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dazaih · 5 months ago

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wingman - luke skywalker x reader

chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four

chapter five -> the apartment

your university roommate han solo finds a rival (and love interest) in student council president leia skywalker, but both of them are too stubborn to admit that they have feelings for each other. luckily, you and her twin brother, luke, devise a plan to get the two of them to spend more time together. challenges arise, however, when you start to develop a crush on him.

chapter warnings: sexual humor, alcohol mentioned, injuries and violence mentioned

a/n: anidala cameo to make up for the angst in the last chapter hehe

Their apartment was, of course, luxurious. Pristine floors, large windows, and sleek, modern appliances—it was the total opposite of the outdated home you shared with Han and Chewie. There was even a balcony with a hot tub. You were speechless. Still, it was small enough to feel cozy, which you’re sure their actual home wasn’t, so you were grateful to be in this space instead.

“The decorations aren’t as cute as yours,” Leia said, watching you gawk at the apartment, “But this is where we live.”

“It’s beautiful,” you told her, taking everything in.

“Thank you. You’re welcome to have anything in the fridge or pantry. We have a spare bedroom that we use as an office space, but there’s a daybed in there too.”

You nodded, glad that you would at least have a little bit of your own space.

“You can use my shower,” she offered, “It’s connected to my room. You can borrow a fresh set of pajamas too.”

You smiled, incredibly grateful for her hospitality.

“Thank you so much. I really appreciate this, guys,” you said seriously, hoping they understood how much their kindness meant to you. You weren’t always good at expressing deep emotions, but you tried to make your gratitude as evident as you could.

Showering had been nice. The dirt was cleansed from your open cuts, and your aching muscles relaxed some under the warm spray of water. The soap that Leia was letting you use smelled great, and the pajamas she’d given you were comfortable silk. When you walked back into the living room, Luke was baking cookies, giving you a small wave.

“Should you be baking with a concussion?” you asked, though the delicious smell had already infiltrated your senses and made you believe that this was a good idea.

“They never told me not to,” he replied, shrugging, “You look so cozy.”

You chuckled a bit, looking down at your sleepwear and the warm, wool socks she’d left out for you. When you looked back up, you noticed that Luke’s hair was also damp, and he was wearing a pair of pajama pants and a loose fitting t-shirt. Something about seeing him like this made you feel warm.

“So do you. I’ve only ever seen you in slacks and nice sweaters.”

“Oh? You don’t like my slacks and nice sweaters?” he pretended to pout, leaning over the counter to talk to you.

You did like his usual attire. He managed to look soft and stylish at the same time, an air of elegance always surrounding him. But seeing him like this—he just looked so warm. You wanted to fall asleep next to him.

“I never said that. Just that you look different like this.”

“Different? Like, bad different?”

“No!” you said quickly, scrambling to correct yourself, “Definitely not.”

When he quirked his eyebrow at you, you realized that he’d just been messing with you the entire time. You blushed and looked away, only to be surprised when he hooked a finger under your chin and gently pushed upwards, urging you to meet his eyes.

“Sorry,” he said, grinning at you, “I just like teasing you.”

“I can tell,” you huffed, pulling his hand away from your chin, though you continued gripping his wrist, “Making fun of me after all I’ve been through today. How sinister.”

He giggled, and if you weren’t so exhausted from the events of the day, you might have tried to pull that sound from him again. It was just so perfect.

“My bad,” he replied, smiling at you, “I’ll make it up to you. I’m making cookies, y’know.”

“With a concussion, yes. I can see that.”

Just then, Leia came barreling out of her room, looking stressed and tired, holding her cell phone up to her ear.

“It’s them,” she said, pointing to her phone, “They want me to FaceTime them so they can see that you’re okay.”

Luke’s grimace was amusing, but you felt anxious that you’d show up in the frame. You heard the familiar sound of the phone call switching to video, and you couldn’t believe that you were about to hear the senator and her movie star husband scold their kids. Leia flipped the camera and pointed it at Luke, who offered a small wave.

“Hi Mom,” he said tiredly.

“Hi, Luke,” you heard his mother say, “I’m glad you’re okay. Your father is on his way home, so I’d say that you have a few minutes to explain yourself to me before he gets here.”

Leia handed him the phone, and he flipped the camera back around to front-facing. From where he was leaning over the counter, you could make out his mother’s face. You’d seen her on television before, but never in the comfort of her own home, and yet she was still incredibly beautiful.

“Great,” he mumbled, sighing, “Well, basically I—“

“Padme!” you heard someone shout on the other line, the sound of the door swinging open audible to you as well, “Luke—“

“Ani, he’s on the phone,” she told him, and you heard him approach.

When Anakin came into view, you were equally as stunned. You’d never seen his movie, but he certainly had the face for Hollywood, having aged like fine wine. No wonder directors wanted to get their hands on him.

“Tell us what happened,” Anakin demanded, and you watched as he placed a quick kiss on Padme’s forehead, a silent greeting to her upon his return home. Cute.

“Someone attacked my friends, so I stepped in. And I had other people with me,” Luke explained.

“So it wasn’t just a bunch of drunk college kids fighting over something stupid?” Padme asked, seemingly surprised.

“What? When have you ever known me to just start fighting people for the hell of it?”

“We thought you could’ve been going through something,” Padme said, and you had to stifle a giggle. Their concern for him was precious, and their willingness to try to understand his actions even before getting an explanation out of him showed how much they trusted their children. You briefly wondered what Han would say upon realizing that the Skywalkers might actually be perfect, and that their facade as a happy family was hardly a facade at all.

“No,” Luke protested, already over this conversation, “I’m not—it wasn’t a dumb bar fight. There were like, adults your age there.”

“What?” Padme exclaimed, her concern growing, “Adults were beating up students? Why?”

“Who were they?” Anakin added, frowning.

“I don’t know, but they were beating the hell out of my friend, and then they were restraining my other friend, and we heard someone scream, so we ran outside.”

“Did you talk to the police?”

“Yes, Mom.”

“You have a black eye. Are those stitches?”

“Yes, Mom.”

“Do you have any other injuries?”

“No, Mom.”

“Leia, does Luke have any other injuries?” she asked again.

“Concussion and bruised ribs,” Leia confessed, shooting Luke an apologetic look.

“Did you land any hits on the other guys?” Anakin asked, speaking for the first time in a while.

“Anakin!” Padme chided.

“What? Self defense is important.”

“A couple, yeah,” Luke said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Nice.”

“Anakin.”

“Fine,” he huffed, and you could see him cross his arms. So that’s where the twins got their attitude from, you supposed.

“Are your friends okay?” she asked, and her concern for others made you like her a little more.

“One is in the hospital, and the other is spending the night here,” Luke said, moving the camera slightly to get you in frame. You weren’t expecting to meet the Skywalkers today, and you hoped you didn’t look too rough.

“Hello,” you greeted them politely, giving them a wave.

“Hello, sweetie! I’m so sorry to hear about what happened tonight. If there’s anything we can do for you, please just let us know,” Padme offered, giving you a warm, beautiful smile, much like her son’s.

“Thank you,” you replied, surprised by her sincerity, “Your kids have already done so much for me.”

“That’s good to hear,” she said happily, smiling at you again. Anakin nodded, grinning a bit. He looked proud. You wondered if he might say as much.

“Ben’s in the state on business. We’re sending him to check up on you soon,” he said instead, Leia and Luke groaning in response.

“Don’t be like that,” Padme scolded, “You love Ben.”

“Not when he’s coming for the sole purpose of admonishing me,” Luke mumbled, “It’s really not necessary. Leia and I have each other. We’re more than capable of taking care of ourselves.”

“But you’re still young, honey,” Padme said, “And we’re your parents. We’re supposed to worry about you and then make sure you’re okay when something goes wrong.”

You were beginning to envy the relationship the twins shared with their parents. Han and Chewie were the only family you had. The thought of them made your heart sink, and you longed to be in the emergency room with them, at Han’s side like you always had been. But since you didn’t know how long he’d be there, taking shifts with Chewie so you could both have the chance to rest wasn’t a bad idea, not to mention the fact that the events of the day had left you extremely rattled.

“I promise we’re fine. Besides, we’ll be busy tomorrow. We have to check on our other friend who hasn’t made it out of the hospital yet.”

Their faces fell, and their eyes were sad. Padme’s tone softened.

“I’m sorry, honey,” she said gently, “Please let us know if there’s anything we can do.”

“I will,” Luke agreed, tone becoming lighter at their kindness, “I promise. I’m not supposed to look at my phone very much with my concussion, but I’ll text you when I can.”

“And FaceTime us so we can see you.”

“If I have time,” he pushed back a little, and you saw Anakin roll his eyes.

“Leia, make sure Luke does everything the doctor told him to,” Anakin added.

“I’m a grown man,” Luke complained, a slight pout tugging at his lips.

“You push your body way too hard sometimes, Luke. You’re like your father.”

“I’m a student athlete.”

“Do not go to practice with a concussion,” Anakin told him, his voice sounding serious but also the tiniest bit amused.

“I won’t,” Luke promised, and you wanted to laugh at his attempt to defend himself. He looked exhausted.

“He’s not stupid, Dad,” Leia added with a bored sigh.

“I know he’s not,” Anakin agreed, “But do you remember when he pretended not to have the flu so he could play in the last home game of the season? Or when he played with a fractured elbow?”

Luke sighed and buried his head in his hands. He exhaled and looked up again, glaring at his parents through the screen.

“I was in high school,” he countered, “You seriously don’t have to worry. I promise I’ll take care of myself.”

“Okay,” Anakin said reluctantly, “But seriously. Keep us updated on how you’re doing.”

“I will,” Luke replied slowly, emphasizing the word as much as he could.

“We’ll let you go then. I’m sure you must be tired. It was nice to meet you, dear,” Padme said, waving at you, “And I meant what I said before. Please let us know if we can do anything for you.”

You waved back and muttered a small thanks, Leia taking her phone back, and the twins bid their parents goodbye. When the call ended, Leia sighed and looked at Luke.

“Dad’s press tour is soon,” she announced, her meaning not quite clear to you.

“I know,” Luke grumbled, turning to take the cookies out of the oven, “And I look like this.”

“Maybe it won’t be so bad,” she added, “I mean, the school is private property. No one will be able to take your picture there.”

“What’re you guys talking about?” you finally asked.

“Dad will be getting a lot of press for his new movie, which means the rest of the family will be getting a lot of press, too. And now Luke has clearly been hit. So if people didn’t have questions about the local headlines that have already started emerging, they certainly will once the paparazzi publishes a photo of his fucked up face,” Leia explained, worming her way behind the counter.

“Hey!” he exclaimed, swatting her arm once he put the cookie tray down, “Do I really look that bad?”

“No!” you said quickly, Leia huffing out a “Yes!” at the same time. Luke turned to look at you with a grin.

“Yeah?” he asked sweetly, leaning over the island again to stare you directly in the eye, “Thanks. I’m glad someone here thinks highly of me.”

“Gross,” she mumbled, grabbing a bottle of wine and a glass.

He offered you a cookie then, and you hummed happily when you took a bite. They were magnificent.

“These are great,” you told him, and he beamed at you, “Thanks for baking.”

“Underneath that student athlete facade, Luke’s quite the housewife. He’s a good baker, and he sews too. I’m surprised he hasn’t started brewing his bedtime tea yet, but I bet he’s probably too embarrassed because you’re here—“ Leia teased, Luke cutting her off.

“Why is everyone shitting on me today?” he whined, snagging the bottle out of his sister’s hand and pouring himself some wine.

“You shouldn’t be drinking with a concussion.”

“The only reason my head is hurting is you,” he retaliated, though you could tell that his tone was still playful. Leia chuckled quietly to herself and stole a cookie.

“The daybed is set up for you. I put clean sheets on it,” she told you, smiling.

“You didn’t have to make the bed for me,” you replied, the kind gesture making you feel warm.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said, echoing Luke earlier, “You’re our guest.”

“Well, thank you,” you replied sincerely, “It means a lot. I didn’t really wanna be alone tonight, if I’m honest.”

Leia nodded sympathetically, picking up her now full wine glass and sighing.

“I’m gonna take a bath and go to bed. If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to wake me,” she said before turning to Luke, “And you better not drink too much wine with that concussion. I’ll tell Mom and Dad.”

“Dad would do the same thing,” he scoffed, “Go to bed and stop worrying over me.”

“It’s hard not to worry over you. You should go to bed.”

“Later,” he told her, “I just got the shit beat out of me. I’m having an adrenaline rush.”

She rolled her eyes and lightly smacked his arm, the gesture undoubtedly affectionate in nature.

“Be nice to our guest,” she ordered, fixing him with a stern look.

“Oh, I intend to,” he replied with a smug grin.

“Don’t be gross. Goodnight, guys.”

He giggled as she left the room, his eyes following her until she shut the bedroom door. When she was gone, he turned his focus back to you.

“Do you want to go to sleep?” he asked, his voice gentle.

“I feel like I should, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to. I’m still—I don’t know. I know I’m safe here with you guys, I just—“

“It’s okay,” he said, surprising you by reaching over the island countertop and grabbing your hand, “I understand. We can stay up and watch movies, if you want.”

“Oh, you don’t have to stay up with me, Luke. And you shouldn’t be looking at screens, remember?”

“I want to. Show me some of your favorites.”

“Han warned you about that. I’m gonna talk your ear off.”

“I know,” he replied with a soft smile, “I want you to. And the more you talk, the less I have to look at the screen. Sounds good to me.”

Your face flushed. Who were you to turn down the opportunity to ramble to a gorgeous young man about your interests? You’d had a hard day, after all.

Nodding, you followed him into the living room, carrying the plate of cookies and two glasses of wine with you.

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You woke up a few hours later with a sharp pain in your neck and something hard pressing into your cheek. Confused and disoriented, you sat up slightly, only to realize that the culprit behind your awkward sleeping position had been Luke Skywalker himself. As the realization that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder dawned on you, you felt your stomach sink. Maybe he wasn’t awake. Maybe slumber had grasped him first, and he hadn’t even noticed—

“Hey,” he whispered, voice raspy. He must have fallen asleep too, but unfortunately for you, he was acutely aware of your position.

“Hi,” you replied, your nerves running wild as you finally forced yourself to look up and meet his stare. He looked at you through eyes that were only half open, but his gentle smile told you that he was awake enough to understand the implications of your proximity.

“Guess we fell asleep,” he said, “We should try to watch this movie again. Like, under normal circumstances.”

You giggled, humming in agreement. Your thighs were still touching, and your side was pressed up against his arm. You were surprised that he didn’t move away from you.

“Wanna go to bed?” he asked, shifting so that he was turned more towards you.

“Guess I should,” you murmured, avoiding his eyes now, “I’m sorry that I fell asleep on you.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m a pretty big fan of physical affection.”

You laughed again, grateful that he was more casual about these things than you were. You hoped that he couldn’t sense your nerves.

“None of my friends are like that. I think Han has probably hugged me three times since I’ve known him.”

“He touches your hair,” Luke pointed out, and you were caught off guard by the fact that he’d picked up on that detail, because you were pretty sure that Luke had never actually been around when Han had done that.

“What?” you blurted, the exhaustion adding to your confusion, “How do you know that?”

Luke seemed caught off guard by that question, and in the dim light of the living room, you could barely see a faint blush begin to spread across his cheeks.

“He messes up your hair. Like, he ruffles it. I don’t know. I saw him do it once,” he mumbled, suddenly very focused on the rug.

“You were watching me,” you realized, lips curling into a mischievous grin, “At the bar after I left you and your friends. That’s the only time you could’ve seen it.”

“So?” he replied, and something about genuinely making Luke Skywalker feel embarrassed made you giddy.

“Don’t tell me you’re starting to buy into your own lie, Luke,” you teased, poking his side.

This time, he sat up all the way, his eyes no longer clouded by sleep. He put some space in between you and suddenly stood. The abruptness startled you in your tired state, and before you could inquire about what was up with that reaction, he had already regained his composure.

“Come on,” he said softly, folding the blanket the two of you had been sharing and looking everywhere but your eyes, “You need to sleep. In a bed.”

You cocked your head a little, trying to meet his gaze. When you finally succeeded, you weren’t able to read the look in his eyes, so you just stood and resigned yourself to being agreeable.

“So should you,” you replied, touching his arm gently, “I’m really sorry about today, Luke. I never wanted you to get hurt by hanging out with me. I promise that stuff like that doesn’t usually happen. Usually, the most danger we’re ever in is when Han and Chewie hotbox the van.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for. I’m not sure exactly what happened, but you guys are good people. I don’t regret defending you.”

“Thank you,” you told him, hoping your face reflected your sincerity, “You guys are really sweet. Your parents, too. I hope they don’t think I’m a bad influence or something.”

Luke laughed quietly at that, shaking his head.

“No way. My dad’s a worse influence than you are,” he replied, “But really. You don’t need to thank me. I wish I could’ve done more than just land a couple of hits on him, but to be honest, I’m not much of a fighter.”

“You were really good at it,” you noted, recalling how agile he was, “It was impressive.”

“Yeah?” he asked in that flirty voice of his, though now it was still slightly raspy, “I mean, I know how to fight. I just don’t like doing it.”

“Why do you know how?” you blurted, your exhaustion doing a bit of damage to your filter.

“I’ll tell you another time. You should really be getting some sleep.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but didn’t protest. He was kind enough to walk you to the spare bedroom, offering you a small smile as he told you goodnight.

“Wake me up if you need anything, okay?” he added softly.

You stood toe to toe, close enough to kiss, but neither of you made a move to even touch each other. It felt too intimate, too real.

“Sure,” you whispered, staring at him, “Night, Luke.”

With that, he walked away, shutting the door behind him. You crawled into the daybed and turned your ringer all the way up in case Chewie called. You hoped that sleep would find you easily.

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You woke up to your phone dinging, signaling an influx of incoming texts. You blinked the sleep away from your eyes and immediately checked it.

4 new notifications

Chewie: he’s awake and ok but on a shit ton of painkillers

Chewie: bruh the police are already here asking questions wtf he’s barely awake

Chewie: r u still with the twins? how r u feeling?

Chewie: gonna run home and shower while he naps. lmk when u feel like visiting him and i’ll give u his room info

You breathed out a sigh of relief at the knowledge that Han was doing okay, despite the medication needed for his injuries. You sent a quick text back to Chewie to let him know that you were at the Skywalker residence, which was still a rather surprising turn of events for you. Just then, you inhaled the sweet scent of lavender, and when you turned your head, you saw a cup of tea on your night stand.

You immediately knew it was Luke who had brewed it for you. The kind gesture made your heart flutter a bit, but you tried not to think about the implications of that as you took a sip. Still warm. You gave yourself a moment to relish in the peaceful atmosphere, sunlight peaking through the blinds and silky pajamas hugging your skin. After finishing your tea, you got out of bed, fixing the covers and walking into the kitchen. Upon entering, you were immediately greeted by the bickering of the twins.

“You’re doing it wrong,” Luke complained, hovering behind Leia as she stood over the stove.

“I’m capable of making eggs, Luke,” she snapped.

“Apparently not, because you aren’t even adding anything. You can’t just scramble them. It’s so easy to just—“

“Well, when you don’t have a concussion, you’re more than welcome to cook for yourself. For now you should just shut up and be grateful.”

“I can cook just fine. I baked last night. I made tea this morning—“

“And you shouldn’t have done any of that! And I can’t believe you were watching movies last night. You need at least a day of rest, Luke. You can gradually start doing daily tasks again after that, but you shouldn’t be thinking too hard or looking at screens yet.”

“You’re asking me not to think. That’s impossible.”

“Is it really? It seems to me like you hardly ever think about anything—“

“Good morning,” you said, clearing your throat and announcing your presence before they could continue.

“Good morning,” Leia replied, turning to you, “I’m making breakfast right now, but Luke keeps micromanaging me. Did you sleep well?”

“I slept great! Thanks again for setting up the room for me. And I can see that,” you noted, feeling bold as you came up behind Luke and squeezed his waist with your good hand, “Sit down, Luke. You should be relaxing.“

He turned sharply at that, eyes wide for a split second before regaining his composure. Your flirting had started to evolve into a competition of sorts, as you felt determined to catch him off guard now. So far, he was beating you, but you tried not to let him see that. You watched as his momentary surprise was quickly replaced by the expression he wore when he was about to say something out of pocket to you, his eyes slightly lidded and mischief written all over his face.

“I’ll sit down if you sit on my lap,” he offered, smiling at you innocently.

“Luke,” Leia groaned, turning around and glaring at him, “Chill out. It’s ten in the morning. If your ribs weren’t bruised, I would hit you.”

“Where’s your sense of humor?” he huffed, relenting as he went to the other side of the kitchen island and took a seat in one of the barstools, turning to you, “Will you sit next to me, at least?”

“If you can behave,” you told him, taking the stool next to him.

“Oh? And if I don’t? Gonna punish m—“

“Luke!” Leia hissed, slamming her spatula onto the counter and turning to him, “Did you lose brain cells when you hit your head? Shut the fuck up. Oh my god.”

“You’re no fun,” he pouted, sighing dramatically, “How do you expect me to act when you’ve got me on house arrest? I can’t even watch TV.”

“Aren’t you tired?” you asked him, stepping in to deescalate their bickering before it turned into an actual argument, “It was a long night. And you got hurt.”

“I feel fine,” he protested, but the smile he gave you didn’t reach his eyes. Leia shook her head disapprovingly and turned her attention back to the stove, sighing as she often did.

You frowned, not really a fan of whatever fake confidence he was trying to offer you, and without thinking, placed a hand on his knee. He flinched slightly, and then tried to cover that up with a smile too, but you didn’t return it, instead just keeping your hand there as a gentle reminder that you saw him. His cheeks flushed slightly, but he didn’t move away from you, and resumed a more normal conversation with you and Leia as she prepared the food. Occasionally, you would gently rub patterns into his knee, and when you felt him continue to relax underneath your touch, you felt like you had finally figured something out about him. You recalled his offhand comment about enjoying physical affection, and you realized that offering him reassuring touches here and there was probably comforting for him. You filed that information away as your thumb traced circles into his skin, noting that his eyelashes would flutter every now and then and he’d sit up a little straighter to shake himself awake. Had he slept at all?

“Here, eat,” Leia commanded as she placed two plates down in front of you and Luke. You saw him give you a sideways glance when you removed your hand from his knee, the cast on your other arm demanding that you only use your hand for one task at a time. He said nothing though, and was content to eat quietly.

“When you’re feeling up to it, we can have our driver take you to the hospital to visit Han,” Leia offered, pouring a glass of orange juice for you, “Just let me know. We can also get you back to your apartment, but you’re more than welcome to stay with us for the next few days while you all are getting back on your feet.”

Luke looked right at you then, though his expression was unreadable to you. Not quite sure what the meaning behind his stare was, you felt a little self conscious, and turned your gaze back to Leia quickly.

“Thank you so much,” you told her sincerely, “I’m okay to go back to my place tonight though. You all have already been so kind and hospitable. I don’t want to overstay my welcome. But I might take you up on the ride.”

“You wouldn’t be overstaying your welcome,” she insisted, “But I don’t want to pressure you. Let me know if you change your mind.”

With that, she handed you her phone, and you put your contact information in. Luke remained silent for the entire ordeal. It was starting to unnerve you. Perhaps he wanted you out of his apartment so he could finally get some rest. With a newfound determination to not be a nuisance to the Skywalkers any longer, you hurried through your breakfast and helped Leia clean up. At some point, Luke had disappeared back into his room, and although you felt slightly affronted, you pushed those emotions to the back of your mind for the time being. The change in his demeanor was giving you whiplash, but there was no way that you’d be able to sort through his thoughts.

“Text or call if you need anything,” she insisted, standing at the doorway to see you off, “And if you wouldn’t mind keeping me updated on how Han’s doing…”

“Of course,” you told her, your heart warming a bit at her concern for him, “Tell Luke I said bye.”

Her face fell slightly at that, and she placed her hands on her hips, glaring at the closed door of his room.

“I’m sorry that he’s being weird,” she said, sighing, “I think he’s trying to act tough because he’s shaken up about last night. He’s really sensitive.”

“Really?” you blurted, surprised that she would use such a word to describe him. The Luke you knew was sensitive to your feelings, sure, but he didn’t seem to be all that emotional himself.

“Yeah,” she replied, smiling softly, “He pretends like he isn’t, especially around those dicks he calls his friends, but he gets worked up about things—anxious, I guess.”

“I met them last night.”

“Really? How’d that go?”

“I threatened to hit one of them,” you admitted sheepishly, “But they were fine after that. They were pretty helpful in the fight, actually.”

“You threatened to hit them? You should’ve done it,” she said excitedly, beaming at you, “But yeah, I’ll give credit where it’s due. Although, I still think they only joined in because they wanted to say they won a bar fight.”

“And because they worship Luke,” you added, recalling how they followed him around all night.

“It’s weird, right? He doesn’t even realize it.”

“It’s really weird, but it’s kind of funny, especially because he doesn’t realize it.”

She laughed, and then surprised you by pulling you into a gentle hug.

“I’m glad you guys are getting to know each other better. I think you’re good for him,” she said seriously.

Her words made you feel guilty, as you weren’t quite sure how much of your relationship with Luke was genuine. Still, you nodded in agreement, forcing a smile.

Feeling confused and a bit forlorn, you departed from the Skywalker residence.

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quinloki · 2 months ago

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Hiii! 💕💕 I love LOVE all these kink asks you do, thank you for writing them! Love your writing!

Okay! So, for How May I Kink Your Headcanon

How about (if you didn't do these kinks for these characters)

Daddy Kink, Pregnancy Kink (if their partner is pregnant with their child), Body Worship

for Doflamingo 🦩, Corazon ❤️‍🔥& Gladius 🦔

(ha, bet you didn't see Gladius popping in! Get it? Cus he pops. Also, fyi, canonically Gladius' dick can explode, so do with that info what you wish 🤭)

I had to join my Doffy moots in asking you for some kinks for Doffy and I went "I need to know for Daddy Kink" bcs booooy did hearing Dub Doffy make me go "Yeah I can see him saying Daddy’s mad!" 😳🫣🫣🫣

Thank you! 💕🫶🏻❤️

\o/ I'm glad you're enjoying the event, and yes yes by all means, lets show some more love to the Donquixote boys =3 And I shall do my best with Gladius - I feel like even when I wrote my Doffy/Reader I kind of... forgot about Gladius ^^;;

You'd think someone with such an explosive personality would manage to burst onto the scene a time or two during a Mafia AU smut story, but uh... ahem.

Daddy Kink, Pregnancy Kink, and Body Worship, alright let's do this

As always, Doflamingo is his own content warning, so tread carefully!

Donquixote Doflamingo:

Body Worship - Oh god you don’t even know - More his body than yours, but he'll play to your pretty little ego if he likes you enough. You can trust he'll help you to worship him as he deserves. He can help you hold certain poses with his strings, and unless he finds you disposable you can be sure he'll stop when you pass out.

Once he gets you properly trained with what he prefers, he'll lay back and let you do the work. The better you are it the more you'll be rewarded, that includes precious little bits of praise from him that are surprisingly genuine, instead of simply performative.

Daddy Kink - Oh god you don’t even know - Oh yeah. This man has such a fucking Daddy Kink he's having you call him Daddy 24/7. He's referring to himself as Daddy after he gets you to say it, saying things like "come sit in daddy's lap like a good little one". Don't fuss.

He's not really going to take care of you in any true sense of the word, but he'll speak down to you and put you in pig tails and make you wear revealing clothes. He'll pick all the pieces of being your Daddy that are the most humiliating for you.

This is the kind of bastard who will wear a priest's collar and tell you to confess all your sins to "Daddy" while he's undoing his pants. You can even picture the way his tongue moves over his lips as his strings pull you forward.

Pregnancy Kink - Yes - But not really because of the baby. I mean, MAYBE. If there's a legitimate connection there, but more than anything it's more that he loves how he's caused your body to change. He loves that your breasts swell, the fun he'll have with your lactation later on. He loves that you'll need to depend on him even more than before.

He may end up loving the child that this results in, but I think he's more likely to appreciate the extra layer of control it grants him. It's lucky for you it doesn't rank higher or he'd be doing everything he could to make sure you spent as much time as possible pregnant.

Gladius:

Body Worship - FUCK Yes - I will apologize for not being able to really say why, but I do feel like this man has a fine appreciation for Appreciation as it were. Form and function, he just enjoys the aesthetic of a body. He likes you, he likes your body, and he's not against showing his appreciation.

And getting some in return. Mind the praise though, it'll literally give him a big head.

Daddy Kink - Sure - I'm only saying sure because I don't really know. I chewed on this for a while and I just can't say one way or the other. Maybe? Maybe not? I don't know if the vibes are there or not, or if he's just a little too unstable in all the wrong ways to really make it work.

Pregnancy Kink - Oh god you don’t even know - I wasn't sure with this either, but then I realized your belly was going to swell. And other parts of you as well, and for some reason I think that would just really resonate with a guy who also swells up because of his Devil Fruit.

Plus giving birth is often referred to as popping - I just think he'd feel a connection to the entire process, whether he wants to be a father or not would be moot. Gladius is almost impossible to deal with when you're pregnant. Constantly worshiping your stomach, praising how beautiful you are, getting so emotional he has to step away and go let of pressure somewhere safe so he doesn't risk your health.

Donquixote Rosinante:

Body Worship - Oh god you don’t even know - Absolutely. Sure he'll let you worship his body, and blush furiously the entire time, but what he really wants to do is lavish you and your body with all the attention you deserve. He wants to kiss every piece of you, to memorize all the places that make you sigh and squirm. He wants to know all the spots that make you make sweet noises, and all the places that make you wriggle because they're ticklish.

He wants to know all the tender places that make you mewl from unexpected pleasure, and then use all that information to soak your body in the euphoria that you deserve. Ride him, his face, his hands, his thighs - whatever you want. Let him fold you in half and fill you up, let him make you sing for him with lips that say almost nothing otherwise.

Daddy Kink - FUCK Yes - He'd be so honored. He'd be such a sweet daddy too. He would be as open or a secretive as you wanted to be with it. He'd be feeding you by hand, he'd be washing your hair and tying your shoes. His capacity for being clumsy would vanish because he's in Daddy Mode™ and you need to be able to rely on him and he's not letting you down.

He's already a soft dom in the first place, so it's easy enough for him to step into, and the size difference really helps sell the whole thing too. He'll have you up on his shoulders so you can see better, and later that evening he'll have you pinned to wall with your legs over his shoulders so he can take care of you. <3

Pregnancy Kink - Oh god you don’t even know - I don't think Rosi knows what it will do to him until it hits him. Maybe he wants a family more than he knew. Maybe he just loves the fact that you're carrying his kid. Maybe it's a mix of everything, but you are the most precious person in the world to him even when you're not pregnant and the second you start to show he's ready to salt and burn the entire grand line if that's what it takes to keep you safe.

Don't point out that familial ruthlessness to him, but even so it would only sour the moment for a second, because he's back to convincing you why it's okay for him to feel that way. He wouldn't do it unless it was absolutely necessary, but nothing matters to him more than you, and the more your belly swells the more you understand that your sweet, lovable, adoring Rosi can match his brother in terms of tenacity.

Even if knowing as much would scare him a little.

#kinky one piece head canon #ask me anything #quin answers #kinky one piece head canon 2.0 #physics-of-op-main #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote rosinante #Gladius one piece

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brucewaynehater101 · 1 year ago

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Sorry love space world building so wanted to add onto the fashion world building

So fun ideas for Tim Ruler of Worlds AU

To start, I think that the discowing inspired fashion becomes synonymous with formal ware. Because it was for a bet, they probably only plan on wearing the outfit one time for one major public event, so the planetary citizens think that “oh this must be a special outfit” AND this leads to them adopting discowing inspired trends into their own local customs for formal wear (bright colors, feathers, fringe, sequins, rhinestones, glitter, etc) (like how people copy royal fashion trends)

After seeing the popularity of the first discowing fashion trend (and subsequent subject happiness boost) Tim makes this the standard bet for YJ. Like whenever you wanna have a bet it’s not like “do this for $20” it’s “do this for public appearance in discowing” (“discowing” first becomes a name for an entire subset of fashion) They use it so frequently that there are so many different varieties and styles for Tim’s subjects to adopt (I also think that Tim’s subjects adopt everyday style fashion from YJ casual and costume outfits but that’s not the focus right now even if it’s also really fun)

Dick��s just feeling like such a good big brother/mentor figure cause his little brother and all his friends keep coming to him to play “design the costume” He knows they’re never going to wear whatever he designs (he never sees it on Earth so how would he know) But he’s glad they’re having fun hanging out with him nonetheless

(His heart explodes when he eventually finds out about the planets with “discowing” fashion. Explodes!)

Additionally, I think that because they end up making a lot of their public appearances in “discowing” fashion, the YJ and Tim start calling his empire “the discowing worlds,” aka, world where they’ve worn “discowing”

But after they end up referring to the discowing worlds while on a planet ruled by Tim,

“The Discowing Worlds” becomes the unofficial official name of Tim’s empire

All the different planets have their own local language variations of the name cause the cultural context of disco and wing are kinda hard to translate into something similar to “discowing” but they try (So like “the worlds of color and flight” or “flying music” or “song wing empire” or “space of radiant feathers” etc)

(This becomes the second use of the phrase “discowing” fashion aka how other galactic peoples refer to fashion trends from the discowing worlds)

I also think that the term “discowing” is only really used by Batfam and friends so it’s really unlikely that any of the human GLs have heard of the nickname for the costume. When they hear the name of the empire they can obviously tell that it’s human in origin and what each component means, but that doesn’t mean they could figure out that it’s referring to nightwing or use it to actually figure out Tim’s identity as mystery overlord (Maybe if they told JL, someone could figure it out but I just don’t think anyone who could figure out the connection would bother to tell the GLs what’s going on or even seriously consider that it’s an actual connection and not a funny coincidence)

So yeah Tim and YJ mess around and make Dick’s brand of fashion a flamboyant well-respected sub-genre of galactic style and accidentally name an empire after the poor design skills of the first Robin in the process

My gods. This would be hilarious to witness (Tim's entire empire being named variations of discowing. Some of the variations seemed rad, but the OG name is silly).

I wanted to add on, though, that YJ encounters a disco hell at some point. I wonder if that plot line could fit anywhere into this as well?

I'd also love to see drawings of their various "royal" outfits.

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #thank you for the ask!!!!#ruler of worlds au #dc au #dick grayson #yj98 #discowing

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cepheustarot · 2 years ago

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What new phase are you entering into?

Attention! This reading is for entertainment purposes only. This tarot reading does not give a 100% guarantee that all the described situations will occur. You build your own life and destiny.

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Pick a pile. Choose one or more pictures. Trust your intuition.

Pile 1: Here you begin a new period in your life, changes are coming. Perhaps you are changing your place of residence, changing your job or field of activity, changing your place of study or specialty as well, but in any case, here I see that you will have a new team, a new social circle, new acquaintances. Or maybe you just take a vacation, start taking a break from the routine, go somewhere on a trip or vacation. I will assume that you are currently going through a difficult period in your life, which has physically and mentally exhausted you, so the next stage will be relatively calm for you, it will help you relax, it will be a kind of break. Because the next stage will help you feel happier, you will rejoice more often, relax, feel satisfied, there will be many pleasant moments, you will feel independent of finances, there will be a lot of fun and holidays around you, you will be satisfied with the current state of affairs. In general, this will be the most favorable period for you!

Pile 2: I dare to assume that the second pile was chosen by people who can behave coldly with people, in general you are seen as a detached person who is difficult to approach. Perhaps you are not very emotional, or you try not to show your emotions and because of this, people may think that you don't care about most things, you are indifferent to many things in life. It is also possible that you are too straightforward or speak out too harshly here in someone's address and people who do not know you well may take offense at you. In general, in the next stage of life there will be events that will change you and that will "teach" you not to be afraid to show your emotions, to open up to people. There may be an acquaintance with a person who will be very sympathetic to you and can become your partner, or it will be an acquaintance with a good friend with whom there will be a strong friendship. In any case, you will feel good with this person, you will feel comfortable, you will enjoy spending time with him, because next to him your mood rises and you really want to share everything with this person, in general it will be quite an emotional connection. It is also possible here that you will work with children with whom it is important to maintain an emotional connection, behave gently and this will also help you develop empathy. Of course, at first it will be hard and you will feel very uncomfortable, there will be a desire to retreat and close up more, but in any case it will be an experience for you, as you will get out of your habitual way.

Pile 3: As I see it, in your next period of life you will begin to close yourself in and distance yourself from people, stay in touch less, but this is because you have a change of priorities and you will devote more time to your self-development or gaining knowledge, preparing for studying or you will dive into work. Perhaps someone here will soon start important exams and therefore you are starting to prepare hard for them, or you are working hard to reach a career age, perhaps some of you want to start your own business, something like that. And in general, this stage will be difficult for you, it will be very exhausting, you will be nervous a lot, but I see you are confident here to achieve your goal, so keep your initial attitude, your motivation and, of course, do not forget to give yourself a rest. You will definitely succeed!

Thank you for reading! I will be glad of any feedback <3

#tarot #tarot reading #pick a card #pick a card reading #pick a pile #pick a pile reading #tarot cards

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phantomdialogue · 5 months ago

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˗ˏˋ. ݁₊ ✶ ˖ 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 - 𝟓.𝟐𝟓/𝟓 ☆ . ݁ ˖ˎˊ˗

premise: scarlett vandermeer is fighting to keep her life together as a junior at stanford still finding her footing after a detrimental diving injury her freshman year. lukas blomqvist is the picture of discipline and being the best at what he does. when they learn that they might be more similar than they think, tensions rise and an agreement is formed, one that may just change how easy it is to tread the waters of their busy lives.

couple(s): lukas blomqvist and scarlett vandermeer

tropes: sports romance, secret relationship, friends with benefits, slowburn (ish?), opposites attract, forced proximity, he falls first

content warnings: mentions of child abuse/abuse, power dynamics, open discussion of kink and BDSM

review below!

review:

okay ali hazelwood... i see you. this had me hooked from the very start. one could argue this is her best book yet and i would not fight them on it. i would actually agree. it just worked. every part of it meshed together like a fine tuned machine for me. from the end of the very first chapter, it became all i thought about and i just wanted to keep reading. it flowed beautifully and the pacing was spot on. there were no slow moments really. i've heard complaints that this book is "too horny" but truly i think it balances the smut and the plot and the characters so well and you never feel like you're being overloaded by one of them.

the only logical reason this is rated even 0.25 stars below love theoretically is that i have an undying love for jack smith turner BUT lukas blomqvist... wow. ali hazelwood knows how to do the he falls first trope better than most i have to admit and it works unbelievably well here. lukas is just easily top two ali hazelwood book boyfriends for me. he is such an amazingly flushed out character and i will never not love a refrigerator sized man who just is head over heels in love with the girl that's smarter than him. it's the dream really.

scarlett may also be my new favorite ali hazelwood fmc. she is just one that i connected to so deeply immediately on so many levels. while she does still have that little nagging classic ali hazelwood thing of being slightly annoying due to an insecurity, i think it feels more manageable here than some of her other books. you understand why she's the way she is and the events in her life that have led her to be this way. she has reasons for those insecurities and you watch her grow and become more sure of herself in some ways and it's really so wonderful in this book.

overall, this is likely my new favorite ali hazelwood book. she knocked it out of the park. her take on a sports romance while still throwing in her amazing stem charm just sold me completely. the cameos also were such a fun welcome. it just felt like her best as you were reading it as well. she had a clear voice for scarlett and lukas was perfect and the plot and pacing just felt so smooth. truly hats off to ali hazelwood for proving once again that refrigerator sized men do it better.

my ratings:

characters - 5 ☆ - change and grow, memorable, multilayered, original, strong relationships

plot - 5 ☆ - addictive, satisfying conclusion, steady pacing, well-structured

setting - 4.5 ☆ - realistic, fits the story

writing style - 5 ☆ - beautifully-written, easy to read, original, witty

favorite quotes (some spoilers here, of course, but minimal):

There are snippets of him here and there, though, like confetti stuck to my hair after a New Year’s Eve ball drop. I didn’t mean to take them home, but still get to examine them, and I’m glad for that.

I can be brave. I can be anything for noodles.

“Maybe the elephant’s just… blindfolded?” He nods slowly. “And tied up.” “And doing as it’s told.” He looks like he might find that more appealing. “What a good elephant.”

Being a good athlete, a good student, reaching for perfect—those were the building blocks of me. Now that I’m struggling with almost everything, do I still have a fully fleshed identity? Or am I just an assembly of meat pieces, to be sold separately on clearance?

He conspicuously left the door open, and he made sure I was aware that he could see me through the glass doors. Ah, the frazzling ordeal of being known.

“I do miss them, but when I’m with them, I sometimes contemplate violence.” “Isn’t that what being siblings is about?”

“I’m not soft.” “You are with me.” His eyes meet mine. A dark, unflinching look that sands layer upon layer off me. “Maybe I make you soft.”

“Sometimes, I feel like my life is split in two. There was the first part, where I was in control, and was able to make myself do what needed to be done, and then… now.”

“I’m afraid of the unpredictability of existing. I’m afraid of not being able to control the direction of my life. I’m afraid that no matter how much I plan, I won’t be able to avoid hurtful and sad things. But above all…” I take a deep breath and laugh softly, because what I’m about to say is ridiculous, even if it’s true. Even if it’s me. “Mostly, I’m afraid of attempting something and not being perfect at it.”

“I’m not that smart—” “Shut the fuck up, you brilliant, beautiful genius.”

That’s where it lives, my love for him. In the space between the things he could do, and what he chooses instead.

“Million? Hyperbole?” “Not this time.”

Sometimes, when she’s in deep sleep, a thoughtful little frown furls on her brow. Lukas cannot physically get out of bed until he has smoothed it over with his lips.

#⊹₊ ⋆ᯓ★ book review #book review #bookblr #review #deep end #ali hazelwood #deep end by ali hazelwood

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megzscribbleznwordz · 4 months ago

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Hiii im glad to see you enjoyed your vacay!!! Welcome back yippee

If its Ok can I request a Klaus (American Dad) x Reader hcs, specifically with reader being a transgender guy (and if this isnt TOO specific, if the reader could also be a subject of the same cia mindswap experiments Klaus was subject to and is Also a human whose brain got swapped w an animal. Yes im basically describing my oc dw abt it)

Wahhhhoo! Thank you! I had a lot of fun and I miss Florida, but I definitely belong in northern New England..it was so hot!

I'm very eager so you know what this one skips the queue, I had a lot of fun writing this and I'm very eager to find someone who loves Klaus. He's not my personal type, but I really love him as a character and can definitely see the appeal! I hope you don't mind the extras ^^

Klaus Heisler

Klaus is very understanding of his boyfriend’s situations, in general. Obviously, he isn’t happy that the incident that caused him to become a fish has happened multiple times but he can’t deny how nice it is to have someone with a background similar to his. Someone he feels like he can relate to in a way he can’t relate to anyone else

This is probably where the relationship starts, a friendship based on a similar situation slowly turning into something more. I feel like Klaus is confident and with Rick, flirting with him and complimenting him frequently even pre-relationship

I feel like Klaus is better with his words than he’s given credit for. On his boyfriend’s bad dysphoric days, he’s the best guy to go to for cheering up. Knows just what to say to reassure, comfort, and support his boyfriend while also giving him space to express his feelings clearly. Even if Klaus doesn’t have the same struggles, he understands more than most would think.

I personally don’t see Klaus as trans, but I feel like he gets it more than expected. Even if it’s in a different context, he understands what it’s like to live in a body that doesn’t feel right. I mean, for him it’s living as the ‘wrong species’ but I can see where connections can be drawn.

He’s a classic romantic, as much as he can be from the position he’s in. Klaus is the type to make a date of doing some activity together rather than just leaving the house. Writing stories together, starting a book club, things like that.

Common Pet Names Include: Liebe/My Liebe (“Love” in German), My Dear/Dear, My Love/Love

BONUS: RICKLAUS SPECIFIC

Roger is very mocking Klaus for his feelings… Not because it’s Rick but because it’s Klaus. Frequently pokes fun at Klaus even after the two are official, married, have a child potentially… Roger thinks it’s so fun to get a rise out of Klaus, no genuine harm intended.

Rick, Klaus and Rogu have frequent outings while Rick babysits. Top locations include Chuck E Cheese, the Bookstore (I headcanon Klaus as a literary person), the public parks, and McDonald's play places

On the nights where Rick struggles to sleep for whatever reason, Klaus just…talks to him. Reading a story, recounting the day’s events, discussing theories about their current TV show binge, whatever it is. Klaus’ voice is very soothing to Rick, and on rough nights his accented verbiage is the only thing that can get Rick to relax

#american dad x reader #x male reader #male reader #x trans reader #adult swim #Klaus heisler x reader #Klaus American Dad x reader #wulfums #ricklaus

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purplesoulcollection · 9 months ago

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Otherworld Fans

Do you even question your existence in world?

Yeah, i was the one asking that. This is not the first time I'm being this serious, but this one is the urgent question.

I realized that I was the only one who felt that this world was not my real world.

This place doesn’t feel particularly strange, yet my dark eyes seem to express a reality that feels out of place, as if it’s my eyes that are the odd ones.

It’s a world that mirrors my own, filled with modern conveniences like technology, smartphones, and Wi-Fi that connects everyone through the internet. Yet, it’s also a world plagued by air pollution that makes breathing difficult, and the sun’s heat can feel like it’s cooking people alive, just like in my previous existence.

Still, deep down, I know I don’t belong here. The world I truly belong to is the one where I spent my entire life, a place that wouldn’t change over a single lifetime.

Even if I have to die, my memories would reset, allowing me to experience life anew, as if for the very first time, in an endless loop.

But who knows which monarch that made the blunder of allowing me to be reborn with the memories of my past life intact, robbing me of the joy of living without the weight of knowing I’ve lived before, only to face death once more?

Ops, I let my bad thoughts wander for some reason. My rational and gloomy thought is always ruin for the fun. Sorry for the moody rant. But I have my reason too!

Do you think you will happy if you have to restart your life and study the fact that you already know in the world that mirrors yours?

Yeah, I'm glad at first, but now my gladness dropped 70%, not completely happy again. Why? Why I'm not completely happy, you asked?

Because you know...?

This realm is now the world of solo leveling ragnarok. Not the world of Solo Leveling instead.

It’s no longer the place where Sung Jinwoo was the main character, starting from the very bottom and rising to greatness through a mission system that sought to exploit him. Even though I want to see the live action even if it has to be in secret stalking.

I’ve lost the chance to witness the iconic moments from his legendary comics and novels. I can't even glance at the majestic event that i already memorized the order if sometime i being reincarnated into this world...

I’ll never get the chance to be the person that Sung Jinwoo secretly admires or like since we don’t even exist in the same time period.

Tears streamed down my face when I encountered Sung Jinwoo, now married with children. I can't stop it.

Literally, I cried the first time I saw him alongside Cha Hae-in when my father let me see him—those countless fanfictions I had devoured about Sung Jinwoo x reader shattered before me, leaving only the harsh truth. He can't be mine...

I can only see his worried face when i cried in front of him, he tried to persuade me to stop the tears by by promising to buy me snacks or make friends with his child.

Seeing no change in me, he urgently ask my father for the clue of my cries that my father also having no clue at all.

Sung Jinwoo is undeniably so handsome even when he already married and is already middle aged man … but sadly, he’s not someone I can ever reach; Even after I met him through my unrealistic second life…

then I felt someone's hand wiping my tears. The hand that made me look away from Sung Jinwoo's face and turn my gaze towards the hand that cleaned my face from my tears.

And I saw it. the next protagonist in this world. Sung Suho.

He was the one who wiped my tears with his innocent face. His little hand, which was slightly smaller than mine, still tried to wipe my tears innocently.

Seeing his face and recognizing Suho's face which had similarities in the eyes and nose to his mother made my nose clogged with snot and I ran out of Sung Jinwoo's house which I visited with my father.

I dashed away, tears streaming down my face, feeling embarrassed about my snotty nose. Why should I humiliate myself in front of someone I look up to?

My eyes stung, making everything around me seem hazy, but I was relieved to find the playground deserted, free from other kids.

I plopped down on the swing, staring at the ground, feeling exhausted and sad. At least if I looked down, no one would notice a little girl crying all alone in this empty playground.

Why am I even crying? He’s not a character meant to be with me.

I admire him from afar, and while he’s my idol, that’s all he is—just an idol. Sure, he’s incredibly cool, handsome, and exactly my type, but I have to accept that he’s out of reach if fate doesn’t align with my dreams.

and because I looked down I didn't see someone chasing me coming to see me sitting on the swing. he was panting after me who was emotional.

But seeing me sitting and not realizing that he was chasing me finally made him sit on the swing next to me.

the sound of the swing being shaken made me aware of someone's presence, I wiped my tears and wiped my snot with my hand, trying to appear fine even if I knew it would be useless if my eyes were red from crying.

When I saw the person next to me, I wasn't too surprised to see Suho chasing me. My father knew that I was a smart child to be able to come back to Jinwoo's house when I was done crying and whining, and both Cha Hae-in and Jinwoo were two people who could detect me in their own way, they're strong for the reason.

Only Suho was the one who bothered to chase me here alone.

He didn't look at me when I saw him, but I knew that he was aware that I was watching him.

"Why are you chasing me?" My voice was nasal from crying, not the sweet voice of a girl who can ask for anything sweetly and have her parents grant it.

Hearing me finally want to talk to him made him turn around and asked, "Why are you crying anyway?"

His probing eyes made me shy away from being angry with him. He thinks I want to cry in front of his father? NO!! I want to be the best daughter figure for him, but i can't control my reaction.

"I don't know why, so don't ask!"

I barked at him, still very frustrated with my current situation.

it's better for him to just leave until I manage to calm myself down. That would be better for both of us. I don't want to mad at him, he's innocent and know nothing about me.

But he's being the one who couldn't read the situation and didn't leave even after I barked at him. he just looked back at the sky and swung his swing.

Why doesn't he leave too? Is he insensitive?

We both fell silent, allowing the wind to blow and the warm sunlight to fill the quiet, which was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.

Since I was starting to sweat from the heat, I finally stood up and suggested we head home together.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, trailing behind me as I walked away, he walking slower than me. Maybe that's why he couldn't immediately chase after me who ran away to the playground.

I scrunched my face, knowing I couldn't be completely truthful with him. "I don't know, maybe it's because your dad is just too handsome… and that makes me a bit jealous of your mom?"

His reaction was one of surprise; he lowered his arms from behind his head, clearly taken aback. "Do you like my dad?" he asked, his voice rising in pitch.

I didn't appreciate his response, which felt like it was prying into my embarrassment. "No, don’t joke about that! I’m just intrigued by him, not in love! I just hope to find a guy as good-looking as he is someday."

What I said was partly true but also a bit of a stretch. Where else could I find someone who matched my standards? Imagining someone perfect was my only option.

"Since you seem to like my dad so much, why not extend that to me?"

His question left me speechless, making me reconsider his character.

Wow, is Suho really the kind of person who can be this unpredictable? Shouldn't my mere glance at the comic be enough?

"Why do you keep making jokes? How can I like you when I don’t even know your name?"

Technically, I still didn’t know his name; we hadn’t introduced ourselves yet. Dad had only introduced me to Suho's parents before I ended up in tears.

"You can like my dad right away, so why can’t I?" He still insisted, he raised his hand while making a fist. Looks very serious in his opinion.

"You just can’t!" I shook my head firmly, dismissing Suho's illogical suggestion.

He fell quiet, awkwardly tracing his finger along his cheek before finally saying, "If you don’t know my name, I’ll tell you, but you have to share yours too!" He looked embarrassed and turned his gaze away.

Why is he looking away so awkwardly? Is he trying to be my friend but feels shy because our first interaction was a bit rocky?

feeling guilty because this was my fault I stretched out my hand to Suho, "Okay, my name is Name, satisfied now right?"

He looked at the outstretched hand in front of him, clearly taken aback. When I noticed he wasn't moving to take it, I thought about pulling my hand back.

But as if sensing my doing, he quickly grasped both of my hands. "I'm Suho, nice to meet you, Name!" he exclaimed loudly, causing me to jump a little from the unexpected volume.

"Why do you have to yell like that? You really startled me!" I loudly tell him. He only can shrunk because he knew he was doing something wrong.

"Well, you can't expect me to just stand here waiting for you to say something." he answered in a nervous voice. afraid of making me angry again.

"You took your sweet time, didn't you? Let's get home before my dad gets mad!"

He nodded, and we started walking home, completely unaware that we were still holding hands.

The End

#fanfic #x reader #manhwa #manhwa x reader #reader insert #solo leveling #solo leveling x reader #solo leveling ragnarok #sung suho #fem reader #oneshot #fluff

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soapieanxiety · 7 months ago

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could you elaborate more on how you see Finland and America (usa)?

Of course I can :D

Finland and America have a very interesting and unique dynamic. One that I absolutely adore and I'm very glad I can talk about it. I'm gonna dwelve more into headcanon as I will talk about how I personally see their dynamic but I will try and make it clear when I'm talking strictly canon and headcanon.

Finland was actually the first person we see to find America. Sweden was there as well but it was Finland who found America. At first, I thought this might be a Vinland reference but Vinland was in Canada. However, Hima actually revealed that this event is referring to the colony of New Sweden that was located where modern day Delaware is.

I’ll say it point blank, I’m of the belief that America is on some way related to Finland and even Sweden. (Sufin kid). This isn’t directly canon and it’s just a fun headcanon I like to do on the side but there is evidence! You don’t have to agree with me on this take, I don’t believe it’s a common one but it’s one that I absolutely love.

As stated earlier, Finland did find America first! Though America ran away from him, Finland just wished the kid safety and was worried he was alone. I personally find it very wholesome that this is how Finland reacts to finding America. While everyone was arguing over who would be America’s “big brother,” Finland is over here worrying about America’s safety.

Also, love how this is what starts Sweden’s quest to make him and Finland parents. This was the catalyst that made him realize that Finland wants kids and honestly I love that.

I just wanted to add another panel showcasing that Finland genuinely cares about America’s safety. He’s most concerned about the kids safety than the fact that he just got beat up.

One of my favorite panels about Finland and America. I love how it’s made obvious that yes, Finland and America do look a lot alike. What I also find interesting is France and England’s reaction to this. England completely lies and France says that likeliness is not important, it’s how much love you have. Finland has shown more love for America’s wellbeing than anyone else during this entire event.

However, we all know that England ended up raising America and the rest is history. I am also a sucker for FACE family, so I’m not saddened by this but I also do love the idea that America is a Sufin kid. Dw they’ll get revenge on England when they buy Sealand off of eBay.

Modern day, they do have an interesting dynamic. Finland likes to lean into beliefs that make America happy. The most prominent being the Santa thing. We all know that Finland and Santa are very connected in Hetalia but the idea that Santa is from Finland is an American belief. This is event pointed out in canon.

Now my favorite panel between America and Finland has to be the one from the Cats and Christmas event. Honestly, I think the panel speaks for itself.

Words cannot described how much I love this scene.

I have a lot of opinions on this relationship but I tried to keep it as short as possible. I’m really glad I got asked about this though, so thank you so much for the ask <3

#soapie rambles #hetalia #aph finland #aph america #hws finland #hws america #aph sweden #aph nordics #aph headcanons #hws headcanons #ask

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Rayas at the RTV Tour, 2

Second week of the Puzzlevision Tour, hosted by @rtv-puzzlevision-studios

Directory: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 3.5-ish, Part 4, Part 5 (END), Epilogue

Note 1: Once again, writing this in first person. Had a lot of fun with it

Note 2: I did mentioned that my main Oc is in the spectrum. But as the Tour goes, she might slowly try to interact a little bit. Especially when either trying to make social interaction, or asking if anyone saw her missing drawing. And a little lore drop on her.

Note 3: Interactions to the inserts are all Bg and not always direct for bigger actions, and as to not break the rules. But now, interacting with the RTV AU characters and sonas happens.

Final Note: Same as last post. Rayas is a participant, and not the same for a future RTV version.

Story

"THANK YOU ALL FOR VOTING! LOOKS LIKE WE WILL GO TO THE ART DEPARTMENT FIRST!" Said Puzzles, the host of the Puzzlevision Tour, after the final vote is set.

After climbing the stairs (of Doom), so far, I'm glad no one tripped on it (I saw someone change to a dragon and skipped the stairs, wow! But is that allowed?) (Marie by @fenicearts420); but for some reason, why did I felt nervous anyways (?). It's not like someone tries to trip me, or someone is glaring at me from atop the staircase. Yet, I still cling to my umbrella that I brought; again, it makes me feel safe.

But alas, I think the whole tour won't be so eventful for the bad; though, some of the participants got a little keen such as how to address Puzzles. As Mr Puzzles... or RTV (Reality TV? well, I know that) said the host, but "Mr Puzzles" is okay (preferably).

(Well, I will out of politeness. I said before, this place/world is different, with its own rules. My Visitor arm band I subconsciously made is for a reason)

Now, walking through the halls of the second floor studio, Mr Puzzles explains that the Social Media Department is connected and just below the Art Department, Block B; and those two that close are just right. So far, all is fine; and hope everyone or some try to be polite. And still, I'm looking for the drawing that went up the second floor somewhere where the whole group is heading. For a moment, I thought I saw something thin go into a vent from above the ceiling; hope it's the drawing. But if it is... where did it go? Never mind, must stick to the tour.

Hm... wonder if I can try to make small talk while walking to the Art Department with the group. I can try to practice in case... I have to speak to Mr Puzzles if he addresses me first. I saw some participants who are TV Heads and slightly look like Mr Puzzles, or close (I've always been curious about them). I could start with the one with a Kuromi cap and purple teeth (Crystal by @kuromipuzzles2000), since she's the one nearest to me after climbing up the stairs in the back.

(Crystal, and Loyboo)

I subtly got a little close to her. I looked at her for a bit and didn't took long for her to notice... I slightly smiled with my second mouth (one to pronounce my emotions much more) as a silent Hello along with a small wave of my hand... Why is she giving me a straight frown...? Did I do something wrong? Did I interrupted something? Maybe- Oh, she slightly smiled back, albeit faintly with a raised eyebrow. Okay, she looks forward; I follow. I don't think it went bad, just neutral. Nothing verbal, but at least, I'm trying. Huh? It looks like someone also wanted to talk to her, the same ghost-like person (Loyboo by @alelathedragon) who loudly boasted to see the Art Department (I won't blame him for being too happy. Plus, for my ears getting hurt, all forgiven). But he seems to be hesitant before changing his mind. Hm... I'm... considering if to at least, make brief contact since he appears too shy; I don't want to overwhelm anyone. (Wonder if there's a unique way to interact with him, after seeing his Boo tie)

Anyways...

During the rest of the tour, I hope to gain enough courage ask for help from the three guards if they could look for my lost drawing. But um... I feel like it won't be easy. Swag seems to be a little too rude after his interaction with two participants (sorry). Chris seems like it, but it looks like he seemed a little stressed with Swag's antics; guess I rather not give him trouble with finding my lost drawing. Hm... Lucian, the third security guard who ushered me and a few others being the last ones, who knows. I hope that while I'm looking around, he could get the hint; but then again, what if... oh. Up ahead, we are close. I navigate very slowly into the crowd without interrupting anyone, and avoiding some that give me vibes they would immediately not like me for the smallest thing, but I think it's just my anxiety making me think things that have not happened yet. I have to admit, some of them scare me (sorry).

(If you look at my broken left side of my face, I'm doing my best not to think about it getting bigger, or a new one to show up. All I can say, it will never heal as it isn't a physical one)

I keep on to my umbrella.

Alright. Finally arriving to the Art Department.

Mr Puzzles stands and everyone stops as the main doors to the Art Department is. And then, a peculiar floating woman with a color picker for a head (and a paintbrush tail, that's interesting) appears past the door. She greets all of us, very excited in her tone. I even notice the color on her head and fingers change color based on her current mood.

“Colores, head of our Art department and funny enough the younger SISTER of Lucian over there.” said Mr Puzzles to everyone, introducing the head of the Art Department.

Colores, as in Colors; that's a nice name. (Hello Colores) (My name, Rayas, means Stripes in Spanish, I love stripes). And she's Lucian's sister, interesting. I couldn't help, or if anyone else did, look back and see Lucian wave at his sister... She didn't waved back. I wonder what is the reason for sibling rivarly or squabble going with them, but I'm not part of their story to learn more (I'm just a visitor); and not even thinking of leaving what I call, an Imprint. Direct or Indirect, I won't get into it.

“Well, as Mr. Puzzles has already told you, I’m in charge of this department. Ah- you know what? Just come into one of the studios!”

Colores lets everyone else into one of the offices of the Art Department. Many rows of seats, pin boards and screens on each row. This room is VERY big, big enough for at least... no more than 35 or so. There's posters around, sketches, concept art, and ideas of many sorts. I noticed that most, are for stuffed toy concepts. Why do I feel, we will all get a free plushie today? But alas, this place is nice. So... what else the Art Department can produce? (I wonder if blankets and tote bags are also made here, the concept for making them that is. If a tote bag, maybe I could use it to carry anything the tour offers for free)

Hm, while everyone is settling, I was just about to start make small interactions when Colores spoke again.

“The Art Department is responsible for all the designs you see around the studio from merchandise to websites, although the latter with the help of the Social Media Department! In general we always work closely together with other departments. For example also with the Film Department when it comes to ads!”

Not just the Social Media Department, even the Film Department works with the Art Department? Huh, well, that's a good strategy, even if have no experience with advanced marketing (only from what I heard).

“Among other things we also take care of the fanmail.” added Colores.

Um... what? Oh, right, Mr Puzzles here is very popular, so he has so many fans. But.... why is the topic of fanmail coming from? (and what does have to do with the Art Department?)

I noticed Mr Puzzles jump, and turn away from the window, as if the topic wasn't necessary to be mentioned- Oh!

The timing! (calm down Rayas) The nearest air vent that's just above and closest to the window, my drawing just flew out of it, and very quietly (how is it flying without sound?). It sticked to just behind Mr Puzzles, on the window as soon as he looked away (phew). Again, I cannot interrupt (the fanmail convo) since it'll be very rude of me; I don't want to rub people the wrong way, especially Mr Puzzles (from this world). Just, has anyone noticed it? Hopefully not. I don't want to hear someone indicating the drawing on the window, and give away it was mine (again, it has my watermark, and no way to deny the ownership). Sigh... I'll worry later.

At the moment, the convo changed to the story of someone, a fan, breaking in the studio to... propose to Mr Puzzles? (and with a ring?). While at the same time, glance back to the drawing in brief moments to not show my anxiety, and making sure it has not moved. But also couldn't help look that Mr Puzzles' smile was straining as the topic went, but still covering it by chuckling; I cannot imagine what is like to have many fans, going to lengths to see their idol, and someone reminding him of the incident. (In my mind, I want to be honest. In Colores' place, I would not mention any further if it makes Mr Puzzles uncomfortable)

I also am aware, what I imagine the rest of the tour participants are feeling right now as the topic went. But I rather not look around to see. I can hear them alright.

“Security was raised after THAT incident, mind you.” Mr Puzzles cleared his throat.

Well, that's a good thing.

Hold on... if security was raised, and while not looking around the ceiling, wonder if the cameras caught sight of my lost drawing flying around.

“These are filled with mail from Valentine’s day. We still have to go through the majority of them, but you won’t believe how much of those are fanfic-”

(I think that's enou-)

"AAAAAAAnyway-"

Mr Puzzles loudly interrupts (ouch my ears) and quickly jumps in front of Colores before she could say more about the Valentines' cards he received (and the fanfics). This sudden action makes enough for my drawing to fly above the window, and up to and around the ceiling... and somehow not landing (is it, taunting me?) on the ground or into the crowd, but onto a hanging lamp. (please don't move from there)

I wonder, wouldn't it be by sheer timing, the drawing passed by the cameras? And whoever saw it would compare the watermark to my head? But.... who knows.

Colores seems to get back to topic at the moment. I see there's a table with what look like.... stuffed toys?

“Ah, of course! My bad, I got sidetracked… Well, I mentioned before that our department is responsible for the merch designs, so I thought: Hey, why not give something to you guys? Let’s see…we have plushies of all the cast members and Mr. Puzzles, of course!

Oh, so I was right about the possibility of everyone getting a free stuffed toy. Sweet! Hah! The same ghost-like person is super happy to receive one (look at his tail go!) Looking at the plushies, they all look cute. To be honest, I find all stuffed toys cute (and comforting); cute enough that I would want to make a sort of playroom with many plushies I can fill it with. (Sometimes, it makes me feel like a kid again. But sadly, we don't live forever; only the memories)

...Huh, no Mario plushies? Oh, right... I prefer not to ask (how could he not known...? But again, I'm just a visitor; and this place/world is different)

I got slightly startled when Mr Puzzles tossed two plushies (Saiko and Bob) to some of the tour participants, one was close to me who grabbed the Bob plushie. Apparently, the Bob and Saiko plushies are limited, since the actual Bob and Saiko are no longer part of the crew. What happened? I don't know. Does anyone? Where their attitudes too much? (hope they are still out there doing fine)

Before bringing my attention back to the table of stuffed toys, I looked up where my lost drawing is sitting. It almost looks like is about to... to...! The drawing falls to one of the cubicles...

Rayas, it's okay I told myself. No one will notice it (if anyways). Relax. Remember the Tour rules, no wondering off. You'll eventually get the drawing back. You have not crossed the bridge... yet

Attention back to the table of plushies ranging from Mr Puzzles, SMG3, Tari, Meggy, Boopkins, and the limited Saiko and Bob plushies.

“So PLEASE, take one of your liking. Max is two.” Indicated Mr Puzzles as he moves away.

Well, guess I could get myself busy with receiving a free stuffed toy. Two per person. Well, looking that I'm holding my umbrella, I'm doubting if I'll receive two plushies max; my hands might be too busy. Looking that Colores is randomly giving them (is there or no choice to which plushies everyone gets?), I sort of though I saw from the corner of my eye, someone break from the group? (It's actually Astro by @the-masked-astro)Did they saw my drawing and went to look for it? If yes, then guess they'll bring it back to me. With my watermark of my head and name, it shouldn't be hard to know who owns it.

As I'm getting close to the table of plushies, I'm starting to think that maybe... I can ask Colores if she can allow me to get my drawing. But then I went against it, because after making things awkward with Mr Puzzles out loud, I feel like I don't trust telling her. What if she sees it and loudly praises it, and it gets Mr Puzzles' attention? Whether Mr Puzzles likes it or not (mostly), I don't think I'll want to have all attention on me (I cannot have that. Too many eyes). Not that I'm scared of Mr Puzzles rejecting it, and maybe toss it in the trash/tear in half, it's how I'll take it and have me to destroy it; anything I make from where I'm from and where it is made from, only I can unmake/destroy it.

(Note, this is the first time I meet a different Mr Puzzles. And... especially, too early to meet this special one. Maybe I should have abandoned the drawing...)

But... these are just thoughts of anxiety. I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. It hasn't happened yet.

Now close enough, I focus back on the plushies. There's still more left, and deciding whether I just want one; considering I have my umbrella, one is enough. I wouldn't mind much which one, I'm between Tari and Mr Puzzles (from here). The former, because blue is my favorite color, and close to the color of my split hair; and because like her, I'm also shy, but I'm a slow-to-warmup. Mr Puzzles' plushie, a unique one; and it has the colorful cape-like coat. Hm... I could receive the latter as another thing to make me feel less nervous when around Mr Puzzles. (Or maybe, imagine if I get the fun idea that if by lucky chance, find other unique Puzzles Plushies from different places? And set them, like... a collection?)

I'm now very close to Colores now. What plushie do I get?...

Not the now rare Saiko (luck for the ghost participant) and Bob, or Tari,... but Mr Puzzles. (Guess I might start the Puzzles Plush quest, LOL). I smiled politely to Colores. And as I turn around to walk a couple of steps...

"Why, I like the creativity on the vest you put on." Colores complimented at me. "Especially the bow on the back. Oh and your blue puzzle piece tie clip."

I turn around and smile lightly.

'Thanks,' I thanked her.

(Colores by @4thwallbreakerdraws2)

I... I couldn't believe one of the heads of Puzzlevision Studios would talk to me; a compliment. Well, the uniform isn't the official uniform, but I crafted it as best as I could to follow the standards (and I hope I left the receipt back home). Besides, I saw some add their tastes to it, so I was right to add the stripes on the back, right shirt cuff and the mismatched striped socks (I love stripes). I... I almost forgot about my lost drawing there. Maybe things will go... fine?

"I cannot help but, notice, you seemed, worried?" asked Colores as she slowly keeps giving out plushies with her tail while facing me. (didn't know she could multitask as well) "Is everything okay?"

Was it very obvious? Or maybe she has a strong sense of empathy? Or maybe she noticed the meaning behind the blue puzzle piece tie clip? Sigh, guess I'll be honest with the issue of my lost drawing, but I'll be vague; and not point where the drawing is. I knew to always say the truth, but if anything else, prepare another truth for later.

Slightly fiddling with my new Mr Puzzles plushie and then my blue puzzle piece tie clip... As there's very few participants. And even though Colores doesn't have an actual face, I still get nervous when trying eye contact; a weakness I'm trying when meeting new people.

'Well, I... brought something (half true) that I made, ...but I lost it (half true). And I've been trying to see if I can find it... and... I'm too nervous to ask for someone if they seen it (still true), and to give it back if they find it. It has my watermark of my face in a corner... (true) I... I'm sorry, I didn't want to bother...'

I sigh in defeat as if sounding I'm giving up. I feel an hand on my shoulder. It was Colores, see appears to want to reassure me.

"Oh I see... Is it a drawing?"

I nod. I have to be honest.

"No worries, I'm sure what you lost will turn up. If anything, I'll try. For now, enjoy the tour." Her head and fingers change color to a pastel tone to it, what I assume was a calming and reassuring tone. And a pat on my back.

Walking to join the rest, this helped me calm down, as she hands out the plushies to the last people (some didn't get one, or some weren't interested). And... I'm considering if I should have told her that my drawing is just... Wait, I glanced just a little to the back before my focus was back on what next of the tour, Mr Puzzles and the same wandering participant (wearing blue and orange; complimentary colors) (and also in the drawing) were coming back... And the participant, doesn't seem to have noticed my drawing, nor have it as they came to join back the group empty-handed. (... crap. Pardon the expression)

Sigh... what now? (so much to have my hopes partially up)

While Mr Puzzles and Colores chatted a little away from the group, I'm mentally debating whether to go and recover my drawing. But... the rules are the rules. (I cannot be the second person to break away) Well, the least I can do before everyone settles, I can try to meet a few new faces then. While the TV head with the purple teeth and Kuromi cap was the first to interact, and even when she was polite enough to greet me her way, her straight frown... I sort of felt discouraged to speak to her again (unless her frown was just an act, maybe I can try again). There's still the other TV heads, but... I don't know; I'm still curious though. Looking around... There's a robot rabbit (Bunnybot by @selfshippinglover), but he appears to already be socializing with his own group (characters by @scimagic and @michaelscorneroftheinternet), a fish and human mix, and another person with glasses and Puzzlevision logo on their left lens; so no. How about... the ghost-like person with their limited Saiko plushie?

He seem very shy for some reason, like, he wanted to ask questions like he stated during his boast; or maybe they want to talk to someone. But he's hesitating. He's clinging to his notebook, writing stuff down. Hm... Okay, I can do this. Just a brief interaction. Um... hold on... I... I think I saw Mr Puzzles ending the convo from far away. But I thought I was very sure there was enough time to talk approach him. Sigh...

"Well, then...Since last time worked so well, how about I let you choose the next department AGAIN? (has his voice been loud before?)

Mr Puzzles has announced to start another vote. Everyone huddles over towards Mr Puzzles. Well, seeing that my drawing is still where it is, I think it's time for me to-

"...and don’t think about SNATCHING something that belongs to the studio, as great as some of the artist tools and merch look. Camera sees ALL and that jazz.~” Mr Puzzles added. And points to the cameras.

Well, I don't think anyone would (be bold) steal property from the studio. That's why security is there everywhere.

Wait... Oh, Oh no. I can't get my drawing! If I stray to do so, the cameras will see, and everyone would assume I stole something! I... I can't... Ugh, how unfortunate. Watermarked or not, I can't risk it.

While looking at the voting area, where everyone is gathering to cast, I pray a vote to the closest department if my drawing flies into a vent and goes there... (I voted after 5 participants did theirs)

Actually... while everyones wait for the results, I think I can do a last, very brief interaction with the ghost participant after voting after me.

I slowly approach him, but not too close as not to make him nervous. Hope he notice- oh okay, he is; and he's nervous, and confused. Now, after seeing his Boo tie earlier before reaching the Art Department, time to see if this approach works. I hold my Puzzles plushie and umbrella in arm, and cover my eyes with my other hand, but fingers slightly parted to see his reaction. (I hope he doesn't find this offensive, since if he's associated with Boos, Boos get shy if looked directly and would cover their faces. The least I want is to offend someone. I just want to at least, make just one friend, but at the same time making sure he isn't overwhelmed in his space)

"Hi," I greeted him, with one of my ears moving as if waving since my other arm was busy with my umbrella and plush Puzzles. "Rayas."

A small pause. Confusion... but then he smiles at last. (did my approach worked?)

(Also, I know Boos are known to play pranks, so please don't play a prank. Everyone is on tour, and no disruptions of any kind is tolerated)

(In addition, I'm sensitive...)

(And I also hope no one finds this strange, but hope some understand what it means)

"Hi." He finally said, sounding less nervous I think. "Loyboo."

(Hello Loyboo) (Phew)

Looking back at the votes...

Oh.... a majority seem to want to go to the Film Department, next.

Everyone is slowly leaving the art department one by one (hope it isn't going back down the stairs). One glance to my drawing... Still there.

...

Goodbye I guess...

Just... I just hope the cameras saw the drawing, and/or maybe someone sees it, looks at the watermark, and goes to give it to me... Sigh... I hug my Mr Puzzles plushie and umbrella for a semblance of comfort. I want this whole tour to go fine; and the drawing of mine, not ready to share it here, I just want it back.

(Or better yet, wish no one finds it)

I was walking at a slow pace, I might not realized I gotten behind the group, in the back, but close still. And after moment, the last one to leave the door, like 10 steps made, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It startled me since there wasn't any participants that could have been behind me. Let alone Loyboo (who seems to prefer being in the back), yet he's in front of me; but will he notice?

"Keep going," I looked up, and it was Lucian. The one with a neon sign head; and Colores' sister.

The group has slowed and then stopped for the final voting results (pretty sure the Film Department), but not yet the next instruction Mr Puzzles says, and Lucian's hand is still on my shoulder. Why...? I didn't do anything wrong...? I kept hugging my plushie and umbrella.

And not saying a word, Lucian lets go of my shoulder, and hands me a rolled paper in front of me. I was confused at first, but even if I didn't unrolled it, I pieced together what it was...! Lucian's head displayed the word "Alright"

"Don't lose it, Alright? He said, with the most relaxed tone in his voice.

All I answer, was closing my eyes and nodding, and whisper a thanks. And sounding relieved.

I don't know how Lucian found it, or what happened back at the Art Department since he's the last one, and Colores stayed where she's at, and after the group left. Plus, did he finally took notice, or was it his sister? (I don't know) But I'm glad that weight of self-consciousness and anxiety was off my shoulders. Thank you Lucian.

Sure enough, I unfurled it just a little, and it was the drawing. Phew. I tuck the drawing into my vest, and inner vest pocket. Feeling confident/calm now, I slowly went through the crowd; and carefully navigated the open spaces to go through the crowd.

What a relief to finally getting it back (I wouldn't mind if I didn't find it, as long as no one sees it; it can get lost in a place no one would see and know who did it. I can draw a replica, but polished). I think the Tour will go smoothly, and have less worries.

(hm... Patience is a virtue... Good things comes to those who wait. Yeah, good things have happened)

Well, I have crossed (part of) the bridge... but I think not until the Tour is over.

The Film Department is possibly next. Wonder where that is. If it's in a different indoor block, or a separate building. If the latter, pray that there's a use for my umbrella if the sun is harsh, or light rain is to happen.

(Why do I have a nagging feeling, that my drawing won't stay in my vest and might fly off again? It's probably nothing. And hope that even in my mind, I didn't jinx it)

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Author's note, I hope I didn't overdid it. But I was having fun writing this. And... couldn't render some of the the illustrations, but the actions are shown.

The lost drawing in Question Below

(Between The Star and AV Puzzles is Astro by @the-masked-astro , one of the participants on the tour) All Ocs/AUs belong to their owners and can be found here Puzzlevision Mass Attack

Note, interactions available, but comment/dm first. Plus, if anything, I might slightly change the story here.

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gossippool · 8 months ago

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2024 fic roundup!!!

got tagged (ish) by my beloveds @eybefioro and @captainblou and i'm just gonna do it here because i think i've already written more for poolverine than the ineffable husbands LMAOO

What fandoms do you write in?

deadpool & wolverine, previously good omens

How many words have you published in 2024?

78,557 words so far. 39,124 for good omens and 39,433 for deadpool & wolverine holy shit dude

What is your greatest achievement this year?

honestly just writing more. it's not something i ever did consistently before the end of last year and idk how i went my whole life without it tbh. i fucking love writing

What are your favourite top three fics you wrote this year?

transitional heart taxidermy—at risk of sounding like a broken record this fic means so much to me and it's also my first completed multi-chaptered fic so it was a great achievement. i still can't believe that it became what it did i have no idea how that happened. i have been wanting to write something like this (this relationship dynamic, at least) for a very long time and the thing about good omens is that it really presents you endless opportunities to do whatever you want. and so i did. and it was one of the best things i've ever done

to rome: a play—sonny, eybe, and blou, i will ALWAYS be so grateful to the three of you for always encouraging me in everything i did because without you all this fic would never have been made because i simply would never have wanted to write or thought of writing it otherwise. it's the most experimental thing i've ever done and honestly the most fun i've had writing a fic. from drawing the cover of it playbill-style to formatting the entire thing like a play to writing something happy for once 😭 it definitely did test my writing too because i don't write much fluff or dialogue and hey it worked out. i'm proud of it

sunday morning synesthetics—i just love this fic so much. idk i love writing about how things are like other things. how everything is connected and how everything reminds you of everything else, and how people can connect with each other without words. i love that i could have an opportunity to describe my favourite character in any way i wanted and through the eyes of someone else. i love writing from wade's perspective but more than that i love writing about how other people see him

What have you learned?

to write for myself fr. and adjacently to do everything in fandom for myself. who the fuck cares about notes or engagement or whatever who caresssss who cares. that's not the point of anything

What fic did you want to do but never made it off the ground?

oh all my good omens ideas :( the hanahaki fic, the house of leaves fic, the spooky bang fic that i abandoned KJHEFKJAHA well. maybe one day

Did you beta any fics?

i did!! do!! just for friends who have asked

What ideas are percolating for next year?

sooo many things... i have a gigantic poolverine longfic brewing and maybe i'll be able to pull it off. along with a thousand other ideas and more fandom events lmaoo

Who do you want to thank?

@crowleys-bentley-and-plants @eybefioro @captainblou you three will always always be some of the dearest friends i've made on here. i love u all so much and i'm so glad i baited two of you into talking to me by posting about how i wanted people to be my idea trampolines (and eybe who just dmed me to ask me about marvel comics) lmaoo. we all truly went together like 4 peas in a really weirdly big pod and i always have fun with u all. and also @seven-stars-in-his-palm for being so so generous with ur support and friendship i love u and i love ur mind. you all are what i miss most about the good omens fandom <3 i've also made so many other friends in both of these fandoms so just. thank u to all my mutuals ever

open tags!

#user: gossippool 😝#gossippool writes #LOVE U GUYS!!!!!!!! FR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#good omens #deadpool and wolverine #ineffable husbands #poolverine

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miss-conjayniality · 1 year ago

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another submissive dilf!jay thought that randomly jumped out of the blue….crossdressing with dilf!jay.

imagine that you and jay are about to attend a social function and he sees you getting ready. and there’s something that truly gets to him whenever he looks at you getting ready. he thinks you look absolutely stunning from start to finish. whether you’re bare-faced or full faced, it doesn’t matter. he’s always starstruck by your beauty.

being the inquisitive, knowledge-seeking man he is, jay has always had a casual interest in makeup. tinkering around with makeup tutorials and seeing how it looks on him, learning about its rich history spanning all the way back to ancient egypt…..he’s fascinated by how both women and men used cosmetics for millennia as a way to beautify the self.

as jay sees you blending your eyeshadow, he has a certain desire in his mind - he wants you to put makeup on him. to him, the creation of glamour sounds like such an intimate, romantic experience. you see, glamour starts from within. and depending on who you are inside, it outwardly shows up differently and uniquely on everyone. for jay, he is the embodiment of a classy, vintage, gentlemanly glamour. but he’s also open to experimenting towards something different and not boxing himself to just masculine dapperness.

dare we say it? he envies you. he loves and relishes in his dapperness dearly. but as stated before, he’d love to tap into his girly, feminine side without the rigid social repercussions. and what better way than to do it with his lovely, endearing wife?

on that same note, he loves your lingerie….and not only does he find it incredibly sexy on you, but he would love for you to put it on him. sometimes, when he gifts you new lingerie, he wishes he could share them with you too. he wants you to do unspeakable things to him as he wears your pretty pink silk nightgowns, pink laced lingerie, sparkly pink stilettos, and more.

“p….princess?” jay nervously asks, “may you put your makeup on me sometime? and maybe your lingerie too? ehehe. daddy thinks it sounds real fun.”

jay didn’t mean for those last two sentences to come out. his mind-to-mouth connection vanished for a moment because of his desires flooding his mind. he hopes you don’t find him weird or anything…

“ah! princess oh my god I’m so sorry if i-

“daddy,” you interrupt, “i’d be more than delighted to do those aforementioned things to you. i think you’d look stunning in my skimpy little clothes. i have never seen this side of you come out but i’m glad it is.”

“r-….really princess?” he blushes, “thank you for the kind words. I love you so much. thank you for accepting this side of me. for a long time i thought you’d find it strange.”

“well all I must say is that you’re sexy and beautiful regardless if you’re wearing blue calvin klein boxers or pink victoria’s secret lingerie. that’s how deep my love runs for you. you are valid as is. and you are my stunning, beloved daddy no matter what.”

he gets even more flustered by your kind, affirming words. you give his cheek a peck and you two head off for the night. but jay is anticipating tomorrow far more than this event because he’s been dreaming of this for so long.

he’s excited for you to dress him up and beautify him, only for the lingerie to be taken off afterwards and the makeup to be smudged in tears after a good hard fuck from his pretty princess.

#enhypen smut #jay smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #sub!enhypen #dom!reader #sub!kpop #enha smut #enha hard hours #xoxo heidi ♡

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thepenguinweeb · 6 months ago

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Hello!! I was wondering if I could please get a JJBA match up for your Valentine’s Day event??

I’m an ENFJ personality type. I am pretty extroverted and can make new friends anywhere I go but I also like my quiet time at home! I’m told I’m really kindhearted and funny and I like to make jokes, especially sarcastic/witty ones. I’m super emotional and I feel everything REALLY deeply, I’m not afraid to cry over little things lol. I’m a total bookworm too! I’m definitely not adventurous and I love a good routine. My type in men is just anyone who has a big heart and is overall a good person.

I hope that’s enough info!! I LOVE your writing and I can’t wait to see what you come up with!! Happy early Valentine’s Day!!🫶🩷 thank you so much for this fun event!!

💌 Your Valentine Matchup is..

[ Mohammed Avdol !! ]

[ A/N : me when a writer I've liked for a while gives me a request. Me when said writer compliments my writing. Me when I realize we're MUTUALS ??? ]

[ Anyway don't mind my fangirling, always happy to write literally anything related to jjba !! Happy early Valentine's Day to you too and tysm !! Love your work aswell <33 ]

Dividers by @/cafekitsune !!

I feel like Avdol was a pretty obvious choice.. in my head at least! You want a man with a big heart? He's right there!

Avdol is a very social person. He's not exactly shy when it comes to strangers, he treats everyone with the same respect. And he's glad that you're the same!

Everywhere the two of you go, you're able to have fun and make friends. Avdol loves that, since it saves him the trouble of worrying about where to take you on dates.

That doesn't mean he does not care, though. He always makes sure to ask you where you want to go, what you want to do, etc. He never takes you anywhere he knows you won't be comfortable.

While Avdol likes to travel, he knows that sometimes all you need is a nice, quiet day at home. If you don't feel like going anywhere, he'll be more than happy to stay in with you.

The man appreciates good humour - it's something he'd look for in a partner. Therefore, he loves your witty jokes and sarcastic remarks. Even if none of the crusaders laugh at your joke, he's by your side, chuckling. If he feels like it, he makes a few good-natured remarks in return as well.

On that note, another thing he values in a relationship is a strong emotional connection. He doesn't mind that you're emotional - he likes that you're not afraid to show how you feel. He found that out quite quickly, when the crusaders decided to have a movie night and you cried over the death of one of the characters. He was the closest and most willing to comfort you, so that job was left to him. And since then, he'd never failed to comfort you whenever you felt bad about something.

Avdol is more than happy to make accommodations for your routine. He'll be quick to memorize it, and the first to scold the crusaders (or, anyone, really) if they somehow try to get in the way.

─ "Where's Y/N? I'm hungryyy.. we should be heading out to eat by now!"

─ "Have some patience, Polnareff. They're showering."

Uses the fact he's a fortune teller to his advantage for sure. Mostly for corny lines like "our love is written in the stars" or "I see my future more clearly when I look at you". But! If you want genuine fortune telling or tarot readings, he'll be more than happy to provide.

He's not the most touchy person. However, he does enjoy having an arm on your shoulder, or holding your hand every once in a while. He's a surprisingly good cuddler, though! Do what you will with that info.

The stars hung high above your head as you stumbled your way through the dirt path that led to you and Avdol's shared home.

Today was.. exhausting, to say the least. You worked hard all day and had to deal with Polnareff's usual antics on top of that.

You clumsily opened the door as soon as it was within reach and kicked your shoes off. You didn't even think much about how all the lights were off, or the eerie silence. You figured Avdol went to sleep earlier tonight.

But then you made your way to the dining room. Your favourite flowers' petals spread across the table, with some of your favourite food served on an intricate plate. The only sources of light were the small, but beautiful candles decorating the middle of the table.

And opposite to you sat the man you loved so dearly. And god, did he look magnificent, the candlelight lighting up his face in the most gorgeous way possible.

"Avdol.." your voice, even in this tired state, was soft as you looked over the sight. "This is.. amazing. Absolutely amazing."

His smile at your words warmed your heart more than anything.

"But.. what gives?"

The previous smile is quickly replaced by a confused expression and a raised eyebrow. But then, he looked you up and down to take in your disheveled appearance and seemed to understand.

"You must've forgotten." He spoke calmly. "It's the 14th."

That's when it clicks.

Goodness.. in the chaos of today and your current exhausted state, you'd completely forgotten it was Valentine's Day.

"Oh my god. Avdol, I'm sorry-"

"Don't." He quickly cut you off. "No need to apologize. I understand. Please, just sit down."

You nodded and did as he said. You felt a little more calm, now in the presence of your lover.

You eyed your food, and once you got a nod of acknowledgement from Avdol, you began to eat.

During your relationship, you'd learned quite a few new things about him.. and one of them happened to be the fact that he's a great cook!

Even so, the dish he made for tonight seemed to be curated extra carefully for this special occasion, and it showed.

After you'd finished, he took your hand in his, gently stroking your knuckles. "I couldn't plan anything extravagant, but.. happy Valentine's Day, my love."

"Avdol, this is perfect," you reassured him. "I don't want anything else. Trust me." You squeezed his hand. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too."

If you're wondering.. some of the runner-ups were Polnareff and Gappy !! But I thought Avdol would fit the most. Happy Valentine's, again :)

#first valentine request done !!#this took a few days to write out cuz academics ughh #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jjba matchup #mohammed avdol #jjba avdol #mohammed abdul #jjba abdul

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