I find it lost in the forest?

For reasons unknown to him, the vague image of a smiling man is conjured. The owner? He gropes around in his foggy memories, but comes up with no answer.

Even so, his fingers close protectively around the bauble.

"Silver!"

He looks up, finding his father in the doorway. Lilia wears a shamelessly frilled apron, KISS THE COOK emblazoned upon his chest. The fae happily waves for his son to approach, and his heart melts.

Silver jogs up the path, barely breaking a sweat when he arrives on the porch. "Father."

"Silly boy, you're going to be late for your own birthday party," Lilia teases, lightly booping him on the nose. "Well, come on in! Everything's just about ready."

Silver curiously peers inside. The cottage is clean and neat--a rarity when left alone with his father, though Silver suspects he must have enchanted a broom to do the tidying.

It seems that his father has been hard at work in the kitchen, whipping up many of his... signature dishes which radiate a noxious aura. The most edible looking thing on their tiny dining table is a tiered vanilla cake with 18 candles stabbed into it. It's leaning over, blue frosting dribbling down its sides.

Tucked in one corner of the room is a fine suit on a mannequin, stitched together in shades of pink, blue, and green. Silver raises a brow at his father, who shrugs.

"I couldn't decide on just one color!" Lilia admits.

"You didn't have to go out of your way for all of this."

"Oh, but I wanted to," his father insists, giving him a quick hug. He pulls back, but keeps his hands on Silver's shoulders. "After all, this birthday is a very special one: you're finally considered an adult."

An... adult?

There it is again, that throbbing pain. It comes stronger this time, blinking in and out like a warning light.

Silver grimaces, bringing a hand to his forehead.

Lilia frowns. "Oh dear, are you still half asleep? Maybe you ought to sit down. We can't have you feeling unwell, especially before Malleus and Sebek get here."

"Yes, I think I'll do that," Silver agrees. "I apologize for the trouble. I feel like I haven't been myself lately. Like something is... wrong."

"I didn't realize you were so anxious about aging!" Lilia jokes, steering him over to an open chair. As soon as Silver is safely seated, Lilia goes in for an aggressive ruffle of his hair. "Chin up, m'boy! There is no shame in maturing. Why, I've raised you to be an upstanding young man if I do say so myself! You've got nothing to worry about."

Silver attempts a smile. "Of course."

His clutch on the ring and its chain instinctively tightens.

Lilia notices. "What's that you've got there? You're clenching your fist rather hard."

"Oh, this..." Silver unfurls his fingers. As soon as Lilia lays his eyes upon the piece of jewelry, a shadow passes over his expression, clouding it.

"Where did you find that?" he asks softly. Lilia leans over, a hand hovering, as if preparing to snatch it up. "You weren't supposed to receive this yet. Here, give it back to--"

"NO!!"

Silver says it louder than he means to, startling his father. His body turns from him and toward the ring, intent on guarding it. He doesn't know why--but everything in him is screaming that he must not let it be taken away.

Lilia stops, then shakes his head. "... It's fine. You were going to be gifted it sooner or later."

"You know what it is?" Silver remains alert, still shielding the ring.

"It's your birthday present, from me to you. I've been saving up for quite a while to afford it for you--I wanted it to be a big surprise," Lilia pouts. "Ah, but in the end... I suppose it doesn't matter what the method of delivery is, so long as you're still happy with it."

Silver's brows crease. Something about the comfortable narrative does not quite roll of the tongue smoothly.

A present from his father...

He stares down at the large gem laid in the center of the ring. It's facets twinkle, pink and blue and purple. Just like his eyes.

My... eyes?

A buzzing sound rings in his ears. His father's deep voice rises up through the white noise.

"It must be what your parents wished for. That their child's eyes may remain like this jewel, clear and unclouded... It suits you, Silver."

That is...

Silver sits up straight.

All at once, everything looks different. The world, shifted, and the glowing filter over his lens, gone. This house is not his home, and this man is not his father.

"Hm? Why are you staring at me like that, Silver?" Lilia giggles. "Don't tell me you're daydreaming again."

"... No. No, it's not that."

Silver's eyes flick to the door. It seems so far away.

"I... just remembered something. I forgot to greet the bluebirds." His stomach sinks as he speaks the lie into existence.

"Oh? That's not like you. You're becoming forgetful at age 18!"

Silver nods. "I won't have the time to speak with them once the party begins. May I quickly go to them?"

"Oh my, you're heading out already? So eager to leave the nest."

"... Yes. But please don't worry about me." Silver closes a hand around Lilia's and squeezes. Even if this is all fake, a facsimile, it's still very much the face of his father he is gazing into. He offers reassurance. "I'll be back soon."

"Kufufu. Alright." Lilia squeezes in return. "I'll be waiting then. Don't be late now."

Silver heads for the door.

At the threshold, he looks back one last time. At this, the happy ending crafted for him. A quaint little cottage in the woods, where he would spend the rest of his days with his beloved family.

But it's not what Lilia would have wanted for him. For everyone.

Silver painfully looks away. "Farewell, father. I promise... I will see you again."

Out there. In the real world.

He shuts the door, putting the dream behind him. Silver takes a deep breath.

"Those I've met and will someday... Meet in a Dream."

And then he is gone.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Silver #Lilia Vanrouge #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst countdown #twisted wonderland countdown #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst anni #twisted wonderland anni #twst anniversary #twisted wonderland anniversary #I've been dreaming...#book 7 spoilers

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sageryuri · 2 years ago

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ANIMAL NOISES, YANG JUNGWON.

pairing yang jungwon + afab!reader.

genre pure cuteness.

summary jungwon is tired of the city, he needs a change, and maybe a cute girl to make him feel better.

word count 6.6k

warnings follows jungwon’s thoughts rather than readers, it’s just cute. no idols represented in this writing are not based on their real self.

an this was so cute it made me sad. sorry if something doesn’t make sense i wrote this over two months lol

Jungwon doesn't remember the last time he left the city, all he knew was the sound of the crowding streets and the smoke pollution that slowly filled the air, that no one seemed to really bother about too much. One day, he had woken up and decided that he was simply bored of this lifestyle that he was born into.

For days, the boy lay on his couch, slouching trying to find the perfect place that would get him out of the city for a few months. He had reached a point where he had began to question if he really cared where he was going.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he read the bold letters that spread across his screen. Oak Farm looking for helper during the summer, 234 miles way from you. This was absolutely perfect.

Not only was this far away enough from where he lived, but it sounded like a tranquil vacation. He didn't mind putting in some help while relaxing in the sun for a few hours a day. Quickly, he clicked on the link and sent a message to the requester, who soon replied relieved that someone finally decided to reply to them.

Jungwon was already packed and ready within a few days, constantly making sure that he had absolutely everything with him, and soon his father was dropping him off in front of a beautiful plot of land completed with wooden buildings and fences, animals and produce covering the grounds.

"I can always come pick you up if you aren't enjoying yourself. I didn't really think that this was your kind of thing." Jungwon’s father didn't quite understand what had gone through his son's mind to suddenly want a change of lifestyle. He was sure that within a week, he would receive a call from Jungwon, complaining about how desperately he wanted to come back home.

"Seriously, dad I’ll be fine. I’ve been looking for something like this for awhile, and I think it's good to get away for a month or two. I’ll call you, but not to pick me up." Jungwon replies, and he helps his father haul out all of his luggage from the car. His father mutters a small 'if you say so' under his breath, still not convinced, "That house is where I’m staying, I’ll be back."

Jungwon makes his way to the cottage-like house that he had saw a picture of online. Before knocking on the door, he clears his throat and takes a deep breath. After a few seconds, he finally knocks and he hears shuffling around the house. Soon enough, the door is opening and Jungwon comes face to face with someone.

This was most definitely not the old lady that he had previously had a conversation with, and it definitely wasn't her husband either.

“Oh, hi! You must be Jungwon, nice to meet you, I’m YN. This is my grandma's land, I’ll go get her for you now." You had a sweet smile on your face, eyes sparkling into his. Jungwon tried his best to keep his jaw shut, and he was sure that his irises had formed into love hearts.

"Uh- yeah, yeah, thank you." He finally smiles back at you, and you walk away leaving the door open. He takes the time to investigate what he can see of the inside from where he stood. It was neat and tidy, decorated in a way that can only be described as an old couple. He thought it was adorable, and it was refreshing to see considering he was stuck with the industrial, modernised design at home.

His dad and your grandma arrive at the door at the same time, Jungwon’s father holding the suitcases and the old lady, who jungwon remembered to be called June, was holding a steaming cup of tea in a gorgeous china teacup, "Oh, it's so lovely to finally meet you, dear. We’ve needed another man around here ever since Daniel started getting back problems..."

Jungwon hears you chuckle from the dining table that you had began setting up, so he assumes that Daniel is your grandfather. June and his father greet each other, small talk being made while the suitcases are being brought inside. The leather appearance didn't match the vibe of the house, and Jungwon wondered if his clothing would make him stand out like a sore thumb.

When his father leaves, once again reminding him that he doesn't have to do this, June states that jungwon can get settled in his temporary room until dinner was ready. It was really sweet how they had immediately began treating him as if he had been here for awhile.

He isn't sure if the room is his style, considering that the blankets have a designed on them that resemble cute carrots that are blushing, but it's not that big of a deal. He’s sure that there aren't many men that are willing to do this, and he doesn't want them to spend money on unnecessary items.

He settles himself on the bed, and he pulls his phone out of his pocket to message his friends about how everything was going so far. The bars on the screen aren't exactly high, but it's good enough to send a text.

JUNGWON: hey! just got here, it's cute as hell in here

HEESEUNG: not going soft on us are you??

HEESEUNG: haha, glad you're feeling good abt it so far

JAY: i wish i came with you because riki is driving me fucking insane

JUNGWON: there's a girl here and i didnt know there would be a girl here

RIKI: BRO IS FREAKING OUTTTT‼️‼️‼️

JAY: oh my god i'm going crazy 🤗

Before Jungwon can curse Riki out over text, there's a soft knock of the door. Jungwon makes a great attempt to not stumble over his words when he says 'come in', and he has a soft smile on his face when you open the door. You lean against the door way and return the smile, "Sorry about the bedding, I know it's probably not your kind of thing, it's from when I was a kid."

"Do you live here? It’s gorgeous around here." Jungwon notices that the corners of your lips lift a little more when he compliments the home, and he isn't quite sure why you appear to have some sort of hold on him. You were just a girl who so happened to be extremely pretty, maybe it didn't help that you were really sweet too.

"I’ve lived with my grandparents pretty much my whole life, I don't think I could ever seen myself being anywhere else. You, however, don't look like you come to places like this often." You move yourself over to sit on the bed instead, and Jungwon moves over a little to give you more space, but also so he wouldn't feel his leg brush against yours.

"Well, you'd be right to assume that. I’ve lived in the city since i was a kid so it's really all i've ever known. It’s not very enjoyable though, but my dad seems to really like it. I can't wait until I can move out." Jungwon finds it difficult to look you in the eyes, but he truly tries his best, he doesn't want you to feel as awkward as he does.

"I was just wondering... I’m sure you didn't just come here to help out, it's a getaway too I’m sure. If you'd like, a couple of my friends and I are going out this weekend, and I was wondering if you wanted to come? Just so you don't feel too lonely." You had asked, and he didn't think you actually could have gotten any more perfect. He imagined that your grandma may have pressured you into asking, but you had still asked him.

“I’d really like that, thank you.” The conversation finished at that, and you informed him that dinner would be ready soon before leaving the room. Jungwon flipped himself backwards into the bed, his hands holding his face as emotions rushed through his body.

He wanted a calm getaway. He could not stay calm while he was around you. Yang Jungwon had no idea what he was going to do with himself.

Poor Jungwon had forgot to consider that people who lived on farms, people who owned a bunch of loud animals, would be morning people. Poor Jungwon was not a morning person, and had never been a morning person.

The sound of a rooster outside almost made him jump out of his skin (he had really thought they only made those dramatic waking calls in movies, he was wrong). He picks up his phone to read seven AM, and he gasps in pure distress at the idea of being awake at this time. He would usually sneak in another few hours.

And he would have, but he could hear clanging of pots downstairs, and something smelled so good it was practically dragging him out of the bed. So he does, but he makes sure you sneak his way into the bathroom to make himself more presentable — but he senses that as the days go on, he'll probably care less and less about looking good.

When Jungwon reaches the bottom of the stairs, he sees you all making your way around the kitchen. However, there's two new another additions to the trio which was June, Daniel and YN. There’s a girl and boy sat on the floor, maybe around eight or nine, who are giggling with each other and playing. Jungwon finally speaks, "Good morning."

"Good morning darling! Did you sleep well? You’ll have quite a busy day today." June gives him the sweetest little smile and it truly tugs on Jungwon’s heart strings. You walk past quickly, saying good morning as you rushed around the house, placing a hand on his shoulder as you pass by him. Daniel waves, immediately going back to his newspaper.

"It was really good, thank you. Is there anything that I can help with?" June only laughs and shakes her head, ushering him to take a seat at the table. Jungwon wonders how he feels more comfortable with the family here compared to his own — maybe because they never gave him the opportunity to eat with them, that seemed to be normal here.

There is small talk during the breakfast, and Jungwon learns that Daniel isn't as scary as he looks. They inform jungwon that he'll likely spend the rest of the day with you and the horses and he acts cooly, as if he wasn't about to burst at the thought of getting to know you better.

The day is bright and the sky is clear, and it's nice to acknowledge that there's no grey smoke in the sky, only the fluffy white clouds. When he arrived the day previous, he hadn't given himself much time to really look at his surroundings. he can't help but compare it to home, how free it makes him feel here. The open space is new to him, and though you are stood behind him messing with your boots, he can still feel as if he's by himself.

"Okay! Since it's your first day, I’ll take it easy on you. You can just watch me for today and you can learn the ropes. We mostly just need help with the horses because we recently got a new one." You begin walking away and Jungwon jogs so that he is walking next to you. He can see the horse barn in the distance, as well a few horses rummaging a field of grass, "Wehave a few horses, I teach sometimes. My favourite is Minnie, she's really cute, I think you'll like her too."

"Oh, you're a horse rider? That’s really cool! I wish I could ride a horse... I think I’d just fall right off." You laugh at him and Jungwon’s body feels with pride when he realises — though he tries not to get ahead of himself with jokes, as he'd rather figure out what makes you laugh first.

Point one, when he mentions getting hurt, of course you wouldn't actually laugh if he fell off a horse. He’d hope.

"I can teach you at some point if you want... free of charge, so you better be a natural." You grin at him and he rolls his eyes, hoping the two of you will keep up your playful behaviour. Jungwon enjoys talking to you even if it had happened so often at the moment. You were different from his friends, who were loud and energetic.

"I think we've got enough time for me to learn how to ride a horse, I’m going to be here until the end of August." It was mid-May, so Jungwon knew he would be here for a couple of months. At first, jungwon hadn't been worried that he would get attached to anyone, but you were all so sweet and you had even offered to bring him to meet your friends.

He was already trying to convince himself that the farm wasn't too far away to travel back and forth from.

The two of you make it to the stables, and Jungwon almost finds himself in complete awe. He had been to stables before, but they were never as incredible as yours were, it wasn't difficult to tell that the horses were well looked after, "This way, i’ll introduce you to Honey and Minnie, they're the only ones in their stables right now."

The two horses that you had brought Jungwon to were ethereal. Honey, was well, Honey, and had a long beige mane. Minnie was covered in black and white spots, thought significantly bigger than Honey was. Jungwon hadn’t seen many horses in real life before, but he could tell that these two were well taken care of.

"Unfortunately, there'll be a lack of horse riding today, we just have to take care of them. All the horses have their own days, and this is Honey and Minnie’s. once you know what you're doing, I’ll probably just be leaving you to it in the future. Is it okay if I take your hand?" You ask, and Jungwon is still taking in the previous information when he nods his head.

You softly pull at his hand and he knows that his cheeks are becoming red when the feeling of butterflies decides to appear in his stomach. One after the other, you let Jungwon get used to the two horses by petting them while your hand still rests on his — Jungwon doesn't quite understand why you needed to hold his hand for this, but he isn't complaining.

When you tell Jungwon that it's time for the disgusting part, shivers travel down his spine. The smell when he walks into the actual stable isn't exactly nice, but you seem to have no reaction to it like he does.

You show him all that he needs to know: how to clean out the stable, how to take care of the horses, even the personality between the two horses. He began to realise how educated you were on this, and it only made him feel more attracted to you.

It had taken all day, and when Jungwon got back into his carrot themed bed, he began to question every little thing.

It was a few days later, and the day that Jungwon would be coming with you to meet your friends. Every part of his body was aching from the day previous and he would have loved to lay in bed all day, but he would not be missing this opportunity.

Jungwon stretches as he leaves the bed, and he notices that the whole house is quiet. He decides to go downstairs, and finds that there is no one around. Soon, he seed the pastel purple post-it note stuck onto the fridge that he had known wasn't there before — 'We have all gone to the stalls around the corner, we didn't want to wake you up so early. We’ll be back before ten, June.'

"Ah... that's a bummer, I was kind of looking forward to buying stuff at those stalls. I guess I can always just go another time." Jungwon turns on his heel and looks around the open spaced house, he thought this would be a good time to take a better look around.

His feet take him into the living room, where he had been in for a few moments when he had first arrived. It’s lit with natural lighting and has minimal colour, apart from a green pattern blanket over an armchair and a few fluffy green pillows scattering the sofas.

What begins to catch Jungwon’s eye is the collection of framed pictures sprinkled across the top of a cabinet on the opposite side of the room. In his lonesomeness, Jungwon picks up a picture frame to take a look at it closely.

You, June and Daniel are all in the picture, as well as the two twins, though everyone is significantly younger. The twins are just babies, so he imagines this picture was around six or seven years ago. You are around fourteen years old, and he thinks you look absolutely adorable. Your smile was just as bright as it is now, and you seem to have been just as sweet.

As he places the frame back down, he hears his phone ringing from his back pocket. He sighs, imagining it was his father attempting to get him back home, but he was happily surprised to see a call from his best friend Heeseung, "Hey! i've missed you."

"Hey buddy, I’ve missed you too, everyone has. How are you doing? Found anymore pretty ladies?" Jungwon can hear Heeseung’s teasing tone through the phone, and he rolls his eyes.

At home, the people were difficult to talk to. They weren't kind, or helpful, or filled with hospitality — they tended to be rude and off-putting, blinded by their own riches to care for other people. Somehow, Jungwon and his friends had avoided that ideal, so they were closer than ever. So, Jungwon had never gone through the efforts to find a partner.

"Very funny. No, you know I’ve only been here for like a week. I’ve barely even left the farm. Actually, YN asked me to come with her to meet some of her friends today." Jungwon replies, and he starts to wonder outside and takes a seat on the swinging chair on the decking.

"Really? Don’t go leaving us all back at home, the boys and I were thinking that we could come and visit you next month once you've settled in, though we don't want to intrude on anything." If anything, jungwon wished that his friends would come now.

He can't help but feel a little lost without them, and he wishes that they could have come with him from the beginning. They were all busy people, the oldest having their own business to attend to and Riki was still making his way through college. by next month, they'd likely be more free and Jungwon would be more comfortable.

"I’ll never leave you all, you're my best friends. I’d love if you came down next month, I’ll need some familiar faces." For about an hour, Jungwon and Heeseung find themselves talking about what had happened in the last two days, until you and your family had come back, "I’m gonna have to go, I’ll talk to you again soon."

Jungwon is very anxious once he is in the car with you.

"You don't need to look so nervous, Jungwon. They’re all cool people, I wouldn't be friends with them if they were anything but that." You’re driving down the streets of your town, and it's reaching about five PM, but since it's may the sun is starting to stay out later so it's still bright as it could be, "Are you... Are you worried they might see you differently because you aren't from around here?"

"I mean, I guess so, yeah. In my city, they probably wouldn't treat you too nicely. Not that I’d do the same, obviously. I just don't want your friends to think that of me." Jungwo’s face is resting in his palm as he rests and looks out of the car window, so he doesn't notice the sad and worried look that you give him for a moment.

"The same thing goes for you then. They know I wouldn't be friends with someone if they weren't a good person. This wasn't a pity invite, no matter how you might think it. I really like you." Something in your stomach feels weird when you say those words, and it does the same to Jungwon too, though it does encourage him to look at you and smile.

Within ten minutes, you've reached a field area that you had talked about before. You mentioned how this was the spot you and your friends liked to go when the weather was nice, because it seemed to be the only patch of grass that would get cut.

"Hey, hey! Jungwon, these are my friends. Sunghoon, Sunoo, Yunjin, Jake and Sakura. Friends, this is Jungwon, I told you about him recently." You introduce him to your friends and Jungwon realises he hasn't even planned what he was going to say. So, he sticks with a simple 'hi' as they all usher him to sit down on the blanket with them.

"God, it's so nice to finally meet you. She hasn't shut up about someone coming down to help of the farm for once. You’ve been doing amazing, by the way." this is Yunjin, a blonde haired girl who seems to sit in confidence, she gives a look to you and Jungwon once again doesn't notice you rolling your eyes — he hasn't been very observant today.

"So, heard you came from the city. I did too, I only moved here about a year ago." Jungwon learns that him and Jake were actually from the same city, and all the nerves that had settled themselves in his chest slowly faded away as he got to know the group of friends better.

Somehow, they had managed to talk to each other as if they were old friends who were getting to know each other again, learning about each other for a second time since it was as if they could read each other perfectly. Jungwon knows that his friends and your friends would get along well, and he waits for the day that they can become one.

"I think me and Sunghoon are gonna get going now, he has some stupid curfew on his car so he can't drive past ten PM. We’ll see you both later!" Sakura and Sunghoon stand up and begin leaving, though Yunjin, Jake and Sunoo had left earlier on. That left only Jungwon and you on the field alone at nine twenty seven PM.

The sudden silence was comforting, it allowed Jungwon’s jaw to stop aching from laughing and talking all day. For a few minutes, the both of you sit there staring at the stars, only looking at each other when the other was entranced by the image in the sky.

"I had fun today, thank you." You speak and Jungwon almost flinches, mostly because the sound of your voice has frightened him from the quiet, but also because he wasn't quite sure what you were thanking him for. He should be the one thanking you, shouldn't he?

"What are you thanking me You’re you're the one who invited me out here." You and Jungwon both turn to look at each other, this is the first time you had made eye contact since the two of you were left alone, but it wasn't the first time that you had admired each other, "In fact, I had fun today too, and I’m thanking you for that.”

"Because... I don't know, I just wanted to thank you. You’ve been nothing but kind and helpful to everyone. Last year, we had a problem with someone who came to help. She wouldn't do any work and I was so fatigued everyday trying to save her ass from getting in trouble. This year, you came along and even though you’ve only been here for a few days you’ve helped us so much. You’re like a breathe of fresh air.”

The speech quite literally leaves Jungwon with no words. He looks at you and something has shifted inside of him, and he truly feels like he has a problem now. It’s only been a week or so, and he’s already completely infatuated with you and your glowing personality. He returns a smile, and when your hand slips into his softly, the both of you continue to stare at the stars, just for a little while.

The horse is very big, in fact Jungwon thinks that it might be taller than him, and it's starting him down with it's big brown eyes. He knows that Minnie is used to him now and has actually taken a large liking to him (that's what you had told him, though he doesn't quite understand how you know because all the horses have acted the same), but it still doesn't stop him from being terrified since this is his first time on a horse.

He rolls his eyes when turns around to see you laughing at him, tears in your eyes from the scene taking place in front of you. For some reason, his constant reluctance to get on the horse even though he has wanted a lesson, was absolutely hilarious to you, "Wonnie, come on, you're overreacting. I’ll even help you get on, here."

You had gained a habit over the last two weeks of calling Jungwon 'Wonnie'. now, if anyone else has started giving him this nickname, he would have been fine. Your, and now his friends, had picked up on this habit now and he didn't mind it at all, it was cute. When it was coming from your mouth? He might as well just get on one knee there and then.

"You can't laugh at me for being scared to get on this absolute beast, no offence Minnie. I’ve never been on a horse before!" Jungwon whines and you only ignore him, taking a step forward to help him onto Minnie.

"Here. Put one foot into the stirrup, and then stand on my hand. I’ll give you a boost. I know you're about to complain about getting my hand dirty with your shoes, I can tell you I don't give a shit." With hesitance, he puts his foot into your hands and you push him up onto the horse, and he wobbles a little when he managed to get on.

He’s been on rollercoasters before, he's climbed mountains before, but somehow this feels like it's the highest he's ever been. Maybe it's because there's no belt to keep him protected, or the fact he wasn't on his own two feet, but this was terrifying, "You know what, I’m not too sure about this. how do I get off?"

"Oh Won, stop being a big baby. You’re already up there, look I’m holding the reins. She’s well-trained, she won't move until you or I signal her too. I’ll keep hold until you want me to let go. Hold the reins firmly, sit up straight. When you want Minnie to move, press your heel into her side, but not too hard. I’ll keep hold."

"Okay, okay. This feels mean, this doesn't hurt her right?" You make sure to reassure him that the horse is fine, and after five minutes Minnie is finally moving. Jungwon begins to enjoy it, he no longer fears the height of the horse, "You can let go."

With one last look at Jungwon, no words are spoken when his eyes are filled with certainty on this decision. So, you allow yourself to let go and leave everything else up to Jungwon. The field you are in is small, so it doesn't give Minnie an opportunity to run off, possibly hurting him in the process.

You are quick to learn that Jungwon seems to catch on easily, and within minutes you start to consider getting him in on some equestrian shows (maybe the basic children ones though, he wasn't that good).

"Oh my god, Won are you sure you've never done this before? Most people don't have a horse trotting around so quickly, especially not with this much control. I think you're just lying to me so you can spend more time with me." You hadn't meant any harm in your comment, seeing it as some banter between you and a friend.

In that moment, Jungwon had almost fallen off Minnie as a blush crept onto his cheeks. It wasn't like you had actually caught him in a lie, he had never been on a horse before, but in a way this was an opportunity for him to spend more time with you outside of the work he had agreed to do.

He wasn't sure how long he had been on that horse for, but it was much longer than he had intended, and it was beginning to become irritating just being there. he knew that this particular skill wasn't his forte and he likely wouldn't be attempting to ride a horse again — especially not Minnie, she was too tall.

“I’m simply just good at everything I do, I think you might just be a little jealous.” And for the hundredth time, you roll your eyes at Jungwon.

Officially, Jungwon has been on the farm for just over a month. It’s the middle of June, and unfortunately his friends haven't had the time to travel yet.

Overall, the month had been almost as he had imagined. It was almost the perfect break that he needed. He’d learnt a myriad of new skills, made lots of new friends and was making happy memories everyday.

So, what could possibly bothering him so much that it had ruined his getaway? You.

Realistically, you hadn't intended to do anything wrong, and you hadn't actually done anything wrong. You had just been yourself, and Jungwon’s brain couldn't help but question his true thoughts about you.

Yes, he knows that he had always thought you were pretty, and he though you were an amazing person. That hadn't changed, not at all. What had changed, was that the lingering touches and flirtatious banter was genuinely beginning to bother him.

He had seen you act similar with your friends. You had always argued and flirted with all of them, and it had never bothered him. This was just the way you were, but he couldn't help but notice that there was more longing within him, how everything seemed to last just those few seconds longer.

Though the rest of the group had been oblivious to the lasting tension between the two of you, Sunghoon and Yunjin had been more observant over Jungwon. The two had become so bored of the antics, and we're waiting for you both to explain how you felt.

They had to give one of you a push, and Jungwon seemed to be much less stubborn.

SUNGHOON: hey won! was just wondering if you wanted to go to the diner w me and yunjin

SUNGHOON: everyone else is a little busy but i know today is a free day for you!

JUNGWON: oh yeah for sure

JUNGWON: you don't mind picking me up right? yn usually takes me

SUNGHOON: yeah, course

SUNGHOON: be there soon

In the next hour, Jungwon, Yunjin and Sunghoon sat in the diner with their good and milkshakes. Jungwon seems to notice that something is a little off between the two of them, and his eyebrows furrow when he realises the two of them have been looking between each other while hesitantly attempting to speak, "Why are you both being weird? You haven't even touched your food. What’s going on?"

"We-uh-... I thought this would be a lot easy to say out loud..." Sunghoon trembles over every letter, leaving Yunjin to roll her eyes and poke at her loaded fries with her fork. In this moment, Jungwon starts to think that the two of them are actually together; thought it was quite the opposite.

"We know that you have a crush on YN! You’re so incredibly obvious it hurts that she can't tell. As well as that, we think she definitely has a crush on you too, we’ve known her long enough to tell." Yunjin’s outburst leaves Jungwon and Sunghoon with dropped jaws, but for two entirely different reasons, "And don't even try to act like you don't!"

"Well- no! It’s just that- fine! Yeah, yeah I do really like her. Why are you telling me something I already know?" It’s Jungwon’s time to put his burger down and pretend that it isn't there, because suddenly he didn't have an appetite and the smell of food in the area made him feel like he was about to throw up.

Yunjin and Sunghoon look at each other again. She purses her lips and Sunghoon looks around the room as if he's trying to avoid Jungwon’s eyes that are wide and shocked, "We, we were thinking that we should encourage you to ask her out. We are, like, 99% sure she likes you back."

"And! If she does say no, you'll be living so far away it won't be awkward!" Sunghoon speaks as if that was a good thing, but the drop of Jungwon’s lips and the slap he receives on the back of his head from Yunjin speaks otherwise, "Ouch?! I’m just speaking the truth."

"Your truth is bullshit! He’d still be coming down to see us all anyway! Listen, Won, this is obviously completely up to you, we aren't pushing you to ask her out if you really don't want to- but! We think it would be worth a shot, the rest of the group does too. Have a think about it."

And that's exactly what Jungwon does. He spends the whole day questioning wether this would he right or wrong, wether this would test your friendship or take it to another level.

He makes his decision as you arrive home that he would do it. Though Sunghoon’s words had stung, they had been true. He would be far away if you had rejected him, and it wouldn’t be often that he would he seeing you.

But it ended up to be so much worse than he could have ever imagined.

He waited, waited and waited until you had arrived home. In fact, he’d been pacing around the barn for about half an hour because he wanted to tell you how he felt outside of the house. When he heard what he had thought was your car park up, he almost jumped out of his skin.

He’d peeked out to see what you had been doing in the moment — and his heart felt like it had been crushed by your own hands, the ones that appeared to be slotted into another mans hands.

What made it even worse? You had seen Jungwon in the barn just as this was happening.

The rain felt nice, Jungwon thought it was made for him in the moment. The way it fell down on him made him understand that this was real, and he genuinely believed that he was falling in love with you.

Within the next week, his friends would be turning up, and Jungwon couldn't even bare to look at you because he didn't want to ruin your blooming friendship since he couldn't help but fall for you. In his eyes, he had one week to get over you and be your friend.

Only friends.

He’s been sat in the rain for so long now, that the droplets are beginning to drip down the tip of his nose and his eyelashes. He was sure that when he would stand up, his jeans would be covered in mud. It doesn’t bother him though, because he's got more important things on his mind.

"What am I going to do with you, Wonnie." Your sweet voice appears from behind him, and for a second he believes he is just hearing you in his head. You take a seat next to him, despite the hard rain, and your head falls softly onto his drenched shoulder, "You’re gonna get one hell of a cold if you sit outside moping around."

“I think I have a valid reason to be moping around." He still worried that anything he says will come across as strange, so he holds everything back. His shoulder tingles underneath your head, for once every little touch you place upon him burns.

It hurts, it hurts so much. Yet, even though your touch left invisible scars upon his body in that moment, he would let you burn every inch of skin on his body if that was what you desired. This month had showed him that if there was one person he would let break him down, and it was you.

"You know, I’ve always wanted to dance in the rain." You smile and lift your head to look towards Jungwon, hoping that he would return your gaze. After a loud sigh, he looks at you with his soft eyes, "Will you, Yang Jungwon, take this dance?"

He hopes that you aren't messing around with the way he feels, he hopes that this moment is as real as how he thinks about you. He hopes that the pleasurable sparks that he feels when your hand slips once more into his, feeling so significantly different than usual, that you feel it too.

Oh, how you do.

When the two of you stand up, your hands leave his, but it doesn't leave him in disappointment. They make their way up his arms and find themselves resting around his neck, while his own are nestled on your waist.

"Don’t you think it's a little awkward to dance without music?" He isn't sure why he decided to ruin the moment with such a silly question, maybe the nerves, or the small percentage that you were only doing this to make him feel better rather than to admit your feelings for him.

"I don't find anything to be awkward when I’m with you. never with you, Wonnie. You know, what you saw didn't mean anything. He was dropping me off from a job I was doing, he'd asked me out when we got to the door and what you saw was me telling him that there were no feelings. You know why? because I’ve been waiting for you to stop being so shy about asking me out."

"Oh... well, then. I’m sorry for making assumptions. I’s just spoken to Sunghoon and Yunjin who suggested asking you out, I’d i'd really worked myself up over it. I guess, I was just nervous it was an excuse to not do it. I really, really like you." Due to your open confession, Jungwon feels that he no longer has to hold back. He doesn't have to pretend anymore.

His forehead rests so comfortably on yours, and your left hand falls to rest on his neck rather than around his shoulders. When your nose bumps against his, the rain isn't there anymore. This burning feeling that you had left on his skin only moments ago began to tickle.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?" He speaks, and you only giggle and open your eyes to look up at him through your lashes. You respond, quite boldly, by pressing yourself against him for the first time.

Forever and always.

#enhypen x reader #jungwon x reader #enhypen fluff #jungwon fluff #enhypen fanfic #jungwon fanfic #enhypen oneshot #jungwon oneshot #enhypen ff #jungwon ff #enha x reader #enha fluff #enha oneshot #enha ff

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socialismforall · 8 months ago

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Democrats Lose 15M Voters Between 2020 and 2024

The US election results aren’t fully counted yet, but it's looking like Kopmala needs a miracle to win the last few states in play. So far, it looks like Trump got 3M fewer votes than in 2020 while Harris got a whopping 15M fewer votes than Biden in 2020. That's a stunning statement of no confidence in a candidate and party that pissed on voters' heads and told us it was raining.

Dems have been going against what the base wants time and again in order to deliver what their 1% owners want; only 8% of Dem voters are actively against #MedicareForAll, for example, yet I didn't hear a single Democrat even mention it this time around. The only time this works for them electorally is when the GOP manages to make itself extra-hated in voters' very recent memory as in 2020 or 2008. Unfortunately for them, it seems like 2024 wasn't one of those times.

Beyond the elections though, what we're witnessing more broadly is the final period of an entire economic system, capitalism. As advanced monopoly capitalism (capitalist-imperialism or just simply "imperialism" in Marxist-Leninist terms) continues to decay, it will become more and more fascist all around. What this means is that there will be no mainstream political options capable of presenting anything else -- and in fact, we should be very skeptical of any that are presented from here on as they most likely will be illusions used to serve the system's needs, not ours, used mainly to buy the capitalists more time.

What I support now is continuing to pull progressive working people out of the insane, anti-democratic death cult of the "Democratic" Party and getting them to organize outside of it, either in a mass left party like the Greens or, for those interested in vanguard studies, a communist party (yet to be formed as most efforts to form a large US vanguard party have resulted in revisionist failures), which in turn can help to advise the mass organizations. Such an effort is not primarily about winning elections within the dying capitalist system, though undoubtedly some wins will be made here and there. It also isn't about "pulling the Democrats left" although we can expect (and must guard against) some amount of left-pandering from Dems as more and more disillusioned workers flee their ranks to join an independent (anti-corporate money, anti-billionaire money) option. It's about advertising the existence of an alternative, disrupting capitalist politics as usual, and building class consciousness and an independent fighting spirit among the workers in preparation for the much more serious struggles ahead, struggles which won't take the neat and tidy form of a capitalist-managed election. Until workers go through the process of detaching their thinking and anxieties from those of the dying bourgeoisie, we won't be able to envision a clear path forward into socialism.

source for text screenshot: https://zeteo.com/p/poll-harris-democrats-gaza-ceasefire-arms-embargo

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dozing-marshmallow · 1 year ago

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Can you make Don x co-host!reader (nonbinary) where reader was once Chris's co-host, but because he treated them like crap they decide to quit him before they start working together with Don? It's more like a platonic scenario, but if you want, you can make it romantic

Ohhh of course! Hope you enjoy!!

Just to clarify, I haven’t watched the Ridonculous Race and I don’t plan to, but I have read up on the cast and the premise so excuse me if there’s any inaccuracies with Don’s character.

DON X CO-HOST!READER ONE SHOT

Underpaid and mistreated (Y/N), your boss Chris McLean ordered you to conduct one of the interviews for the next season host position.

You forgot why you even wanted to work here.

"Start by working with someone who's more experienced" they said "You'll get your chance at fame in no time" they said.

Fame. Hah. Good one.

You walk down to Ground Floor and saw an unfamiliar man sitting in the waiting lobby. His hair was a neat chestnut colour, he had a clean face and wore a tidy suit.

You approach him,"Hello, you must be the candidate for the new season host."

The man glances up and stands tall,“Yes, that would be me.”

“Excellent. This way please.”

He follows you into the office.

“I must say, it’s a great honour to be interviewed by you.” the gentleman claims as he sits up straight in the chair.

“Oh, thank you.” you’ve done this long enough to keep a straight face whenever someone attempts flattery,“Alright, so good morning, I hope you are well. As you’re aware, I am (Y/N) (L/N), current co-host of the Total Drama show and I will be conducting your interview today. First and foremost, have you watched Total Drama and are aware of what it involves?”

“Of course.”

The rest of the interview went as expected until the end.

"Finally, do you have any questions for me?” you asked, your tone still devoid of excitement.

“Yes." The man, whose name was Don, answered,"I wanted to ask if you’re happy with your job.”

“Huh?” you gaze up from your note taking to meet Don's attentive, geniune one.

“Yeah, uh." a jocund smile breaks out on his lips,"You don’t seem very delighted, especially when we were talking about your boss. I must say, you don’t seem too fond of him.”

...This took an unusual turn,“Who, Chris? Nah, he’s fine. He’s just got a lot of flaws, but we all do.”

He leans in marginally,“Well judging by your expression, you seem like you could use some new company.”

“Is this your way of trying to charm me into getting you to be more considered than other applicants?” you ask, piling the papers up and hitting them on the table to even them out.

“Not at all. All I’m saying is that this job, is a pretty big deal and should I be lucky to get it, I wanna take you with me.”

As if this interview couldn't have gotten weirder,“Why? This job description mentions that a co-host of any sort will not be necessary.”

“When was the last time your boss gave you a vacation?”

Good point. Chris never pays you enough to miss a day or two for yourself.

“Look, I’ll even add it at the bottom of my contract.” Don declared and he did, as much as he could fit.

You smirk,“Well, alright then. Sign it whenever you’re ready.”

"You have my word." he affirms, scratching his signature on the line of dots,"I'm specifically keen on sticking to rules and deals."

It sounded too good...“Just so you know, this decision is ultimately up to Team Total Drama.” you remind, making it clear you could not promise anything.

His ambition did not fade a bit,“Influenced by the feedback you give.”

Why hadn't they hired someone like him from the beginning?

Better late than never.

Yep. He was hired!

When you heard it, you immediately revoked your contract with Chris; although a very insulting farewell, it didn't stop your feeling of freedom nor how Ridonculous Race was like World Tour, but a gazillion times better.

You thought it was just you, but one day, a few months after the full season was aired, you had an encounter with Don that would change everything.

"Would you look at that! This year's season of Total Drama has gained more fan approval than the three seasons Chris hosted in the previous years combined!"

Your eyebrow perks up in surprise,"Really?"

He nods, proudly showing you the numbers on his tablet,"It's quite the sight!"

You take a glance.

And another.

You couldn't believe it. These ratings were phenomenal. Just phenomenonal. You thought it was a joke, but after confirming the legitimacy of the site to yourself, your jaw drops.

"You know what this shows?" Don asks, holding the tablet to his side.

"What does it show, Don?" the mesmerised repeat left your tongue rhetorically.

"One, the network was completely right about accepting a new host this time around." he triumphantly lists,"And two, I was completely right about bringing you alongside me."

You couldn't resist the smile on your face at the beauty of how well things turned out,"Well, colour me impressed."

"It seems like our former host lost more than he bargained for." he grins, curling his arm around your neck,"You're not planning on going back to him in case he gets another season launched, are you?"

You granted him a heartless laugh, fingers reaching to his hand,"Never again."

#tdi #tdi x reader #total drama #request #td don #td ridonculous race #total drama ridonculous race #td ridonculous race don x reader #td don x reader #tdi don

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sunshinesfm · 9 months ago

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*ೃ༄. 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑮 .... 𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑳𝑨 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑺𝑹𝑰.

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed ( laila somsri } walking by . don’t tell me you don’t know who { she } is ? they kind of look like { davika hoorne } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { 30 } years old right now . they’ve been living in palmview for the last { twenty seven years } and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { monica geller } from { friends} . if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { mango bay restaurant } as a { chef } . you see this town isn’t really that big of a place , some folks like to call them the { the mom friend } of palmview ! they took a liking to the name too after a while , go figure . oh crap , crap they must have heard me yapping , they’re coming this way . i got to warn you though , rumor has it they can pretty { compulsive } at times . i wouldn’t take it too seriously though , from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { organized } to me . we see each other all the time since they live in that { 2 bedroom } apartment beside me over in { mango bay } . i better leave you to it , it was nice meeting you . { nic. 27. she/her. est. }

information:

full name: laila somsri.

age: 27.

occupation: chef.

residence: mango bay.

family: mom, dad, and one brother.

favorite color: yellow.

label: the mom friend.

hometown: palmview grove, fl.

hobbies: cooking, baking, cleaning, journaling, meditating.

pets: none.

nickname: may.

hair color: brunette.

eye color: brown.

works at: the mango bay restaurant.

counterpart: monica geller.

birthdate: december 16th 1997.

star sign: sagittarius.

gender: ciswoman.

pronouns: she / her.

sexuality: bisexual.

martial status: single.

traits: compulsive and organized.

biography:

laila grew up with her brother who was only a year older from her. the two were both very different individuals. she grew up feeling as though they favored her brother more than her because of the field he wanted to go into and how much they praised him for his hard work and dedication. feeling as though at times, she didn't always get that same praise. she knew her family loved her, but sometimes there were times where she noticed these kinds of things and it had tended to bother her. she ended up growing a love for cooking. baking wasn't entirely something she was good at, but she didn't hate it. ever since she was younger she had dreams to be able to open up her own restaurant. and as of lately, she's been close enough to reaching that dream it was something she had been hoping for. believing in herself that it could become a reality was hard at times but she could see it becoming true more than anything. when it comes to being neat and tidy, everything of hers is in a certain spot and is labelled properly and has a spot of their own. so, if something it was moved without her knowing then she would question you and ask you why it was moved. everything has a place and is organized. a lot of the times she will clean multiple times a day. especially, when it comes to cleaning out her room. like her closets and clearing out cabinets and such. laila truly hates messes and will clean things up if she sees something out of place or will ask if she can fix it. laila's known to offer to bring desserts and such to her friends if she knew that she had a bad day. when going to school for culinary she lost touch with her roommate in college that she thought would've been one of her closet friends that she's had, but unfortunately it didn't turn out the way she had originally hoped it would've.

headcanons:

laila keeps a cuilnary journal where she logs every recipe she experiments with. along with notes on what worked and what didn't and if she would want to make it again. a lot of the time, her notes are found to be color coded to make sure she keeps everything in place and more organized.

she has a lot of idead for different things and sometimes would just blurt them out when she thought of it.

she has a system when it comes to doing things a certain way. ' the laila way. ' and she won't let anyone mess with it, especially when helping her out with cooking, cleaning, or anything else.

she knows where everything is in her place, so if you were to move it she would probably question you and asked why or if you know how it got moved.

she has a favorite apron and usually considers it to be her lucky charm. it's a bit worn out by this point in time, but it is incredibly clean.

laila ikes to be able to host some dinner parties sometimes. it's a fun way to be able to have a get together with her friends and gives her a chance to host which is something she fully enjoys. she even goes all out to make particular playlists for these kinds of events.

her favorite color just so happens to be yellow. sometimes even rose gold.

she loves to plan things out! and if you give her the chance to help you plan things, she absolutely takes it serious and likes to make sure that she has all of the details in the proper order.

her kitchen is organized. every utensil, ingrident, pot and pan, spices are all labeled and has it's own designated place within her apartment. occasionally, she'll clean it out and change things up.

laila likes to start her morning prep early, especially when at work. or even before the sunrises. the quiet hours of the morning are usually the best for her to be able to do her best work and do it calmly without any sort of distractions.

growing up she had a golden retriever named daisy.

given her mom friend role, she usually acts like a mentor and is always willing to give a helping hand or a word of advice for those who are closest to her. she offers guidance whenever she can to encourage and support those she knows.

she has one older brother who is older than her by just a year.

laila likes to be involved within the community as much as she can. especially offering to cook a dish or two for any events that are being held.

she keeps a secret ingredient that she uses in almost all of her dishes but she refuses to ever reveal it to anybody.

she believes that sharing her passion for cooking could hopefully bring people together.

when overwhelmed laila will bake a cake or experiment with different desserts that she may want to add to a future menu of her own.

her dream restaurant has a whimsical, yet cozy theme and feel to it.

and yes, entirely just like her counterpart maya has an uncontrollable need to please people and can be a people pleaser at times, but she's learning it's also okay to do things for herself when necessary too.

likes for her apartment to be the ones her friends always goes to because she loves to host. which is why she keeps her apartment stocked up and ready to go whenever she has some friends or visitors over.

character template by annilhation.

#palmviewintro

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sanctuspassio · 1 month ago

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perhaps this mystery was yet to be solved , after all what kind of older brother would he be if he was to not listen to his sister talk about some stuff that has been going on . of course he listens to her - she is never wrong . it would be unfanthom to think she even was && anyone who thought other wise would get a stern talking from him .

though he supposed things would be acting up sooner or later , but feel worried . his sister had explained to him that something didnt add up , something felt wrong . curious ever so curious the oldest of the twin took a stroll around the school , an inkling to clear his head if you will . who should he talk about this too ? who should he come to in this time of need to relay what his sister is trying to speak about.

you honestly couldnt, not even that tomato head wearing yougn lady seemed to be throwing a fit . darumi with her contest spats of a killing game, or someone trying to kill them all. dont even get him started on the little bits of fits that was thrown around. useless. utterly && completely useless. but hey - what are you suppose to do when this is your team? his sister loved them, cared about him, how can he try to keep her wings from spreading out to reach them, and leave him behind.

it was painful...was? no no you mean is ima. is. not was. never was. it is painful to be left alone when you have no one else in your life. hes not going to express it much out on the open, but the trust was thin for the oldest, with everyone else. perhaps it was just the way he grew up, when you live on your own it tends to eat away at you, the things that you did - what others did to you . . .

hands clammy with sweat clenched into a fist, a snap out of his wallow of darkness, a soft laugh bubbling out from him as he placed his other hand on his face, holding onto his purple locks in a way to just...grounded. ' i must look like a mess' is the first thought that ima thinks as he sighs . you must always look your best even in the most stressful moments of your life. its not an excuse. prop and prime, neat and tidy. you must always look as in you are in control. those were the rules that was given to him when he was in the black market. funny how things are huh?

" you know its not nice to say anything, someone might think of having bad intents to such a cute guy like me." whoever was there, behind him he didn't bother to turn around, to much in a focus of fixing his hair, before using his pants to pat the sweat on his skin off.

#open starter tbt #muse tbt : ima #(its my fav boy he wanted out and here he is)#(feel free to reblog it if you want i gotta head to bed)

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ironmaidenxsteelheart · 11 months ago

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Closed Starter | @alabonshay

"This is the last time I'm walking this far, to get you, you know!!" Wannour chided the broken pieces of Sir Imania's body in this fashion many, many months ago.

The first dozen times that her love had died, it was sweet, or made sense, in some way; now, it seemed that every other day Sir Imania (her brave Sir Imania!) was throwing herself into the arms of danger. Which was all fine and good; the more she was able to work on her body, the more lifelike the function was, but the time it took to journey to bring back all its pieces, denote the failures and make improvements, not to mention repair and replacement.... Well, she'd like to be married before they were both old and wrinkled, you know. Not to mention the toll it took on her soul's connection to the world!! That Knight was lucky that her body was stable enough to support this kind of back-and-forth tug-of-war! With that in mind, it was only natural, to try and figure out how to make a door to anywhere, whenever she wished. If the Angels could manage, surely she could figure out the mechanism. That's what she thought, anyways. ~~ At least it sort of worked, since she was anywhere other than her dark, cozy workroom. It hadn't taken her where she wanted, though-- her ratios were off; too few blackberry seeds, not enough cranberry. Maybe she needed to add frog, for distance? Or a lock of hair? Oh, she knows she's close to home, but she's all turned around and there's not a door in sight!! Wannour shoves her way through bramble and underbrush. There aren't nearly so many plants in this part of the woods, and she wracks her brain to remember clearings and thin spots-- there were only so many! She knew the woods well, she ought to know where she was....but what if all the mixture needed was a little more iron? It isn't until she finds a fence that she realizes she may, in fact, have needed less blackberry seeds. There were no fences, around the base of her mountain. This was brilliant!! Wannour was well and truly lost, after all!! She'd simply ask for direction and be on her merry way. Fences were only suggestions, anyhow. She clambers over it, and makes her way to the dense shrubbery blocking her view-- although she'd never seen shrubs with quite so dense a shape. The fastest way out was nearly always through, however, and no plant would be an exception!! Any tears left by branches could be mended later; and she sustains a great many pushing her way from the brush!! She'd expected to find an abode, on the other end. What she hadn't expected was a garden so magnificent and manicured that it seemed nigh-impossible. Was this shaped by human hands? All of the grass was cropped neat and tidy, bushes trimmed up into impossible shapes-- dense, like the hedges!!-- and more distinct kinds of flower than she had ever witnessed, in so close a space, let alone so rigidly planted. It was a drastic shift, from the wildness of the forest beyond the hedges. To say nothing of the massive fort looming above the garden grounds. She might be slightly worried for her safety, were it not for the sense of awe at the sheer coordination everything in sight must have required. It was like no place she'd ever seen or heard of. Wannour stares, frozen in awe, at everything before her. So much wealth, hidden by mere foliage!!

#muse;; iron maiden #replies;; cranberry euphoria #alabonshay #//It's a bit long but only so Wannour can lose her mind and also have a reason to be there HJVDSAVHDASJ #//Let the hijinks begin

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imhereformysciencefriends · 2 years ago

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@loturaweek2023 final day: Cooking Up Chaos!

Allura had never considered herself particularly foolish or in need, but as straits grew more dire, she found herself more and more willing to entertain certain flights of fancy, all the way until she had gathered her wits and struck out into the forest in search of the witch that lived there.

The closer she got, the easier her walk, bramblebushes giving way to a well kept path, undergrowth trimmed back, and in the center of the clearing she approached: a sprawling herb garden with a neat and tidy cottage in the center. It seemed out of place, if only for its charm in an otherwise wild stretch of forest.

She cleared her throat as she entered the clearing, unsure of how close would be too close to go uninvited. But nobody was in the garden, and there was smoke pouring from the chimney, so her mark must surely be inside.

She knocked on the door.

The man that answered was—not quite what Allura had expected. He was purple, for one, not green. With long, trailing, starlit hair and catseyes. His hat was so large it almost wouldn’t fit through the doorframe, with a dent at the halfway point that left the tip pointed sideways, and his dark robes trailed the floor with a tattered end.

“Greetings.”

“Oh,” Allura jolted, blinking and gathering her manners, “Hello, um, good witch?"

The man snorted softly, smiling with an almost playful gleam. “When it suits me. Come in,” he ushered her in, and she let out a small noise at a second surprise.

“I, oh, I hadn’t realized there were two of you,” she mentioned, hoping that wasn’t too rude. There was another woman, her body even more changed by her magic than his, eyeless and seeming… scaled, lounging near the fire, cat on her belly.

“Typically, witches are solitary outside of gatherings,” the man mentioned, stirring something in the cauldron over the flames. “It’s just that somebody decided to take my cat as her familiar.”

The blind witch looked smug, gesturing something Allura did not understand at him, and he let out a grumbling noise. He huffed, and turned back towards Allura.

“But come, you’ve traveled all this way for a reason, have you not, Princess? Tell us what you wish from us, and we’ll assess the cost.”

Allura settled her hand on the bag in her deepest pocket, filled with things she truly hoped the witches might take. She had no real desires to offer up any firstborns or lindworms.

“My father’s court is full of liars,” she stated. This was… pretty well known, all considered. Even her father admitted to it now, and he’d long attempted to hide the truth from even himself on the matter. “They’re deceptive and cunning, and will lead us all to ruin. I’ve tried begging my father to take more aggressive methods with them, but he resists. I… do not wish to kill them, but come in search of whatever solutions you are capable of providing.”

The male witch hummed, stirring his brew. “If the liars are the issue, then perhaps they should not be allowed to lie.”

Allura frowned, then lit up. “A truth spell?”

“Potion, but yes,” he said, ladling glowing yellow liquid into a pitcher. “I’ve none on hand, and Narti—” he turned to look at the lady witch (Narti, Allura supposed), who shook her head, “—has none either. Give me a moment to put my current brew away, and we shall have an elixir that will make even the most silver tongued liar speak plainly.”

“And the cost, for such a thing?”

He cast her a sly glance. “What have you to pay?”

Allura pulled from her pocket the bag she’d brought. “Gold, and jewelstones. Coin, if you want it.” Though, rumor had it witches rarely did. “If you want something else—”

“We’ll take the coin,” he said easily, and—oh.

For some reason she’d expected it to be harder than that.

He laughed at her expression. “Despite what the fairytales will tell you; even witches need to purchase goods and services from those in town. You’re more capable of affording to part with your coin than some of the desperate folks that cross our door.”

Well now she just felt silly.

She cleared her throat. “And will you tell me your name, good witch?”

“Lotor. And I know you, Princess Allura. There’s plenty talk of you, around the kingdom.”

“What kind of talk?”

“Mm. I wonder,” Lotor hummed, continuing to drain the cauldron and offering no elaboration. “But I will warn you of one thing, Princess. There is a second cost to our deal: the cost of using magic at all. The more you use, the higher the price. Be cautious, little royal, that you do not use so much, that it becomes a price you are unwilling to pay."

Like the purple skin. And the scales.

“I’ll be careful. I don’t plan on needing more than just this, anyway.” If she could just oust the liars, if they could separate the wheat from the chaff, she knew things would get better.

“No one ever does,” he warned, tipping over the mostly-empty cauldron to let the remaining trickles of glowing amber slip through a grate on the floor, mingling with ash and other discarded brews below.

She watched him begin the next batch, made mostly of harmless water, but the more ingredients he added the more… otherworldly, the mix became. He had her fetch a few things for him while he stirred, and Allura was willing enough to comply, figuring normally Narti must do this (or that helping make the potion was perhaps necessary, since she’d be the one to use it).

It worked.

The court was in chaos. Everyone was saying what was actually on their mind and all hell was breaking loose. It had started when a courtesan had told Alfor to his face that she thought he was weak spined and easily manipulated, her eyes going wide in horror as she had attempted to backtrack, but her tongue hadn’t let her.

Allura watched on with what she hoped was not-too-obvious glee.

Alfor took advantage of the magic, however it had come about, and was able to swiftly dismiss those forced to confess their ulterior motives. He was left with a small, but genuinely loyal group, and they began rebuilding their ranks with similarly loyal replacements.

Allura’s hair turned slowly silver, over the days it took to oust the liars. She hid her hair behind colorful scarves and told her mother it was simply premature greying.

All was well for months after that, until Allura’s mother fell ill.

“Welcome back, Princess Allura. Your hair looks striking,” Lotor greeted, looking slightly flustered at her appearance. “Was the truth elixir insufficient to the task?”

“Not at all,” Allura assured as she entered his home once again, Narti off somewhere and a mug of tea wafting softly next to an open book with complicated diagrams in it. “It was exactly the miracle I needed, but now I ask you for another.”

“Then ask away, but remember: all magic comes at a price.”

“For this, I would pay anything—”

“Be careful how you utter such words.”

“My mother is sick!” Allura burst, tears in her eyes only for her to swipe them angrily away, smearing on her cheeks. “My mother is ill, and nobody can cure it. Help me, Lotor, I don’t care if it turns me into a frog if it means my mother lives.”

Lotor’s expression softened and he placed a gentle hand at her elbow. “Ease, Allura. Ease. Tell me her symptoms. I’ve magic aplenty to spend on her cure.”

“Yes?”

Allura had been so worried, so anxious that perhaps this was not the kind of magic he could do.

“Yes. She will be alright, Allura.”

Allura sagged against him, and allowed him to comfort her, to settle her on the couch with a mug of tea of her own as she explained the onset, the symptoms, the nature of her mother’s illness. He listened steadily and took notes, and nodded at the end.

“I know of the cure that will work. Sit tight, Princess. You will carry it with you when you leave.”

And so she sat, and watched him, and found his silvery hair to be even prettier than the last time she viewed it.

“Thank you,” she said in his doorway, with a sachet of something faintly glowing in her hands and her purse much lighter. She rose up on tiptoe and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Lotor.”

He stood dumbfounded at his own threshold, and she giggled before taking off, his catseyes on her as she left.

The next morning, her mother was cured overnight, and Allura found what she at first believed to be a rash all over her own skin. Except it wasn’t a rash, it was… markings. Crescents and circles and half moons and dots and waves, all bright pink, decorating her limbs and spine and two V’s on her cheeks.

She swore her ladies in waiting to secrecy and hid the marks beneath her clothes, all except those two facial markings which she passed off as “a fashionable new trend of face painting.” Everyone was too relieved over the queen’s recovered health to pay the princess’s antics much mind.

And all was well in the kingdom a second time. Allura felt almost like she was ready, when the third trouble arose.

War with their bordering country had long been something that loomed on the horizon. It seemed with their court cut in half, and the rumors of the queen’s illness and likely death spreading slowly their direction, they’d taken this as opportune timing.

Allura was not fearful of the outcome of a fair battle. Her father’s forces were powerful and well armed.

Allura was worried about their beast of a champion, a man more lion than human, undefeated no matter the number of foes he faced.

“You wish to craft a champion of your own?” Lotor echoed, and Allura nodded.

“My father has a loyal soldier I think would bear the burden, but I need something that will put him on equal footing to their lionman. Lotor,” Allura reached out, and placed her palm over his, “this I ask of you.”

Lotor sighed. “You make it terribly difficult to deny you anything.”

“Then do not deny me.”

“There will be a price.”

“I know.”

And so Lotor gave her a greave imbued with magic that hummed all through it, and Allura asked her father’s soldier if he would bear its burden.

He did. It cost him his right arm, forever changed, but he did, and he won against their lionman, despite the difference in their sizes.

Allura paid the cost of the magic’s casting. Her hair, she could hide. Her markings, she could wave away.

But when her brown eyes turned bright near-glowing blue, the secret could be kept no longer.

The princess was using magic. The princess was consorting with witches.

And so the princess took off her crown and picked up as many coins as she could reasonably carry, and left.

And now there are three witches, stirring a cauldron in the woods.

#loturaweek2023 #lotura #allura #lotor #narti #shiro alfor and melenor are also there #vld #vt #my writing #haro writes #witch au

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