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madhatterbri · 3 months ago

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Test Drive | G.W.

Summary: i had this idea about a fic..... this post

Grayson waller x reader, smut, maybe? thinking about his thighs, idk.... idm plot other than maybe a not-yet-established relationship? up to you! just need more content for my favorite himbo 💚

Happy NXT Tuesdays, babes. ❤️

Requested by: @tidalwaves-things

Grayson Waller Masterlist

WWE Masterlist

Taglist: @magicalbuttertarts

You told yourself you weren't staring at your coworker's thighs as he sat next to you. This was just a mere observation of the results from the workouts Grayson always boasted about. His shorts would ride up his thighs while he leaned back in the cough at the bar. He wanted the attention and who was she to not give it to him? Besides, the darker ambiance of the room would surely cover her watchful gaze.

"You know I am going to start charging you soon," the Aussie teased. You looked up to see him staring at you. Caught red-handed, your cheeks burned. "You like what you see, darling?"

"No, Grayson, I was just checking out the results of those workouts you have with Theory," you lied. The embarrassment of being caught made your whole face burn. He would never let this go. The wrestler from Down Under loved to tease you.

Grayson gave you a puzzled look. "You sure? You seemed like you were pretty interested in my thighs."

"You just caught me thinking about work and nothing else."

"Work?" He asked and smiled. His forehead pressed to yours. You swore your ability to breathe was suddenly cut off. The flirty relationship between the two of you never went this far.

"Well, since you saw mine, you have to show me yours."

Grayson leaned against the doorframe of his hotel room. Shorts and nothing else covered his lanky body. His light eyes saw the woman he had been thinking about since they left the hotel bar.

Your head poked out of your hotel room. Cautiously, you looked up and down the hallway to make sure no one would see you go to his room. They were just friends, you insisted on the outside world, friends that just happened to have a flirty personality. So why would she be going to his room at midnight?

"Come on, lass," he told her. Grayson motioned his head towards his room. All the wrestlers on their floor were either at the hotel bar or sleeping in their rooms. No one would be bothering them in here.

Heat burned your cheeks. A couple of times your friends told the two of you to just screw already. Now it was going to happen. You made your way towards his room quickly. The wrestler moved out of the way. The door slowly came to a close behind him.

Back pressed against the wall, Grayson wasted little time. His kiss muffled the shocked squeak that came from you. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck. Fingers snaked in his brown hair.

You kissed down his body and dropped down to your knees. His shorts soon pooled at his feet as you lowered them down to the floor. Grayson enjoyed as you kissed and rubbed his thighs. Lost in the moment, he didn't remember when you started giving him head. Your head bobbed up and down on him. His hand was placed on the back of your head. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy as you relaxed your throat to accommodate him.

Each thrust of his hips pushed him further in your mouth. His other balled up to a fist against the wall. He swore he died and went to Heaven. Tonight was definitely worth a kick in the mouth by Jey Uso.

Grayson pulled you away. He had thoughts about this night since the two of you started talking. The last thing he wanted to do was finish too early. You stood up between him and the wall. Articles of your clothing littered the floor.

He led you to his bed. The reality of the situation started to settle in. Your flirty friendship was going to change forever after tonight. What if he regretted this?

All self-doubt flew out the window when his kisses peppered your inner thighs. Compliments and praises about your body fell from his lips like a prayer. His tongue licked between your folds as he thrust his fingers inside of you.

"Gray... Fuck, Gray, I'm..."

Your legs jerked around him as you reached your peak. He placed his forehead to yours. Their lips met as he came inside of you. The room once filled with their love making now void of any talking. Finally, you asked a question that had been burning you all night.

He pulled away. A part of you knew he would. The man was a tease in and out of the ring. He lined himself up at your entrance.

"You sure about this? We don't have to. I mean, I want to, but if you don't."

You were shocked that the once playful man was now serious. He had never acted like this before. "Grayson, now is not the time to be chivalrous."

He smiled and slowly thrusted inside of you. When you told him you were ready, he picked up the pace. You didn't know the reasoning behind your hesitation to do this. It was Grayson. The man who always made you laugh and listen to your problems. He continued to be sweet until he found a spot that made you moan louder.

"There it is," he pointed out with a smirk. Grayson moved his hips to hit your sweet spot. You moaned and placed your hand on his chest. You whined as your body picked up its speed towards your orgasm.

"Grayson," you whined.

"There it is, darling, I got you," he assured you. He placed his hands on your hips. Your body tightened around him as your orgasm started.

"What are we going to tell our friends?"

"We wanted to give this relationship thing a test drive. We just skipped a couple of dates and steps," he answered in a cheeky tone. "I rather liked my model."

#fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #grayson waller fanfiction #grayson waller fanfic #grayson waller x you

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sidewalk-dreamer · 2 months ago

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marauders & the raven boys! my favorite codependent friendgroups!

we truly need to be talking more about the raven boys/ marauders parallels… like i’ve seen a few people mention it in passing but there is so much more there than surface level similarities u don’t get it like i do!!!! so this is me taking matters into my own hands and talking about it :) let’s look at the main four boys of each and discuss!

(if u haven’t read the raven cycle yet do NOT read this yes i am talking to u specifically u know who u are… go read trc then come back okay ty)

james & gansey

born into comfort, into wealth, into high society. both come from intact families and neither has ever gone without love.

incredibly naturally charismatic. they collect interesting people to themselves and then refuse to let go. they are loyal and trusting to a fault.

glasses :)

hopeless romantics but also really bad at romance… james was so annoying that lily basically hated him for years. gansey accidentally called blue a prostitute the first time they talked. and yet despite fumbling so hard, they both landed girls so far out of their league? unfair.

a bit pretentious. maybe even more than a bit. neither of them is genuinely uppity or snooty, but they know how to put their airs to use when they must.

smart without hardly even trying. school comes easy to them, but both love a challenge. james canonically spends a lot of time practicing intense, extracurricular magic. gansey tries to solve a thousand year old myth. jocks with special interests!!

also just. jocks.

dumb as shit at times. accidentally hurt the people close to them kind of a lot, without even trying to.

neither really knows who they are when they are alone.

the first time we meet each of them, we already know they die young <3

sirius & ronan

also born into wealth, but neither fits into it the way gansey and james do.

messy families. and not just for the drama; sirius has the whole incest thing, and ronan has the whole his-mom-was-actually-literally-dreamt-up-by-his-dad thing, which is like… messy.

they hate their brother(s), but would literally die for them.

they’d actually die for any of their friends.

both look tough and scary (and can be so when necessary), but are also just like emo nerds. they know latin for some reason.

reckless, chaotic. the type to act first and think later. will charge headlong into danger for the fun of it.

the dog thing! sirius is a literal dog at times. ronan was called gansey’s dog by kavinsky, and he neither denies nor resents the implications of that. even gansey admits kavinsky had a point there.

jealous with their friendships. they don’t want to have to share the people they love.

had massive crushes/ were like fully in love with their respective boyfriends for so long before they ever made a move. both thought they were subtle about it. literally everybody knew.

remus & adam

physically they are like… the exact same to me. too tall, too lanky, covered with freckles and scars. neither has any idea how attractive they really are.

rough childhoods, like, physically. remus dealt with transformations every month, and adam had to deal with his father’s anger every day.

the outsider. they come from a different world than the other boys, and are absolutely conscious of that fact. they care a lot more about these differences than the rest of their friends do.

stubborn. they don’t want to accept help, they might not even know how to. vulnerability is dangerous, and admitting weakness is like admitting failure.

probably the smartest, but because they have to actually work for it. they cannot afford to fall behind. where their friends coast or simply don’t care, they work their asses off. they could thrive academically, but their circumstances make it a lot harder for them to do so.

always tired. too many bills to pay all the time.

both are pretty much literal forces of nature. remus is controlled by the moon. adam offers himself over to the control of the forest.

they each think they are unloveable. literally all their friends have had a crush on them at some point.

peter & noah

NO IM NOT DOING THIS ONE NOT TO MY DEAREST DARLING DEAD NOAH. well… i’m kinda doing it. i don’t want to talk too much about them personality wise, bc where i am partial to a fanon peter-never-betrays-them-and-is-the-funniest-and-most-diva-of-them-all interpretation, canonically i hate him and he sucks.

there definitely can be some character similarities between them… both are furthest from the group, in a way. peter was called once more of a follower than a friend of the rest of them. noah, noah was more when he was alive. the whole ghost thing makes it hard for him to fit in at times :(

HOWEVER what i DO really want to talk about is how noah and peter are direct narrative foils !!!!!! this is my favorite thing! look at it this way:

james died because of peter’s selfishness. gansey lived because of noah’s sacrifice.

really, the whole plot of both series is directly influenced by peter and noah. if not for peter, james wouldn’t have died. harry would never have to be known as the boy who lived. if not for noah, gansey would have died the first time. he would have stayed dead the second time.

noah, to me, is what peter could have been. we don’t know what made peter betray his closest friends; but i think it must have been out of desire for glory or honor. i mean, he was a gryffindor, but he sure as hell wasn’t brave. perhaps he got sick of living in the shadow of his friends. he can’t have betrayed them simply because he was forced to do so; he was the one who actively brought voldemort back. why would he do so, if not to try and prove that he was greater than james, than sirius, than remus? he had something he wanted to prove.

however, noah? noah accepts his non-life in the shadows. we know it hurts him, being less than when he was alive, and while he might be jealous of gansey, ronan, and adam at times, he never resents them. he makes the ultimate sacrifice when he chooses to give himself up for gansey. he quietly slipped from time, and received the opposite of honor and glory. his every memory was forgotten. but, for love of his friends, he did it anyways. he didn’t need anything, besides the knowledge that the rest of them could live. he is the best of them all.

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wow okay! i said a lot but also not nearly enough. i could talk for so long about all these boys… also! fanon peter get behind me idc! i know i went on this whole rant about canon peter but let it be known that i can and i will reject canon whenever i like! so to me, noah is alive and well and peter is just like him. i miss them both. i miss them all!

(last little note! though there are so many similarities between each of the boys, blue is not comparable to any of the girls… she’s all her own person, she’s all blue. i think she’d like that)

#marauders era #the raven cycle #the raven boys #her raven boys #james potter #richard gansey #sirius black #ronan lynch #remus lupin #adam parrish #peter pettigrew #noah czerny

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signanothername · 4 months ago

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Hi! For the ask game, can you please do Epic with numbers 4, 5, 12, and 21/22? (Or if you don't write, for art, how you characterize Epic if/when drawing him and how you think of his character?)

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Jojo’s Bizarre adventure

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave - Will Wood

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

That he acts dumb in front of many people that people genuinely believe he’s dumb, then someone who actually knows Epic on a more personal level will come and adress him as “doctor” and the people who genuinely believe he’s dumb have their whole world fucking shattered

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

I haven’t written fics for Epic specifically, but when I try to write him for comics, I usually try to balance the humor of his character with his more serious side, I haven’t done many comics for him yet, so I can’t say I have my thoughts ordered yet, but I would really love to explore his relationship with Epic!Gaster and his brother, as well as his whole AU too, and how that plays out into how he deals with people in general

As well as explore how his artificial eye and nightmares affected him mentally and emotionally, I’d even absolutely love to have him interact with Nightmare on that front

I love to think of Epic as the type of guy who acts dumb, acts like an imbecile, and legit makes people think he’s an oblivious idiot, who wouldn’t know how to hurt a fly, when in reality he’s far more intelligent and far more powerful than people really realize or give him credit for, which is something that Epic himself wishes for, especially on the front of “never hurt a fly”, because Epic struggles mentally when it comes to his power vs his morality, and he wants the idea of never being able to hurt a fly to be true for himself, even when his power negates that

It’s the imbalance between mental and emotional needs and the physical reality Epic is stuck in if that makes sense

I also really love to think he isn’t one for fights, he usually prefers talking a situation down and solving things peacefully, in part because he’s aware of how powerful his magic is and is scared he’ll hurt someone he didn’t intend to hurt, and in part because he generally hates fighting when Epic!Gaster forced him to in his experiments

Epic generally loves people and loves to be social, he’s extroverted, and finds his joy in making friendships, he’s really chill to be around and he’s genuinely kind and helpful, but he’s also not to be messed with, if Epic truly couldn’t solve a situation peacefully, he will absolutely use force (which then plays into his morality struggles), but at the heat of the moment, he forgets his morals, especially when someone messes with his friends or family, you fuck around, you find out

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

I honestly haven’t read many fics that have Epic in them aside some chromatic crew ones, and I just generally really love when he’s shown to be a reliable friend <33333

As for what I don’t like, I can’t really think of any (could be cause I haven’t read many fics surrounding him zhhxgxhz)

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Character ask game

#anothers ask #character ask game

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boylied · 1 month ago

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Animorphs Book Club- The Alien

Sorry I’m a bit late for this one. It’s been a crazy week (I was on five planes within the span of four days) and I haven’t even been online for most of it. But we finally get an Ax book. I remember being so intrigued by him and never having any Ax books of my own. I finally found them at a library. It was not enough time to figure him out. Let’s try again now that I my brain is finished forming.

I love that aliens across media are always stunned at how much water Earth has. In a universe where sentient life has popped up all over, a water planet is still remarkable?

I have mentioned before that I was a parentified eldest child. As such, I really don’t vibe too much with Ax’s viewpoint around Elfangor. But I think this small scene between the brothers is so cute. I can’t help but think about when the Ellimist plucked Elfangor from Earth and, when trying to convince him to return to the war, the Ellimist used Ax’s existence as fodder. Elfangor returned, in part, to be with Ax and protect him. And we were robbed of getting to see the brothers together.

I love the diary entries.

“I would have liked to have Tobias’s DNA, but that was not possible,” Cute.

I love the whole trope of a bunch of kids trying to show an alien their human society, only for it to go horribly wrong. But this is the only example I can think of where we get to see it from the alien’s POV. I love the dramatic irony. But also, Ax is losing his mind over movie theater popcorn and candy. I just know a bowl of gumbo would kill him.

“Rachel is a true warrior,” I know that’s right

Chekhov’s rattle snake.

First instance of Ax calling Tobias his Bestie. I know he thinks being besties would mean having no secrets, but he does not really that All middle school friendships involve secrets and drama.

Jake’s fury at the fact that Ax withheld information for him specifically to manipulate him into destroying the kandrona. Fast forward to endgame when Jake keeps Rachel’s solo mission secret specifically to prevent the others from putting a stop to it. Presently, Jake says “you don’t know a thing about [humans].” So I ask, does Jake eventually lose his humanity? Or is Jake the one who doesn’t humans?

KA Applegate does Who’s On First?

It’s funny thinking about what things Ax describes for us versus what things he assumes we know. He takes the time to explain that the Andalite sky has anywhere from two to four moons. But he never bothers to lay out how he eats (until -for character arc reasons- he is forced to explain to the animorphs later). He mentions that books seem more advanced than computers to the Andantes, but thinks that the program he found in Marco’s house is a children’s game.

Part of what’s fun with these books is figuring out what’s going on when the narrator isn’t around. What’s fascinating here is that we know that Ax is keeping secrets, and the Animorphs now know that he’s actively keeping secrets, not just being mysterious. And now we see Tobias come talk to Ax alone. And then Marco. And then Cassie. And it’s like, they’re really getting together aside and being like, Who is the best one for the job? Who’s gonna get him to open up?”

The Hork Bajir have a bio clock that sets them warring every 62 years? I did not remember this little fact. But I was always interested in the world building aspect of the series (Work-Bajir chronicles was my Favorite book). And now I’m thinking this was definitely a design by the Arn to keep control over the population and distract them in case they ever got brave.

“Cassie has talent. Morphing does not happen to be my talent.” Ax is so funny because he is clearly a good fighter. But he has admitted that he didn’t pay attention during school. He doesn’t remember much about xenobiology, or the more advanced sciences (by Andalite standards), never cared for art, isn’t that good at morph control. He only cared about fighting and being like Elfangor. And because we’re human readers, we click more with the Animorphs and think of Ax as this advanced, alien being who is more advanced than humans, but in reality, they got saddled with the Andalite version of the middle school jock. Omg- Ax is Jake this explains so much.

The communications between Ax and his home planet is just *chef’s kiss*. We get to see him relieved and emotional to just see another Andalite. We get to see him go back to normal operations, giving his report and finding comfort in the familiar. We get to see him admit the uncomfortable, and vehemently defend both Elfangor’s actions and the humans as a whole. Ax being bullied and pressured by an older, well respected Andalite into lying and taking the blame (apparently this call will NOT be recorded for training and quality purposes). And we see the very beginning of Ax getting radicalized.

Also, I get that it’s devastating to lose your eldest son. But you hear from your long lost son, who you didn’t know for certain was alive. He tells you his brother died, and your immediate response is “well you better go get his killer, kid.” Stone cold Pops. I get that it’s tradition, but it’s giving shot gun wedding vibes.

Also love seeing more insight into Yeerk society. They’re parasitic slugs, but they’re capable of love and relationships. Is this their own capabilities? Or a byproduct of their hosts? I seem to remember that their reproductive cycle includes self destruction to create the next generation? So I doubt their biology would evolve to include romantic love or familial feelings. So my hunch is that Yeerks can develop friendships and share bonds with each other, but they only grow to develop romance and family after taking hosts that have that biological urge (Visser 1 being the most prominent).

Once again, Cassie’s the goat. This whole deal with Seerow’s Kindness gets me itchy. My memory is fuzzy but it’s taken what- roughly 70-80 years for the Andalites to go from kind space explorers to traumatized, walled off space cops. When I was younger I thought this was such a good story for children. You start off kind, someone betrays you, and you close yourself off to prevent it from happening again while beefing with your ex. It ruins your next relationship (the Hork-Bajir). And then someone else comes along and finally teaches you how to love again. That love and healing is more powerful than fear and secrets. But now that I’m older, I realize that most adults haven’t grasped this concept either.

I wonder how many would have lived if they had just mercy killed Alloran.

But of course we end with a PSA on unity across species and the pursuit of freedom. Lovely.

Also shout out to @emeraldmew for the comparison “Apparently more than you, you CLOD.”

#gumbo #other things that would kill ax include #lemon chicken piccata #a hot Cheeto #Turkish coffee #everyone falls in love with Earth #rip Derane #animorphs book club #cassie #jake berenson #marco #rachel berenson #tobias #aximili esgarrouth isthill #8

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misc-obeyme · 1 year ago

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for the event thingy.. barbie x (your mc or just generic mc depending on what youre comfortable with) !!! authors choice but i do have a very strong preference towards hurt/comfort

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Hello there, 🐈‍⬛ anon!

I apologize for the wait on this. I went back and forth for a bit. I couldn't decide if I wanted to actually use my MC or not... but then I had ideas for a general MC, so I ended up doing that lol. However, I admit that I've never written anything involving Ciaran headcanon style. Maybe I should? I've also never posted any writing featuring Ciaran on this blog. I dunno, if people want to see it, maybe I will. They do have their whole own story. ANYWAY, I quite liked writing this one but as usual I am Barb biased lol and I went with hurt/comfort!

Thanks for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Barbatos

Warnings: none

There was a time long ago when Barbatos let himself be unrestrained. It was a path that led only to heartache, so he closed himself off. By the time you arrive in his life, he is used to being in the background. He's used to helping, to supporting, to observing, never stepping into the spotlight himself or only at the request of others. You fascinate him, just like you fascinate every demon you seem to come across, but he's content to watch you from afar. He will indulge himself with tea party invitations and learning your favorite foods, but always he keeps that distance between you.

Sometimes Barbatos wonders what would happen if he was more proactive in his feelings for you. At night, when the world is sleeping, he thinks about having you there in his arms. He thinks about how full his heart would feel with you there, snugly pressed against him, slow sleeping breaths and a soft heartbeat. It's painful when he snaps back to his reality - his empty room, alone without you. It's at these times that he considers things like a confession or simply a way to indicate to you that his feelings extend beyond friendship.

Barbatos always shuts that down come morning. When he's bustling about the castle, working to look after the Young Master, preparing for another day at RAD, fulfilling all of his butler duties, it's easier to push all those thoughts and feelings aside. He can focus on who he knows he is, who he chose to be, holding it all in so he can be the very best at his job. There's too much for him to do and he finds he doesn't have time to worry about such silly things as feelings. And anyway, he's always been happy with helping you from a distance. He still gets to see you, to watch you flourish, to spend some time with you. It's more than enough.

But it isn't. And he knows it. And he doesn't admit that to himself until he starts to notice some little things. They don't pass him by, not for a second, because he notices everything about you. That's why he sees it the instant there's something new in your eyes when you look at him. He hears the change in your voice when you speak his name - it's become softer, more profound. These are subtle things and he watches them for a time before you make some bolder choices.

One day you show up at the castle unexpectedly with some tea for him. The little Ds usher you into the kitchen where you blush and stammer your way through presenting him with your gift. He smiles at you and accepts it graciously. He's about to offer to make some for you, but you run away like a startled deer - to nervous to stay with him anymore. His reaction to this episode is complicated. He had noticed your change, but this…

Barbatos agonizes over what to do next. He never once suspected, in all those lonely nights of longing for you, that you might end up returning his feelings. But he can't deny it now. The sweet blush on your face, the way you couldn't meet his eyes, and when you practically sprinted out of the kitchen, it was all too much for him to ignore. He couldn't just pretend he didn't know anymore. And his own heart wouldn't stop thudding whenever he thought of your smile.

In the end, Barbatos chooses to confess to you. Your own nervousness indicates to him that you might not be very likely to confess to him. And now that he knows how you feel, he finds himself unexpectedly impatient. He's spent enough time pining after you, even if you weren't aware of it. He doesn't want you to have to pine for him, not when there is no reason for it. He wants to see you safe and happy in his arms.

It's a simple statement. He loves you with all that he is, MC. He loves you more than he ever thought possible. Please tell him that you feel the same. Please tell him that he interpreted your feelings correctly. Tell him that you'll let him hold you, that you'll let him listen to the beating of your heart. If you say yes, Barbatos will never hold back from you again.

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sprunkimortality · 6 months ago

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could we perhaps know what everyone thinks of Simon? :O

Oren: "He's my bro, brah. Always rooting for me. We're homies." Raddy: "A little too happy-go-lucky for me. I'd say it's probably fake, but somehow the guy keeps provin' me wrong." Clukr: "Ah yes. Simon has shown me time and time again that there are delegated times when I don't need to view anything in a critical perspective. In simpler terms, he taught me how to…have fun, per se. He was our main inspiration in creating Mr. Fun Computer and Fun Bot." Fun Bot: "Simon knows how to keep up on the dance floor! It's almost impressive!" Vineria: "Simon's got a bright aura. I let him talk to my flora babies at home. They vibe with him too."

Gray: "…Simon's nice." Brud: "Me friend! Simon friend! He play tag with me!" Garnold: "He's the whole reason why our children exist. I owe it to him for being just an awesome guy! And for helping Clukr destress himself sometimes. He really needs to do that." OWAKCX: "Simon…! Hoohoo, oh, I- I can't thank him e-enough! He- he's the r-reason why I'm n- not starving, a- along with V- Vines. E- Even though I- I stole from th-their food, he…h-he forgave me. H- he was nicer to me than anyone I've m- met outside of S- Smalltowne…" Sky: "I don't get how a grown-up can be more like a little kid than me. But Simon's not exactly a bad guy. A little lame at worst, but he treats me nice. Plus, he plays games with me whenever he comes over to babysit me. I know I'm a grown-up and I don't need babysitting, even though Dad says I'm still pretty young, but that's literally the only reason why I deal with him being my babysitter."

Mr. Sun: "Our one and only Friendliest! He was always the golden heart of this town, ever since he was a Sprunkling! Ohh…this takes me back! I could cry!" Durple: "He's quite the character, that Simon! The beaming star of Smalltowne! He does need a better fashion sense though…he dresses like a toddler." Mr. Tree: "I remember when me and Mr. Sun first found him as a young Sprunkling…the poor thing was all by himself. No parents or guardians around, no. But he was smiling. Laughing with us without a care in the world. He was and always will be our starshine." Tunner: "Kid's got impressive optimism, I'll give 'im that! He greets me every mornin' when I start my patrol duty, and I greet 'im back. Actually, he greets everyone in th' mornin', now that I think 'bout it. Huh. Nice of him to do that."

Mr. Fun Computer: "He's the funnest Sprunki I know! He absolutely loves it when I boot up any of my video games. He doesn't care how old they are, as long as they're fun! I'll admit, I do get a little competitive when playing Pong with him, though…but that just means it's never boring! So, win-win for us!" Wenda: "I've always wondered why he's so big on friendship. I mean, yeah, good friends are important, but like…he makes it his whole personality, sooo…uh, yeah. But like, I don't hate him or anything. He's just a little goofy." Pinki: "Simon is the sweetest friend anyone could ever ask for! He's also a regular at my bakery, and he picks the same item; my delicious strawberry cupcakes, with extra sprinkles! Those are his favorite! It makes me flattered, heehee~!" Jevin: "Simon is a star that shines so bright, fearless of the dangers of the dark night. He is blissful as can be, you see. One may also say naive. And yet, he remains an inspiration of this town, with his beaming joy that screams so loud."

Black: "May I be frank? I'll just say it- I FUCKING HATE SIMON. Pardon my language, but he's just so damn ear-grating and…and corny! He talks to people like we're all children! Fuck Simon. I can't stand Simon. Look- h-he isn't an asshole, but��ugh. Being near him gives me a damn migraine." Saves: "Hmmm…the yellow one, yes? With the pointy horns? He's a sweet one…he loves it when I tell him my stories, or when we sit down and have tea together. Ah, I recall now. He was the one who gave me this…star-shaped earring. I don't know where the other pair is, but I cherish it nonetheless." Ciqu: "...my opinion on him is...mixed, for certain reasons. For one, allow me cite the property damage incident." Sprinkles: “He’s such a fun friend! I feel like I can connect with him and we have a lot in common!" Calvin: “He’s cool. He knows how to take a joke and he makes me laugh sometimes.” (edit 12/8/24: x need to stop forgetting Ciqu 😭/lh)

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castiel x reader

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Sam and Dean. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since they are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 4,088

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

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Chapter 10: It’s A Terrible Life

POV: Y/n

My alarm goes off at 6:00 and I get up happily. I go to my kitchen and start to make my breakfast of eggs, bacon, and grapes. I turn on my favorite song.

Oh!

Ohhhh, yeeeh

I used to think maybe you loved me now baby I'm sure

And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door

Now everytime I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down

'Cause I just can't wait till you write me you're coming around

I'm dancing around the kitchen and having so much that I don’t notice the time. “Crap I'm going to be late.”

I'm walking on sunshine, wooah

I'm walking on sunshine, woooah

And don't it feel good!

I walk in the coffee shop to get my boss's order with a smile on my face. “Hey brain, how's it going?” ” It’s going good Y/n, the regular” “You know it!” I said back to him I got the coffee, and I went on my way to my job.

I enter the building quickly, being five minutes away from being late. I walk calmly over to Mr. Alder’s office and knock on his door. “Come in” I hear from the other side and enter the room. “Good morning Mr. Alder, here is your black coffee with two sugars and two creamers.” I said placing the coffee down. “Aww thanks sweetheart you're the best secretary in the world.” For some reason a small chill went up my spine when he called me sweetheart. “No problem, it is my job, do you need anything else?” “Nah all you need to do is sit there and be pretty I'll call you if I do though.” With that comment I walked back to my desk.

It was lunchtime and I went to the break room to make a sandwich. My work bestie Lyndsey comes up to me. “Ugg, I swear if Mr. Carson makes me do his basic paperwork one more time, I might commit murder.” “Ha ha right.” “Oh, you have nothing to complain about, you have the top secretary spot in the company, and you've only been here for a month.” “I don’t know, all I have to do is just sit there. I get pretty bored to be honest.” “Oh, to be bored, I envy thee. Did you see Mr. Smith this morning so hot right?” She said, biting her lip. “Uh I don’t know.”

“Girl, are you blind whatever, did you have any more dreams about Mr. Businessman.” “You're just going to make fun of me.” “No, totally not.” I sighed looking into my coffee. “This time I was in a carpark, and I was hurt, and I hugged him, and he hugged back.” “Ohh did it go beyond hugging.” She said, raising her eyebrows up and down. “No no it’s nothing like that, it feels like a friendship.” “Ugg boring.” “You said you wouldn't make fun.” “I'm not, it's just my opinion.” Sometimes Lindsey could be a bitch that’s why she’s my work bestie.

I ran towards the elevator and yelled out for whoever was in there to hold it. “Thanks.” “No problem.” Mr. Smith and I think the other guy’s name was Sam. The three of us were just standing listening to the elevator music before Sam asked us a question. “Do I know you two?” Sam asked us. “Um I don’t think so, Sorry.” I responded. “I don't think so.” “I'm sorry, guys, you just look really familiar.” “Save it for the health club, pal.” With that Mr. Smith walked out of the elevator quickly. “Have a good night, Sam.” I told him. “You too?” “Y/n” “Right Y/n goodnight.”

I got home and got ready for bed and thought about Sam’s question. He did kind of look familiar even though I hadn’t really met him before. Oh well with that I went off to sleep.

The next morning I woke up feeling groggy and my head was filled with my dreams from the night before and I think I saw Mr.Smith and I think Sam in them. Which is really weird because I barley known them and what we were doing was hunting monsters so like what the hell?!

I walked down to Lynsey’s office because she was not in the break room for our daily coffee talk. When I go into her space, she is working hard which she never does. “Lyndsey? Lyn? Why don’t you take a break huh?” I go to touch her shoulder, but she does not take that well. “Don’t touch me Y/n! I don’t have time to sit around all day like you!” I was surprised because yeah, we weren't besties 24/7 but we wouldn't seriously insult each other. “Look Lyn I don’t know what’s wrong but whatever it is I can help you.” “No, you can’t! Just leave me alone. I have to work work…” She said drifting off not looking back at me.

I go to heat up my lunch, but the microwave is busted. “Oh, come on.” I went to the tech floor knowing that was the closest microwave to me. The elevator dings and I walk into a huge crowd of people around the break room, the reason being that a body was being rolled out. I look around and see Sam and Dean again.

Now what the hell is happening. As I sit down, I get a call. “Hello, this Mr. Alders-” “This is Mr. Smith I need you in my office now.” He hangs up and I put the phone down. I walk to his office, and I walk in, and Sam is in here too. “Am I in trouble?” I said because so far this is weird. “No no you're not. Just sit down.” Mr. Smith gestured to the chair, and I did. “Ok so this is going sound weird, but do you believe in ghosts?” Mr. Smith asked, and I was expecting a smile after that, but one didn't come. “He he, I'm sorry ghosts, is there a camera somewhere?” “No, unfortunately not Y/n he’s being serious.” Sam said, looking at me.

“Ghosts? What the Hell are you talking about?” “Okay, listen. What if these suicides aren't suicides? I mean, what if they're something not natural?” “So, what, ghosts are real? And they're responsible for all the dead bodies around here? Is that what you're telling me?” “That’s what Sam and I have concluded, yeah.” “Based on what? Delusion.” I said not believing what I was hearing. “No, Instinct.” “Instinct I think I have the same one.” Now remembering the dreams. “Really?” They both said at the same time.

“Yeah, I've been having these dreams with you guys in it, and we were killing monsters also I saw a businessman.” “Businessman didn’t see him but yes to the ghosts and the monsters.” Sam said. “So, you're telling me that your guy's dreams are special visions and you're some kind of psychics’?” “No. I mean, that would be nuts. I'm just saying something weird is definitely going on around here, right? So, I've been digging around a little.”

“Yeah, I agree with him.” I backed Sam up. Sam pulled at some papers. “I think I found a connection between the two guys.” He explained. “You broke into their email accounts?” “Nice Sam” I compilated him. “Thanks Y/n, I used some skills that I happen to have to satisfy my curiosity.” “So, it turns out Ian and Paul both got this same email telling them to report to HR, room fourteen forty-four.” “HR's on seven.” “Exactly.” “Should we go check this out?” “Like right now?” “No. No, it's getting late. You're right.” “I am dying to check this out right now.” “Right?” “Me too” I added, and we went on our way to room fourteen four-four.

We walk closer to the room, and we hear a man screaming. Sam kicked the door in, and we rushed in, and the man was under a shelf. We go to try to lift it off as we do. I look behind an old man standing there, and he flings Dean back. He walked to Sam with a sparky hand, and I had the thought to grab a wrench and hit him and he disappeared with that. Dean walks over and we lift the shelf off the man. “How'd you know how to do that?” They asked me. “I have no idea.”

Dean’s apartment was thankfully close. “Holy crap, Guys.” Dean said, referring to what just happened to us. “Yeah. I could use a beer.” Sam said. “Yeah, put me down for one too.” “Oh, sorry, Guys. I'm on the Cleanse. I got rid of all the carbs in the house.” “Hey. How the hell did you know that ghosts are scared of wrenches?” They ask me. “Crazy, right? And nice job kicking that door too. That was very Jet Li. What are you, like a black belt or something?” “No. I have no clue how I did that. It's like...we've done this before.” “What do you mean, before? Like Shirley MacLaine before?” “No. I—I just can't shake this feeling like I—like I don't belong here. You know? Like I should do something more than sit in a cubicle.” “I think most people who work in a cubicle feel that same way.”

“No. Well, look, it's more than that. Like, I don't like my job. I don't like this town. I don't like my clothes. I don't like my own last name. I don't know how else to explain it, except that...it feels like I should be doing something else. There's just something in my blood. Like I was destined for something different. What about you? You ever feel that way?” “I don't believe in destiny. I do believe in dealing with what's right in front of us, though.” “What about you Y/n.”Dean asked me. “I feel the same as I make my own future.” “All right, so, what do we do now?” Sam asked, which was a good question cause what the hell do you do in this situation? “We do what I do best, Sammy, N/n. Research.” “Okay. Did you just call me Sammy?” “And me N/n?” “Did I?” “I think you did. Yeah. Don't.” “Yeah, please don’t” “Sorry.” He goes to sit at his laptop.

“Oh, jackpot.” “What you got?” Sam and I walked over to Dean. “I just found the best site ever. Real, actual ghost hunters.” “Oh wow, cool!” I said sitting next to Dean. “These guys are genius. Check it out.” “Instructional videos.” Sam pointed out. Dean hits play “We know why you're watching.” These two guys were in lab coats in front of a table. “You've got a problem.” “A ghost problem.” “A ghost-related problem. A ghost—it's like a ghost-adjacent pr—it's like a problem that's—and the ghost is—” “Whatever. You've come to the right place. The only decent place, really, because the Ghostfacers know how to solve it.” “Period.” “Watch and learn.” “See, the first step in any supernatural fight:” “Figure out what you're up against.” Both of them said together.

I went onto the computer and looked up the company’s history. There was a picture of an old man next to the article. “That's him. That's the ghost.” Dean pointed out over my shoulder. “P. T. Sandover. Died 1916. Devoted his life to his work. No wife, no kids.

The article text visible next to the picture reads "Office 1444 was considered to be the center of the company's operations, with Sandover himself overseeing all details of any construction project the company undertook. / Considered to be a difficult person to work for, P.T. Sandover had an exceptionally high standard of quality, often marching onto construction sites and halting all work until he personally inspected each aspect of the structure. Aiming for perfection is perhaps why the Sandover legacy is so impressive, dominating the industry with the scale and scope of its projects.” “Used to say he was the company, and his very blood pumped through the building.” Sam read. “Wow, okay. So slight workaholic. Maybe he's still here, you know, watching over the company, even killing for it.” Dean theorized.

“Plus, turns out this isn't the first time people started killing themselves in the building. 1929.” “Yeah, but lots of guys jumped off lots of high rises that year.” “How many companies had seventeen suicides?” I added in. “Phew. Okay, so P. T. Sandover, protector of the company. His ghost wakes up and becomes active during times of grave economic distress.” “Well, I mean, the worst time we've seen since the Great Depression—” “Is now. Yeah, now sucks. My portfolio's in the sewer. I don't even wanna talk about it.” “So Sandover's helping the bottom line—” “By zapping some model employees.”

“Yeah. I mean, Ian and Paul. It was like he turned them into different people.” “Perfect worker bees, exactly. So devoted to the company that they would commit hara-kiri if they failed it.” “Oh my gosh Lyndsey was acting like that. Now we abustley have to do this.” “One more interesting fact. The building wasn't always that high. Used to be fourteen floors. And the room where the ghost attacked, fourteen forty-four? Once upon a time, that was the old man's office.” Of course it was.

We went back to the Ghostbusters videos. “Once you've got that thing in your sights—” “You kill it.” Good to know. “Using special ghost-hunting weapons.” “First, salt. It's like acid to ghosts.” “Burny acid.” “Not LSD.” “No. It's a bad trip for ghosts. Next up, iron.” “That's why the wrench worked.” I concluded. “Pure power in your hand.” “Dissipates ghosts instantly.” “Next little trick. We learned this from those useless douchebags—” “That we hate.” I wonder who pissed them off so much. “The Winchesters. Well, except for the sister who was nice to us, she was also hot.” “Yeah hot.” He looked off like he was thinking about this woman. “Uhh right back to the ghosts. Gun.” “Shotgun shell. Pack it up with fresh rock salt.” “Very effective.” “Very effective.” “Winchesters still suck ass, though. But the sister.” “Affirmative. Suckage major. But the sister.”

We pack two duffels of iron pokers and salt. “Where do we even get a gun?” Dean questioned. “Gun store?” “Isn't there like some kind of waiting period or something?” “I think so.” “Well, how in the hell—” “I don't know. Seems pretty impossible, honestly.” “Right.” I mean who can just get guns on a whim.

Back to the video. “The aforementioned super-annoying Winchester douchenozzles but the sister also taught us this one other thing. You have to burn the remains.” “Okay, this next part gets a little gross. Sometimes you might have to dig up the body. Sorry.” Eww “It's illegal in some states.” “All states.” “Possibly all states.” I look up where our body is buried. “Sandover was cremated.” “What? So what do we do now?” “Now, if the deceased has been cremated—” “Don't panic.” “Don't panic.” “Just gotta look for some other remains.” “A hair in a locket, maybe. Fingernails. Baby teeth.” “Milk teeth.” “Genetic material. You know what we're talking about.” “Go find it.” “Godspeed.”

I am terrified to go back but Lynsey is under this ghost’s spell I guess, and she needs help so here I am back in this cursed building. We entered the elevator. “Set your cell phone to walkie-talkie in case we get separated.” Dean commented. We go to search in the old man’s office Sam, and I are searching the desk when we get found out by the security officer. “What the hell are you doing here?” He asks us.”Uhh, a new cleaning service.” I responded back trying to not get us arrested. “Yeah right. Come with me.” He grabs the both of us. “Man, listen. Look. It's okay. We- we work here.” Sam tried to explain. “Whatever. Tell it to the cops.” He drags us to the elevator.

We awkwardly stand there when there is a cold spot when the elevator absurdly stops. Sam and I look at each other knowing what was going on. The guard goes to use his emergency key to open the door. “Well, come on.” Something makes an ominous sound. Sam and I are thinking the same thing Hell to the no. “Last time this happened, it took them two hours to get here.”

“Let’s just wait here I think I might have some uno cards on me.” They both look at me like your crazy girl. The guard Shimes through the door and he turns around to us. “Seriously, we’ll wait.” “Look, I don't have the rest of my life.” As he was saying the doors slam shut oh his body. And we get sprayed in blood. “Hey. You guys, okay?” Dean asked through the phone. “We’ll call you back.”

We regroup at the main lobby. “Whoa. That's a lot of blood.” “Yeah, we know” “Right. So, uh, in there.” Dean gestured to the display of P.T. gloves. “P. T. Sandover's gloves.” “Yeah, how much you wanna bet there's a little smidge of DNA in there? You know, like a fingernail clipping or a hair or two? Something.” “Sweat.” I added in. “So, you ready?” Sam asks us. “I have no idea.” “Me neither.” “Me too.” The boys hit the glass, but Mr. Old man shows up. All three of us hit him with the iron pickers. “Oh. Nice.” He reappears and he flings the boys back. “Dean! Sam!” P.T. is about spark them. I scramble to get the lighter. “Sorry I'm forcing you into retirement.” I said as I lit up the gloves. And he lights up like a Christmas tree and vanishes. "That was amazing.” “Right? Right?”

Dean hands me the first kit and I'm patching up Sam. “Wow you're really good at Y/n.” “Yeah, I don’t know, I've always been good at it, thanks.” “Man, I gotta tell you, I've never had so much fun in my life.” Dean said sitting next to us. “I feel the same and I thought the bachelor was the craziest thing in my life.” “Was a hell of a workout too, wasn't it?” “Yeah, you can say that again.” “We should keep doing this.” Sam says very seriously. “I know.” Dean replied in a joking way when I was thinking about his words. “I mean it. There gotta be other ghosts out there. We could help a lot of people.” Sam went on with this. “Right, we'd be like the Ghostfacers.”

“No, really. I mean, for real.” “What? Like, quit our jobs and hit the road?” “Exactly.” “How would we live?” “You gotta be kidding me. How would we get by? With stolen credit cards? Huh? Eating diner food drenched in saturated fats? Sharing a crap motel room every night?” “That's all just details. What about you Y/n?” Sam asked me. “Uhh I don’t know Sam, this is a good job for me.” “Do you even like your Job I mean all you do is get Mr. Alder coffee! All right. Um. Confession. Remember those dreams I told you about with the ghosts? I was fighting them. With you guys. We were these, like, hunters, and we were friends. More like brothers and sister, really. I mean, what if that's who we really are? I mean, you saw us back there, working together. The ghost was scrambling people's brains. What if it scrambled ours?”

“Sam, that's a little insane.” “Is it? Think about it for just one second. What if we think this is our life, but it's not?” “Hey, man, the ghost is dead and we're still standing. I mean, I'm sorry, but—” Dean started to say. “Look, all I know is this isn't who we're supposed to be.” Sam stood his ground. “No. I'm Dean Smith, okay? Director of Sales and Marketing. I went to Stanford. My father's name is Bob, my mother's name is Ellen, and my sister's name is Jo.” And when he said that it felt so wrong. “When was the last time you talked to them? To any of them? And you Y/n?” “I don’t really have any family to talk to.” “See that’s what I'm talking about, cause I only moved here cause I just broke up with my fiancée, Madison. But I called her number, and I got a damn animal hospital.” I try to hold my laugh back at that line.

“Okay. What are you saying? Are you trying to say that my family isn't real? Huh? That we've been injected with fake memories? Come on.” Dean was getting irritated at this point. “All I know is, I got this feeling in my gut. And I know—I know that deep down, you gotta be feeling it too. We're supposed to be something else. You're not just some corporate douchebag and you Y/n are not just some pretty secretary that gets coffee. This isn't you Guys. I know you.” Dean answered. “Know me? You don't know me, pal. You should go.” I leave with Sam and stop him. “Look Sam, the girl you're describing sounds incredible but that’s just not me.”

The next morning, I was walking to Mr. Alder’s office with his coffee, and I was thinking about what Sam said last night. “Knock knock Come in.” I heard and I entered. “Here’s… your coffee.” I set it down and went to leave but he stopped me. “Mrs. F/l/n I would like to talk about something, sit down please.” So, I do. “Look I think you're an amazing employee and simply put I want you higher on the food chain.” I was a little bit shocked.

“You want me in a company position? Wow I'm flattered but are you sure?” “Yes, I am so sure that this would be your pay raise.” He writes down a number and slides it to me. My eyes widen like saucers. “That’s a whole lot more than now to keep me here.” “Well, you are worth it now you would have to work for it properly more than others because you are starting from a low level but in like fifteen years maybe ten it you could be it.” I look down at the number and think about it. “Now Mr. Alder I really appreciate it and I am totally thankful, but I will be giving in my notice.” Now he looks shocked.

“Please tell me this is a joke Y/n.” “No Mr. Alder I just realized that sitting in a desk for the rest of my life and getting coffee from other people is not for me. It's hard to explain. Um. It's just that this—this is—it's just—it's not who I'm supposed to be.” Mr. Alder smiles at that. “Y/n, Y/n, Y/n you and your brother are a lot alike.” “My brother? What are you talking about?” He walks over to me and touches my forehead and it was like the air had shifted and everything came flooding back.

“What the fuck? Am I wearing heels god my feet hurt.” Mr. Alder laughs at that. “You- did I—did I just get touched by—you're an angel, aren't you?” He nods. “I'm Zachariah.” “Fantastic. You want me to throw you a parade.” “I'm hardly a simple angel, Y/N. I'm Castiel's superior. Believe me, I had no interest in popping down here into one of these smelly things” “But after the unfortunate situation with Uriel, I felt it necessary to pay a visit. Get my ducks in a row.” “” Unfortunate situation” he almost killed me.”

“Well, you're not so you should be grateful.” “What the hell does not that even mean?” “It means that you're alive and hunting” “Is that what this little passion project of yours is for?” “Exactly you are a Winchester, hunting is in your blood, and you will help your brother stop the apocalypse.” “I am not just a helper.” “Of course, not but you will always be by your brother’s side, right?” “Yes but-” “perfect then you be on your merry way to your codependent brothers.” I start to walk out but I stop. “Zachariah angel or not I will stab you in the face if you ever call me sweetheart again.” And with that I slam the door behind me.

Hey oh, my gosh we have gotten to chapter ten like wow I just wanted to say thank you for reading and liking when I started, I just did for me and I'm so happy that others have liked this as much as I have! Also did anyone peak the song that Y/n was playing in the beginning. It was a little easter egg for a future character that I am so excited to get to. That Animal hospital joke of Madison gets me every time the angels went off with that one. If you like the originals, I started a Klaus x reader so yeah hope I see you over there see you next time!

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northerngoshawk · 2 years ago

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12, 21, 22 for the choose violence ask game 🔥

thanks for the ask, hotwife!!!

12. the unpopular character you like and why more people should like them

this is one i feel like kataang fandom in particular could use a little more work liking, if i'm being honest. actually, scratch that, i think everyone in fandom could use a little bit more work liking this character.

and that is... zuko.

not fanon zuko, mind you - canon zuko. because let's be honest, canon zuko is far less popular most people would want to admit. they hold up a woobified oc and claim that it's zuko, but fanon zuko is really just aang in zuko's body.

canon zuko, on the other hand, throws temper tantrums like a brat and is a racist, colonist piece of work. he's impulsive and reckless (in all the wrong ways) and berates everyone who's around him. he's crappy even to his friends and family, betraying his uncle for his sister and chasing after his perceived "honor," trampling everyone - even an extinct culture - underfoot.

so why do i like him? because of his friendship with aang.

i know a lot of kataangers dislike zuko because of how his stans scream his praises from the rooftops and demonize aang for things not even a thousandth of what zuko has done in canon. similarly, i know a lot of so-called zuko "fans" absolutely hate it when someone (rightfully) points out zuko's flaws in canon, hitting them with the "but he apologized for it!1!1!"

which... no.

instead, what i find beautiful about zuko is how his relationship with aang changed him, how his redemption arc was fueled in part because aang extended a hand of friendship out towards him. i also really, really enjoy delving deep into zuko's rightful guilt about being part of an imperialist nation, of helping his nation continue their conquest over the world, even if he didn't directly contribute to the air nomad genocide or fought as a soldier against the water tribes or the earth kingdom. and it's always aang, who should have more reason than most to hate zuko, who forgives zuko, and from that zuko learns how to heal and forgive himself and be better.

that's the zuko i like from atla. not the bad-boy, suave, blameless womanizer that fanon likes to uphold, but zuko, who has done wrong and will continue to do wrong, who will still stumble as he grows and learns, who may not ever unlearn some of the things he's been taught, but who will still try because his friends are right by his side and can help him back up when he falls... even if they have to call him out for it.

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

zuko's and azula's agni kai. i think everyone focuses on it because it involves two fire nation siblings duking it out.

even withholding the shipping lens, i've found that a lot of fandom tends to hyperfixate on the fire nation, from only exploring those characters to even explicitly defending them from anyone who points out they're an imperialist nation.

and we all know which ship fandom just loves that scene🙄

why not more love for aang vs ozai?? an epic battle betwee the last of an extinct nation and an imperial who wants to kill him off, a battle that was only won when aang held steadfast to his values as the last air nomad. in a world that told him he couldn't be both the avatar and the air nomad, he looked them in the eye and said, "i can, and i will."

and i think that's a beautiful message for everyone to hear.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

i'mma be honest, despite shipping kataang... i don't really consider myself a shipper. i don't tend to look at media through the lens of my favorite ship, so as a result, i sometimes feel almost... disconnected from the shipping community as a whole.

the most notable example of this being the balcony scene with aang and katara during The Avatar State. a lot of kataang shippers love that scene because it shows how worried katara is for aang, which is great! don't get me wrong, everyone has their own lens and they are valid... most of the time.

but for me, it was less about that and more about the conflict between aang as the avatar and aang as a person and what it means for katara. because if you think about it, when katara grew up, all she has ever heard was legends of the avatar, this godly deity who could singlehandedly stop the 100 year war - only to find that he was just a kid, like her.

so for me, that scene wasn't so much that she was telling aang that she loved him as it was that she was worried about losing aang, her friend, to aang the avatar. she was worried that in the process of trying to stop the war, he would lose his humanity, sacrificing it for the "greater good" - something something similar to how he didn't want to lose his heritage as an air nomad for the sake of victory something something parallels something something. i could go on, but this ask is already getting long, so i'mma stop it here for the sake of your and my sanity.

choose violence ask game

#northern answers #flameohotwife #ask game answer #also it's so nice to see you again hotwife!!#i've missed yoooouuuu <3

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kinetic-elaboration · 1 year ago

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February 29: Drawer Excerpts

Well I have given up on this week for sure! It's fine. It's fine! We're almost to the end.

In the spirit of giving up, I have decided to post some excerpts from my drawer fic. I may regret this because I do really like that all 100% of it is just mine and secret. But this will be without all the context (the context is crack btw). And I'm proud of some of these sections of characterization and would like to share them.

So, some favorite excerpts:

“Hey,” Jane greets her. She means to sound normal, but there’s real surprise, and real warmth too, in her voice. “I wasn’t sure if you were coming.”

“I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to,” she answers, looking down at her feet as they walk down the front path. “That’s why I didn’t ring the bell.”

Supposed to. As if she wasn’t the one who ran from the room. As if she had spent half the weekend wondering if Jane were mad at her. Jane’s always understood Daria instinctively, from that first history class sophomore year, when she gave her smart-ass description of Manifest Destiny and Jane just knew: the new girl was no ordinary brain. She had that snarky confidence that comes from not trying to be liked, the kind of outcast confidence that lands a person in self-esteem class, unflinching honesty and a hint of dark humor—no ordinary brain and no ordinary girl, but her type of girl. A girl she could invite over to her house on the flimsiest of pretexts, just so they could hang out. A girl she could communicate with through simple shared looks. A girl who saw her lonely, solitary afternoons and immediately offered spend them with me. The friendship was so easy and effortless.

Now for the first time Daria has walls up that not even Jane can peer over or knock down. She’s never found her so inscrutable. Even during the Tom thing, when she’d had that nagging, paranoid feeling all the time, like her best friend and boyfriend were sneaking around behind her back—even then, Daria had never shut herself off or run away. It’s a strange thought, now, that maybe this is what she seems like to other people all the time.

Daria’s fatal flaw is that she will shut herself off from any concept that her brain’s brain cannot comprehend. Like everything that happened last Saturday. Or the Tom stuff last year, until it boiled over and scalded her. She’ll tear the whole world apart when she understands what she’s looking at, when it’s not about her, but otherwise—avoidance city. She won’t ask and she won’t prod and she won’t even accuse, because all of that would be a sort of confession.

That’s how she can sit at the edge of Jane’s bed and flip through the channels and not say a word, even though the silence doesn’t feel like quiet between them normally does. More like stiff and awkward, like the type that used to wash over Daria every time she got within ten feet of Trent.

It was Jane. Jane, who had understood her so perfectly and so fast that she’d become Daria’s best friend within days. Jane, whose absence from her life would mean a return to the sort of abject loneliness she just can’t live through again, the acceptance of a permanently-solo life resigned to the collecting of glass animal figurines—and possibly real animals—in a small home slowly taken over by newspapers and stray fur. Jane, who she’s clung to so hard and needed so much that she even fell for the guy who fell for her. Sure, she and Tom have the same taste in books and movies and the same deadpan sense of humor, but more than anything, what they’d always had in common was Jane. They’d both gravitated to her from the start. Jane Lane, the coolest girl in the room.

Pairing off with each other and leaving her behind—she must have felt like the odd one out. But it was never like that at all.

It’s not like they’re making out in front of her or anything, but she almost wishes they were. In the face of their quiet, subtle intimacy, she feels like the worst sort of awkward third wheel. Once upon a time, she ran all the way to Ashfield to avoid even the possibility of this feeling, of finding herself in a situation like this: her ex so casually cozy with another person, with her best friend, right in front of her. The weirdest part is somehow Daria herself, though. Because she knows Tom from experience, the feel of his arms around her, the weight of him, his hand on her leg at the movies or holding her hand at the red lights when they’re out driving in his rust bucket of a car. She knows the ease of him, the normalcy of it. But she’d never fully accepted the idea that Daria could want to be held. Even less that she’d want to be the object of such casual possession, out in public, where just anyone could see.

#the year 2024 #2024: excerpt #anyway if this interests you tell me because i can be convinced to post #probably

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halflingkima · 1 year ago

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My Favorite Books of 2023

My book bracket did help me narrow down my actual favorites of the year. It wasn't an exquisite reading year, especially compared to the couple prior, but I did still read quite a few good books. I'll give mini-synopses and brief reviews below the cut, but I've also linked my storygraph reviews for each with their star ratings.

9. This Must Be the Place by Kate Racculia (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️): When Arthur's wife Amy dies suddenly, he finds himself in her hometown, boarding at the inn run by Amy's childhood best friend Mona and Mona's daughter Oneida.

This was just a right book, right time for me, I think. There's a lot going on in here about motherhood, [best, female] friendship, the selfishness of love, the nebulousness of personhood. I don't know if this would've hit as hard if my best friend hadn't just had a baby, but that's the beauty of it – I'll never know. There was also a focus on art and artistry that I really liked, and I'm a sucker for an ensemble cast. I also appreciated that even though there were intended "reveals" or "twists," they were written as more authentic secrets than as if trying to be a thriller.

8. The Refrigerator Monologues by Catherynne M. Valente (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️): From the afterlife, a group of women from popular superhero stories tell their sides of the tales.

This book is structured as a short story collection, but there's a worldbuilding throughline; the women are having a night together at a bar in the afterlife. I'm not a comic book fan, but even I could discern which characters were were talking around (mostly DC properties). It's more of an exploration than an outright critique of the fridged trope. After all, a character's death is always meaningful: How did she die? Did she deserve to? Was there any other choice? All these women died for valid, viable reasons, could only be saved at the expense of the world, but – that does not make them less of a person. Even as a mere creative writing exercise, I really enjoyed this one.

7. Die: Fantasy Heartbreaker by Kieron Gillen et al. (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️): A group of highschoolers in the 80s create a ttrpg that comes to life, literally disappearing into it for two years; now, when they're established adults with families of their own, they're summoned back.

Honestly kinda hard for me to justify putting a single volume of a comic collection on my favorites but... this slapped. As a D&D enjoyer, it brought the best elements of post fiction and RP together; the "real" characters are complex and rounded 40yos with families and lives, but they're as invested in their "PCs" as humanly possible – having had to actually be them for years. The second one went to kind of a weird place, so I reserve judgement on the series as a whole, but volume one is impeccable.

6. And Then I Woke Up by Malcolm Devlin (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️): An epidemic sweeps the world, manifesting in the infected people hallucinating that all non-infected are zombies; at a rehabilitation center, a cured man tells his story.

This one's hard to convey my thoughts about. The most powerful element in this book is the nuance – of morality, of belief systems, of perceived reality. This isn't strictly a zombie story, but it effectively utilizes the best parts of one to provide a sort of narrative foil to the genre. There's quite a lot of social commentary in the guise of perception-altering disease. I'm certain I didn't pin it all down with one read. Definitely on my re-read list.

5. Our Dreams at Dusk [quartet] by Yuhki Kamatani (⭐️|⭐️|⭐️|⭐️⭐️): When Tasuko Kaname fears he's been outed at school, he flees, contemplating suicide until a mysterious "someone-san" leads him to a community center full of peers and mentors.

I hunted this down on recommendation from Julia Drawfee and was impressed my library has it. I can't resist a short manga series and this is a beautiful one. Seeing as the majority of my manga reading days were in the 00s, I was expecting a subtler story & was extremely impressed by the nuance and diversity of queerness in this story. The whole series is beautiful and wonderful but the kicker was weeping through the entirety of the final volume.

4. Kill the Boy Band by Goldie Moldavsky (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️): A group of teen girls – superfans of the boy band The Ruperts – accidentally kidnaps a band member, and events quickly spiral out of control.

It's 👏 camp 👏. God, I'm tempted to stop there. There is a very specific reader this appeals to, and having been solidly in the One Direction fandom, I'm afraid those readers are few and far between. The vibe is, essentially, boyband slash RPF reader/writers that do not genuinely believe the boyband is secretly dating. You have to have genuine passion (peak boybandom obsession) and realistic reason (the boyband is truly just some dudes). And the distance to poke fun at yourself while genuinely empathizing. God this vibe is so difficult to describe. It's my own boyband fandom white whale lmao.

3. Husband Material by Alexis Hall (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️): Luc and Oliver are still in love and very happy, but as a number of their peers get engaged, tie the knot, and otherwise build families for themselves, the couple feels pressure facing their future.

I can't believe I read this this year. My only apprehension with this one was that of any sequel – it wouldn't be as good as the first book. And the stakes were high, since Boyfriend Material is one of my favorite books ever. Stakes doubly high because I wanted to reread it first and feared it wouldn't live up to my memory. But they both knock it out of the park. Husband Material's ending glides over some nuance, but I agree with the stance and it's in the UK so I'll let it slide. It's not a "why does this exist sequel," but actually a sequel with something to say which I really appreciate. Right onto my favorites shelf, and can't wait for the rest of the series.

2. Silver Under Nightfall by Rin Chupeco (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️): In a world of courtly vampires, Remy is a Reaper (vampire hunter) while rumored to be half-vampire himself. When a mysterious vampire disease begins sweeping the nation, he finds himself reluctantly investigating with a vampire lord and lady from a neighboring empire.

I love vampire books. I love zombie books. Hence: zombie vampire book??? With canonical bisexual polyamory??? I've not seen anyone dislike this, but I've also not seen many people at all reading it. Much like Rin Chupeco's YA fantasy series The Bone Witch; I think they're just a criminally underrated author. This series is giving very similar vibes to bone witch – deep, rich worldbuilding, diverse characters, unique lore – but clearly and intentionally aged up – graphic gore, explicit sex. Which is all to say it's everything I loved as a teen reader, but built out to satisfy me as an adult with wider life experience.

1. The Radiant Emperor Duology by Shelley Parker-Chan (⭐️⭐️|⭐️⭐️⭐️): Zhu Chongba usurps her brother's destiny of greatness and passes herself off as a man from her childhood in a monastery to her adulthood on the battlefields of Mongol China. When her Mandate manifests, she moves to challenge the Great Khan himself, while a number of other political players have their own plans.

Hey this???? Altered my brain chemistry. I'm cheating and lumping the two together because that's how duologies work in my mind; greater than the sum of their parts. But Hoo Boy did these drive me insane in discrete and unique ways. I can't say much about this series without waxing on forever, so I'll keep it to this: I had heard this pitched as a fantasy Mulan retelling and it most certainly is not. It is a historical ensemble saga about duty, identity, and personhood, with some minor magical realism. I can't find it for the life of me but that post about how being aro and/or ace gives ppl access to new relationship flavors, shrimp-color-style? I think this duology might do the same. It felt like the author had hacked into my own genetic code and started braiding something in there.

#maddy's reads #oho i did it. i've done it. less than halfway thru the new year call that a WIN

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alotogifs · 3 years ago

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A League of Their Own Cast Live Tweets 1x08 Pt.2

Abbi: I had a hard time keeping it together in this scene with Kate Berlant. Will: Hahahaha. Kate Berlant for president.

Will: Oh boy the song! We were all very nervous. Kelly has a beautiful voice.

D’arcy:😍😍😍 #Delucathebazooka 😍😍😍 Will: It is heartbreaking to see Jo in a Blue Sox uniform. It felt like something was wrong on set! Abbi: If you notice, some of the music is not from the same period that the show takes place-- this was very intentional! We wanted to use music that felt rebellious like our characters + that meant jumping ahead in time a bit.

Will: This is the real hurt for Bert and Toni. Abbi: "For some of us, safe isn't safe" Will: "For some of us safe isn't safe." Follow @/butchythings who plays Bert!

Will: GODAMMIT CHERYL Abbi: This scene right here between Chanté Adams and Gbemi Ikumelo THIS SCENE and these two. One of the most dynamic and real and nuanced and deepest friendships on TV. I might be biased, but it's just true. Chanté: This was Gbemi’s last scene of the season. It was hard. While most of us were going back to LA and NY, Gbemi was going back to London and that broke my heart. I tried to get her to move next door so we could see each other everyday and raise our kids together but she couldn’t 😭 Gbemi: Still tryna make it happen 😭😭 Will: This is the scene in the whole show that makes me cry the most, because you can see them realizing they've never said goodbye before. Chanté Adams and Gbemi Ikumelo are geniuses. Will: The score from Zach and Nick and Deantoni here is just amazing.

Abbi: I love Lupe + Roberta Colindrez.

Will: There is a story about how this speech was filmed. HOW DO YOU WANT THIS TO END? Abbi kills it here. Will: Okay. I'll tell you the story! We shot the reaction half of this scene on the field, and then it started raining. So Abbi had to shoot her side of it a week later, on a platform in the middle of the street outside Toni's house. Will: She is yelling at the crew mostly. It was amazing. She's so talented. Will: Rob the bank! Has become our unofficial motto for the process of making the show too.

Will: Okay. Them carrying around here is a real story from a softball team. And it came to the show courtesy of ABBI'S DAD. Who is now in charge of finding the end of every season. Abbi: My dad gave me the end of the Peaches story here. Still cannot believe it. I called him one night, stuck. He told me this --It is inspired by a real story from women's college softball. Thanks Big Al. Love you.

Will: Barnstorming is such a huge part of baseball history, and Marquise does such a beautiful job bringing it to life as Red [Barnstorming refers to sports teams that travel to various locations, usually small towns, to stage exhibition matches.] Will: GODDAMMIT CHERYL

Will: WE TECHNICALLY LOST D’arcy: how many times have y’all watched this finale? Abbi: Dale Dickey gets me every damn time. What a masterful actor. D’arcy: WE! HAVE! TO! TAKE! CARE! OF! OUR! OWN! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ oh Dale & Kelly 😍 Will: WE HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF OUR OWN with Beverly kills me. "war bonds" was an improvised callback.

Abbi: Ohh boy. This is prob my favorite scene with my girl D’arcy Carden The Peaches come between them... just like the world. D’arcy: LOL IM CRYING Will: Abbi and D’arcy just kill me in this scene. They both come from comedy backgrounds and look at what they are doing. We are so lucky.

Will: Seeing Max in uniform killed me too. Abbi: Max finally in her own uniform! The fucking best.

Will: Repeating GO GET A THING was an improv from Kelly and Roberta. Abbi: Always... go get a thing.

Will: Abbi wrote "you changed my whole life" "you opened me up again" and it made me cry when I first read it.

Abbi: Thanks so much for watching with us tonight and in general. What a treat. Will: Thanks for watching with us! Wow. There's a lot of you! Will: This is a show for everyone told through perspectives you don't usually hear universal stories from. Thanks for helping get the word out! Will: WE ARE ALL FRUIT NOW

#aloto #a league of their own #alotoedit #will graham #abbi jacobson #d'arcy carden #chante adams #peaches #s1 #1x08 #cast #bts #live tweeting #twitter #i had fun making these #hopefully it means you can follow the tweeting better #will make them again if the cast watch another episode #what a finale #what a season

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iamlittlelostsoul · 2 years ago

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HEllooo everyone!!

@whatevermywpis yahooo~ Here's the 2nd part of your request!!! Sorry if it's not up to par to your expectationss xdd I sorta rushed the research and barely know much bout flowers and the story might be half-assed bc im lossing braincells from school xdd.

and if you'd like to check more of my stuffs here's my masterlist!

Thxx for the wonderful idea!!

Hope you and everyone love it!!!

Malleus Draconia x gn!reader

Overview: "They're beautiful aren't they? Mmh....and I think this one suits you well. It means-....well...."

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It was a bright day! The sun high up the sky, sweet spring breeze dances in the whole city carrying the sweet scent of flowers.

And like any day, it has always been a tradition of two lovers to send flowers at each others doorstep.

It all started when they became friends. Malleus met them at his favorite place to take his midnight strolls.

Till it all went to occasional meetings at their dorm, or the silly invitation to attend the VDC together.

Because of their growing bond, Malleus discovers his friend's undying passion for flowers!

"Fufufu! Look Malleus!! I have successfully grown my garden!!" They said smugly eyes lighting up with joy and enthusiasm.

"I am proud of you child of man. I praise you for being able to achieve such a feat!" Malleus says.

He was definitely being sincere, how proud is he of his child of man to create such a beautiful garden in the once abandoned and forgotten dorm. He definitely enjoyed how Ramshackle looked before, a cold and mysterious vibe in it...but he definitely loves it more now that it shelters such a precious individual and now that the place looks bright and homey.

"Gosh~ You make me all flustered!! All the saving has been worth it!.....Hah, this felt so like home." They said crouching down as they gently touches their flowers. They looked a little forlorn missing their original world, the place they truly belonged.

"It may not be fully like the home you know nor can it replace it and the people you know and loved, I sincerely believe this place can be a second home for you." He says sitting down beside them.

They looked at him surprised, as a small blush creeps through their face. "Th-thank you, Malleus!" They said with a sincere smile. "Oh wait! Here!!....Tada!! As a thank you for everything you've done for me!" They said plucking some of their flowers and arranging them into a neat bouquet.

"Oh- but you've just made them bloom, is it really ok for me to take these." He says genuinely surprised and happy.

"Yes yes!! As the first person to be with me when I planted these seeds and the first person to witness them bloom with me you truly deserve to have them!"

Malleus was touched not only was he the first to witness their little flower garden's growth they even gave him some of the flowers they put all their heart and soul in growing. "I am ever so grateful for this special gift. I shall try to prolong their life as long as I can with proper care and my magic."

"Heheheh~! Don't worry my precious Daffodils will always remind you of our lovely and joyful friendship!" They cheerfully stated.

And ever since that day Malleus always felt a wonderful feeling blossoming inside of him whenever he was around them.

Day by day, his human friend would always offer them a bouquet whilst sharing to him every meaning of the flowers that he started studying a little bit about flower meanings and all that, and returning the favor by leaving flowers on their doorstep too!

He sends them sunflowers a sign for his undying adoration and loyalty for his human friend.

They send him chrysanthemums telling him how happy they are with him.

He sent them Gerbera daisies to tell them they bring him so much pride and joy.

They do that daily! As a sign of their growing friendship until it slowly went into the path of them courting one another.

A bouquet of purple lilac lay in front of Malleus bedroom chambers, a small saying of them starting to have feelings for him.

He answers by covering Ramshackle with orchids especially pink orchids basically him answering them he returns their feelings and bears pure affection and adoration for them.

They may rarely meet and converse so often but the flowers they send one another tell so much more of what they want to convey.

That even when the two were already dating they still continue with their lovely tradition.

Their love is blooming and prospering ever so beautifully like gentle and delicate peonies.

But like any flowers their love wilts.

It was unexpected to be honest...and Malleus barely saw it coming.

It was a normal lovely day till Crowley stops their sweet date and calls them to his office.

They come back soon after with a forlorn look on their face.

"Did something happen?" Malleus asks as he hugs them from behind and snuggles his face on their neck.

"....Malleus"

"Yeah?"

"....Crowley found...umm, a way for me to go home...." they mumbled softly.

His breath hitched as his body stiffens from the news....he got to admit it is great news for his beloved but for him....-"Ah,....have you decided?"

"...."

"..."

"...I'm sorry, Tsunotaro. As much as I would like to say...I still have a lot I don't want to give up from my world..." They said sorrowfully.

"...I see. It's alright child of man. I fully understand" he says smiling abit as he tries to mask off the pain and sadness he felt. He was hoping that they would choose them but of course...they too have their own priorities.

If he were to be put in their situation he might have chosen his kingdom as well...

pain is of course...unavoidable.

And days pass the day finally came...Malleus woke up his room felt empty and cold. He rolls to the side and expected to see his lover but there were none.

"Ah...they've already left." he says sitting up with a glum expression as he sees the bedside table decorated with hyacinths, delphiniums, white carnations, and hydrangeas.

Malleus already knew the message it carries even without a card or a letter and he still can't believe time goes so fast and the last flowers they'd give him would mean a sad apology as they had to go and leave him all alone again...they'd definitely had a happy life with him and truly did loved him but it was inevitable that they had to go.

He regrets that he wasn't able to convince them enough to stay but of course, they'd still have a home to get back to...if he weren't a prince would things have been so different....maybe he would have followed them or maybe they would have stayed more....sigh.

'It's already far too late...hopefully maybe they'll meet again....because he will be waiting no matter how long it'd take. He'd only love them and only them.' he thought to himself as he picks a piece of each flower in the bouquet and takes out a book with all the flowers that they'd given to her pressed and preserved so he could forever remember and love them. And their silent yet loving messages.

#littlelostsoul #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #twst malleus #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst angst #twst mc

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jjunis-moved · 3 years ago

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say goodnight and go — cyj

synopsis: yeonjun has always been your closest friend, so the idea of getting even closer might sound scary at first, but is it really that bad?

pairing: choi yeonjun x f!reader

content: mutual pining, a lil bit of angst, fluff, best friends to lovers

warnings: some light swearing, quick mentions of anxiety, mentions of kissing while being under the influence of alcohol (they're adults and they were just a lil tipsy tho)

word count: 3.2k. i will not be judged.

song rec: ed sheeran - friends

a/n: i tried to work with repetition bc it sounded like a good idea in my head lol but did it work? i don't know!!! let's pretend it did tho. anyway i'm SOFT. yeonjun is my favorite boy and i'm happy i finally got to post something for him 🥺 i made their friendship similar to ghosting!yntyun's since that's what june requested, but i tried to give it a bit of a romantic undertone too. this was supposed to be a drabble i'm so sorry but i got carried away so here you go june here's a whole one shot just for you!! (and credits to this website for the animal facts lol)

permanent taglist: @joti17 @shanice-1104 @soobin-chois @dear20cm @startlinejjuni @gorechoi @strawbrinkofdeath @etherealcherrie @en-boyz @todorokiskitten @ja4hyvn @yeppeudau @carayat

requested here by @dear20cm with the prompts "do you want me to stay?" and "friends kiss each other all the time, right?" <3

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Choi Yeonjun is your best friend in the entire world.

That's common knowledge. Anyone who knows you, knows he's always been there, right by your side.

It's impossible not to know it when he takes so much pride in it, too. I've known her since I was in my mom's womb, he'll say, I've been by her side literally since day one. He usually does that to tease your other friends, but you know he's actually proud of it, deep down in his heart.

Long story short, your families used to be next-door neighbors, and your mothers got pregnant around the same time. With that, they became a lot closer, and after both of you were born, you grew up seeing each other pretty much every day. You'd have playdates, your families would take you out for ice cream or to the park together, you went to the same school, and there were enough things you liked in common to form a strong bond over the years.

Of course, there have always been differences as well. He's louder and more energetic than you, he's always had a knack for dancing, and he's so fucking fashionable sometimes you feel like he just came straight out of the catwalk when you see him — especially considering the way he moves whenever he's dressed up in stylish clothes, as if the world is his own fashion show.

You're quieter, you like to chill, you definitely wouldn't risk dancing the way he does without the expectation of getting seriously injured, and whenever you need to dress up, you ask for his opinion on every single item to make sure you look good.

Still, both of you find a comfortable middle ground on your couch, watching re-runs of old movies or catching up with the million TV shows you've started watching together, throwing popcorn at each other's faces and falling asleep on each other's shoulders. You find a comfortable middle ground when you go to the dance studio with him and watch him practice for hours on end, and when you start hyping him up as soon as you notice he's growing tired, and he ends up blushing and laughing because of how abnormally loud you're being. You find a comfortable middle ground on your late night strolls, with your arms linked and your gazes admiring your surroundings, commenting about anything that catches your attention, both secretly thinking that there's no one else they'd rather be with right now. You find a comfortable middle ground when he takes you up to the rooftop of his apartment complex so you can watch the stars together and he thinks that there's no constellation in the sky that could compare to your dreamy eyes and your soft smile, unaware that the same thought about him is crossing your mind. You find a comfortable middle ground when you have sleepovers and fall asleep on the same bed, under the excuse that it's just easier than setting another make-shift bed on the floor and you're used to being close anyway, and you wake up holding on to him and snuggling your face into his chest in the morning.

He's always stayed with you through thick and thin. He was by your side when you got your heart broken multiple times, he was there when you cried so hard you couldn't breathe, he was there when you were scared you wouldn't get into college, he was there when you felt like your world was crumbling down. And you've always been there for him too. He knows that, no matter what, you'll be there to support him, to take care of him, to make him feel loved and help him calm down when everything is too much.

Choi Yeonjun is your best friend in the entire world.

He's the sweetest, most caring person you've ever known.

So maybe that's why you felt a sting in your chest the last time he got a girlfriend. You've never had feelings for him, you're sure of it, but you think he deserves someone better than his last choice as a partner. She was too entitled, too noisy in an annoying way, too self-centered for your liking, too judgmental. She never cared about his passions, and she always made fun of the things and interests you and Yeonjun shared in common. You were relieved when they broke things off, and you're pretty sure he wasn't sad about it either.

And maybe that's why he got so protective the last time you almost got a boyfriend, too. He never stayed in your way, and he never tried to interfere, but he didn't seem to trust your new love interest. Though he tried to hide it and never even said a word about it, you always noticed the way he'd tense up at the other guy's presence. And when the guy inevitably showed his asshole side and kicked your butt goodbye, Yeonjun spent hours googling a bunch of cute and funny random facts about your favorite animals and things to comfort you. He curated the ones he thought you'd like the most, writing them down on his notes app, just so he could discreetly (or maybe not so much) check them when he took you out for ice cream. Then he kept dropping all those little trivia on you every now and then just to see you smile at how honey bees can communicate through dancing, or maybe laugh at the fact that some turtles can breathe out of their butts, or at the very least coo and compare the two of you to cows when he told you they have a best friend who they hang out with every day — and get extremely stressed and upset if they're ever separated from their bestie.

Choi Yeonjun is your best friend in the entire world.

So maybe you shouldn't have gotten so tipsy and kissed him in the back of someone else's house during a party. Maybe you shouldn't have enjoyed the taste of alcohol on his mouth, the way his hands seemed to fit perfectly on your waist, the way his tongue felt against yours, the way he melted under your touch, the way he looked when you pulled away and both of you were breathless, and the way his lips looked pinker and plumper because of you. Maybe you shouldn't have just left him there without saying a single word after realization hit you like a brick. Maybe you shouldn't have ghosted him for a whole week.

But you did all of that, and when he finally got you to talk to him, it only took a few minutes for your conversation to turn into a pointless argument. You had no reason to be mad at your best friend, but you were mad at yourself and took it out on him, and both of you were hurt at the end of the day, so you went back to ignoring him, even though it hurt you like a thousand knives.

But Choi Yeonjun is still your best friend in the entire world.

So you don't find it strange when he sits beside you on Beomgyu's couch at the youngest one's birthday party and takes off his jacket just to wrap it around your cold, shivering figure. You don't find it strange how his perfume smells like home more than your own house does. You don't find it strange when you lean closer and rest your head on his shoulder, and he hangs his arm around you to keep you close.

"I'm sorry," you mumble. "I've missed you."

"I know," he says and then leaves a kiss on the top of your head. "I'm sorry too. I've missed you more."

"Aren't you gonna feel cold?"

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

"Nah. We can stay like this for a while. You'll keep me warm."

You think to yourself this is just who you are. Always together, the best of friends. You try to convince yourself that the kiss you shared meant nothing, even though it was more like a make out session that lasted longer than it should've, rather than just a quick peck. You tell yourself that things are going back to normal, and you'll never have to think about what happened again.

And for a while, you believe it. For the rest of the party, you and Yeonjun act like nothing ever went down between you, and you act as normally as ever — laughing, being playful, teaming up against Beomgyu to tease him and prank him on his special day.

So it's only natural that Yeonjun offers to walk you home at the end of the night, and it's only natural that you say yes. What's not natural is the awkward silence that tags along like an unwelcome guest, hovering between the two of you, making things uncomfortable for no reason.

Still, when you cross the street, Yeonjun is quick to move and switch positions with you just to make sure you're still on the "safe side" of the sidewalk. It's something he has always done, so at this point, it's pretty much automatic. It's one of his many subtle ways to protect you and keep you safe, one of the many details you love about him. Your fingers brush when he situates himself beside you and he reacts as if there was electricity striking his skin, immediately retracting his hand and shooting an apologetic and awkward look in your direction.

"Sorry," he mumbles, and that's the first thing either of you has said since you left Beomgyu's house.

But instead of trying to create some distance, your hand searches for his once again to link your fingers together.

You bite your lips to hold back a smile, he turns his head and covers his mouth with his free hand to try and hide his own smile with a fake cough. Neither of you says anything, but the silence becomes more comfortable as the seconds go by, despite the feeling of having a hurricane messing up your heart and your soul right now.

And, well, Choi Yeonjun is your best friend in the entire world.

So when you arrive at your house, he walks you to your front door, fingers still intertwined, because whenever he takes you home at night, he only ever leaves once he knows you're inside your house, completely safe and sound.

You stand face to face, but both of you look down to your connected hands, not wanting to let go just yet. You can't explain what's going on inside of you, but you know you don't wanna say goodnight. There's a strange agitation, one you haven't felt since that night when you pulled him into a kiss.

"So…" He trails off and clears his throat. "I guess I should go home."

"Yeah." You finally lift your gaze to meet his, and god, he looks like an angel right now.

Your hand finally lets go of his, and there's a slight frown forming on his face, but he tries to hide his discontent. He doesn't wanna leave, because he's scared you might go back to just ignoring him when the morning comes. It's hard staying away from you for so long, when you've always been a constant part of his life.

You start shrugging off his jacket, but his hands stop you, holding the leather and readjusting it on your body.

"No."

"But– it's yours. I'm home now, I don't need it anymore," you reason, but he doesn't accept your words.

"I know, but if you give it back right now, you won't have a reason to talk to me tomorrow."

You raise your eyebrows, surprised by the hint of hurt in his tone, like he's grasping for any excuse to keep contact with you, as if you're capable of actually abandoning him like that.

"Jun…"

"I don't like staying away from you. I hate it, actually," he admits, unable to look you in the eyes right now, so he just stares at the zipper of the jacket you're wearing. "I've been missing you like crazy."

His words are enough to make you act without even thinking twice, and before you know it, your arms are wrapped around his waist. He freezes for a moment, but embraces you and lets out a relieved sigh. Again, there's silence for a moment, as both of you take each other in.

"You don't have to go right now, if you don't want to," you suggest quietly, your voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt as you hide your face on his chest, breathing in his scent.

"Do you want me to stay?" He mumbles, feeling his heart flutter by how close the two of you are right now.

You nod in response.

"Please. I wanna fix this," you tell him. "I'm sorry I reacted that way, I shouldn't have… I mean, friends kiss each other all the time, right? It doesn't have to mean anything."

A deep sigh leaves his lips, because he couldn't possibly disagree with you any more than that.

Friends don't kiss each other like that. Friends shouldn't make out in the back of a party and then leave each other on read for days and days. If friends did that, he wouldn't be terrified at the thought of losing you. He wouldn't have cried the other day when anxiety struck and made him believe he had ruined everything. He wouldn't be so nervous right now.

Truth be told, he doesn't know how to explain his feelings for you anymore. He doesn't wanna throw your friendship into a trashcan, but ever since you kissed him, it's been harder for him to keep his infatuation buried inside. It's been taking over his mind, it's been making his heart race whenever he thinks of you, it's been making him feel like he's back in high school, crushing on someone who would never pay him any attention.

Except it's you, his best friend, his partner in crime, the person he wants to protect the most, and the one he always runs to whenever things go south for him. It's you, his favorite person in the world, the girl who knows him better than himself. It's you, the one with stars in her eyes and beautiful dreams to fight for.

How can you tell him it doesn't have to mean anything? It means everything to him. How can you say it didn't mean anything when his sanity has been spiraling just at the thought of your lips on his? How can you possibly pretend like nothing happened when you've taken over his entire heart?

Of course he won't force you into anything, he respects you too much to even consider it. He won't be mad if you reject him, though it might break his spirit for a while. But he can't just pretend like it didn't mean anything to him.

His hands rest on your shoulders and carefully push you away from him just enough to get you staring at his eyes again.

"Friends don't do that, Y/N," he states softly.

"Oh." Once again you lower your gaze, but this time he reaches for your face, holding your chin and bringing it up to regain the eye contact you just broke.

"I can't stop thinking about you." He doesn't show any hesitation, just pure honesty in his eyes and his voice. "I'm sorry for kissing you back when we weren't completely sober, but it was impossible for me to hold back when you were all over me, the alcohol didn't let me think straight. I wanted you, I've wanted you for a while now, and I can't stop thinking about the way it felt when you kissed me like that."

Your heart stops, and then immediately races right after, and you're too dumbstruck to actually say anything.

"I understand if you don't want me back, but please don't tell me it shouldn't mean anything." He retracts his hands and lowers his arms, just standing awkwardly in front of you with expectation flooding his eyes and brain.

"Yeonjun, I–" You cut yourself off, not sure of how to handle that.

Do you like him? Or do you just miss having someone to kiss you, to touch you? Do you like him? Is that why you haven't been able to stop thinking about his kiss either? Or are you just being affected by how long you've gone without seeing him for the first time in your life? Are you into him? Is that what your recent dreams have been about? Or are you just scared that you might lose him as a friend if you turn him down?

Your silence and the distress on your face send him a message, and that's why he bites his lips and chuckles awkwardly, feeling his heart sink inside his chest.

You're Choi Yeonjun's best friend in the entire world, too.

So he doesn't know how to deal with the weight that seems to be bringing him down right now. He doesn't know how to fight the urge to dig a hole and hide in it after confessing his feelings and not even getting a response from you. He doesn't know how to feel over the fact that you couldn't at the very least reject him so he could try to get over it and move on. He doesn't know if you'll ever accept him as your friend again, and he feels his anxiety building up.

"I should– I… I'll get going now." He points his thumb over his shoulder, trying to smile at you, but it just looks as awkward as it feels for him. "Keep the jacket for yourself. It looks better on you, anyway."

Yeonjun turns on his heels and starts walking towards your gate, making his way away from you and secretly hoping this is not the end of those twenty-something years of being friends. You watch him, still paralyzed, but there's something growing inside of you, agitating you. When he finally reaches the gate, your mind snaps out of the daze it seemed to be trapped in.

Fuck it.

"Yeonjun!" You call out and run to him as quickly as you can, grabbing his hand from the metal lock he was about to open.

Without giving yourself any time to hesitate, you pull him in, kissing his lips just like you did on that faithful night. And when you stand on the tips of your toes and wrap your arms around his neck, his hands sneak inside the jacket he lent you so he can bring your body closer to his, kissing you back with even more passion than the first time.

"Stay," you whisper against his lips, feeling your heart about to jump out of your throat. "Please. Stay with me."

"Always," he promises, before going in for a deeper kiss, mentally telling himself he won't let you go for as long as you want him close to you.

So, yes, Choi Yeonjun definitely is your best friend in the entire world.

He's always been.

But maybe he could be much more than that, and maybe you shouldn't fight it anymore, because maybe you want him just as much as he wants you, and maybe that's not as scary as you thought it would be, not when you know he's gonna be there to hold your hand through every step of the way.

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