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tanookikiss · 3 years

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Paul’s Birthday

Pairing: Tommy x Paul, Gene x Eric. S

Rating: T

Author’s note: So I’ve had this silly little fluffy idea in my head for about a month. I wasn’t sure if I was going to finish it in time, but I have some awesome friends to thank for that. Thank you @ashestoashesvvi for offering me valuable art tips and suggestions for this story.

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Tommy looked forward to all special occasions. He adored gatherings, celebrating milestones with his loved ones. However, there was one special occasion in particular that the guitarist had been prepping for months: Paul’s birthday.

The Spaceman would be the first to admit his infatuation with The Starchild. Who could blame him? Paul was the whole package; smart, sexy, kind, and talented. The two had spent a lot of time together, bonding over their shared love of painting, and Tommy cherished every minute of it. He adored any chance to be with Paul, really, but there was something special and intimate about their art sessions. He had taught Paul a few tips here and there, and Paul took to it like a natural.

Paul wasn’t just painting a canvas; he was baring his soul. His radiant smile sent butterflies a flutter throughout Tommy’s stomach when he mixed his paints. There was a childlike wonder that twinkled within those beautiful chocolate eyes as the brush met the canvas ever so delicately. Paul was soft and vulnerable. It was a side of himself that he shields from the world out of fear and that made Tommy sad. Paul was at his most beautiful whenever he could let go and create. And Tommy was determined to help set him free.

As the party guests were busy mingling in Paul’s living room, Tommy was busy setting up his grand gift display in the art studio. Gene and Eric distracted Paul while Tommy meticulously re-arranged the color palette to be perfect. Nothing was too good for his Paul. He smiled as he observed his display.

“Hey Tommy, if you want any cake you better hurry before Gene monopolizes the sweets table,” Eric announced, walking into the studio with a glass of champagne. “Holy shit! How many cans of paint did you buy!?” he exclaimed, nearly spilling his drink all over the floor.

“Seventy-two,” Tommy replied with pride. “All seventy-two colors of Liquitex Professional Acrylic Paint. It took me weeks to get every single color to complete the collection,” he gestured to the colorful pyramid display in the center of the room.

Eric blinked, completely gobsmacked at the impressive rainbow pyramid before him. “Of all the things you could’ve bought Paul, you spent weeks buying various fingerpaints!”

“This is the highest quality acrylic paint on the market. All of the great artists use this brand. It’s in very high demand!” Tommy blurted out, explaining his reasoning to the skeptic drummer.

Eric squinted his eyes. “Oh yeah? What’s so special about it?”

Tommy carefully pulled a red bottle down from the display. He opened the top to show Eric the buttery red consistency inside. “Each color is uniquely formulated to bring out the brilliance and clarity of the individual pigment. It’s perfect for color mixing.”

Eric still couldn’t see what was so great about this overpriced paint. It looked like regular red paint to him, but he knew Tommy went to a lot of trouble to get it for Paul, and he knew how important it was for his friend, so he tried to be as cordial as he could, “Yeah, that red is…very red,” he smiled, patting Tommy on the back. “I’m sure Paul will love it.”

Tommy smiled back at his friend. “Paul is an artistic genius! He only deserves the best.”

Eric scratched his head while observing Paul’s latest painting titled, “Doors Of Perception” in confusion. “Well, I wouldn’t go that far…I mean, this door looks more like a window!”

“I think it looks like a waffle.”

Tommy and Eric turned their heads to see Gene propped outside the door, munching on his cake.

Tommy shook his head. “You guys aren’t looking deep enough into the emotionally charged compositions. It’s Abstract Art. It’s not supposed to be realistic. The colors and shapes represent aesthetic ideas instead of natural forms.”

Gene and Eric gave each other a puzzled look with arched eyebrows before turning their attention back to their supposedly art connoisseur Spaceman.

“Then how do you explain this one?” Gene asked, pointing his fork to a canvas covered in brown smudges with a hint of blue and green along the edges.

Eric chuckled. “Let me guess…it’s supposed to be a window into the troubled soul of a starving artist,” he overdramatically stated, prompting a deep chuckle out of Gene.

Tommy rolled his eyes. “This one is not finished yet. Paul has been working on this piece for days now.”

Eric blinked. “It took him days to just randomly slap some brown, blue and green onto a canvas!?”

Tommy sighed. He honestly had no idea why he bothered trying to explain Abstract Art to these two unappreciative buffoons.

“Tommy? Are you back here?” Paul asked from outside the door.

In a hurry, Tommy put down the red bottle in the middle of the floor and scrambled to the door just before Paul could set foot into the room.

“Hey Paul,” he asked breathlessly, trying his best to block Paul’s view from his surprise.

Paul cocked his head curiously. “There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you! I thought you left,” he said sadly, twirling a nervous finger around his necklace clasp.

“No! Never! I would never leave you…err… leave the party,” Tommy fumbled, shaking his head. Eric snickered behind him. Tommy resisted the urge to swat at him.

“What are you all doing in my art studio?” Paul asked, noticing Gene and Eric standing behind Tommy.

Before Tommy could speak, Eric blurted out, “Tommy has a surprise for you!”

“Oh!” Paul’s eyes lit up, and there was that joy that Tommy loved so much. “You got me a surprise! You didn’t have to…but I am glad you did,” his grin blossomed into a huge smile, melting Tommy’s heart on the spot.

Paul reached out and grabbed Tommy’s hand, pulling him out of the room. “We’re about to open presents in the living room. I didn’t want to start without you,” he said softly. Tommy blushed and followed Paul’s lead eagerly, ignoring Eric and Gene’s playful taunts the entire way back.

Once inside the living room, everyone gathered around Paul as he opened up his various exquisite gifts from Rolex watches to fine silk bed sheets.

“Alright, this is from Gene,” Paul said, picking up a random present from the table.

“Ha! Oh, this is going to be good,” Eric snorted, smacking his gum loudly. Gene gave Eric a stern look, which the Catman only gave a cheeky smirk in return.

Paul unwrapped the present, only to find a box. He opened the box and saw what looked like a wooden knife block with a knife in it. Paul pulled the knife out, dropping it in horror.

“Ah! What the hell, Gene?”

“What? It’s a Nesmuk! Didn’t you say you wanted one?” Gene crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow.

“Yes, I did, but why the hell is it stained red?” Paul asked in disgust.

Everyone eyed the suspicious red substance all over the knife blade and then looked up at Gene with weirded out expressions.

“What? It’s just strawberry jam. Eric didn’t wash the dishes so I had to use the knife to make a sandwich,” Gene explained casually.

“So, instead of just washing a butter knife yourself you just used the expensive fine German cutting knife?” Eric laughed in between loud gum smacks.

“Uh, yeah, it’s still a utensil!” Gene defended abrasively.

“Well, um, thanks Gene,” Paul said with an obvious forced smile. He then reached for another gift in the pile.

“This one is from Eric,” Paul said, reading the tag.

Eric grinned in excitement as Paul unwrapped his gift.

“It’s a Nick Fouquet hat! By why is it flat?” he pouted, examining the squished black hat with a few dented blue feathers on the side.

“Gene accidentally sat on it,” Eric replied with crossed arms.

Gene merely shrugged as he continued munching on his chocolate cake.

Paul put the hat aside. “We should all head up to my studio. Apparently, Tommy has a marvelous surprise for me that I’m just dying to see,” he grinned at Tommy.

“I wanted to save the best for last,” he whispered in Tommy’s ear, causing the younger man to blush as he led the group up to Paul’s art studio.

Everyone oooh’d and ahhh’d over the beautiful acrylic paint display, but no one was more intrigued than Paul, of course.

“Is this the entire Liquitex Professional Acrylic Paint collection?” Paul asked in awe, circling around the magnificent seventy-two canned pyramid like an excited child on Christmas morning. “You got all of this for me!?”

Tommy couldn’t stop the large grin from spreading across his face even if he wanted to. “Yeah, I sure did.”

Without warning Paul pulled Tommy into a tight loving hug. “Thank you so much, Tommy! I love it!” he cheered, kissing Tommy on the cheek. “He taught me how to paint!” the birthday boy bragged to everyone in the room. Tommy’s cheeks burned hot as he leaned closer into the warm embrace. He wished he could stay in this position with Paul forever.

Breaking away from the hug, Paul still kept his arms around Tommy. “I want to test the colors out on a blank canvas,” he smiled, turning to grab a clean canvas.

As Paul was carrying a large canvas over, Tommy noticed the lone red paint can he had left in the middle of the floor carelessly. Quickly, he rushed over to retrieve the can to prevent Paul from tripping over it, but, unfortunately, Tommy’s foot caught a nearby easel causing him to lose his balance. Everything happened so fast. Before Tommy could get his wits about him, his arms, hands, the floor, and the unfinished painting were covered in red paint.

Surprised gasps filled the room as everyone grew quiet, staring down the clumsy guitarist.

“Nice fall, Grace!” Eric bellowed out loud, breaking the awkward silence.

“Did you have a nice trip?” Gene chimed in, making the already embarrassing situation ten times worse!

Tommy’s face flushed red. “I’m s...so sorry!” He stood up wobbly, looking around for some paper towels. He felt delirious as if he was trapped in some sort of nightmare.

“My painting!” Paul cried out, dropping the new canvas to rush over to inspect the damage done on his precious art work.

That precious glimmer in his eyes had dulled. That beautiful radiant smile had become a frown. That look of disappointment plastered on his face would forever haunt Tommy in his dreams. Several nosy bystanders had snapped out of their trance, rushing over with paper towels to help clean up the mess.

“Paul, I’m sorry,” Tommy’s voice cracked, staring at the other man helplessly.

Paul didn’t even look at him. He just stood motionless, staring at the ruined painting in silence. Tommy couldn’t bear it anymore and rushed off to the nearby bathroom, turning on the water faucet and pumping lots of soap into his hands. With a sad sigh, he scrubbed his hands and arms in the soapy water with fury. He wanted nothing more than to erase the evidence of his great blunder. The bright red paint residue mixed with the white soap had turned into a hideous pinkish color stained onto his skin. Who was he kidding? It would take days for this accursed color to come out. Just another painful daily reminder of how he ruined Paul’s birthday.

Tommy held his head down in shame, feeling completely ashamed and angry at himself for what had happened. He knew Paul had worked hard on that painting. All those relentless hours down the drain and all because of one careless mistake.

Paul knocked on the bathroom door before entering. “Tommy? Are you alright?”

Tommy took a deep breath and faced Paul. “Paul, I’m so sorry I ruined your painting. I just feel awful for what I did.”

“Ruined it?” Paul blinked at him. “You just made it even better.”

Tommy looked over in confusion. He wasn’t expecting that kind of response out of Paul. “What do you mean?”

Paul grinned, putting a plaster tool in Tommy’s hand. “Come on, we both started this, let’s finish it together.”

Tommy followed Paul back into the studio and observed the painting. The red and brown had mixed into a gorgeous burgundy color with hints of blue and green on the edges. The guests were buzzing around the painting like bees to honey, commenting on what a superb color that was. Gene and Eric stood dumbfounded, unable to figure out what everyone was so excited about. Gently, Paul put his hand on Tommy’s hand, guiding the plaster tool onto the canvas. Everyone watched closely as the two men moved like one. In one swift motion they had melded the gorgeous deep reddish colored form into a heart shape.

“Beautiful,” Paul whispered, his eyes surveying the gorgeous masterpiece.

Tommy nodded in agreement. “Beautiful,” he agreed.

Paul looked up to see that Tommy wasn't looking at the painting but at him instead. The two leaned in closer, sharing a gentle kiss.

~There are no mistakes, only happy accidents~ Bob Ross

#tanookikiss #kiss fanfiction #fanfiction #fluff #oneshot #SpaceChild #DemonCat #tommy x paul #Gene x Eric S

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himikiyo · 3 years

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kerosene lemonade // himikiyo week day 4

Himikiyo Week Day 4: Soulmates + Enemies

“Oh my, I suppose you’ve caught me, haven’t you?” Shinguuji asks languidly, gazing up at her. “But what will you do now with me at your mercy?”

The group decides that Korekiyo, a known murderer, can't be allowed to move freely around the academy. Himiko ends up as their guard.

Read on AO3, DRA, or under the cut.

“We aren’t trying to be cruel,” Himiko says weakly, head pounding from the frustration of having had this same conversation several times already. “It’s not like that. It’s just for everyone’s safety.”

“Hmm, is that so?” Shinguuji responds, just as she expected. Just as they had all the previous times. “Or is it just what you’re attempting to convince yourselves of? From an outsider’s perspective, I wouldn’t call your actions anything resembling merciful. Particularly not Momota-kun and Iruma-san’s.” They shift slightly and wince at the movement. Himiko can’t say for certain whether it’s staged.

“I...I don’t agree with the way they did things, but...” She trails off, hands subconsciously bunching into fists at her sides. The tension is unbearable, and she can’t entirely figure out why yet.

Shinguuji breaks the pattern. In their earlier conversations, they goaded her further, trying to coax out a slip of the tongue or contradiction in her views. Now, they don’t respond verbally at all, bringing a hand to their side. They look at her, eyes cold and calculating. Trying to guess at her reaction? They must be satisfied with what they find, because they tear their gaze away from her. A bandaged hand hitches up their jacket and shirt just enough to inspect a truly nasty bruise blooming along their side.

It’s more of a contusion, really, already a sickly, mottled pattern of black and blue despite being less than a day old. It’s hard to be sure without getting closer, but she can almost make out a bootprint. She must make a sound without meaning to, a gasp or similar, because their eyes immediately shoot over to her again and they rearrange their clothes to hide the injury.

“Am I restricted from whatever passes for medical care in this place?” they ask, voice deadly sharp.

“Wh— Of course not,” she insists. “I keep telling you, it’s not like that. Not for me anyway. The only reason I volunteered to be the one watching you in the first place was—” She cuts herself off, looking away.

“Was what?”

She didn’t (still doesn’t) want something like that to happen again. Iruma kicking them, Momota getting in a good punch. No matter what Shinguuji did, that kind of thing isn’t warranted. Not if they have any desire to keep the moral high ground. She doesn’t say that though, reticent to admit to anything that could be interpreted as fondness for them.

“No one’s stopping you from taking care of it,” she mutters instead. “Do you want ice?”

“You aren’t afraid I might find a way to escape while you’re gone?” They bat their eyelashes in mocking innocence, seemingly exchanging the spitefulness for that. Ever since the trial, their behavior is far more unpredictable than before. Whether they are unable or simply unwilling to rein themselves in again, it’s hard for her to say.

“You know what’ll happen if you do.” She doesn’t take pleasure in threatening them, but it’s the truth. The rest of their surviving classmates would gladly heap more intense forms of punishment on them if given half a chance, save perhaps Gonta.

“Only if I’m found.”

“You think you’ll be able to hide forever? I doubt it.” She doesn’t realize exactly what she said until they point it out.

“Forever, hm? Does that mean you’ve given up on any hope of us escaping this place?”

“I...I don’t know. That’s not the point.”

“Then would you be so kind as to clarify what the point is, if not that?” Their hand cups their cheek in a familiar gesture, though something about it seems to be done more gingerly than usual. That would make sense. Momota punched them pretty hard.

“The point is you aren’t going to figure out a way to sneak out when I’m not looking. Right?”

The way they slump against their desk slightly is, she figures, the closest to agreement she’s going to get.

She nods despite the lack of response, double checking her pocket for the key before stepping out. Iruma had been the one to modify their door to be lockable from the outside, allowing them to be imprisoned in their own dorm room. As the one on watch, so to speak, Himiko has custody of the key, control over their ability to participate in the miniature society the rest of the academy has become.

She doesn’t like having that much control over them, she realizes. Something about it is tantalizing and sickening all at once.

By the time she gets back with an ice pack, painkillers, and a nighttime snack, Shinguuji has moved from the desk to the bed and no farther. They barely look up when she enters, displaying no desire to pull any tricks like forcing their way through while the door is open. Her stomach twists.

“I brought the ice,” she says uselessly, setting everything down on the edge of the desk before backing away. She doesn’t dare get too close to the bed, like there’s a force field keeping her away.

“More than that, it seems.” Their eyes track her movement, stopping on the plate of food. It isn’t much, just what she could grab in the last moments before the dining hall closed for the night. Hardly anyone had dinner after the trial — no appetite.

“It’s nothing,” she mumbles. “I thought you might be hungry.”

Shinguuji’s hand drifts up in the direction of their face, then pauses.

“Your hospitality is appreciated. However, I think it’s time for you to go get some sleep, yes? Surely our friends,” and she thinks they put a special emphasis on that word just to get under her skin, “don’t expect you to watch over me all night.”

They expect exactly that, actually, but Himiko can tell what they’re trying to say. She can see the way their fingers hover near the edge of their mask. They weren’t executed, but they killed Chabashira all the same. They bragged about all the other girls they killed before, the ones they hope to kill in the future. They included her. There’s no reason to show them mercy.

“You’re right,” she says. “I’m feeling kind of tired.”

“Good night, Yumeno-san.”

---

She volunteers to supervise them again the next day, acquiescing to only a few hours off in the morning before going right back to guard duty in the afternoon. The others assume that her desire to take on this work is to avenge Chabashira. She doesn’t correct them.

A night’s rest has done nothing positive for Shinguuji’s demeanor. If anything, they seem even more unhinged in the daylight, every bit the part of someone who committed murder barely 24 hours ago.

“Hey,” she says as she lets herself in, hoping the lackluster greeting does a little to mitigate the surprise. Maybe she should have knocked first even though they can’t actually let her in.

“Back so soon?” They chuckle. It takes half a second of observing the twisted smile that accompanies it for her to process the fact that their mask is pulled down around their neck. Have they forgotten, or are they newly okay with exposing their face around her so casually?

“Are you disappointed?”

“On the contrary, I’m quite pleased. It’s good to know my cherished classmates haven’t yet decided to just let me rot. I wonder who would be considered the blackened if I starved to death in my room...” Getting up from where they’ve been lounging on their bed, they make their way closer to her, backing her up toward the wall. “Perhaps it would be you, as the last one who locked me in.”

“Wait, nobody gave you breakfast? Or lunch?” She’ll deny it later, but maybe she does feel their hand brushing along her side, slipping into her pocket.

“No, no one came,” they say, almost mournful. Then they back off and twirl the key between their fingers, letting the light glint off the metal just for show. “It’s quite alright. I can get it myself.”

“Wh— No! Give that back!” Himiko closes the distance between them, grabbing for the key, but misses. Shinguuji just raises their hand straight up, lifting the key out of her reach comically easily. She jumps, misses, and then grabs at their arm, trying to wrench it downward.

She’s terribly weak. They resist easily, moving in the direction of the door all the while.

“Mm, I don’t believe I will. Maybe next time you’ll be more careful.”

“You can’t just leave,” she insists. “I won’t let you.” She can’t allow it, both for everyone’s safety and for her own reputation. Protecting them in private is one thing. Bungling the one major responsibility she’s been entrusted with would be quite another. Shinguuji won’t be swayed by that argument though, that much is obvious. So she does the next best thing. She tries to tackle them.

Despite being at a major disadvantage in both strength and size, the suddenness of her throwing herself at them (and perhaps the fact that they’ve hardly eaten anything in over a day) is enough to make them stumble, scrambling to regain their balance. With an unceremonious crash, they both go down in a tangle of limbs, toppling the desk chair as well.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing?” they ask, sounding calmer than she might have expected.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m stopping you from escaping.” Once again, she makes a grab for the key before they can get up. To her surprise, they don’t put up much of a fight, letting her snatch it from their hand. Clenching it tight in her hand for fear they’ll just try to take it back again, she finally has a chance to catch her breath.

“Oh my, I suppose you’ve caught me, haven’t you?” Shinguuji asks languidly, gazing up at her. “But what will you do now with me at your mercy?” She’s close enough to see the smudged mascara under their eyes, like they didn’t bother taking off last night’s makeup before putting on more. Their lipstick is a bit smudged too, right at the corner, but the bruise at their jaw is more dramatically eye-catching. It’s that odd moment of calm that allows her to finally realize how the situation looks.

Shinguuji is sprawled out on the floor, hair in their face and fanned out around them. The bandages are coming loose around the hand she took the key from, and the way they’re looking at her is somehow lazy and dangerous all at once. She’s still half on top of them, straddling them from her ill-advised attempt at a tackle. One hand still clutching the key and the other braced against the floor, she isn’t technically sitting on their lap, but only barely.

As she looks down, she tells herself she’s inspecting the bruise on their face, but really, her gaze is lingering on their lips, reveling in how soft and kissable they look. Even the act of allowing her to look feels so intimate.

It would be so easy to lean in, and she starts to do so, compelled by forces beyond her control. She doesn’t think about their contentious relationship or about the fact that Shinguuji is technically her prisoner. All she thinks about is the crackling tension between them, the way their hand has moved up to rest at her waist, and how wonderful it would feel to kiss them.

Before she can get far though, their voice cuts through the daze.

“You have no answer then?” The question doesn’t make sense to her at first, but with a moment’s thought, she’s able to remember that she didn’t answer them before. They asked what she was going to do now. Despite forgetting to reply verbally, she thinks her actions must have been answer enough. Based on the look they give her, she thinks they agree and merely want to force a response anyway. Just to embarrass her, or for some other reason? She doesn’t know.

“You were never at my mercy,” she says eventually. “I just wanted the key.” She really is sitting on their lap now — when that happened, she isn’t entirely sure. Their faces are still so close too, and yet she can’t bring herself to pull away.

“A compelling answer. I can’t say I agree, but it wouldn’t be half as interesting if I did.” There’s still a slight smile on their face, and the hand against her side makes no attempt to push her off.

They both feel it at the same moment, the entire atmosphere shifting slightly. Himiko nods, unsteadily getting up.

“I’ll make sure someone brings you dinner.”

When she leaves, they’re still on the floor.

---

As she promised, she brings up the issue of Shinguuji’s meals with the rest of the group. It doesn’t matter that a couple of missed meals here and there aren’t enough to kill them — denying them food is inhumane.

Momota is the one to bring them dinner; she watches until he opens the door, just to make sure he really delivers it.

She isn’t assigned another shift with them today, technically, but she drops by late at night anyway, after everyone else should be in their rooms. It’s a moment of weakness, a guilty sort of indulgence. She lets herself in expecting the same sort of behavior as earlier, perhaps with a bit of awkwardness about the intimate moment they shared. She doesn’t expect to see them handcuffed.

“What’s this about?” she asks aloud, brow furrowing in concern. Unless someone else snuck in, this could only have been Momota’s doing. But why?

Shinguuji sneers at her from behind their mask.

“Momota-kun seems to be under the impression that I’m misbehaving. Filling your head with all the wrong ideas and trying to turn you against the rest of the group. How these,” and they lift their hands to indicate the cuffs, “are meant to have anything to do with me talking, I’m unsure, but he never does much critical thinking, does he? I do wonder what you said to him to give that impression though.”

“Huh? I didn’t say anything to him like that.”

“Then are you suggesting he merely came up with the idea on his own?”

“I don’t know! He must have, because I...the only thing I said was that it was wrong of them not to feed you.”

“And there it is. I wasn’t supposed to complain about that, it seems.”

Himiko’s head hurts. All of this is so incomprehensible and unfair. No matter what she does, she ends up disappointing everyone. If Momota really thinks Shinguuji is corrupting her somehow, it’s only a matter of time before no one trusts her, and now Shinguuji themself is upset with her too.

“But you weren’t complaining, I asked you.”

“The others don’t see it that way,” they answer simply. “You must have realized by now that they hardly even see me as human. They will do everything in their power to demonize me, even if it doesn’t make sense. That’s how they preserve their worldview. It’s now impossible for me to have any motivation other than killing. Foolish. If I intended to strike again while trapped here, they haven’t done nearly enough to prevent it. Nobody even bothered to search this room for weapons.” Shinguuji laughs then, turning her blood to ice water. “Even handcuffed like this, I could still kill you if I wanted to.”

Just like that, with no warning at all, they lunge at her. Startled (and yes, maybe a little afraid for just a moment that they really intend to hurt her), a shriek escapes her throat, but it’s only half a second before their hand is covering her mouth, silencing her.

“No, no, none of that,” they croon, pulling their hands away again. “Wouldn’t want anyone else to interfere, would we? I’m still uncertain just how strong the soundproofing is.”

Boneless and shaky from the sudden fright, she can’t help but sag against them, trying to regain her bearings. The fabric of their mask brushes her neck, betraying just how close they really are.

“Right,” she mumbles absently, though none of this makes any sense at all.

“What do you think?” they ask softly. “Shall I try it?”

“Uh, no, I’d rather you didn’t.” Her voice is weak, tremulous. She doesn’t really think they will, and yet...

They laugh again, supporting her body against their own.

“Luckily, I wasn’t planning on it. How about I teach you to pick the lock on these cuffs instead?”

---

Completely (mostly) unintentionally, a routine is established over the next few days. They still tease and taunt — if anything, they’re getting more overt about that — but there’s an intimate, almost seductive undertone to it that wasn’t there before. It isn’t enough to needle her about the others’ behaviors and how unfair they consider their imprisonment to be. They have to fluster her in other ways too as they do it.

One of the most noticeable changes is that they no longer stray away from physical contact. They don’t go out of their way to initiate necessarily, but if she gets too close, they jump on the opportunity without hesitation.

“Why is it exactly that you like coming here so much?” they ask her, arms coiling around her waist to pull her closer until she tips onto their lap. “And after I’ve made it abundantly clear how easy it would be for me to kill you too.” It would be even easier now than the first time they taunted her about it, since the handcuffs thankfully hadn’t made a reappearance yet.

“Does it matter why?” she replies, not even pretending to struggle against their grip. “I’d think you’d just be happy that I do.”

“Perhaps it’s that you enjoy watching me.” The tone in which they say that makes her blush, even without getting a look at their expression. “You all look down on me for what I do in the name of my mission, but you take pleasure in keeping me locked up in this room, controlling every part of my day. If anything, I would think that would make me the merciful one. I don’t cause my victims to suffer any longer than necessary.”

“Me coming here has nothing to do with liking the fact that you’re locked up,” she argues, trying to ignore how closely they’re cuddling her, uncovered lips brushing against her neck. She already knows she’ll have to be careful when she leaves — Saihara almost saw the lipstick marks the day before. “This isn’t some kind of power fantasy.”

“No?” Shinguuji nuzzles against her, somehow managing to weave aggression into such a sappy, affectionate gesture.

“No. What you did was bad, obviously, but I don’t see what this is supposed to accomplish. If you...if you killed someone again, you’d get caught and executed for sure, so there’s no reason for you to want to hurt anyone. Right?”

“If I agree with you on that, will you be persuaded to let me out?” They kiss her neck again. Now that she knows the reality is even better than her imagination, it’s hard to resist the urge to turn and kiss them properly.

“I can’t. What do you even think would happen? I let you out and then what, everyone else suddenly decides it’s okay?”

“Not okay, exactly, but not worth the bother of apprehending me again. I certainly wouldn’t go quietly.”

She hates it when they sound so reasonable. It makes it so much more difficult not to give in to their cajoling. Cajoling that often turns to something on the verge of outright begging, as they seem to be gearing up for now. As recently as a week ago, Himiko never would have pictured Shinguuji Korekiyo as someone willing to stoop to begging for any reason. Amazing how quickly things could change.

“I think it’s better if I just keep trying to convince everyone to lighten up.” She finally gives in to the kisses. threading her fingers through their silky hair. The bruise on their jaw (as well as the one on their side) is finally beginning to heal, but is still plenty visible for the time being, a reminder of exactly what they’re up against.

“Everything would be far more entertaining if I was free,” they urge softly, drawing back just enough to speak. “We could have much more fun together. We can work on escaping this academy together. That’s what you want, yes?”

“I...” She falters.

“We could make it happen, the two of us. All you have to do is let me out.”

“How do I even know any of this is genuine?” she asks, finally putting voice to one of the things that’s been troubling her most since this began. “I mean, you’ve basically said yourself plenty of times that you’re toying with me. Once there’s nothing you want from me, how do I know you’ll care at all about escaping together or anything else?”

Shinguuji is quiet for a long while. At first she thinks that she hit the nail on the head and they simply can’t deny the truth. But they haven’t made any move to nudge her off their lap, nor anything else that would indicate an end to the intimacy that had gradually become routine. Finally, they speak.

“I suppose there’s no way to know that for certain. That’s part of the beauty of human relationships. No matter what assurances you receive or how much trust you possess, it’s impossible to ever know with complete certainty that someone will not betray you. Sometimes your trust is misplaced, and that ugliness and sorrow is part of what makes life worth experiencing.”

“That’s unexpectedly deep,” she quips, trying to buy time while she considers how she actually feels about all that. “It’s been a while since you’ve gone on one of your anthropology lectures.”

“I didn’t realize you were interested in them. That’s another thing we could do more of if you decide to let me out, my dear?”

She stifles a gasp at the unexpected term of endearment, face reddening when she realizes that shocked reaction is exactly what they were trying to get out of her.

“Ugh, you’re so persistent. It really is a pain.”

They shrug. “I have little else to occupy my time, so continuing to wear down your defenses is a worthwhile effort. At the very least, you could bring me some documents from my research lab to make my time away from you less tedious.”

“I can do that,” she agrees, offering a small smile when she meets their eyes. “And it’s not that I want you to stay stuck in here. I just...need to think about the best way to do things. Because I want to get out of here together too.”

“Perhaps Momota-kun was right all along. Maybe I did corrupt you.”

She laughs, already leaning in for another kiss. “Or maybe you just didn’t realize how interested I already was.”

#danganronpa #himikiyo #himikiyoweek2021 #himiko yumeno #korekiyo shinguji #drv3 #shinguji korekiyo #yumeno himiko

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theotakulifechoseme · 3 years

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The marriage alphabet for Hendrickson? Hopefully that’s not too much, thanks!

I’m having a lot of fun with these alphabets HEEHEEHEE!

A-About, what about you made them want to marry you?

Your forgiving and nurturing nature. You are just like a druid in the way that you respect nature and he loves that about you.

B-Baby, would they want kids with you as soon as possible?

Yes. Hendrickson basically helped to raise Griamore, Gilthunder, and Howzer, so he will want kids as soon as possible.

C-Celebration, how would they celebrate your anniversaries?

Hendrickson is a hopeless romantic. He would make you dinner and make sure that everyone else stays away so that he can make you feel just as loved as you make him feel.

D-Divorce, how would they handle if you wanted a divorce? What caused it?

His self loathing is what caused it. This absolutely destroys him. He wants nothing more than to be worthy of you and to him he has failed and there was no saving it.

E-Earnest, are they serious about your marriage? Or can they be a little immature about it?

Hendrickson takes your relationship very serious. He is never immature about it because he takes this as serious as his job as a Holy Knight.

F- Favorite, what was your favorite things before and after you got married to each other?

Favorite thing before and after you got married is Hendy’s inability to resist Honey. You have to hide it to keep him out of the honey jar, but if this man gets a whiff of it you have no hope to keep it secret. Sometimes you even buy some just so that you can watch him get sticky from the mess he makes.

G-Giving, do they spoil you?

Hendrickson is sure to spoil you. Flowers, poems, dresses, surprise date nights. You name it. He spoils you rotten and often times you pitty the other women around you whose husband’s don’t treat them with the same respect and reverence.

H-Honeymoon, what did you two do for your honeymoon?

Hendrickson is first and foremost a druid. Even though he was cast out he is still a druid of nature. A honeymoon in the forest with a cliff outlook to the sea was something you never thought you would want to do, but being pulled by the waves on the cliff face would put you to sleep in an instant, that is, after you two had your fun.

I-Invest, how much do they contribute to your marriage?

Hendrickson put everything into your marriage. He still does. You, not expecting this at first, were shocked. Though once the shock wore off you put equal amount of effort into your marriage. The only time he doesn’t put in effort is when he is training your children to be holy knights. You can understand though. This is what will keep them safe.

J-Jealous, do they still get jealous even though you’re completely theirs?

Yes. Hendrickson is very much the jealous type. Part of this stems from. His fear that you will realize that the things that he has done cannot be atoned for and he will always be the monster he thinks he is.

K-Kiss, how often would you two kiss? Do you still have that spark?

Hendrickson is big on formality. He will not kiss you in public. He does love to kiss you when you are home though. Good morning kisses are a must. Goodnight kisses are never missed. Kisses are also always given to you in tandem with thank yous.

L-Live, where would you two settle down at?

You live in Lioness, though you both would like to move to live in the same forest that you had your honeymoon in.

M-Make, do they still make your heart flutter after years of marriage?

The one thing that makes your heart flutter is his soft kisses on the back of your hand. He is such a gentleman that it makes your heart skip a beat every single time.

N-Never, what is something they would never do?

He would never raise his voice to you. Even when you have your days, and that one time that you screamed at him that he didn’t love you the way he said he did while you were pregnant with your first child, he never and will never raise his voice at you.

O-Opportunity, do you two still get the opportunity to be intimate with one another?

Drefus is always there to lend a hand, just as Hendrickson was there to lend a hand to him. Uncle Drefus will always take the kids so that you two can have some alone time. If it isn’t Drefus it’s Meliodas who will let you guys get in some alone time. Though you are pretty sure he is racking up some debt so that he will have that time later on.

P-Pet names, what pet names do you two give each other?

You always call him Darling, and Hendy always calls you My Heart. You find it adorable and you will never stop.

Q-Quiet, do you two keep quiet about your marriage? Or do you always brag about one another?

No, you always brag about each other. You know he brags about you to the guys and equally you find yourself bragging to all of your female friends about how wonderful of a husband he is.

R-Romance, how do you two keep your romance alive?

With how spoiled you are and how much you both put into your marriage there is no short supply of romance in your marriage. Late night walks in Lioness, star gazing, and the trips to town festivals.

S-Selfie, would they take multiple pictures of you? Would they save them on their phone?

If he had a phone, yes he would. He does love to have portraits made, especially of you two and his whole family.

T-Teenagers, do you still act like teens when you’re older?

No. You might act silly every once and a while, but you don’t act like teenagers.

U-Unrelenting, what hasn’t stopped since you two got married?

He is always the one to make breakfast every morning. Normally you are a late riser, or at least later than he is. So you find that you are served breakfast every morning.

V-Valentine’s Day, what plans do you two make?

It’s always a surprise for you. Sometimes you two spend it alone and others you spend it on a short vacation from the Holy Knights.

W-Wedding, what was your wedding like?

Small, with only Hendrickson’s close friends and yours. You find that you liked the small wedding and that even though it was small his vows to you were the most amazing words that you will never forget.

X-X-Ray, can you two see through each other? Can you see when you’re lying or not?

Hendrickson can always tell when you are upset, but lying? You don’t normally lie to each other. The only thing you lie about is when you two have surprises for each other and you two have gotten so good at it, it is like second nature. You can keep these secrets from each other easy as pie.

Y-Yearly Tradition, what do you two do every year for your wedding anniversary?

Being a druid Hendy is big on traditions. You find that he always serves you breakfast in bed, You’ll god out to spend the day together and follow everything up by going out to dinner before you two go to the castle baths before some fun time.

Z-Zesty, Give me your own zesty letters!

Good morning My Heart,

Breakfast is on the table, I’m sorry I had to leave so early for a training mission with the younger Holy Knights Apprentices but duty is duty. I have put the laundry out to dry since it is going to be a nice out. Why don:t you take your free time to finish that book you were enjoying?

The balcony is lit perfectly at noon and you have been desperately trying to find time to finish it. The only thing I ask of you is for you to tell me how it finished when I return.

I’ll cherish you forever,

Hendrickson

#Annonymously Dead #Answered From A Coffin #SenpaiStar #Nanatsu No Taizai #Seven Deadly Sins #Hendrickson #Hendy #Marriage Alphabet #Headcannon #Anonymous #SFW

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madlymiho · 4 years

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Hoping my scenario makes the narrow finals!! Ace's former marine love got pregnant from her first sexual encounter with Ace and two years after their training, it is time for reuniting! Their toddler is sooooo eager to meet their father that they try to go right out and find him! Thanks for taking these requests, Miho!!!

Awwwwwww here it comes!!! The cutest moment of this world!! 😭❤️❤️❤️ A rollercoaster of emotions to finally reach this AMAZING TIME 🔥❤️ I’m so glad I met you, my friend. It has been a long and wonderful journey

Since we discussed about it, the little toddler will have a gender, and it’s a girl! 😤💖

Words : 2420

Ace scenario : The moment I became a whole (read after the cut)

His heart is wrenching inside his chest, while he’s looking at the horizon. He has never been so nervous in his entire life. Not even when his crew has been defeated by Whitebeard. Not even when he took the sea at the age of seventeen. Not even when he was on that scaffold, his life about to be ended by the marines. No, he has never felt this way. Perhaps it’s because it’s been two years since he didn’t see her. Two years without a single letters, nor a single phone call. Two years living with the everlasting fear that their passion would be gone for good ; something belonging to the past. They are young after all, barely twenty two years old. At this particular age, there’s nothing to bond you forever to the other one. Ace pinches his lips together, and watches Amazon Lily’s island becoming bigger and bigger, as his ship is about to anchor there.

“Oï Ace, look at this!” Luffy brags while he blows in his hand, creating for the thousand time a gigantic bicep. “It’s really cool!”

“Shut it, Luffy.” Ace rolls his eyes, while he sighs, looking at the cliff just above the natural arbor.

Two years ago, he was with her, right there, still shocked and injured after what happened in Marineford. They made love for the very first time of their life, both of them finally forgetting the many obstacles between their hearts. Ace has cherished that moment every day since he left Amazon Lily, sailing with his young brother to that wild island where the both of them trained harshly until today.

“Do you think she’s still there?” Luffy suddenly asks, right beside Ace, as he doesn’t know he just surprised his elder brother.

“Who?” Ace frowns. With Luffy, there are always so many possibilities.

Luffy chuckles and throws to Ace a playful stare, while he jumps on the barrier of the deck and starts to walk on it.

“The girl who saved your ass, idiot! You love her, don’t you?”

Ace wants to punch his little brother right in the nose, but he’s terrified to answer this question. He doesn’t know. She lost everything during that battle, two years ago, but he can’t tell if she waited for him. Perhaps the marines took her away, when he wasn’t here to defend her. Perhaps she also decided to disappear, too ashamed to face him the day he would be back.

“I don’t know, Luffy. She might be gone,” Ace answers bitterly, swallowing his spit. “She has no reason to wait anyway,”

“Mmmh…,” Luffy closes his eyes, patting his chin. “I think she’s there. She’s your nakama, or sort of.” He shrugs while he jumps back on the deck and starts to exercice, easily distracted by his own mind.

“Yeah, sort of…,” Ace adds for himself, feeling his heartbeat getting erratic as the boat is now really close to the shore.

***

When Ace jumps off the boat, he immediately recognizes and appreciates the general atmosphere of Amazon Lily. The arbor is pretty busy at this time of the day, and Luffy is already lost in the alleys, begging for food, not even paying attention to the rest of the world. Ace chuckles and pushes his hat down on his hair, looking around to see if he spots any familiar faces. The capital of the island isn’t so far, and perhaps that a few warriors under the orders of the empress are here to shop for her. He puts his bundle on his shoulders and starts to walk, looking around to see if he can see anyone, but especially her. After all, the purpose of this visit is to find her lover ; at least for him. The real goal of this mission is for Luffy to thanks Boa Hancock, and for the two of them to get back to Sabaody and meet the rest of the Straw Hat.

“Oh…,” Ace stops walking while he feels something grab his ankle. He looks down to notice a little toddler gripping his boot. “Hey little one, are you lost?”

Behind dark locks, two curious brown eyes are watching him, absolutely hypnotized by his features. Ace can’t help but smile to the little girl, squatting down to have a better look on her round and chubby face. She’s really adorable.

“Are you alright?” He tries again, his voice soft and reassuring.

He has always loved kids, he can’t deny it. And this one looks particularly gorgeous. As an answer, she only extends her hands up in the air, closing and opening them while she gives him the purest smile ever.

“Up!” She orders with her baby voice, and a soft giggle escaping from her throat.

Ace chuckles and tousles her raven hair, before he eventually accepts her request, and picks her up in his arms. As he straightened himself up, he feels her tiny fingers exploring his face, gently grasping his nose and skimming his cheek. It makes him laughs softly, while he notices the many freckles on her pale skin.

“Young lady, are you trying to seduce me?” Ace winks, as the little girl muffles another happy giggle.

“Funny!” She says as her hands fall down on his neck, pulling on the rope of his hat. “Papa funny!”

Ace is a little bit surprised by her statement, feeling embarrassed. He shakes his head and smiles tenderly.

“I’m not your papa, young lady,” he says as he changes her position on his arm, so she can have a proper seat. “But I can help you finding him? Or maybe your mama?”

“Mama!” The toddler positively shouts, her eyes enlightening by the thought of her mother.

Ace sighs, as he starts to walk in the alley, where numerous merchants are selling their products. Perhaps her father is somewhere there? He doesn’t remember seeing someone with freckles among the Amazonians, but there’s still the possibility that the person he’s looking for works on this market. She seems too young to be on her own anyway. He decides that he just needs to ask to the different persons here, and eventually, someone will recognize this little girl.

“Excuse-me!” He calls out to the first merchant. “Do you know who’s she? And where could be her father, or mother?”

The merchant blinks several times, looking at Ace, then at the little girl, while she’s laughing blissfully within his arms.

“I’m not here to play game, Fire Fist…” The merchant answers before he rolls his eyes and turns his back to disappear behind a ripped curtain. Ace tries to call him a few times, but nothing. He tries to another merchant, and another one, but all of them seem pretty hostile and busy, and none of them would give him a proper answer.

“Papa funny…,” the little girl cooes, hiding her nose in the crook of his neck.

Ace continues his researches for at least half a hour, as he starts to feel slightly afraid for this little toddler. Why does he feel that no one take him seriously? He heard many giggles when he asked his questions, and it seemed that all of them knew the girl. After a moment, slightly upset with the whole situation, and the precious time he’s losing, he decides to take a break, as he seats on a barrel and secures the girl on his lap. She immediately pushes her back against his belly, sucking on her thumb, continuing to give him lovely smiles. Ace can’t help but play with her hair, before he exhales loudly. She seems young, but perhaps she would be able to describe her mother? Or her father?

“Tell me, sweetie,” he starts while he cups her jawline and lifts her chin up. “How’s your mama?”

“Fine!” The girl nods as she swings her feet. “Mama is okay!”

Ace giggles and shakes his head.

“No, I mean… Can you describe her physically? Can you tell me how she looks like?”

The little girl frowns, visibility concentrated. She looks at her hands for a second, playing with her pants, before she eventually looks back at Ace with a radiant face.

“Mama is pretty!”

Ace widens his eyes before he massages his forehead, unable to scold such an adorable child for her more than honest answer. She’s trying her best to describe her mother, but all she can think about is that she’s a beautiful woman. And there are a lot of women on Amazon Lily. But since he can’t stay with her forever, Ace starts again.

“Sweetheart, can you describe your papa, now?”

Hopefully, she will understand… Again, she frowns, looking at him with curious and lost eyes, before she tilts her head and points at him with her index.

“Papa.” She just answers, blinking.

“I’m not your papa,” Ace shakes his head, as he puts his back against the wall. “It’s not a game, sweetheart. You have to tell me where are your parents, because I need to go.”

“Go?”

Ace immediately regrets his sentence. The eyes of the toddler are now full of tears, her bottom lip trembling dangerously. Before he can do anything, she turns into an impressive human waterfall, heavy tears falling on her cheeks, her screams desperate and full of pain.

“No, no, no! Don’t cry!” Ace gasps as he pulls her against his chest and rocks her gently. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to hurt you… But you need to understand that I can’t stay…”

“Stay! Stay!” She desperately cries, her little fingers gripping his skin, she’s now inconsolable.

What can he do, now? He tries his best to rock her, but it seems that his words have a real impact on her heart. Perhaps her papa abandoned her? Maybe she’s an orphan? So many questions travel through Ace’s mind. He’s so busy trying to comfort her that he doesn’t notice the silhouette walking in their direction. As the little girl is still a crying mess, a young woman is now standing in front of them, her own heart about to fall in her guts.

“Ace?”

It feels like time stops itself, her soft voice echoing into his soul. Even the little girl immediately stops her cryings, sniffing while she looks up and extends her arm in the direction of the woman standing in front of them. Ace can’t even think anymore. He can’t believe it. It’s her.

“Mama! Mama! Look!” The toddler happily wiggles on Ace’s lap, as the woman bends down to pick her up and kisses her cheek.

Ace doesn’t process at all. He’s all numb, mouth slightly open, his eyes travelling from her lover face to the toddler’s one. Mama.

“Name…,” Ace finally whispers, getting back on his feet as if he has been struck by an electric salvo. “Name, it’s you!”

He wants to hug her, kiss her, to feel her skin again, and have her smell in his nose. To be able to cup her waist and make love to her, but every of his muscle doesn’t move. All he can think about is the fact that she’s carrying a little girl.

“It’s been a while…,” she says, breathless, her eyes a bit shifty. “I was expecting your return…,”

“Mama, look!” The toddler wiggles between her arms, pointing at Ace.

Ace feels his heart wrenching hard. Is it… Really too late? After all, he shouldn’t be surprised. She’s a beautiful girl, fierce and intelligent. It’s perfectly normal that many men want to have her by their side and have a family with her. Yet, for Ace, it feels that he’s being stabbed by thousand knives. He swallows his spit, looking at the ground for a moment, pushing on the edge of his hat to cover a bit more his eyes. He’s so pitiful ; he’s about to cry.

“I should go,” Ace whispers harshly, unable to stay anymore. His heart is broken in many pieces. “It was nice to see you again, Name...”

“Mama, why papa is playing again?” The toddler says loudly, as Ace is about to turn his feet and leave them.

“He...He doesn’t know who you are, sweetie…,” She answers shyly. “Not yet…”

Ace feels his whole world spinning. He looks up, frowning. What is she trying to say right now?

“He doesn’t know that he’s your father yet…” She continues, trembling. “I was supposed to tell him today, but someone decided to run away!”

She turns her head to look at the mischievous eyes of her daughter. The little one only giggles and kisses her mother’s cheek.

“It’s...It’s real?” Ace stutters, making a step forwards. He fights the need to throw up, the surprise kicking his guts. “She’s…”

Name nods slowly.

“Her name is *name*, she’s your daughter.” She pauses, then exhales. “I can’t believe you thought it could be someone else’s child she looks just like you!” She snaps, her impetuous character coming back to the light.

Ace chuckles, still processing, yet, he closes the distance between the two of them. As he looks at his daughter, he can see how much she’s the spitting image of him. Same eyes, same hair, same freckles.

“So… I’m your papa?” Ace asks, still hesitant.

The little toddler just throws herself inside his arms, peppering his neck and jawline with tender kisses.

“Yes! Yes, you papa!” Name chirps, “Mama showed me photo of papa!”

Ace closes his eyes as he hugs her tightly, feeling the tender digits of his lover skimming his arm.

“I showed her your bounty poster months ago. She wanted to meet you so eagerly, I couldn’t prevent her from escaping. She’s a real wild fire…”

Ace looks at the features of his lover, and slowly, he rolls his free arms around her waist, pulling her against his torso. For a second, he only sees the beautiful complexion of the women he loves, before he bends down and steals a hungry kiss, his thumb caressing her back. He feels so many emotions right now, and he can’t even pick one. They slowly part their lips, bliss surrounding the three of them.

“Ace!” A voice calls from the end of the street. “Aceeee!”

Ace notices his little brother running to them, a bright smile blooming on his lips. He waves at him, tears of happiness falling on his cheeks.

“Luffy!” Ace shouts at the top of his voice. “Luffy, come here! I need to present you someone important…”

#one piece scenario #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #portgas d. ace #portgas d ace #ace one piece #ace x reader #one piece hcs #one piece hc #one piece scenarios #fluffy scenario #they are family now #fluffy #takethethirdoption

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xnovamore · 4 years

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My part of the @ft-fairyexchanges Ftlgbtales Happy Holigays Exchange 2019. This is for @eilynn-arts your request mentioned Lolita styled dresses and flowers so I took that and ran with it. I hope you like it! (also I didn’t know if you have an ao3 account but if you do please let me know me, I’d love to gift it to you on there as well)

Happy Holigays 2019

Pairing: Lucy x Juvia

Word count: 2553

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On the outside, she was sure she had the tough guise of the almost S-class rain woman whenever dealing with the other mage. Her stern glare and annoyed mask firmly in place as she brought her face closer and closer to the one stirring up unspeakable emotions within her. But on the inside, her heart was beating a mile a minute each step she took closer to Lucy’s.

Lucy Heartfilia, the bubbly blonde menace to society that was surely going to be the death of Juvia.

You see, Juvia did not handle crushes well…even she can admit that. And it didn’t help that Juvia crushed easily, always looking for someone to form a connection, a bond with. Someone she could love and cherish for all time and whom would give her those same feelings of passion right back. It was something she crazed desperately. As Mirajane once put it, Juvia was in love with love.

But nothing could compare to the way she felt when Lucy pressed their foreheads together all those years ago.

It was a build-up of things. It started with the pain and helpless she felt as that man controlled her body and forced her to do battle with Lucy. Forced her to hurt someone whom was calling out to her, believing in Juvia to be stronger, able to fight off the mage’s control. Juvia wanted so badly to prove her right, to be strong the way Lucy thought she was. Then it was speaking to Lucy through her magic and feeling for the first time like there was someone else out there besides Gajeel who listened to her, who understand her desire to find a family in the Fairy Tail guild the same way Lucy had. The turning point came when they fused their magic together to form an unison raid. Juvia doesn’t even have the words to describe the feeling of their magic tying them together so closely that they hearts beat in sync other than calling the experience extraordinary. Then afterwards they sat for what felt like forever panting softy with their hands holding the others face and the foreheads pressed so gently together. Gentle, Loving, Warm in ways Juvia never experienced before or since then. Never had anyone hold her as if she precious the way Lucy did. So, when they finally separated, Juvia knew without a shadow of doubt that Lucy left a piece of herself within Juvia.

But Juvia had no idea if she had left a piece of herself within Lucy, or if Lucy would even want her too.

So that leads to them now, Juvia glaring into those honey-brown eyes hoping her false anger would excuse her red cheeks and clenched sweaty fits to anyone looking closely.

Which just so happens to be the entire guild.

“Juvia…” Lucy starts with annoying warm voice of hers. Tone soft and her hands held up in the signal of surrender in an attempt to calm the raging water mage down. She shared a glance with a pouting Natsu, concerned Mirajane, gleeful Cana, and a slowly backing away Gray. So much for their help. “Juvia it’s really not that bad. I know you don’t want to do this, but you heard Master, Cana decides the team for this mission.

Turning her fierce glare onto the snickering card mage, Juvia pointed an accusatory finger in her direction. “Cana will re-pick the teams then! The cards must have been wrong this time!”

“Sorry but no dice Juv,” Cana snickered again not even bothering to hide her amusement in the antics of the woman in front of her. “The cards have spoken, and they said the holder of the zodiac keys and the water mage are the perfect team!” Besides…” Her voice trailed off as she threw an arm over Juvia’s shoulder. “I thought you would be happy. I hear the place your going is beautiful this time of year! All that snow and mistletoe will sure make for an interesting time.” She even threw in a wink for good measure ignoring the killing intent coming off of the other girl. Honestly, Juvia would thank her one day, hopefully one day soon. She had a bet to win after all and with Christmas coming up soon she didn’t have much time to spare.

There was only one flaw in her plan. “But Cana! Me and Lucy always are together on saving the world missions!”

Natsu. They had forgotten about Natsu. Well that wasn’t entirely true, they had purposely left Natsu out of their plan because of his inability to keep his big mouth shut.

“And besides guys, you still haven’t told us what the mission is?”

Thankful Gray was to the rescue, Cana should have known he would have her back. “That doesn’t matter right now. Your train is going to be leaving soon and you still need to pack! We can debrief you once you reached your destination.” Gray said pushing Lucy towards the guild doors. With a glare in their direction, Juvia followed quickly.

Once they were out the door, Mirajane let out a relieved sigh. Cana turned to her and spoke gloatingly.

“And here you doubted me.”

“Okay you were right.“ Mirajane giggled. "I didn’t think that would actually work.”

“It won’t.” A rough voice spoke from one of the tables. Laxus watched the spectacle unimpressed apparently.

“Your just jealous that your team is going to lose.” Cana smirked at the table smugly.

“Failure is not in our vocabulary.” Erza declared next to Laxus, even raising her sword to illustrate her point. “Lying to them about a mission is not going to get them together by Christmas. You are going to lose!”

“It will work!” Cana and Mirajane yelled back in unison. The glaring contest with the four threatened to resume the months long argument that nearly resulted into a brawl before the teams were formed, each with a different plan on finally getting Lucy and Juvia together. So far, neither group had any luck but Mirajane, Cana, and Gray were sure the plan they conducted would finally pull through before the agreed upon deadline. It was important to do this now because the A team would have their turn again after Christmas, and judging by Laxus’s constant smirk, they must have come up with a plan that might actually work. The B team could not allow that to happen.

“I don’t really care which of you idiots finally get those two to stop dancing around each other.” Gajeel said strumming his guitar. “Just that it happens. Juvia deserves to be happy. Lucy too.”

A silence rang through the guild as they were reminded why they started this bet in the first place. Yes, there was the added bonus of bragging rights once the deed was done, but more importantly, they wanted to help their friends to be happy together. Even if that involves a little lying…what was the worst that could happen?

Juvia ran into her apartment in Fairy Hills a nervous chaotic mess. She raced around throwing all the basic necessitates she needed into her bag before stopping in front of her large closet. Throwing it open, Juvia eyed her clothing selection wary. She still wasn’t sure where they were going, but Cana had mentioned snow which meant it was probably somewhere cold. But were her winter wear cute enough to gain Lucy’s attention? Biting her lip, Juvia eyes wandered to the gem of her collection, the dress she that was her second love after Lucy. It was a baby blue Lolita dress with pink trims and white fluffy ruffles. The dress was nearly floor length stopping just a bit over Juvia’s knee. The dress was complete with silky pink ribbons on the sides, a pair of baby blue flats easy to slip on and off, and a blue headband. The longing Juvia felt when she first seen the dress was nearly strong enough to bring her to her knees. She bought it immediately spending off the jewels she had and nearly tripped herself in a hurry to put it on.

The dress made her feel like a princess. The fabric and ruffles were so soft and warm and it hugged her skin in a way no other dress had before. The light blue of the headband contrasted so pretty with the darker blue of her hair and eyes. The curls in her hair, the ruffles, and the way the dress fawned out at the bottom had her entranced. It was beautiful, she felt so beautiful in it, and now a small part of her wondered if Lucy would find it beautiful too.

Making a decision, Juvia gently placed the dress into her the zip-close bag and packed into her suitcase. Within the next moments she was gone heading for the train.

The train ride wasn’t as awkward as Juvia thought it was going to be. Her nerves still made her flustered, but instead of tense silence, they filled the ride talking about various topics from the weather to guild events and recent jobs they took. Lucy was in the middle of telling her the story of how Gray and Natsu’s fist fight nearly furthered damaged the already decimated town when a bump on the road sent Lucy flying forward from her seat next to Juvia to her head smacking against the train window.

“Lucy!”

“I’m okay.” She tentatively raised a finger to the knot forming on her head wincing. “Ouch that’s going to leave a mark.”

Worry still simmered in her stomach as she wrapped a hand around Lucy’s wrist pulling the girl towards her. “Rival you need to be more careful.” She continued to pull until Lucy’s head rested against her lap. She summoned small bits of water into her palm then froze it the same way Gray had taught her how. Lucy sighed immediately at the cold touch.

“Wow Juvia your hands are magical.”

That darn blush was back. “Gray taught me how to summon water into my hands while still keeping them solid.”

“Oh.” Lucy made herself more comfortable pushing her head more into Juvia’s hands. She stared up at Juvia. “You and Gray have been getting along more lately. You probably wish he was here with you hun?”

“No…no I’m glad I’m here with you.”

Lucy’s smile brightened the entire train. “I’m glad I’m here with you too.”

The train stopped at a midpoint halfway to wherever Gray brought the tickets for. She stepped off of the platform dragging Lucy with her.

“Juvia I told you I’m fine.”

“Nonsense rival. If we leave it you will bruise! There should be medical aide somewhere near here.”

“But what about the trai-”

“We will make it back in time or we will catch the next one. You are getting checked out now! I will not allow my rival to be done in by a head injury.”

By the time they found a healer to check out Lucy the train and long since left. They agreed to book a room in the inn near the train stop and rest until the next one came that evening.

Juvia was the only one in the room now. Lucy was downstairs gathering information about the village they were being sent to. Gray, Cana, and Mirajane debriefed them over lacrima but the details were fuzzy and the three spent more time bickering between themselves then giving clear instructions on what this save the world mission was so Lucy and Juvia decided to do some digging themselves.

Juvia was glad she was alone because she needed the few moments to gather her courage. Staring herself down in the mirror, she ran her hands loving down the sides of the Lolita dress, the familiar softness of the fabric grounding her. She knew there was little chance of her getting an opportunity to wear it once they reached the village. She had an opening during the hours before the next train left to impress Lucy and she needed to take it. Here in this sleepy little town where its just the two of them far away from any distractions would be her best chance to make Lucy notice her.

And notice her Lucy did.

She was there at the bottom of the steps watching with wide eyes as Juvia slowly descended the stairs. Juvia kept her movements slow and her head held high, eyes locked on those honey-brown ones. Lucy’s eyes drifted from the way the dress swished and shayed with the movements of Juvia’s hips down to the blue flats before coming back up, lingering on the ruffles down by her legs, then focusing on the blush lingering on her cheeks.

“Juvia…” she whispered softly. She took one step forward then another. Soon the were rushing towards each other desperate to close the distance between their bodies.

“Juvia” she said again, breathless now. Her hands lifted close to Juvia’s face but not quite touching yet as she looked to Juvia for permission. Juvia nodded rapidly closing her eyes in pleasure as Lucy’s warm hand tugged on a stray curl brushing it back behind the headband. The hand drifted down her cheek, brushing her lips, then tracing every inch of the dress she could reach.

“Juvia, you’re so beautiful”

Her hands played with the ruffles.

“It’s so soft. Soft like your hands Juvia”

She linked their hands together using both to continue her exploration.

“Warm too. The fabric is so nice under my hands. It looks taken care of too, you must really love this dress.”

“I do. It makes me feel beautiful”

Lucy frowned at that. Taking their joined hands, she cupped Juvia’s cheek again. “Juvia, your always beautiful.”

The blush deepened but Juvia wasn’t going to allow her embarrassment to take control this time. Instead she pushed more into Lucy’s palm speaking so only she could hear. “I wanted to look beautiful for you. I wanted to share this part of me with you.”

“Juvia…” Juvia was quickly growing to love the sound of her name coming from those lips, especially when Lucy was smiling at her like that. “Come, I want to show you something.

They walked slowly up the hill taking their time. Juvia had one hand on her hip keeping her dress from being blown by the wind and the other still locked in Lucy’s. They walked in a comfortable silence until they reached the top of the hill where an endless array of flowers bloomed.

“Oh.” Juvia gasped out.

“Yeah it’s amazing isn’t.”

She pulled out a blanket from her bag lying it onto the ground. She motioned for Juvia to sit on it then followed once again lying her head in Juvia’s lap.

“I found it when me, Natsu, Gray, Erza, and Wendy went on a job in a town near here. I always wanted to come back here.”

She took Juvia’s hands again and pressed a soft kiss to the back of one. Juvia’s smile was so wide her cheeks stung. She laughed softy unable to contain her joy of being here, in her favorite dress with her favorite girl watching the sunset over the beautiful bed of flowers talking the night away.

In the end, the missed their second train. But they gained so much more.

#happyholigays2019 #ftlgbtales #luvia #lucy x juvia #femslash fairies #gift exchange #ftlgbtfics #gift fic #i hope you like it!#my writing

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irlmicolash · 5 years

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hey kids i wrote something about my bloodborne oc. i’ve legit never written outside of rp so i’m spooked and i’m big nervous.

tw for mainly blood, death, and emetophobia towards the end. though there are also mentions of gore, and body horror. there’s also someone using sedatives to calm someone else going into a frenzy and a 14-year-old killing a semi-sapient monster.

The accursed cries dragged Evanidus to the waking world and slowly, his eyes opened to the sea before him, lapping gently at the shore on which he laid. It felt familiar, like home, but a home that had been ravaged and set aflame. Weak claws scraped at the stone shore, desperate to allow the man to see what had become of the village he so deeply cherished. The souls he held so dear to his heart were screaming in pain, calling to him for his aid.

He watched a woman crawl across the ground towards him, sobbing, begging for him to save her. Save her from the beasts that had come to eradicate the entire village. They were looking for eyes, she said, drilling holes in their heads.

Though it caused him great pain, he reached for her with a single, snow white hand, urgently trying to push himself upward with the opposite hand. His throat burned with acid when he tried to call out to her, a sickening feeling that spread across his entire frame, centered in his stomach.

Their fingers had hardly touched and a terrible crack sounded even above the screams from the hamlet. Evanidus watched in horror as the woman was torn from her shell by a gloved hand and tossed violently across the beach. A man…no, a child that hardly looked a day over fourteen, stood over the remains of the shell, pitch black hair plastered to his cheeks and forehead from the rain.

He knew this boy. Knew him well. But who was he?

Green eyes…dark hair…terribly small…far too young to be taking part in a massacre…He’d seen him many a time before.

A screech. Blood running down the beach and tainting the sea behind him. The boy standing over the corpse of the woman, blood-soaked and looking down at her like she was nothing more than a worm wriggling on the hot pavement.

“ Why? “

When Evanidus spoke, the boy turned to him. His expression grew curious underneath the crimson on his delicate features. Did the boy understand him? He stepped closer to where Evanidus laid curled up, clutching at his middle. Oh, he still hurt, but his people hurt more.

“ Why did you do this to those people? What is it that you wanted to gain from this? “

The boy said something as he sheathed his swords, cocking his head to the side. Evanidus flinched as the boy approached, fear winding itself around his limbs, rooting him in place. He spoke again, this time louder, more pronounced, but Evanidus was unable to comprehend what was being said to him. When the boy reached out, Evanidus expected him to do the same as he had with the snail woman. Gut him like a fish.

Had the others not done enough?

“ Evanidus… “

His name? His name was being called within the village.

“ Evanidus, stay away from her! ”

What?

A woman at least a good foot and a half taller than the boy came towards the two at a blinding speed. Someone else he recognized, though the memories of this woman were buried far deeper than those of the boy. But, he didn’t have the time to dig for them, for in mere seconds the woman had descended upon them. A single skilled swipe of her blade, and viscera spilled out to the beach in the form of slug-like parasites.

Darkness. Darkness. An angry, inhuman screech that tickled his brain.

Evanidus quickly realized the scream was his own and he clutched at his stomach. His legs finally gave into the fatigue and he collapsed onto the beach under his boots. She had spoken to him.

He had heard Her voice. Kos. Mother Kos.

“ Ma…ri…a… ,“ Through his hiccups and sobs, Evanidus tried to get the attention of elder hunter above him. She had to know what he had heard. She had to know what she had done. Something was wrong, something was wrong with what she’d done to Mother Kos.

A sudden force began pulling on his insides, tugging at his rib cage and at his stomach and at his heart. Evanidus’ body contorted at the pain, doing anything to get away from whatever was causing it. Again he screamed, his throat now raw. He hauled himself upwards with the little strength that remained in his small frame, and gripped at Maria’s legs, begging with her pleading.

What had she done? What had she done? Why did it hurt?

She called out to someone. Gehrman. Evanidus could see the older man rushing towards him with a yellowed bottle of thick, red liquid in hand. Maria was rigid as Evanidus was pried from her legs. His jaw was forced open and he lashed out at whoever it was that held him.

No, they wouldn’t take him. They wouldn’t let them. He’d kill them…He’d kill them…He’d kill them…

“ Curse the fiends, their children too. And their children forever, true. A call to the bloodless, wherever they be. “

The prayer was the last thing he heard before his vision darkened and his body went limp.

This time, Evanidus woke in his own bed with a start, flinging his head over the side to vomit up a pool of sea water and thick, thick blood. He fell to his bed again, staring blankly at the wall that shifted and swayed with the eyes lining his brain. They itched, they writhed, they made him want to dig them out.

“ Evanidus? “ A voice came from somewhere…Somewhere behind him.

Evanidus pushed his sweat-drenched black hair from his forehead and hurriedly got to his feet to answer the door. The smell of the rained out beach still clung to his senses, making it difficult to full comprehend what had happened. What had happened to the beach?

And that prater…that damned prayer. The prayer still roared in his ears like the beasts that walked the streets of Yharnam.

“ Curse the fiends…, “ he murmured, shakily opening the door, “ Curse their chi…Ah, Laurence. “

Through the salt water spilling over his eyes, he could still make out the form of the vicar standing in his doorway. A maddened smile spilt Evanidus’ face and he gripped onto the vicar’s arms, staggering forward to get closer to him.

“ Laurence, my old friend, my dear friend…That day at the Hamlet? What happened? What happened to us? “

“ …The Fishing Hamlet? Evanidus, what are you thinking, bringing up something like that? Willem made us- “

Evanidus shook his head, and stood on his toes, making himself come eye to eye with Laurence, “ No, no no no…What happened, really? We weren’t successful, were we? I can’t seem to recall. And Kos…Mother Kos…She still lives? “

“ What is this madness, Curate? You were there with Maria when she witnessed the birth of the Child of Kos. She spoke to you, you said and Maria couldn’t hear Her. You bragged, actually, “ when Laurence tried to push him off, Evanidus’ grip only tightened.

“ No, that can’t be right. I saw her die. Just now in my dream. We…we cut her child out of her. We killed a Great One, Laurence, “ Evanidus could quickly feel consciousness slipping from him again, “ Kos is not dead, but she is not alive. She…She has to be somewhere. I saw her. I saw her child and I can hear its cries during the night. Do you not hear it? The infant Great One…? “

A call to the bloodless, wherever they be.

Again. Darkness.

#bloodborne #bloodborne oc #emetophobia tw #blood tw #gore tw #let me kno if i missed something i should tag!#also i know i sound like a baby but i'm not rly looking for ppl to try and critique my writing so even if you mean well pls don't

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3x3racha · 6 years

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A/N: @kaznotquaz Hi! Thanks for requesting. I’m sorry I lost your original ask. Anyways, I hope you like it! ~Admin Yeong

Crush Phase:

Felix will more than likely fall for someone he’s good friends with

He would tease you so much

Probably would joke around about your relationship status and your possible love interest to cover up his crush on you

If you actually seemed interested in someone else he’d be a little saddened but would cover up with a joke or a lowkey savage remark about the person of interest

It’s hard for you to tell if he likes you or if you’re just friends

He can get really flirtatious and skinshippie with you but he also does with the boys so??

The boys would be able to tell that Felix had a crush on you tho

HEART EYES FOR DAYS

Literally, everyone knows that this boy likes you

Yet you still aren’t sure if he does or not

He’ll act like a giddy school girl around you or whenever you’re mentioned

When you make him flustered, he can’t stay still to save his life

Keep in mind, Felix goes from cute to suave in a hot minute

Winking at you, asks if you love him, tries to make you flustered

He’ll call you an embarrassing nickname and when you yell at him to stop

He replies with, “what should I call you then? My girlfriend?”

With his little eyebrow wiggles

When Changbin rejects his love, he’ll go straight to you

Loves messing with you during both the crush phase and dating phase, actually probably forever

Confessing:

He’ll plan and overthink how he’ll confess but before he actually does it

He accidentally mumbles something aloud and you catch it

You guys will be hanging out, watching a movie together and reach for popcorn at the same time but instead of touching hands in a cute way

You guys end up knocking the bowl of popcorn all over the floor

He tries to help you clean it up but he hits his head on the coffee table which makes you laugh and he gets jokingly defensive

“I can’t believe that I fell for someone as heartless as you, y/n.”

And you’re just like WHAT ? ? ?

When you question what he just said

He gets all blushy and stutters while he tries to deny it

But caves in with “YES I like you! I wanted to confess in a more romantic. Everything was planned and I slipped up-“

You either cut him off with a kiss or a confession of your own

Either way, this kid would be over the moon to hear that the feeling’s mutual

Dating:

Dates with him would be fun no matter what

Majority of the time they’re spontaneous decisions he made at 3am

Dates like laser tag, paintball, amusement parks

Building forts and watching movies in them (with the pillow fight that’s bound to happen)

Cute little diner dates where you’ll share a milkshake together

Would be 100% down for carnival dates and would win you a plushie and probably win some for himself

He loves spending time with you and he’s so excited to be with you

You know that scene in WALL-E where he takes Eve on cute little dates while she’s in standby mode

Yep he’s WALL-E and your Eve

Starting out in the relationship he’d be a bit awkward and unsure about a lot of things but becomes comfortable and confident quickly

He’s either a cute, awkward squish or a flirtatious, charming prince out to win your love and mostly to see you blush

Your first kiss will be really random like you guys will be hanging out as you ramble on about something and he’ll steal a quick peck

Then he laughs at your reaction and teases you

Hugging you non-stop

He’ll nuzzle his nose into your neck while you hug

Playfully biting your shoulder and saying ‘nom~’

Constantly touching you whether if it’s his arm around your shoulders, holding hands, or hugging you and never letting go

this kid is gonna show some skinship he just loves you so much

Showers you with love, endless compliments, and affection

Playful kisses and for sure the type of guy that’ll turn his head when you go to kiss him on the cheek

Also would make you beg for his kisses but he would highkey want the kisses more than you do

Would hug and spin you around

He’ll give you a backhug and say, “Mine~~”

After a long day of practice, all this tired bean wants to do is see your face and cuddle with you as he falls asleep

He would love to just lay on you and listen to your heartbeat and breathing it soothes him

He would love to play with your hands and hair too

He would want to do every cliche couple thing ever

Totally would rock matching couple shirts or outfits

Him pressuring you to wear one his shirts and when you give in HE GETS SO HAPPY HE’S ABOUT TO DIE

When you feel down he’ll cuddle you and softly sing ‘A Little Braver’ by New Empire to you

Calling every night and talking until you guys fall asleep

Sending you good morning texts

Him giving you a massage when you’re stressed

Wants to take interest in the things you enjoy so he can be closer to you

Also, he’s your number 1 supporter and biggest fan in whatever you do

Will probably eventually get you a puppy even though he already is your puppy

If you’re ever scared of something Felix will attempt to act less scared than you are which he’s not but wants to protect you

Even though he’s more scared than you, he’ll do anything for you no matter how scared he is

He’ll take photos of you being cute and send it to the boys in a group chat to brag about you

He’d brag about 24/7 and the boys are beyond sick of it

And then they’ll jokingly try to steal you from Felix to mess with him

Getting takeout bc you guys epically failed at cooking and mom and dad, Woojin and Chan, have now banned you two from the kitchen

When you go to the bathroom and forget to take your phone with you, expect to come back to this boy casually taking a million selfies

“What? I gotta remind you how lucky you are to have me?”

Those photos will eventually turn into memes the next time you text

Speaking of which, he will take the worst photos of you at the worst times and have a specific folder on his phone with photos of you to use as memes and others to blackmail you with

Dance battles that just turn into a meme fest and a competition of who can dab the fastest

RAP BATTLES with his beatboxing skills that just end with you two laughing at how incredibly ridiculous you guys are

But you wouldn’t want it any other way

Changbin highkey getting jealous and Felix being a savage to Changbin when he sees him getting jealous whoops Changlix

He’ll make you laugh any chance he gets

He loves your smile and laugh so much

When you say ‘I love you’ to him for the first time he’s gonna have the biggest smile on his face and scream bc he’s so happy

And he’ll probably want you to repeat it multiple times bc he can’t get enough of it

Randomly says cute things out loud without realizing it like “this is why I love you” or “I’m so lucky to have you”

Loves talking about you two in the future like marriage, kids, pets, etc..

He’ll show you his more serious side especially when he’s worried about you

If you’re sad he’ll try to cheer up with a cheesy joke and cuddle you, telling you how much you mean to him

When he’s on tour he’d miss you like crazy too

The night before he leaves, he cuddles you and silently cries into you

But will text, call, and FaceTime you as much as he can and would probably talk to one of your friends to make sure they keep an eye on you

He cares about you so much

Cherish him

But keep in mind you’re gonna have some serious competition for Felix’s love and attention and by that I mean Changbin

Send your requests here!

~Admin Yeong

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maryellencarter · 6 years

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Yay laptop! *type type type*

So I reblogged this meme a bit ago as a reminder to answer all the questions for Wes when I had time. Technically I’m procrastinating on a writing thing, but I’m stuck on that one, so. ^_^

1) Something this character is truly proud of. -- You know, this one is kind of tricky, because as much as Wes acts like a blowhard, he doesn’t actually brag on his achievements very much. His looks, sure. Other people’s achievements, absolutely. But he projects that “not a badass” image about himself. I think he’s definitely proud of the morale officer stuff, though, especially when he manages to get Wedge or Tycho or Hobbie out of a funk.

2) Who they want to please the most. -- Oh, Wedge, forever. That causes some tension in his friendship with Hobbie every so often, because Wes will always put Wedge first. It’s awkward when your wingman knows he’s your second priority. *hugs them* That’s like, the motivating factor of at least two different unwritten/unpublished stories I’m involved with right now, probably more.

3) Who depends on them. -- More people than think they do. The Rogues, the Wraiths, probably most of the Rebellion back in the day. Wes downplays just how much of the emotional grunt work he does on keeping the rest of these idiots functional, as well as how much of the paperwork load he carries. Wedge and Hobbie both know they depend on him, that’s the people who really matter.

4) What they would do if they had one month to live. -- This is an interesting one, because Wes already lives on the basic principle of “eat drink and be merry, for tomorrow you may die”. If he knew for a fact that he *wasn’t* going to die for a whole month... well, it depends. If he was invulnerable for that month, like absolutely unable to die ahead of time, he’d definitely go full Hamster Princess and like jump off cliffs and things. If it was just “you have a terminal illness”, I don’t think anything much would change, but he would get even more affectionate with his friends and also try to set things up so that they wouldn’t be absolutely lost without him, because he does do so much support work for them. If it was some kind of “I’m a time traveler from the future, you die in thirty days, this is absolutely necessary to preserve the timeline / save your friends from some horrible catastrophe, but we know you didn’t die till then”, and somehow telling him that doesn’t Schrodinger the timeline already (which it would)... um. This sentence got more complicated than I anticipated.

If he knew he was like fated to die in thirty days but not until then, but was not protected by a Hamster Princess curse spell thing, I’m not sure. What there should be is major fiddling with causality to find a timeline where he can save them without dying, but that requires roping people like Wedge and Luke into the process, and he wouldn’t. :-( Stupid idiot doesn’t think he’s worth saving. So he’d keep quiet, try to set things up to help his friends without letting them know that anything was wrong. They’d start to realize something was fishy, because they know him too damn well, and depending how angsty you wanted to get, it could wind up in a stable time loop self-fulfilling prophecy thing where he only has to die to save them because they figured out something was fishy or got in trouble trying to help him or something. The trouble with that time loop is that there’s no kriffing reason for the time-traveler to come back and tell him he’s going to die or has to die, if he did die, if things are working. *headshake* Time travel is hard.

5) A cherished personal belonging. -- Lieutenant Kettch, obviously. Yub yub, Commander.

6) Something they lost, but would love to have back -- Hmm. There’s not really much of anything for this in canon, which means I have to make something up. *ponders* Nothing occurs to me at the moment. That’s a story that somebody could write but it’d have to be the right thing (or the right person/friendship/whatever) and I don’t have one here.

7) This character’s favorite character -- Favorite character in what? GFFA media? Earthside media? Favorite person in their own source canon? I think Wes would really appreciate Jack O’Neill, although I’m not sure how Stargate SG-1 would come across in a galaxy where most planets have high levels of civilization, since it’s portraying a galaxy where most planets are pretty backward and only a few kind of patronizing alien races have anything like GFFA levels of technology. Like it’s a very different worldview. It plays specifically to Earth culture in ways that might make it very strange to a non-Earther.

8) What kind of car they would drive. -- Some kind of classic muscle car or hot-rod, probably. Tycho likes speed, Wes is all about power. “I mean a real tractor beam.”

9) What calms them when they are upset. -- Wes really, really needs to have the rest of the Fab Four around him, which is why Distna is such a renewable resource. ^_^ When he’s alone and trying to handle his own emotional shit, he likes to play brainless datapad games (that’s canon, he was playing one to keep from stressing out while he and Hobbie waited at Iella’s for Wedge and Tycho during Starfighters of Adumar) and snuggle Kettch. I also write him being fairly stimmy overall, liking certain textures and repetitive sounds and fidget toys, but that’s just me, it doesn’t have much actual basis in canon, only his general liking for swishy capes and blastswords and shit like that.

10) How they deal with pain. -- Emotional pain, he sits on it and ignores it forever. ;P Physically, he’s pretty tough, but he doesn’t do the kind of teeth-gritting silent-suffering thing I associate with like grungy alpha male types. He’ll hide that he’s injured if he needs to, if letting the others know would distract from an important or time-sensitive mission, but... like, I’m thinking of a bit in the comics, and comics characterization is always subject to being taken with more than a grain of salt, but the bit where Tycho is setting Wes’s broken leg, and Wes is making Noises and Tycho is being like “c’mon Wes you’re tougher than that”. Like Wes is fundamentally not a quiet guy, and he doesn’t have the macho wiring that makes not showing pain a matter of pride. He’ll scream if he wants to. (This holds true whether he’s injured, having sex, having fun, or just making noise for the hell of it. ^_^ At least one of my planned Kinktober pieces revolves partly around the fact that I always write Wes as being really vocal/noisy in bed.)

11) This character’s favorite piece or pieces of clothing. -- The Adumar flatscreen cape, for sure. Wedge may have managed to airlock it on the way home, since it doesn’t show up in other pieces of Legends media, but he likes that cape a lot. It’s so flashy and tacky and amazing. :D

12) How they sleep. -- This one I’ve put a lot of thought into for cuddlefic purposes. His favorite way to sleep is at the bottom of a squadron cuddle pile, being squished under people he loves, like a living weighted blanket. (Which also ties into me writing him sort of autistic/ADHD-coded, but whatevs.) He tends to sprawl all over the place, unless he’s in a bad enough emotional place that he starts going fetal position. Wes is not a person who’s ever internalized any kind of “don’t take up space” message. (Damn, always-a-girl Wes would be an interesting fucking character to write. I’m calling Not It, because that would interact with my brain issues in ways I don’t want right now, but man.)

13) What kind of parent they would be. -- I’m not going to answer this one directly, because parenthood and parenting hits a lot of my buttons in very bad ways. But turning it around to “how are they with kids”, Uncle Wes is definitely Syal and Myri’s favorite when they’re little. They can climb on him like a jungle gym, he tells the best stories, he treats them with this conspiratorial respect that makes them feel like they can conquer the world, he is the best weird uncle altogether. The very saddest thing about the Nonspecific Excuse ‘verse is that Syal and Myri missed out on that. (I have Opinions, possibly. ^_^ Seriously, though. Wedge is a good dad, and Iella is wonderful, but I strongly doubt that Myri especially would have turned out like she did without Wes’s influence.)

14) How they did in school -- This is like twenty percent canon and eighty percent headcanon. We know that Wes is good at math / statistics-type stuff and XO paperwork. He’s a lot smarter than he acts most of the time. In my own head, I actually give him the kind of memory I’ve got, photographic or eidetic or whatever we’re calling it now, except it works on numbers and people’s faces as well as just words -- so, for example, Adumar-era Wes can remember every one of the nurses in the Yavin IV medbay by name, knows which one of them was pregnant but not showing yet (and how the kid is doing now, and probably sends it birthday presents), knows most of their birthdays, doesn’t have a comprehensive knowledge of which ones have died since but knows some of them.

This doesn’t have a lot of support in canon, but it does have a little: Wes gives Wedge that little dossier on Ejector Darpen, and I strongly suspect he could have given the same level of brief background and analysis on any of the other surviving Yellow Aces. (Which is a royal fuckton of responsibility to have, and possibly one reason he’s a little cautious about spreading gossip around, beyond funny stories everyone remembers. Do you know what kind of trouble you can cause if you remember every unflattering thing anyone has ever said about anyone else in your presence? It’s a lot. A lot a lot a lot. I was not a fun friend to have as a teenager.)

So, um, specifically about how he did in school, there are two ways I could go: straight-A student or deliberate slacker. I mean, either way he’s the perpetually goofing-around class clown, I’m just not sure whether he’s also the teacher’s pet / kid who always knows the answers. I think I’d lean toward saying he was, though, because of the little “shill in the audience” bit he does with Wedge that one time -- that has very much the flavor to me of a kid who always made it a goal during the first week of class to get the teacher to go “Not you, I know you know it” and call on someone else, cause that’s me. ^_^

15) What cologne or perfume they would use -- I don’t honestly have enough of a sense of smell to answer this question. Personally I like sandalwood, but that’s Isard’s perfume (well, “leatherwood”), so even though Wes might independently wind up using it, I feel weird going with it. It’s like the Only One Steve rule. ;-) But Wes has a pretty vivid sense of smell -- I noticed when I was going over the “nice rear, Lieutenant” prank for something else, the descriptions of both the Ewok food and the cleaning fluid are strongly scent-oriented -- so either he’d wear something strong-smelling that he enjoyed, or something very subtle so it wouldn’t bother him, or just not wear scented stuff if it does bother him.

(God, the sheer levels of detail I get out of these books. Sometimes I feel like I’m reading way too much into these tiny little details, but it’s fun. And way more harmless than overanalyzing the Bible and Catholic religious doctrine in order to figure out The One Right Way To Act, which is what I used to do with these skills. ;S)

16) Their sexuality -- Oh, pan as hell. I personally write him as pansexual, aromantic, usually polyamorous, and pretty solidly cisgender, but that’s me. I’ve seen him written lots of different ways, but he very much appreciates pretty people of all genders, whatever exact orientation one goes with. (I don’t think I’ve ever seen him written gendervariant, but that would definitely be a possibility. Maybe I’ll come up with a story for that at some point, maybe not. And @virusq had a great suggestion for a bi/panromantic asexual Wes who flirts with everybody and is really into cuddling and pillow-talk but not sex, I don’t think anyone’s written that one yet either. *shoves it into the big pile of prompts in the middle of the table that is this fandom*)

( @tigerkat24 part of me keeps wanting to write an ace!Wes ‘verse where he’s basically James, but part of me wants to actually write those stories with James and Mort instead of Wes and Hobbie, and jesus fuck why do I have to have multiple pairings with the same dynamic. Why. :P I still don’t have an actual arc for Mort since I stopped wanting to write his original arc, either.)

(I keep going back and forth on whether to put my Mort/James stories from Rainbowfic onto AO3. Like they’re “original fiction written in a fannish context” for sure, but they’re also kind of scattershot and rather ancient, and... blergh. idk. Writing is hard.)

17) What they’d sing at karaoke -- This is again difficult because GFFA media. Earthside AU Wes, though, I’m definitely thinking the kind of bouncy catchy... do they call it “bubblegum pop”? Songs like “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun”, “All the Single Ladies”, those very girly-coded danceable songs, just belting them out without a hint of irony, dancing and shaking his butt and having a grand old time. (You know Wes has at least acceptable dance moves. ^_^) One of the things I really especially enjoy about Wes is that he doesn’t have the toxic masculinity shit that a lot of flirtatious male characters are coded with. He would definitely be a drag queen in any context where that was an option, you know? It’s nice to have a character I read as cis male but who doesn’t have any gender panic about enjoying the girly shit. There aren’t enough of those.

18) Special talents they have -- Well. There’s the killing people. ;P I mean, that really is the main one. He doesn’t have much in the way of non-military life skills, and he knows it. He mostly doesn’t get super angsty about it, because he mostly doesn’t get super angsty about anything, but... y’know, even when it’s just a sentence or two, I really like those little bits where a writer comments on it, that he’s a soldier and he’s not really... prepared to be anything except a soldier. Peacetime would be so, so hard for him to adjust to, and I don’t quite have a solid story idea for that but I really want somebody to tackle it someday, whether it’s me or somebody else.

19) When they feel safest -- Underneath a cuddle pile of all his friends, definitely. If he knows they’re safe, then he’s safe. You know? They have each other’s backs. He’s not really functional as a single person, he’s part of a unit. It’s not super healthy, but god I miss it :P

20) Household chore they hate the most -- Hmm. See, this one requires figuring out what chores Rebel/NR pilots even do, other than KP duty. (I feel like having Wes constantly on KP is kind of cliched; the only person we actually see get KP in the books is Face. So I like to try and come up with other shit. But there’s not a lot of chores that pilots actually do. They have laundry droids and shit for most of it.)

Earthside modern AU, though... hmm. The thing is, I’ve got chores I love and hate, but those are formed by my specific childhood history, which is deeply complicated. Wes specifically... I’m not sure we have enough data. Does he enjoy cooking? Does he have sensory issues? Does he find laundry boring? (I always liked laundry because the laundry room was in the basement away from all the yelling. Wes probably prefers chores that can be done in the middle of a bunch of people, because they’re not yelling at him. ;P Any discussion of household chores really runs into my issues, I guess.)

He probably doesn’t enjoy mopping or scrubbing things down, because we know he dislikes the scent of space Lysol, it’s too strong and sharp. See, if I talk long enough I can always come up with something I can tie back to canon. ^_^

21) Their fondest childhood memory -- Hmm. That’s a difficult one. We really have no data on Wes’s childhood, other than that Taanab is an agri-world and therefore he’s probably by some definition a farmboy. The rest is all speculation. Personally, when I need him to have a family, I borrow the one @irenkaferalkitty invented, because they’re adorable and ridiculous and I love them. So, basic US-Midwest-ish farming setting, working-class family, six kids, Wes is the oldest. (His dad is an autistic ex-Jedi and his mom is amazeballs. She’s like if Wes had never gone into the military. I love her.) But I still don’t have much specific in the way of childhood memories.

22) How they spend their money. -- Well, with the NR providing clothes and housing and all those basic necessities, I figure Wes basically just buys kids’ toys and lets the rest of his money sit. (Hobbie, who comes from a banking world, is absolutely horrified by Wes’s complete lack of financial acumen and summarily invests most of his money for him. So by the time he retires the first time, after the peace treaty with the Empire in 19 ABY, he’s... maybe not necessarily rich, but definitely well-off. He can afford to travel a bit, buy a farm on Taanab, that sort of thing. I’m seeing a vintage Y-wing on blocks in the yard, because I’m from Indiana and everybody has a hot rod and/or a couple of hangar queens up on blocks. ... @shadesofmauve, you have Corrupted me, look at all this space slang in my writing. ^_^) I have one story just about finished and waiting for a potential Kinktober, where Wes and Hobbie’s farm has a custom-built swimming pool for Hobbie, with a hot tub for both of them and a waterslide for Wes. I mean, the waterslide doesn’t come into the story, but it’s there. XD

23) What kind of alcohol they drink -- I feel like I answered this before at some point. @camshaft22 and I have some pretty detailed headcanons about Wes and Hobbie and alcohol, because we needed them for Afterimage. So in canon, pretty much everyone drinks one of a few things: lum, lomin-ale, Elba beer, Whyren’s Reserve (which is usually a high-class Corellian brandy but depending on the author can morph into a whiskey, become lower-class, etc). We know Wes likes Whyren’s, because Wedge gives him a shot glass of it as a sort of apology after the “nice rear, Lieutenant” prank. It’s described as having a “rich, smoky flavor”, so I figure in general he’d like whisky-type drinks with that kind of peaty or smoky flavor to them. (Coincidentally, whisky is basically the only booze I don’t find undrinkably disgusting. There’s supposedly a gene that makes vodka and some other drinks taste horrible; I’ve definitely got something going on on that front, because even the tiniest sip of vodka causes me to splutter and make horrible faces. It’s not the higher proof, that just tastes more like Listerine, it’s something else I can’t describe. Maybe it’s bitterness, Google’s bringing up articles about a supertasting bitterness gene.)

Um. That paragraph got away from me a little. Basically, Wes likes whisky and brandy best, but will happily drink pretty much anything.

24) What they wish they could change about themselves -- Now there’s a question. Wes seems mostly pretty happy with himself. There are things in his history he’d like to change, but as far as who he is, physically and mentally and emotionally, he’s pretty chill with himself.

25) What other people wish they could change about them -- Hah. Depends whom you ask. His close friends wouldn’t change a damn thing. Some other people wish he’d just stop being Wes altogether. It’s a rich tapestry. ^_^ There are a lot of people who fall somewhere in the middle, like if he’d just be a little more serious or a little less obnoxious or at least go be himself somewhere else, but most of those are post-Endor. The remaining pre-Endor Rebels in the service, especially the ones who remember Hoth and Yavin, appreciate Wes exactly as he is, because when you’re stuck on a goddamn iceball for a year, a big huggy guy made of warms who always has a joke or a prank or a game idea or a magic trick to cheer you up and break the monotony is priceless.

(In universes where Wes disappears long-term and is presumed to have committed suicide at some point after Distna -- Nonspecific Excuse is one, there’s another one I might do something with someday when I’m stable -- I always kind of think about the general reaction among Rebellion survivors who maybe hadn’t seen him since Hoth. I imagine it’s like hearing Robin Williams killed himself, like there’s that shock of... *tries to word* You know. It feels wrong, that somebody they remember as this perpetually sunshiny presence in a long dark endless winter, somebody who brought so much joy and love of life to everyone around him, could get stuck in such a dark place. That he helped them and there was nobody to help him when he needed it. Like, I mean, depression is a terminal illness, we all know that, but -- like, if he’d died in combat, that’s one thing, but... *words* Like, if he died in combat, that’s sad, but he was still him. For that joy to go out first and cause his death, that hurts more, in a different way. Am I making any sense?)

#wes janson #about writing #meta #headcanon #rogue squadron #star wars #depression #suicide mention tw #that was a lot of writing #tumblr you better not eat this post #i am copypasting it just in case

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atomotus · 6 years

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I’M not 100% satisfied w/ how this turned out but it DID take me days to make........... so this is where we are......... i wanted 2 do a tribute to some of the people who have really influenced ashton and his development?

@reactorhearted / i love ? everything we talk about tbh. i could praise u all day but i just really love the dynamic between ashton and tony. he sees so much potential in this boy and knows how powerful he can be ? and they banter and protect each other and it’s just ! something i truly enjoy and hold dear to my heart

@seiismic / ashton loves his mom ! she’s so supportive of him and can help train him in the best ways, since their powers are very similar. i love everything we’ve talked about with them ! i love her being able tot each her what she knows, and her learning new things along the way from him ! i love him being able to get stronger and prove to her that (: her faith in this boy is justified

@failuredestined / yeah uhhh ashton is a big hoe for carter ! he’s one of the first few people ashton truly got obsessed with. i love their dynamic. i love how whipped carter is tbh but i also just ? find all of our plots interesting ? that’s what u get when carter can literally be blue boy’s guy in the chair ! and then more (:

@shirtclad / i definitely had to include u in this even though we haven’t written a WHOLE lot but ? cisco really tests ashton and that’s something v important to me. they also get along pretty easily because they’re both memes and just ! it’s important to me

@movefcrward / BOY this is one of my favorite dynamics FOR SURE. barry just has so much faith in ashton ? he knows what this boy is capable of and is so easy for him to team up with ! they’re always learning new things from each other. barry sees a piece of his younger self in ashton and like always knows what to say to him to help get him back on his feet again. it’s just the mentor but also brotherly dynamic that i ? cherish so dearly

@forensicalchemist / YES i love ur julian. but this is time for me to BRAG about these boys... julian really isn’t sure about ashton at first but ? his knowledge of science and his hope really redeems him in julian’s eyes. they do end up getting along and julian has quite a bit to teach ashton ! and even if he doesn’t wanna learn it at first, he does truly respect julian and enjoys having him around and chillin with him

@greasestaind / yeah u know ashton is also a hoe for cody ! sorry ! happened real quick ! i just already love the dynamic bubbling between these two. she tests the FUCK outta him and he needs it. please put him in his place. they just have so much potential and i’m so hype to see what else happens between them

@itsybitsyparker / BITCH ashton loves his bf. just two college superheroes in love ? thanks. even though we do a lot of angsty stuff, i absolutely adore when these two can fight alongside each other to stop crime ! they love doing what they do, but they also love getting to take off their masks and collapsing next to each other after a long day of work (: and they just mean the world to me

@brainsnbeauty / liz ? thank u for keeping ashton in line. because SOMEONE has to. we’ve always written them as friends and ! i love that ! they really do need each other, i think. he helps her relax and open up a little bit. but also they would just do anything for each other ? like don’t u mess with either of them or ur gonna get FUCKED UP ! i’m just so glad you’re still around so we can still keep developing these two

@makesjokes / YEAH UHHH i love these two ! two gay ass bitches smh. we haven’t written them in a while but i had to include them because this ship means the world to me ? we developed SO MUCH with them, especially with flash’s family and then our teen god au thing ! like they just mean the world to me ? ashton makes flash so WEAK and is one of the few people who actually likes him for him... and that breaks my heart in two

@anuclearpoweredsuperhero / jax and ashton are complete bros thanks ! martin and ashton would love to talk about science for hours ! but ashton and jax ? man u can catch them going out to restaurants and teasing each other and just being great friends ! and of course, fighting alongside each other

@workinprcgress / oh i could talk about them for days... this is one of the BEST ships ashton has ever had ? i just love everything going on between these two ! and tumblr doesn’t even know the HALF of it because we do so much on discord too ! but yeah uh alex and ashton are gonna get married and they’re perfect for each other and i love that people who follow us seem to love them too

AND i couldn’t really incorporate everyone into this video, for various reasons, so i wanted to also do some shout-outs for the following people !

@solestarlet / mj and ashton ? are one of my fav ships on this blog. also one of the OLDEST ships on this blog ! she keeps him in line and helps support him and always be there for him ? and he helps save her and just make her smile and feel like she’s his Whole World... and they’re great for it

@fentasm / THEY’RE GAY ! and they break my heart ! because ashton just wants to help put hope and faith and love and everything back into danny. and while it’ll last for now, ashton isn’t going to live forever (: so they can enjoy flying and fighting alongside each other and going on adventures and whatnot for now -- but it won’t last and i’m gonna SCREAM

@abittangledup / u know i had to include u ! ashton and liz have such an interesting dynamic? truly idk how she puts up with him. but i love exploring how she’s going to get some of his powers and he’s going to have to help train his gf? like what a concept ! i think they’re good for each other at the end of the day (:

@pinkskcrts / YEAH ashton is a hoe for kailee. he loves pampering her and knowing she’s wrapped right around his finger (: he just cares for her a whole lot and i hope all y’all know if anything happened to that girl then there would be a HUGE riot !

@scararmour / erik and ashton ? are SO important to me. erik becomes such a crucial figure in ashton’s life ? like they end up going through so much together and erik is literally willing to sacrifice himself for this boy because he knows ? how powerful ashton is going to be ? and how he’s going to end up helping so many people ? even though ashton would literally scream to the heavens and mess so much shit up if he lost erik

AND if ur not included in this post ? don’t feel bad at all ! i still love y’all dearly i just really felt like, with these people specifically, our interactions and plots and whatnot have really developed ashton into the man i want him to be so ? thank u all.

#OOF THIS WAS A LONG POST !#feel free to reblog i love y'all !!!!!!!!!#✧ | THE VOICES OF THOSE WHO STAND LOOKING (posts)#long post #✧ | VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR (video)

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peachycypher-blog · 6 years

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stray kids reaction

requested by anonymous “ Hi! Do you mind doing a stray kids reaction to their s/o being able to sing VERY well (like So Hyang well)? THANK YOU!”

stray kids reacting to their s/o being an excellent singer.

author’s note: i promise to have a masterlist up soon! i just need to format something that i actually like lmao. anyway, enjoy!

chan:

once he hears you sing, he is dead

living? never heard of her

he’s extra about it

like all that time spent around felix is finally showing when he hears you hit high notes

he’ll cover his mouth with his hands to hide his grin but he fails. every time.

he’s also big on praise.

“____, that was so good. you’re getting better and better each time i hear you.”

“can you sing for me, please?”

sing his songs and chan will be yours forever

seriously

“you sing it better than we do”

seal-claps at your concerts

your idol friends think hes adorable

theyre not wrong

in short, chan loves your voice and will be putty in your hands if you sing for him

woojin:

give woojin more screentime 2k17

anyways

one word: HARMONIZATION

i’m saying that woojin will absolutely undeniably join you when you sing

but sometimes he just likes to sit back and listen to your voice

he always watches you sing with this dopey grin on his face

it never fails to make you giggle

“hey, why’d you stop? that was good!”

you manage an explanation through your giggles and he pouts a lil its really cute

putting aside his bias for you since you’re his s/o, he really admires the care that you take for your voice.

so when he feels a little down about his singing, you’re always up to help him

even if you think he doesn’t need it and jyp needs a hearing check

but most of the time he’ll either join in with you or just listen

it calms him down

woojin loves your voice

and you in general, really

minho:

he is S H O C K E D

not necessarily because he didn’t expect you to be a good singer

more because you’re really good

he thinks you’re one of the best vocalists in the industry

“sdfjkahjdf shush, that’s not true”

“why would I lie?”

always makes sure youre taking care of yourself and your voice

he knows how much singing means to you

and he always wants to protect that

the nights when he crashes at your place after a long day of practice

he always asks for you to sing to him

your voice brings him comfort

its home, in a sense

ofc you say yes because who can say no to minho??

and you also don’t mind because he’s like a big teddy bear when’s drowsy and humming along lazily with the tune

you die inside because its cute

changbin:

at your public events, he won’t be extra about it

but mAkE nO mIsTaKe he loves your voice vv much

when he’s at your concerts, he tries to hide his grin but gives up eventually

during rehearsals or more private places

he’ll clap and yell about it

but he won’t be excessive

he has to maintain his dark image y’all

you know better of course

he hinted that he’d miss your singing while you were on tour

which was changbin talk for him saying he wanted you to record yourself singing his favorite song and send it to him so he could listen to it when he missed you

probably squealed when you messaged him the audio

then reminded himself that he’s the dark overlord

anyway

hes not expressive about his love for your voice

but he does love it

a lot

hyunjin:

this shameless boy will ask you to sing for him ALL THE TIME

y’all are on the bus? he’ll ask. at the park? ask. waiting in line? he’ll beg. he doesn’t care

he really loves your voice

he also likes to show you off

after debut, he’ll always drag you to meet other idols

“this is ____, my s/o. have you heard them sing?”

meanwhile youre dying internally

but honestly you do the same with him and your idol friends SO

“yeah, this is my boyfriend. he’s a rapper, dancer AND visual.”

MOVING ON

hyunjin will come with you to recording sessions to hear you sing

and even if he’s not allowed to listen, he just enjoys watching you sing because you literally look like the most beautiful person on earth ???

he is shook

when he’s stressed, you’ll cuddle with him and hum gently because he likes the vibrations of your voice and the soothing tones

you mean the world to him, you know ??

jisung:

ngl he is extra about your singing

def not as extra as felix but its pretty close

doesn’t care about shame

he will yell your name when you perform

but he’ll do it while others are also yelling your name

not when its quiet that would be felix

anyway

he is a SUCKER for any high/low notes

hit any sort of high or low note around him and he is grinning and asking you to do it again, lowkey flustered bc how is it humanly possible to do that ???

cannot compute

you were so excited when you heard hellevator and his high note on the hook

you were shook

your compliments literally meant the world to him. he wouldn’t stop smiling all DAY

he loves you very much

felix:

YOU ALREADY KNOW

if extra had a picture for it

that picture would probably be felix

during concerts, he will yell your name like jisung but even when its quiet, you already know that he is going to be yelling your name

hes that one fan yelling the idols’ name when it gets quiet in arenas

you get so flustered when it happens but yOU NEED TO keep singing

he is weak for your singing

if you ask him to do something in a sing-song voice, chances are he will do it

he’s very proud of you

he won’t stop bragging about you to the other members

it annoys them but like

hes not wrong

at the first award show that he and the rest of sk attended, he contemplated making a poster for you since you would be performing that night

however minho managed to talk him out of it

but honestly you appreciate any form of support from him even it gets you extra attention

he loves your voice so much sometimes he just lays there and listens to your music

“how did i get so lucky?”

cherish him

seungmin:

LEE SEUNGMIN DESERVES LOVE FROM ALL BEACONS SPREAD THE WORD

anyway

seungmin is a-okay with listening to you sing all day every day this boy loves your voice so much

seungmin is a soft boy ok he just wants to chill with his hyungs and listen to you sing

always recommending lil remedies whenever you have to sing the next day

“try this! and this one!”

he has the best intentions for you its adorable

he waits for you backstage and watches your performances with this cute little smile that squishes his cheeks

you know the one

he loves when you sing ballads or osts

he thinks slower tunes really fit your voice well

but there wont ever be a day when he doesnt enjoy your faster songs bc he admires how you can keep your voice so stable

hes so in love with you someone save this boy

jeongin:

the one you’ve been waiting for

the one who deserves more love

YANG JEONGIN OUR BUSAN BOY

listen

if jeongin can sing trot then you can too

he loves it when you do

he thinks its the best thing in the world

protect him

jeongin sort of has an all-around love for your voice

he thinks you sound amazing in any genre that you sing

so he doesnt mind if you sing whatever youre feeling at the moment

you could probably sing a children’s song and he’d think its the best thing since celine dion

THIS BOY LOVES YOUR VOICE DAMMIT

he’ll request songs for you to sing

he likes it when you sing while hes doing homework because it helps him concentrate

he’ll also smile really stupidly you think its adorable

because it is

this boy is an entire cutie

when did this turn into a jeongin appreciation post

IN CONCLUSION

dont stop singing bc jeongin loves your voice and will always want to hear it

#stray kids reaction #writing #stray kids #felix #chan #woojin #jeongin #minho #jisung #hyunjin #changbin #seungmin #request #its finally here asdhfkjd #enjoy guys #stray kids scenarios

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sonicknx · 3 years

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it’s funny how we share this internal clock. i get a feeling that i should check your blog and there’s usually always something new. i check it out, read it. and then i check the time Posted 1 minute ago

connected to you telepathically, attached at the hip fundamentally. if only i was sigh there to see you write.

i’d never take it for granted again because i admit i was selfish too. are we fooling ourselves to say we’re better off? or are we fooling ourselves to say we could be better together? i pray for the answer, for the wisdom of God to shine on me.

and well. the answer i get always hurts. it’s both. we’re much better together, and much better apart. is that some sign? after months of prayer i was answered nothing lasts forever but now i have the wherewithal to realize it works both ways.

we didn’t last forever, but you won’t hate me forever. i won’t hate myself forever and neither will you. and with this wisdom imparted on me while i don’t expect a tomorrow with you, i’m truly blessed by knowing it’s not an impossibility either. that my death sentence may be commuted someday. for us to plant flowers again, and tend our flock together, perhaps even learn to sing again.

because i’ve let you go you’ve come back into my life. you understand the sacrifices i’ve made to regain myself. i had to throw myself into the fire to purge myself of impurities. now i have you here, experiencing these things with me. and i with you, your delicate writings i cherish give me pause, and i reminisce the multitude of ways ive hurt you, hit you, stormed out of your life, left you reeling and wondering why your lover treats you so badly and scares you so.

but in the same vein all the times i’ve exposed myself to you unlike i have to any other. these bottled up memories rearing to explode from my head, of how endearing it was to have you there for the adventures, and seeing the sights together... all the fucking miles in our cars... when i felt i could tell you damn near anything... my heart is burning but can’t put into words how utterly proud i am that you were mine.

i speak fondly of our time to friends and look back at how you’ve tended my growth. how you saved my life there on the side of the road. i’d like to let you know, i have been bragging about you i always bragged to my friends, even back then, that i.. well.. found my wife. but these days, i brag just about the memories and tend to mention you by name, they seem jealous because they wish they could come close to having a love such as ours. i’ve bragged about this pseudo back and forth and told them of the writing we do. i haven’t shown them, because it’s so personal but i speak very freely of you.

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brina-rae · 6 years

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twenty six years of life-twenty six lessons i wish i knew sooner.

Hello there-it’s been a while since I’ve put my thoughts down into words so bare with me while I get my groove back, actually forget it, let’s do it.

1. Your parents are your biggest fans-they will support you in whatever you choose to do no matter how far away it takes you from them. call them to talk about their day, not just to complain about yours. Joy and Ken are actual living saints, that I am positive of.

2. Your cats see ghosts, you’ll get used to them sprinting around at 4am, sometimes you won’t even wake up!

3. YOU DO NOT NEED TO HAVE IT ALL TOGETHER-it’s so beyond okay to be confused and terrified of making changes. some of them will be wrong and you’ll just have to chalk it up to a lesson learned.

4. You’ll fall in love, and it’ll all happen so fast and it will end just as fast. you’ll linger on his thoughts and messages for a few years. he did love you but not in the way that you needed to be loved. you’ll cry a whole lot over him and that’s okay, he was the first person to make you feel truly yourself in a relationship. Thank him, even if you deleted his number (it’s written on a sticky note in your glove box). He tried to do everything he could to not hurt you but you feel a WHOLE lot and no matter how much more he could of done, you still would cry. You met your perfect person at the most incorrect time of your life. Just remember, he set the standards high for your future partners, he does deserve a thanks for that one.

5. Your bed will be in your closet when live in seattle, I know what you’re thinking-it’s actually pretty cozy and offers a bomb view. You can thank me later.

6. Your high school friends know why you are the way you are, cherish that. Be present in the big moments of their lives even if you have no idea how to be there. I promise you making trips home for showers, weddings, babies and random times will mean the world to you and them. The kisses you get from their kiddos and the feeling you get when you hear them call you Auntie Sabrina will melt your damn heart. God i miss them.

7. You will gain weight and you’ll blame your crazy schedule. Woman, get your ass out of bed and switch to red wine, turns our you’re allergic to most white wines anyway.

8. You still lean on Taylor Swift to give you confidence and to also be there when you cry yourself to sleep. Shout out to you Tay.

9. Do not take job offers based on the salary, if it makes you miserable it is not worth it.

10. Men will try to put hands on you, two will succeed. Speak up please when it happens. The first one will do it while he’s telling you he loves you, he. does. not. love. you. leave. the second will just come out of left field, run away, I don’t care if you aren’t wearing shoes.

11. It’s okay to take social breaks and focus on yourself. Just remember to tell your friends what you’re up too so they don’t worry, they love you.

12. Your mental health is not something you need to hide or be afraid of. It’s become a part of you and it’s for sure not going anywhere soon. The right people will still accept you and more than that, love you.

13. Leave fuck boys alone, I DO NOT CARE HOW HOT THEY ARE. THEY ARE MEAN AND MOST OF THEM ARE NOT SMART.

14. Dating in your mid twenties sucks. period. that is all.

15. Stop buying wine glasses, the cats break them and you end up drinking out of coffee cups more than not.

16. The tribe of girlfriends you made in lincoln will literally never leave you. I have no idea how you got so blessed to find three different women who could not be any more different that get every single part of you. They know when you need pizza and wine, when you need a therapy session in the middle of the day and when you need a pep talk for whatever.

17. Parker, Brody and Cooper will make your heart explode with how smart, charming and funny they are. You won’t even know that you could love someone so much until you loved them.

18. Be proud of yourself, not many people have the work place experience you have. Be thankful for every single chance you are given to prove yourself. Remember the people who gave you said chances.

19. You will forget names of your dates, a lot because you don’t save phone numbers until you’ve decided you like someone.

20. You will go on a lot of dates that will be miserable, the older you get the more you don’t care. sometimes it’s okay to walk out of said dates.

21. I know that when you turn 22 you cannot get out of your own head. I know you’re thinking how easy it would be to end it all, I know that you’re thinking of the pills in the bathroom. I know that you know better. This phase of your life sucks, but you get the help you need. your friends save your life many times without even knowing they did it. I’m proud of you for not acting on your thoughts from your demons.

22. The friends you made in college are amazing and did not have to accept you, but they did. They loved you every time you fell in a mud puddle on game day, when you got your fake ID taken away, when you would play hide and seek on O Street and when you had that really cool walk of shame through a family easter egg hunt. just remember to tell them how much you love them.

23. Austin will follow you wherever you go, at first this bothers you. as time goes on you realize it’s what you really wanted. You don’t feel sad all of the time anymore, you think of him fondly and know how proud he would be of you. You’ll see a lot of bat logos when you first move to seattle and you’ll smile to yourself. He loves you, more than you ever knew.

24. The unexpected friends you make in seattle are the best kind of people. They will help you find your voice, you will do stupid things together and then you will do important things together. They’ll brag about you and you’ll brag about them. cherish the moments and the time with them, it doesn’t last forever.

25.Target will come out with $5 wine and you will think it’s a great idea. it is not, put the damn bottle back on the shelf.

26. You will be comfortable with yourself again. You will realize that you really are as brave as people tell you you are. You will love what you look like, dress like, how your soul feels-its a beautiful feeling.

You’ll come out stronger, you always do my love.

xoxo-rae

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