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so-am-smyme9540 · 11 months ago
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wait how long has your profile been Misha Collins? I could've sworn it was something else before-
I only changed it yesterday lol
I randomly remembered that the Mishopocalypse happened, and I was sad that I missed it, so I made it my pfp as a sort of homage lol
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arminsumi · 1 year ago
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I want to kiss you / キスしたい
G. Satoru
NOTE: i recently started learning to write in japanese for not much reason other than to occupy my mind with something new. this little daydream came to me and i can't stop thinking about it, i think falling in love despite a language barrier is one of the purest and sweetest ways to fall in love.
WARNINGS — it might be fem reader idk, kissing 👍, ur married w him at the end, not proofread lol i'm snuggled up in bed ok
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Satoru cant speak english and you cant speak japanese; Suguru is the translator friend. You met him online years ago, who knows how. But you hit it off, and four years of friendship rolled by.
Satoru heard all about Y/n and saw you many times when Suguru facetimed or called you. You and him had many cute, playful interactions, ranging from making hearthands at each other to flipping each other off and laughing about it. Sometimes Satoru would be sat off-camera, overloading Suguru with things to translate, because he had a lot to say to you. One time, Suguru left for a few minutes to get a pizza delivery, and then Satoru got very quiet and the two of you blinked at your screens.
"Hi."
"Hi."
And then you two for some reason started laughing with your whole chests, Suguru walked in with a confused smirk. He joked, "Sooo... what did you and Satoru talk about while I was gone?" He asked, gentle accent coming through in soft waves. "The mysteries of the universe." You replied. Satoru was already diving into the pizza box, but he still listened to you speak; he wondered what you had said, maybe you used some fancy words to say that you liked him? He'd be lying if he said he didn't memorize variations of "i like you" after that. He was paranoid that he could miss you saying that you liked him.
You managed a slow, meticulously-pronounced nice to meet you in Japanese when you finally visited Tokyo. It was at the airport. You and Suguru had shared many hugs — good grief, you'd seen height comparisons many times but none painted a real idea of just how big these boys were. But Satoru? He was loudmouthed on a screen and surprisingly shy in person. Eventually he hugged you and didn't let go. He even got so comfy as to hang and cling to your body like you saw him doing with Suguru in countless photos and videos.
Though you could barely pronounce the little Japanese that you picked up, Satoru felt giddy to hear your pretty voice in his language. He listened to you like you were reciting love poetry to him, fists under his chin and eyes starry. But you were just saying basic phrases, boring things — nothing that articulated your thoughts properly.
He was far too embarrassed to try and speak any English when he first met you, even though after developing a crush on you he did start learning some English on the side. He knew quite a bit, but listening was so impossibly difficult it frustrated him like nothing else. He was also self-conscious of his English accent, though Suguru tried to assure him that he sounded very cute and almost oddly British.
So often instead of attempting to speak tiny phrases to you, Satoru threw a lot of hand motions and signals your way which got the two of you and Suguru laughing — poor Sugie, he was always translating even the smallest things you said even if you muttered them under your breath, because Satoru was eager to know every little thought and expression you had, even if you were simply commenting on the weather.
Once you commented that it was so hot, you were visiting during a heatwave-filled summer. Satoru raised his brows at Suguru expectantly, and you heard a familiar translation;
暑い。
It's hot.
There was such a frustrating language barrier between the two of you, it became more evident when you had finally flown over the sea to meet them.
Yet you and satoru fell in love silently and beautifully, your love flowing like a river in the most unexpected directions. You felt his affection emanating from his irises. You and him joked around, and talked — though you had no idea what the other meant most of the time. Sometimes the two of you gave up and you talked in English, he responded with Japanese, and it went on like that very comedically until Suguru came back to bridge the gap.
Lots of time was spent putting your heads together over your phone, reading translations of what you wanted to say to each other.
One day, when Suguru left the two of you alone in his apartment kitchen so that he could hop to the convenience store, Satoru typed something into the translator and let you read it. Your face warmed up.
キスしたい。
I want to kiss you.
He looks at you expectantly.
You type back to him.
Then kiss me.
それからキスして。
He blushed and hesistated, the two of you making electric eye contact for a while before he boyishly pecked your lips to test if you liked his kiss, but oh that's all the two of you needed to realize just how much you liked each other. You melted into each other like your bodies were made for nothing else but to embrace and be one. He shook a little, tentatively gliding his lips over yours. His hands nervously cupped your cheeks. With the way he handled you so carefully, you'd think you were made of porcelain.
Your reciprocation meant everything to him. His confidence flourished. The soft smacking, wet sounds got louder when he kissed you more passionately. Those gentle hands found their way to the back of your neck, and he softly pressed you closer to him as if he was scared you would pull away. What if you changed your mind mid-kiss? He was overthinking and you wouldn't have even guessed it, because you thought he was in the same blissed out dream state as you were. So high on kissing that the world fell away.
The two of you started smiling embarrassedly, grinning so hard that you couldn't continue kissing. Then the two of you just giggled against each other's faces — a subconscious realization swept him; laughter and kissing are their own languages.
Yes as years passed and you visited time and time again, your Japanese improved and his English improved. When you moved to Japan, eventually you adopted a messy mix of Japanese and English with Satoru. He liked showing off how perfectly he could pronounce things, and you liked showing off that you could write very neat kana.
Years and years and years passed and when you and him were married in your own little apartment, starting a life together, a very fluent Satoru reminisced about how the two of you fell in love despite barely speaking to each other.
"It was your eyes for me." You said.
"Oh really? It was your voice for me. I didn't know what you were saying, but it sounded nice." He said.
"Mmm I liked your voice, too." You said, snuggling your head on his shoulder. He basked in the attention, though it was common, it always felt special for him. The smallest hand touches and wrist kisses made his heart lurch.
"Remember when I always nagged Suguru to translate every little thing you said?"
"Yeah, you worked him to the bone." You chuckled.
"I just wanted to know what you were saying. I had such a crush on you, looking back now it was even ridiculous how much I liked you considering the barrier and all."
"Ooh, did you?"
"How is this surprising? We're married??"
"Oh yeah."
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shadowmor · 1 month ago
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Mc is not fluent in Japanese
Idea/summary:The MC/reader is foreign and knows just enough Japanese to express basic ideas (almost A2 level).
-> Vagastrom & Frostheim house
Part 2
✋️ obviously, this is not canon. Just a scenario idea
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Kamurai Jin
Likely knows the most common or widely spoken languages (English, Spanish, French, or Mandarin).
If you speak English, communication will be easier.
I imagine he would correct you if you spoke or wrote something incorrectly — not in a bad intention, more to help you, even if his advice might come off a bit rough.
If he doesn’t know your language, he’ll probably study at least the basics (like greetings and essential vocabulary).
He wouldn’t tell you directly that he’s studying it; instead, he’d casually drop a greeting or word in your language during a random moment, leaving you confused and surprised (which he will enjoy).
He’d notice from your pronunciation and limited vocabulary after a few minutes that you weren’t raised in Japan.
He’d search how to say “servant” in your language and start calling you by that lol
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Tohma Ishibashi
Like Jin, he’s likely fluent or knowledgeable in widely spoken languages.
It’s very possible he already knows how to speak or at least understand yours.
If he doesn’t, he might take some time in his free moments to learn basic vocabulary if he deems it necessary.
He’d give you advice on pronunciation or correct your mistakes like a teacher —elegantly, without making you feel stupid. (At least, you do not feel like it even with his tone) But he wouldn’t constantly correct you in every conversation.
"I think you meant to say *blah blah*, Mc.”
“Oh, right. Thanks, Tohma.”
"^^"
I imagine he’d be one of the firsts to get your name’s pronunciation right after hearing it only once.
He’d know from your first conversation that you’re not from Japan.
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Lucas Errant
He wouldn’t realize you’re foreign unless you told him. At most, he’d think your way of speaking is peculiar
He’d probably get confused if you made an obvious mistake in Japanese. Did he study wrong? Or is this an informal or casual way of speaking?
He’d be happy to find out you’re also foreign! Same situation! Foreign buddies? Maybe you two should schedule study sessions together (You two will)
Being polite and kind boy that he is, he’d definitely learn your language alongside Japanese, from basic greetings to intermediate topics.
He’d ask if he’s pronouncing your name correctly (and would probably be disappointed if you suggested a nickname to make it easier for him)
If you speak English, it would make things easier for both of you, but he’d still practice other languages with you (Japanese and yours, if it's different)
He’d probably greet you in your language every time he sees you.
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Kaito Fuji
He wouldn’t realize you’re foreign at first (since you wore a veil and spoke very little —he assumed you were shy).
He’d only find out when you apologized for mispronouncing something and mentioned you’re still learning. Wait, what? You’re learning? That means... you’re not from here, right?
He’d sign up for a (possibly free) course in your language and definitely let YOU KNOW ABOUT IT! (because his surprise attempt failed)
Kaito doesn’t seem like someone who knows other languages, maybe just the basics of a few(?). If he doesn’t know, you’d definitely trigger his interest in studying one.
You’d help him with your language, and he’d help you with Japanese. Another study date! And another excuse to talk to you!! Great!
He’d try a different greeting in your language every time he sees you
He’d download an app like Duolingo and keep asking if his pronunciation is correct
He’d mispronounce your name several times, but somehow learn it quickly after that
The first thing he’d write in your language would be your name
He’d be very patient with your mistakes
“It’s fine, Honor Student! Even I don’t know how to write that. I got a D in grammar class last week.”
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Leo Kurosaki
It would only take him a few minutes to figure it out (at first, he’d just think you’re weird or dumb), but some pronunciation errors would help him connect the dots.
Yes, he’d make you feel like the dumbest person alive if you made a mistake.
You’re now an easy target for his intern jokes.
He’d correct you in the most blunt way possible. “You don’t even know this? How the hell do you come to another country without knowing something as basic as this?”
He’d learn a bit of your language just to annoy you or say “my love” to post on his socials (with a picture of you).
He knows how to pronounce your name but would deliberately mess it up or give you a derogatory nickname to tease you.
However, you’d know he studied at least a little when, during a mission, Alan said something that confused you, and Leo used a synonym in your language to clarify.
Besides, Google Translate exists (not that he’d bother to use it to talk to you)
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Sho Haizono
He’d notice after a few interactions.
He wouldn’t exactly correct grammar errors, but he might address specific word misuses. For example, he’d correct how you used a specific word.
But wouldn’t harp on every mistake — and if he does, only in private (probably in a tease tone)
He’d know the basics of greetings.
If there’s a term similar to “senpai” in your language, he’d use it.
Oddly, I imagine him asking to you how to say an ingredient he’s using.
If he saw you eating something from another place, he’d look up how to say “traitor”/"cheater" in your language. When you came near his foodtruck, he’d jokingly ask what a “traitor” wanted there —or write “No traitors allowed” in your language to make sure you know it was directed at you. (He’s just joking... I hope.)
If he found a recipe online in your language, he’d ask you to translate it for him (he doesn’t trust Google Translate — one mistake can mess up all the flavor)
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Todoroki/Alan Mido
He wouldn’t know until you told him or heard it from Leo. He’d just assume you’re not good with words.
He’d rarely correct you — if he understands, there’s no need. If not, he’d ask you to repeat or gesture.
He’d directly ask you how to say greetings or phrases in your language (he wouldn’t know how to sign up for a course or use a language app)
It wouldn’t take long for him to pronounce your name correctly.
He wouldn’t mock your pronunciation—he’d find it kind of cute.
He’d probably see Leo using an app like Duolingo and try to figure out how to say things from listening to it.
He’d ask how to say his name in your language
- "Names don’t translate. Alan is still Alan.”
- “Oh... okay.”
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kindheart525 · 1 month ago
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Awhile back, I entertained the idea that Allan Red perhaps had a dysfunctional upbringing, one filled with messes and a lack of personal space that led him to be the extremely organized and independent critter we know and love today. At the time it was a vague concept, but I found it super intriguing and have decided to finally tackle it for myself. If you know any of my MLP work you know I love making family/backstory headcanons like this, so it was only a matter of time before I started doing it with the smiley guys.
The difficulty of Allan’s life started with the divorce of his parents. His father, Red Red (pronounced Ray-d Red), is much like who his son grows up to be: a financially stable critter who organizes his life in spreadsheets and keeps his home very clean. His favorite drink is water and he’s generally boring and unremarkable. Despite this, he is the most hated man in the city. As a lawyer, Red was tasked with defending a critter who was notorious for being charitable and friendly to the whole town…until a legal misstep got him the death penalty. It later came out that that guy was a serial killer (he was executed over a parking ticket) but the damage was done. When he divorced his wife, everyone sided against him in the custody battle, not over his parenting abilities but because of his “crime” of condemning a beloved icon. But also Red’s busy work schedule is not conducive to parenting and he’s generally not great with kids, treating them like mini adults more than anything. He could have fought harder than he did but his lack of emotion contrasted with his ex wife’s heartfelt pleas turned the favor towards her.
Red’s story is kind of silly lol but his ex wife’s is much less so. Despite getting primary custody of her son, Lucy became kind of a wreck after the divorce. She hopped from job to job despite her ex’s generous child support payments, but she was overall managing alright…until she met Kevin Costner (not to be confused with the actor). He was a gruff man but she saw a warm heart in him, especially since he had a son of his own to care for. But in reality, he’s an alcoholic who’s horrible with money and doesn’t pick up after himself. His son Topher is shaping up to be the same way but perhaps worse, as he seems to break things on purpose and scream constantly just for the hell of it. Allan had the misfortune of sharing a bedroom with him in their parents’ tiny house, and he couldn’t get any peace with him around. Topher stole his things and got up in his space and would not give him an inch to himself. Kevin (or “Bastard Kevin” as Allan calls him) disciplined Allan for standing up for himself much more harshly than he ever corrected his son. Lucy made excuses for the both of them and tried to make them bond as a family, but that wasn’t happening. Even when Allan caught her crying about how she’ll never be able to retire or have a clean house, she insisted, and still insists, that Kevin is the love of her life. She couldn’t be convinced to leave him. Nobody was ever hit but it was still a bad situation. Allan, who initially felt the sting of his father’s supposed “abandonment,” quickly put those feelings aside to focus on surviving each day in the Costner household.
To make matters worse—or better, depending on who you ask—Lucy ended up pregnant with Kevin’s baby. Cassadee (legally Casserole because Kevin was drunk filling out the birth certificate) is the apple of her mommy’s eye. Lucy was thrilled to finally have the daughter of her dreams, a girl to balance out the male energy in the house. But to Allan she was just another source of noise and messes, and he was unlucky to be tasked with much of her care since Kevin and Topher were useless and Lucy was barely holding it together. This time only solidified for Allan that he never wanted to be a father. In fact, he wanted to be as far away from children as possible. He wanted to live alone like his father, who he was finally starting to sympathize with.
Allan eventually struck out on his own. He worked his ass through college, financially supported by his father but trying hard to become completely self-reliant and finally pursue his dreams of becoming an engineer. Once he was an adult he did everything to stay out of Mother and Bastard Kevin’s house, not even joining them in quarantine when the pandemic hit. Now Allan is doing well, living each day with relief that he gets to go through life mostly on his own terms. Even the chaos of work usually rolls off of him because at least it’s not like what he grew up with, although he’s very particular about keeping everything in order and can get rather defensive in personal confrontations. Mother and the other Costners still ask him for money, but he doesn’t feel obligated to give them any because Bastard Kevin is guaranteed to drink or gamble it away. 
None of that is Allan’s responsibility anymore. He’s got his own life to live now.
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herefortheships · 4 months ago
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More thoughts about that psychic connection.
I know I've talked about the "psychic connection" between Lydia and Betelgeuse before, but since I'm a sucker for such soulmate links between characters, I thought I'd write a little more.
It's all speculative, and that might have been just a fun line for Betelgeuse to say there, adding to how hopelessly in love the poor guy is with Lydia. But what if they do share a connection?
In this post I want to speculate a little about how this connection formed between them, and when, and what it may mean.
If there is such a connection between them, I think it formed after their wedding in the first movie. Hear me out, the ceremony was basically complete; they just needed to be pronounced husband and wife, when Barbara showed up with the sand worm. So I believe there was a soul link between them that was being formed that night, which remains, although half-formed, until this day.
This ritual would have made it possible for Betelgeuse to have free access to the world of the living, so whatever metaphysical mumbo jumbo was going on there, it was powerful enough to bridge the world of the living and the world of the dead for Betelgeuse to cross from the latter to the former in full power (assuming he'd keep his ghostly powers upon gaining access to the world of the living; he might just become a regular guy, who knows. Still, restoring his body so he can walk as a living man again must require a lot of power).
When the ritual was only a step away from being finalized, it just left that link between Betelgeuse and Lydia which he eventually realized he could use to watch her from afar and try to reconnect with her. Call it a residual of sorts that was left when they were almost married the first time.
It may have only been possible for that link to remain or even form in the first place due to Lydia's own ability to see and communicate with ghosts, though.
As a matter of fact, as I mentioned before (because we all know how I'm a sucker for all the soulmate stuff lol), it may even be Lydia keeping that link between them alive, or even making it possible for it to exist. I have this headcanon that subconsciously she keeps calling him and allowing his presence around her all the time. She may sense a bond with him that she's currently unable to consciously notice. Betelgeuse feels the same bond and openly embraces it; he's an ancient, powerful soul, so he can see how the two of them are just meant to be together. But yes, I already totally talked about this in the other post.
More headcanon stuff: At the end of the sequel, when Betelgeuse shows up in Lydia's bed (and possibly in her nightmare, too, unless they were sharing the same dream), that it might've been Lydia's subconscious calling him right back to her after she banished him. There's a part of her that never wanted him gone. We can see how her face looks conflicted right after she sent Betelgeuse away. We can also see how her face went from scared and disgusted, to confused and surprised while they danced during the wedding scene. Lydia's heart was no doubt swayed, but she's struggling to come to terms with it. (You can clearly see how she's thinking "what the heck it was for real? This guy really loves me??" I totally didn't notice that the first time I watched that scene).
Anyway I'll leave this one up to here, lest I start repeating my points from the previous post (which I'm already doing, oops lol).
My Tl;dr for this post: Their psychic connection might have formed right after the first wedding, due to it being almost finalized. A link was formed and remained between their souls. Lydia might be keeping that link alive and calling Betelgeuse right back to her, subconsciously.
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isak-dot-gov · 5 months ago
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Heyyyyyy I thought I'd just gab my thoughts lol
Could you please write a Judgment day x reader [Platonic] OR a Rhea Ripley x reader Where Readers was out for an injury (Kinda like how rhea is Was a bit ago) and they've been out yk just living their normal life, And one night the Judgment day is doing what they do yk being emo and incredibly edgy as they do And reader makes a suprise return
I just think that would be so fricken cute tyyyy xox your writing is amazing
Surprise Return
Pairing: (Platonic)Judgement day x Reader
Word count: 1582
My masterlist:)
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The arena was electrified with the hum of anticipation. Every seat in the stadium was filled, with thousands of fans screaming and chanting in a cacophony that only heightened the excitement. The massive screens hanging above the ring lit up with the dark, brooding graphics of Judgment Day, and the audience’s reaction grew even louder.
Judgment Day was at the height of their dominance in WWE, a faction that embodied a unique mix of strength, rebellion, and pure chaos. Led by Finn Bálor, the group had become a force to be reckoned with, and their presence commanded attention. Beside Finn stood Damian Priest, his towering figure exuding a cold, intimidating presence. Dominik Mysterio, the group's newest member, looked out into the crowd with a sly grin, soaking up the mixed reactions from the fans.
But tonight, the spotlight was on Rhea Ripley. The Eradicator, as she was often called, was back in action after a minor injury had sidelined her for a few weeks. She stood in the ring, her posture defiant and strong, black lipstick accentuating her smirk as she looked out at the sea of faces. The crowd's reactions were divided between boos and cheers, a testament to the polarising nature of Judgment Day.
Rhea grabbed a microphone, her voice cutting through the noise like a knife. "So, this is the welcome we get, huh? After all the entertainment we provide for you ungrateful lot?"
The crowd’s reaction intensified, and Rhea’s smirk only widened. She thrived on the tension, on the energy that only a live WWE audience could provide.
Damian took the mic next, his voice a low, growling baritone that echoed through the arena. "You all think you can stop us? Think again. Judgment Day is here to stay, and we’re stronger than ever."
Dominik chimed in, his smirk growing more pronounced. "And trust me, none of you are ready for what's coming next."
Finn nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. "You’ve seen what we can do. But this… this is only the beginning."
As they continued to hype up their dominance and plans, Rhea’s mind drifted for a moment. She couldn’t help but think about you. You had been an integral part of the faction before your injury—one of the few people who understood what it meant to walk the fine line between chaos and control. The friendship between you and Rhea had been instantaneous and deep; there was a mutual respect and understanding that went beyond words.
The crowd's reaction suddenly shifted, pulling Rhea back to the present. The lights flickered, and then, without warning, the arena went dark. A murmur of confusion rippled through the audience. Judgment Day looked around, bewildered but ready for anything. The titantron flickered back to life, and a heartbeat-like thump echoed through the stadium speakers. It was a sound that everyone knew—your entrance theme.
Gasps of surprise and excitement filled the arena. Fans were on their feet, their eyes glued to the entrance ramp. The Judgment Day members exchanged shocked glances. Rhea’s heart raced in her chest as she tried to process what was happening. 
The screen above showed a series of highlights from your past matches, a montage of your resilience, strength, and charisma. Then, the heartbeat thumping faded into your entrance music. The crowd erupted in cheers. The lights around the entrance ramp flashed in time with the music, creating a spectacle that had everyone on the edge of their seats.
And there you were, stepping out onto the stage, illuminated by the spotlight. Your presence sent a wave of exhilaration through the crowd. Dressed in your signature gear, you looked just as fierce and confident as ever. The months of recovery and rehab seemed like they had only made you stronger.
Rhea’s face broke into a wide grin, a mix of relief and excitement. "No way," she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. The rest of Judgment Day mirrored her reaction, stunned but thrilled to see you.
You took your time walking down the ramp, soaking in the atmosphere. Every step was measured, a reminder to the WWE Universe that you were back and better than ever. As you approached the ring, you locked eyes with Rhea, and she knew immediately—your return was more than just about getting back into the ring. It was about reclaiming your place in Judgment Day, your family.
Sliding under the ropes, you stood up and faced your teammates. Rhea was the first to move, stepping forward and enveloping you in a tight hug. The crowd’s cheers grew even louder at the sight. "Welcome back, Y/N," Rhea whispered, squeezing you tightly. "We've missed you."
You laughed, the sound filled with emotion. "Missed you guys too. It's been too long."
Finn, Damian, and Dominik crowded around, each giving you a hug or a pat on the back. Damian, always the stoic one, even cracked a rare smile. "It's good to see you, Y/N," he said, his deep voice softening for a moment. "We’ve been holding things down, but it wasn’t the same without you."
"Thanks, Damian," you replied, smiling up at him. "I’ve been itching to get back in here and stir things up again."
Dominik, the newest member, looked at you with a mix of admiration and respect. "Glad to have you back, Y/N. We could use your... unique touch around here."
You chuckled, appreciating the camaraderie. "Oh, don't worry. I’m back, and I’m ready to make some waves."
Finn handed you a microphone, his grin never fading. "Say something to the people, Y/N. Let them know who’s back."
Taking the microphone, you turned to face the crowd, who were still buzzing with excitement. "It’s been a long road to recovery," you began, your voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside you. "But I'm back now. And I’m ready to remind everyone exactly why Judgment Day is the most dominant force in WWE."
The crowd roared in response, and you could feel the energy surge through you. This was where you belonged, and you weren’t going to let anything take that away again.
Rhea took the mic back, still smiling. "Judgment Day was already unstoppable. But now? With Y/N back, there’s no one that can touch us."
The crowd’s cheers were deafening, and you felt a rush of adrenaline. Being back in the ring, with your friends by your side, felt like coming home.
Just as the cheers started to settle, the sound of someone’s music blaring through the speakers cut through the celebration. The crowd shifted from cheers to a mix of surprised gasps and jeers as a rival faction’s entrance music played, signalling an unexpected interruption. 
Rhea’s expression instantly turned from joyous to serious, her eyes narrowing as she turned toward the entrance ramp. The rest of Judgment Day followed suit, their muscles tensing as they prepared for whatever was coming.
You, however, were grinning from ear to ear. “Guess I get to dive back in sooner than expected,” you muttered, cracking your knuckles in anticipation.
A few seconds later, a group of wrestlers emerged from the back, their expressions cocky as they strode toward the ring. You could feel the tension in the air thickening, the energy in the arena shifting from celebratory to confrontational.
The lead rival grabbed a microphone, a smirk on his face as he looked at you. “Well, well, well. Look who’s back. Y/N, isn’t it a bit too soon for a comeback? We all thought you’d be smart enough to stay on the sidelines.”
You stepped forward, the smile never leaving your face. “Funny, I was just thinking it was about time someone reminded you who runs this place,” you shot back, your voice filled with confidence.
The crowd erupted in cheers, and you could see Rhea and the rest of Judgment Day smirking at your response. It was on. 
Before anyone could make a move, you lunged forward, sliding out of the ring and charging up the ramp. The rival faction was caught off guard, stumbling back as you threw the first punch. The rest of Judgment Day quickly followed, launching themselves into the fray.
The crowd went wild as chaos erupted at the top of the ramp. You ducked and dodged, delivering quick jabs and powerful kicks, adrenaline pumping through your veins. Rhea was right by your side, taking down opponents with a combination of raw power and skill.
Finn, Damian, and Dominik were equally relentless, the five of you working together in perfect harmony. It was like you had never been away—your movements fluid, your teamwork seamless. 
The rival faction quickly found themselves overwhelmed, retreating under the onslaught. Within moments, you and Judgment Day had cleared the ramp, sending the invaders scrambling back through the curtain.
Breathing heavily, you looked over at Rhea, who was grinning widely, her eyes shining with excitement. “Now that’s what I call a welcome back party,” she said, laughing.
You laughed with her, the exhilaration of the fight still coursing through you. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
As you made your way back to the ring, the crowd erupted in chants of your name. Rhea, Finn, Damian, and Dominik joined in, raising your arms in celebration. You felt a surge of pride and happiness, knowing that you were finally back where you belonged—with your family, ready to take on whatever came next.
And with Judgment Day by your side, there was nothing you couldn’t face.
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Isak speaks: I love writing requests sm but I also get scared I'm not doing a good job because I'm not in the person's mind lol
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tswhiisftteedr · 1 year ago
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As a request please give me some lewd Ruggie Bucchi Headcanons if you have any!! I’m starving for content!!!!! <3 <3 <3 please and thank you!!
Giggle Call ☆ Headcanon + Drabble
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☆Pervy!Top!Ruggie x Yuu!Reader :
The story of how Ruggie turn poor unfortunate(fortunate?) you, into his perfect little toy~
Warnings: Mature content, Ruggie is aged up to 18+ and NCR is an actually college, public sex, manipulation, gaslighting, fingering, handjob, oral (female, male and gn receiving). Mind break? Not proofread.
Author Note: Ok this request gives me so much liberty lol. This is Ruggie with a yuu!reader, fem, male, and gn. But the actual act of sex will be gn. Anyways Hope you like it!
Note: Fem!yuu!reader wears a skirt, meanwhile male and gn wear pants. The only reason is because I have a fem!yuu oc that I made a uniform for, and I like the idea of reader wearing it. For the beginning Headcanons fem and male reader are cis, but if this gets enough post likes/or it is highly requested, I don’t mind writing another version for trans readers! Another thing, this is my first male!amab!reader work, I personally don’t think I would do masc and/or amab request just yet. This is more of a going with flow type of work. I honestly just felt like including masc!amab content, but it’s something I won’t ask a request as I am still a beginner and work with fem!afab content is easier for me. By the way a giggle call is what you call a hyena’s laught.
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☆ More under the cut. ☆
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It all begin when you first arrived in twisted wonderland. As you approach the dark mirror, pronouncing your name to it, a somewhat odd odeur was what Ruggie smelled from you.
The scent that came off you was definitely out of place, especially for this school. When the Mirror denounced you as a magicless human, Ruggie thought that was it for a moment. But, Ruggie had been around magicless or low magic kids back home, and your aroma was definitely different from theirs. Yours was something he had never encountered before, out worldly he dare say!
Despite he’s usual reclined state towards anything but food, his interest was peeked, so he had made a mental note to keep an eye open for you.
(Jump to the next divider for male!reader, and the one after that for gn!reader)
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Fem!Reader
The day after the ceremony, Crowley had given you some pretty loose clothing to your janitor work in. When Ruggie saw your face as you walk on Main Street, he couldn’t lie that he found you feminine looking and pretty too. No matter what you would be wearing, you would be confused for a chick.
He just continued to walk towards the school building, but as he momentarily grazed your side he did a step back. Sure the Pomefiore guys were the pretty type, so feminine guys weren’t foreign to this hyena. But he was a beastmen and one who trusted his sense of smell at that. His nose had told him something as he walk passed you; The fact you were defenetly a girl, no doubt about it.
Now having fully you on his radar, not something to look around for when the occasion was given, Ruggie was going to have his fun with the new pretty girl on campus.
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The next day he saw you brandish a shiny new uniform, with modifications to the regular clothing. Your little alterations to the articles made them ‘more you’ he thought.
You had replacing the usual pair of pants with a skirt that was a bit longer than a mid-thigh one but didn’t reach the knee. It was beautifully embroidered with a swirly thorn pattern, you also wore a pair of stockings/tights to accompany it.
Honestly, it looked good, and ‘Hey, he wasn’t the type to complain at a look of those pretty legs.’ As he casually tried to pass of his staring of your body to his friends, his mind was only focus on one thought that concern your skirt. ‘Easy access.’
He knew he wasn’t suppose to drool at the first hot chick he saw, especially one he had just first seen day prior and had never even talk to for that matter.
But ‘come on!’ What kind of reasonable beastman would not ongle as such a tasty treat like your self.
After the initial process of staring at you in the hallways and the classroom, Ruggie became conscious to the fact that he share most of his classes with you this semester. That meant he actually had the chance to get closer to you! And things only went down hill since then...
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The day after his ‘enlightenment’ as he put it to Leona. Ruggie had introducing himself to you, acting normal as ever, like he wasn’t just thinking foul things about you.
Quickly after being aquatinted, he made a point to be your sitting buddy in every class your shared. Getting closer after every class.
His behaviour started sweet, at least form your perspective, you were unaware of the true depravity behind the eyes of the man you had began to call your friend.
First step of his plan was to complete isolate you, so he slowly separated you from your usual friend group during lunch, making you sit with his instead. He had already done so with your shared so classes so you weren’t suspicious enough to see a red flag in such actions, ‘he just wanted some friendly attention, right?’
His secret depraved thoughts soon transform to reality. In the debut of it all, he would graze you more often, hold your hand longer when dragging you off somewhere, his hugs were tighter and his hand would travel lowered and lower down you back after each interaction.
Contact with him was now so common, that he was comfortable being more ‘handsy’.
He would smack your your ass as passed you, saying that it just his way to say hello now that you were ‘close friends.’
He would grope your boobs and play it off as a prank.
He would ‘fake bang you’ any time you happen to bend over in front of him. Making his friend groupe laugh.
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At some point these behaviours were completely normalized to you, but only from Ruggie, ‘he was your best friend after all and he was the only one allowed to do so!’ You would tell off anyone who tried to copy his actions towards you and he thrived in such reaction.
He was really molding you into the girl perfect his little fantasy, the type of chick that would let him do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. But that wasn’t just that by now, in his own twisted way he had fallen for the charms of your personality, not just your body. So from here on he ought to himself that you would be his girlfriend before the end of the school year!
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With the new found confidence from your compliance, Ruggie made it his next goal to persuade you into letting him touch you.
And not in the way he did previously, his ‘measly groping’ wasn’t anything like what he was going to do to you now….
It all started at the beginning of the second semester with this pervy hyena offering you a massage.
And ‘hey why not, you’re sure he must have done something along those lines for his lazy lion of a dorm leader.’ It’s true that Ruggie did give Leona massages from time to time, when the lion requested them. But, yours was a ‘special one’.
He would start with your neck & shoulders taking care of the knots in those areas, than your arms, and your hands.
He would then make you lie stomach down, working your upper to lower back. Moving on to your ass, under the pretext that; ‘there’s muscle in there too’ so he needed to knead it!
After that he took care of the back of your legs, then flipped you onto your back with ease. Shocking you at the display of strength.
He soon continued his ‘massage’ with the front of your thighs. His hands going higher, and higher until he reach your panties. He began to play with your panty line from under your skirt, which caused you to speak out.
“What are you doing Ruggie?!!” “Chill out, I’m just giving a massage.” He replied nonchalantly, “But this isn’t-“ “Come on don’t be such a fucking prude, I’m making you feel good aren’t I? You should definitely be thanking me, instead of berate me. So, now shut up like a good girl and let me work on the massage.”
He knew he was manipulative in that instant, but he could help but grin at the fact that you did stop protesting like he asked you to. Replacing your sounds of disapproval, by sweet gasps and moans, just for him to enjoy. Meanwhile it had came to him that he had conditioned you to accept anything he dished out, you were totally submissive to his words and actions, this was something that he loved.
He soon stop the simple fiddle of your pussy through the fabric of your panties, to pull in the fabric aside and fingering you. He giggled every time your body would jerk, he held down your legs to prevent from escaping as he started eating you messily. Oh, and you came hard. Harder than you ever by your own fingers, maybe that’s why you were so compliant with his next actions…
The pervert had begin to finger you in class, making it a game of if you can keep quiet enough to not get caught. Too bad for you, even if you were completely silent most students knew what was taking place at the back of the classroom, after all Ruggie wasn’t the only beastman in your class. And those guys all had developed smell and hearing.
He made you jerk him off at lunch in the cafeteria, hand under the table. Blow him in the unfrequented hallways, and texted you to join him in the bathroom stalls during your unshared classes, so he could fuck you!
This went on to the point that you couldn’t touch yourself without thinking about him, and you certainly couldn’t cum without his help.
He had made you so dependent on him for pleasure, you were at his neck and call, even accepting to be his girlfriend the moment he asked you halfway through the second semester. It was to late for you, your previous friends couldn’t help you anymore, looks like Ruggie did do well on his promise.
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Male!Reader
The day after the ceremony, Crowley had given you some pretty loose clothing to your janitor work in. When Ruggie saw your face as you walk on Main Street, he couldn’t lie that he found you handsome looking. No matter what you would be wearing, you would be confused for some male idol or model.
He just continued to walk towards the school building, but as he momentarily grazed your side he couldn’t help but appreciate your scent. Sure he was used to guys around him, despite that, for some reason the way you smelled was so appealing to him. He felt almost bewitched at that, ‘was he and the dark mirror wrong or were you actually magicless?’
Now having fully you on his radar, not something to look around for when the occasion was given, Ruggie was going to have his fun with the new hot guy on campus.
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The next day he saw you brandish a shiny new uniform, with modifications to the regular clothing. Your little alterations to the articles made them ‘more you’ he thought.
You had the penta tailored to fit you to the perfection, complimenting your figure. The pant’s bottoms were beautifully embroidered with a swirly thorn pattern, you also wore a black and white striped band around your left arm in a similar manner others would do with their dorms insignia, you made it into a bow to compensate it.
Honestly, it looked good, and ‘Hey, he wasn’t the type to complain at a look of the fashionable specimen you were.’ As he casually tried to pass of his staring of your body to his friends, his mind was only focus on one thought that concern your fitted pants. ‘He couldn’t wait to rip them of if you.’
He knew he wasn’t suppose to drool at the first hot guy he saw, especially one he had just first seen day prior and had never even talk to for that matter.
But ‘come on!’ What kind of reasonable beastman would not ongle as such a tasty treat like your self.
After the initial process of staring at you in the hallways and the classroom, Ruggie became conscious to the fact that he share most of his classes with you this semester. That meant he actually had the chance to get closer to you! And things only went down hill since then...
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The day after his ‘enlightenment’ as he put it to Leona. Ruggie had introducing himself to you, acting normal as ever, like he wasn’t just thinking foul things about you.
Quickly after being aquatinted, he made a point to be your sitting buddy in every class your shared. Getting closer after every class.
His behaviour started sweet, at least form your perspective, you were unaware of the true depravity behind the eyes of the man you had began to call your friend.
First step of his plan was to complete isolate you, so he slowly separated you from your usual friend group during lunch, making you sit with his instead. He had already done so with your shared so classes so you weren’t suspicious enough to see a red flag in such actions, ‘he just wanted some friendly attention, right?’
His secret depraved thoughts soon transform to reality. In the debut of it all, he would graze you more often, hold your hand longer when dragging you off somewhere, his hugs were tighter and his hand would travel lowered and lower down you back after each interaction.
Contact with him was now so common, that he was comfortable being more ‘handsy’.
He would smack your your ass as passed you, saying that it just his way to say hello now that you were ‘close friends.’
He would grope your crotch and play it off as just him wanting to know ‘what his bro was packing, he’s not gay, so why are you being weird about it?’ This manipulative fucker
He would ‘fake bang you’ any time you happen to bend over in front of him. Saying that you looked like a chick from behind, so it was basically the same he told you and his friends. In all honestly it didn’t matter if your behind would be considered feminine or not, he was just spouting bullshit as excuses. But in reality he would’ve definitely fucked you this very right moment if you had given him the green light.
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At some point these behaviours were completely normalized to you, but only from Ruggie, ‘he was your best friend after all and he was the only one allowed to do so!’ You would tell off anyone who tried to copy his actions towards you and he thrived in such reaction.
He was really molding you into the boy perfect his little fantasy, the type of guy that would let him do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. But that wasn’t just that by now, in his own twisted way he had fallen for the charms of your personality, not just your body. So from here on he ought to himself that you would be his boyfriend before the end of the school year!
———————————————————————
With the new found confidence from your compliance, Ruggie made it his next goal to persuade you into letting him touch you.
And not in the way he did previously, his ‘measly groping’ wasn’t anything like what he was going to do to you now….
It all started at the beginning of the second semester with this pervy hyena offering you a massage.
And ‘hey why not, you’re sure he must have done something along those lines for his lazy lion of a dorm leader.’ It’s true that Ruggie did give Leona massages from time to time, when the lion requested them. But, yours was a ‘special one’.
He would start with your neck & shoulders taking care of the knots in those areas, than your arms, and your hands.
He would then make you lie stomach down, working your upper to lower back. He had made you remove your pants so he could better work the muscles. Moving on to your ass, under the pretext that; ‘there’s muscle in there too’ so he needed to knead it!
After that he took care of the back of your legs, then flipped you onto your back with ease. Shocking you at the display of strength.
He soon continued his ‘massage’ with the front of your thighs. His hands going higher, and higher until he reach your boxers. He began to rub your member from from above the fabric, which caused you to speak out.
“What are you doing Ruggie?!!” “Chill out, I’m just giving a massage.” He replied nonchalantly, “But this isn’t-“ “Come on don’t be such a fucking prude, I’m making you feel good aren’t I? You should definitely be thanking me, instead of berate me. So, now shut up like a good boy and let me work on the massage.”
He knew he was manipulative in that instant, but he could help but grin at the fact that you did stop protesting like he asked you to. Replacing your sounds of disapproval, by sweet gasps and moans, just for him to enjoy. Meanwhile it had came to him that he had conditioned you to accept anything he dished out, you were totally submissive to his words and actions, this was something that he loved.
He soon stop the simple fiddle of your dick through the fabric of your boxers, to pull in the fabric down and jerked you off. He giggled every time your body would jerk, he changed the position, holding down your legs to prevent from escaping as he started fingering your hole. Oh, and you came hard. Harder than you ever by your own hands, maybe that’s why you were so compliant with his next actions…
The pervert had begin to jerk you off in class, making it a game of if you can keep quiet enough to not get caught. Too bad for you, even if you were completely silent most students knew what was taking place at the back of the classroom, after all Ruggie wasn’t the only beastman in your class. And those guys all had developed smell and hearing.
He made you jerk him off at lunch in the cafeteria, hand under the table. Blow him in the unfrequented hallways, and texted you to join him in the bathroom stalls during your unshared classes, so he could fuck you!
This went on to the point that you couldn’t touch yourself without thinking about him, and you certainly couldn’t cum without his help.
He had made you so dependent on him for pleasure, you were at his neck and call, even accepting to be his boyfriend the moment he asked you halfway through the second semester. It was to late for you, your previous friends couldn’t help you anymore, looks like Ruggie did do well on his promise.
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Gn!Reader
The day after the ceremony, Crowley had given you some pretty loose clothing to your janitor work in. When Ruggie saw your face as you walk on Main Street, he couldn’t lie that he found you attractive looking. No matter what you would be wearing, you would be confused for some type of model for a big brand cosmetic/skincare company, not that he necessarily had any knowledge about them, he just had ‘that kind of feeling you know?’
He just continued to walk towards the school building, but as he momentarily grazed your side he felt as was overwhelming by the sweet and alluring aroma coming off of you. Was everyone sure you were indeed magicless, ‘cuz damn, you just had put a spell on that boy!’ He even wondered if you weren’t one of those sex demons that just passed themselves off as a stranded soul in this world, what were the called again, succubus? Incubus? Whatever, all he knew was would be falsifier if said that he didn’t want to pounce on you this very right instant.
Now having fully you on his radar, not something to look around for when the occasion was given, Ruggie was going to have his fun with the new sexy thing on campus.
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The next day he saw you brandish a shiny new uniform, with modifications to the regular clothing. Your little alterations to the articles made them ‘more you’ he thought.
You had the pant’s tailored to fit you to the perfection, complimenting your figure. The pant’s bottoms were beautifully embroidered with a swirly thorn pattern, you also wore a black and white striped band around your left arm in a similar manner others would do with their dorms insignia, you made it into a bow to compensate it.
Honestly, it looked good, and ‘Hey, he wasn’t the type to complain at a look of the fashionable specimen you were.’ As he casually tried to pass of his staring of your body to his friends, his mind was only focus on one thought that concern your fitted pants. ‘He couldn’t wait to rip them of if you.’
He knew he wasn’t suppose to drool at the first hot person he saw, especially one he had just first seen day prior and had never even talk to for that matter.
But ‘come on!’ What kind of reasonable beastman would not ongle as such a tasty treat like your self.
After the initial process of staring at you in the hallways and the classroom, Ruggie became conscious to the fact that he share most of his classes with you this semester. That meant he actually had the chance to get closer to you! And things only went down hill since then...
———————————————————————
The day after his ‘enlightenment’ as he put it to Leona. Ruggie had introducing himself to you, acting normal as ever, like he wasn’t just thinking foul things about you.
Quickly after being aquatinted, he made a point to be your sitting buddy in every class your shared. Getting closer after every class.
His behaviour started sweet, at least form your perspective, you were unaware of the true depravity behind the eyes of the man you had began to call your friend.
First step of his plan was to complete isolate you, so he slowly separated you from your usual friend group during lunch, making you sit with his instead. He had already done so with your shared so classes so you weren’t suspicious enough to see a red flag in such actions, ‘he just wanted some friendly attention, right?’
His secret depraved thoughts soon transform to reality. In the debut of it all, he would graze you more often, hold your hand longer when dragging you off somewhere, his hugs were tighter and his hand would travel lowered and lower down you back after each interaction.
Contact with him was now so common, that he was comfortable being more ‘handsy’.
He would smack your your ass as passed you, saying that it just his way to say hello now that you were ‘close friends.’
He would grope your thoughts and play it off as just him wanting to you to pay attention. ‘It’s not his fault you look like you always have your head in the clouds.’ This perverted fuck.
He would ‘fake bang you’ any time you happen to bend over in front of him. Saying that you looked like a chick from behind, so it was basically the same he told you and his friends. In all honestly it didn’t matter if your behind would be considered feminine or not, he was just spouting bullshit as excuses. But in reality he would’ve definitely fucked you this very right moment if you had given him the green light.
———————————————————————
At some point these behaviours were completely normalized to you, but only from Ruggie, ‘he was your best friend after all and he was the only one allowed to do so!’ You would tell off anyone who tried to copy his actions towards you and he thrived in such reaction.
He was really molding you into the person perfect his little fantasy, the type of person that would let him do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. But that wasn’t just that by now, in his own twisted way he had fallen for the charms of your personality, not just your body. So from here on he ought to himself that you would be his partner before the end of the school year!
———————————————————————
With the new found confidence from your compliance, Ruggie made it his next goal to persuade you into letting him touch you.
And not in the way he did previously, his ‘measly groping’ wasn’t anything like what he was going to do to you now….
It all started at the beginning of the second semester with this pervy hyena offering you a massage.
And ‘hey why not, you’re sure he must have done something along those lines for his lazy lion of a dorm leader.’ It’s true that Ruggie did give Leona massages from time to time, when the lion requested them. But, yours was a ‘special one’.
He would start with your neck & shoulders taking care of the knots in those areas, than your arms, and your hands.
He would then make you lie stomach down, working your upper to lower back. He had made you remove your pants so he could better work the muscles. Moving on to your ass, under the pretext that; ‘there’s muscle in there too’ so he needed to knead it!
After that he took care of the back of your legs, then flipped you onto your back with ease. Shocking you at the display of strength.
He soon continued his ‘massage’ with the front of your thighs. His hands going higher, and higher until he reach your underwear. He began to touch your bits from above the fabric, which caused you to speak out.
“What are you doing Ruggie?!!” “Chill out, I’m just giving a massage.” He replied nonchalantly, “But this isn’t-“ “Come on don’t be such a fucking prude, I’m making you feel good aren’t I? You should definitely be thanking me, instead of berate me. So, now shut up like a good plaything and let me work on the massage.”
He knew he was manipulative in that instant, but he could help but grin at the fact that you did stop protesting like he asked you to. Replacing your sounds of disapproval, by sweet gasps and moans, just for him to enjoy. Meanwhile it had came to him that he had conditioned you to accept anything he dished out, you were totally submissive to his words and actions, this was something that he loved.
He soon stop the simple fiddle of your junk through the fabric of your undies, to pull the fabric out of the way and play with you. He giggled every time your body would jerk, holding down your legs to prevent from escaping as he started fingering your hole. Oh, and you came hard. Harder than you ever by your own hands, maybe that’s why you were so compliant with his next actions…
The pervert had begin to touch you in class, making it a game of if you can keep quiet enough to not get caught. Too bad for you, even if you were completely silent most students knew what was taking place at the back of the classroom, after all Ruggie wasn’t the only beastman in your class. And those guys all had developed smell and hearing.
He made you jerk him off at lunch in the cafeteria, hand under the table. Blow him in the unfrequented hallways, and texted you to join him in the bathroom stalls during your unshared classes, so he could fuck you!
This went on to the point that you couldn’t touch yourself without thinking about him, and you certainly couldn’t cum without his help.
He had made you so dependent on him for pleasure, you were at his neck and call, even accepting to be his partner the moment he asked you halfway through the second semester. It was to late for you, your previous friends couldn’t help you anymore, looks like Ruggie did do well on his promise.
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Sleeping with Pervy!Top!Ruggie:
Despite having quickies in bathroom stalls, Ruggie couldn’t settle his sexual frustration. He needed to fuck you, needed to take his time with you.
That’s why you were here now, splayed out naked on the hyena’s bed, waiting for him to return like he had told you.
A bit of time had passed when came back into the room, snacks and refreshments in his hands. Which whom he put his mini fridge for later.
After that was taken off, he proceeded to rip his clothes off and pounce on you. Relishing in the noises that came from your surprise self. Because no matter how many times he pursued you, it’s always a bit scary when someone would be on you in the spend of a blink.
He brought his fingers to his mouth, lubing them up, than back down, stretching your hole. Ruggie only stop fiddling with it when you came, taking his fingers out, he spat on his hand before giving his dick a few pumps. He than inserted himself into you, starting with a rough pace right off the bat, he waited long enough to have you under him so he wasn’t going to be gentle.
As he thrusted hard and fast into you, he stated playing with your exposed bits making your moans louder. And just as you were about to cum, Ruggie pulled out, making you whined at your ruined climax. He only snickered at that, than proceeded to flip you over. You were now ass up, and face pushed into the pillow by one of his hand, as the other was holding his member, positioning it at your entrance.
He swiftly pushed himself back into your warmth, pounding even harder than before, your whines and begs being muffled by the pillow. His mouvements were hieratic, fucking you out of your mind.
You both soon got closer and closer to your peek, your legs were shaking as you finally came, meanwhile Ruggie was stable as ever when he pumped his load deep inside you.
Turning you over once more, you layed on your back and let out a sigh in relief as it was finally over, you were already spent.
But that relief quickly dissipated as you felt Ruggie’s hand bending your legs, folding you into a mating press. He couldn’t help but laugh at the confused look on you face.
“What? Don’t tell me you thought it was over already? Don’t be so dumb sweet cheeks. Shishishi!”
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The Office lgbtq+ hcs (also posted on twitter but formatting will be different here lol)
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Michael Scott
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- cis, I don't think I could see him as anything else I fear
- he/him, but if he was asked he'd be very confused and would just be like "pronouns [pronounce] what?"
- bi, he never officially labels himself as that but we know damn well it's practically canon
- he is peak autism and I love him for it
- Ryan was bi awakening for obvious reasons
- I think he's kissed dwight before but refuses to talk about it
- Definitely had a crush on david at some point
- I don't know if he necessarily had a crush on Todd but he influences a huge part of who michael is he definitely likes him as more than a friend (not that michael will ever admit that)
- I was talking with a friend about if Dwight/Ryan were dating and just the dynamic of that and how michael would react
"You two shouldn't be together!!" He goes on this whole rant and tries to rally the office to his cause (which they don't) and he gets like so close to figuring out that he likes Ryan before he just let's it go
Not really relevant to headcanons just wanted to air that out lol
Jim Halpert
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LOOK HOW PRETTY HE IS THERE
Anyway
- cis, honestly my gender hc for him switches a lot sometimes he's transmasc sometimes he's just cis whatever I feel fits in the moment tbh
- he/they, if someone asked him for his pronouns he'd probably only say he/him but I don't think he'd mind they/them too but again this changes for me too
- bi, in my brain it works
Also someone on twitter made a really strong case and they were talking about how ooc the thing Jim was keeping from Pam could've been him coming out as bi which I think would be a really cute concept
- I think Kelly helped him figure out he was bi as they are besties (I will make them besties trust)
- he has some freaky frenemies with benefits thing going on with dwight (with the consent of Pam ofc)
With that I'd say he's also ambiamorous he doesn't label himself as that but that's how I'd describe it
- he kissed ryan at a christmas party once
Kevin Malone
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- cis, honestly can be pretty flexible with this I think it's fun to play around with transfem Kevin but not that realistic in canon
- I don't think he'd care much for pronouns but I personally really like he/she Kevin I think someone would accidentally use she/her and on him and she'd just go to Oscar like "wait you can use she/her without being a girl??" And that is his gender awakening basically
Oh also I think Kelly introduces to him to neos and he ends up liking cloud/clouds
- straight I don't know I can't see him liking men
- maybe has adhd??
- Angela and Oscar are the first people he goes to for everything (they ARE found family)
Ryan Howard
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- you could hc him as any gender and I'd say yes but I'll just say transmasc, though I usually like genderfluid and nonbinary to describe him as well
- he/they/xe, kelly introduced him to neopronouns obviously my chronically online queer queen
- gay??? ace too?? Idrk he's super in the closet though
- he has kissed michael before and freaked out bc he didn't hate it
- Definitely had something romantic with Gabe
Pam Beesly-Halpert
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- cis, though I'm not super solid on this though
- she/they, I think she'd make an extra effort as office administrator to make people wear pronoun pins and/or pronouns on their nametags so that they could be normalized in the workplace. Also in general I think she realizes there are a good amount of people who don't just use she/her and he/him so she wanted to be more inclusive. She is the hugest ally in the office.
- sapphic, kelly helped pam discover the term sapphic but she definitely had her awakening with Katy/Karen
Like she knows she definitely likes Jim but then she spends time with his partners and she's just like "wait am I jealous of her or jim?"
- while jim/dwight are fucking Pam and Angela also have a similar frenemies with benefits situation
With the consent of Jim obviously
(She is ambiamorous and labels herself as such)
- she's also autistic bc yes
Dwight Schrute
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- transmasc and agender. I don't think he fully identifies as agender he simply just could care less about it's gender.
When explaining that to kelly (bc yes she is who everyone goes to when they're questioning their identity bc they've tried to talk to toby but he was so useless he basically defers everyone to kelly (also oscar will not answer those questions bc he can't be bothered)) she basically is like "so you're agender?" and it's just like "no I'm trying to tell you I have no gender!" "Dwight no-"
- it/he in professional settings it only uses he/him but like pam, angela, and Jim know he uses it/it's
Eventually everyone else figures out and they're just like "I've been using it/it's on him for years!"
- demiro; I think he very clearly falls for someone sexually very fast and will be like lowkey obsessed but it takes him awhile to actually fall for people romantically. I also sometimes hc him as nebularomantic since he is technically supposed to be autistic?? At least I hc it as autistic-
- pan, just makes sense to me 🤷
- polyamorous, as he's dating Angela he is also sleeping with Jim (with Angela's consent obvs)
Andy Bernard
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- cis, I can't really imagine him as anything else sorry
- he/him and he's also a pretty big trans ally and he takes pronouns very seriously. He went to Cornell so he knows his english or whatever. He Will call people out when they hate on pronouns and use "I/We/Me" in the post.
- realistically? Bicurious
In my headcanon? Gay but so so deep in closet (it is glass though) due to his upbringing he has unfortunately repressed it just so much.
- had crushes on Oscar, Darryl, and Jim at some point, he would never admit these were crushes though.
- oh he's also autistic
Kelly Kapoor
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- cis, though sometimes I transfem her
- she/her
- realistically bi but in my heart of hearts she's a lesbian with comphet
- she's dating Erin
- she's autistics with a special interest in fashion and celebrities
Oscar Martinez
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- cis, not a hater of trans Oscar but I fear I can't see him as anything other than cis 🥲
- he/him, he also would get into arguments over pronouns and he would own the average transphobe by saying "actually-"
- gay (canon)
- autistic in my heart of hearts
- he refuses to catch feelings out of fear of rejection
- bc of this Andy has to be the one to confess first which is hard for both of them
Sigh gay men 😔
(TO BE CONTINUED I HIT IMAGE LIMIT)
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dominom3th · 7 months ago
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-1%Frisk ref sheet!
Story:
-1%!Frisk, also known as Under1%!Frisk (but we’ll just call them Frisk) is a human who had fallen into the underground after the souls were stolen by Carla. They have no memory of who they were but understand the concept of the world they live in, including the history of humans and monsters before even being told the story or learning about it on their own. When Frisk wakes up they are greeted by Carla and two paths are revealed, one, listen to Carla and follow their directions to save the monsters of the underground. Or two, go against Carla and try to save the monsters in their own way, so that they also find out the secret of themselves, and what Frisks existence is hiding.
Personality:
Frisk is ambitious and energetic while also being calculated and strategic, they take priority in their battling skills and critical thinking to help others and problem solve. They also can be sarcastic and blunt, making others confused which it is at times. Other than that, Frisk has great compassion for others experiences and lives, and an unending desire to help others.
Fun facts:
Frisk loves anything that can get both their brain and body working, which is only one of the reasons they love battling so much! To them, fighting is a way of bonding with others and having fun, even in the worst of circumstances.
Their knife is named fenix (pronounced Phoenix) and its almost an anagram for “knife”.
Sometimes they can get a little in over their head in battles and lose control, but it depends on the difficulty of the battle.
They genuinely dont like chocolate lol
Their hair is RLLY curly and they hate messing with it so they keep it in a braid since thats how they spawned. (They undid it once and decided never again.. though i think its cute :3)
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this-is-fox-speaking · 1 year ago
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FANTOCCIO FACTS POST (from screenshots i found in my own interests server)
- His name is italian for puppet, but he pronounces it incorrectly and insists it’s the correct way to say his name if anyone else points it out and says he’s wrong.
- He’s not from Italy, obviously. Goes to show. But Ash imagines he knows a bit of italian. (“Not enough Italian to say his name right.” - Katie.)
- Fantoccio has a pet shark named Sharkspeare! Mentioned in the song at the line “‘Cause Sharkspeare’s looking mean!”
- Fantoccio has to make all his own props, set pieces, clothes, etc in the theatre.
- Would never smoke, and would hate being around it/people who’re doing it actively.
- Fantoccio was made by Ash as a fan OC for the game, and this (as far as I’m aware) is what got them hired onto the game, cause Katie loved their ideas so much.
- Fantoccio is not very good with kids.
- Fantoccio’s favorite food is churros. This came from the fact Ash once had a dream about him infodumping about them cause he loved them so much, so they made it canon.
- Don’t worry, he can indeed taste things normally. No traditional taste buds, but some, nonetheless. Same goes for touch!
- Fantoccio is canonically autistic, having many traits of himself heavily projected from Ash, themself.
- When asked what his meltdown triggers could be, Ash thought that some might be: too much touching, being without his hat, or one of his props breaking.
- Fantoccio likes wearing dresses! Wears them if he feels like it or if the role calls for it, during a play.
- Ash thinks he’d ADORE snow.
- Fantoccio would 100% love spicy italian from subway.
- Fantoccio plays violin!
- Fantoccio would chant “I’m sleeping” when struggling to fall asleep, like his own version of counting sheep.
- He would NEVER say the Earth is flat.
- He’d be the “How do you do that” of that one keysmash meme, if paired with Barnaby.
- Ash once said that Fantoccio is like Duck from Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared.
- When doing a personality type test (and actually answering truthfully instead of in character) for Fantoccio, he ended up with ENTJ-T, Commander. Fanto would answer untruthfully on some questions, like if he ever gets insecure (“PFFFT NO THE ANSWERS NO”).
- He can go uwu in the bbu lore, but he’ll hate it. (“THIS IS STUPID!!!”)
- Fantoccio would apparently be a “mac and cheese FIEND.”
- He’d hate pranks (specifically a hand zapper in this case), because they’re unexpected. (“NEVER DO THAT AGAIN”)
- This also means he’d never troll anyone, cause he feels above that.
- Fanto would HATE hearing people crack their knuckles, like Ash does.
- Fantoccio loves to carve wood. Specifically only by hand, that’s how much he loves it! He carved the two giant wooden hands used in his battle, but his favorite thing to carve is ducks.
- Fantoccio is very intent on ONLY eating the few foods he knows he likes.
- If he were an ice cream, he’d be coffee flavor! Which is ironic, because Ash has also said that it’d probably be terrible to give Fantoccio caffeine.
- Fantoccio would LOVE chicken nuggets.
- Hates pizza, though. Too greasy and messy.
- Would enjoy having an ipad “a little too much. He would be super confused at first but once he learns how to use it DO NOT TAKE IT AWAY”. (kinda like Peridot from Steven Universe)
- He would like spruce wood in Minecraft, but also acacia “just to look at.”
- Ash adores pirates, so so does Fantoccio!
- He has no nose, so no sneezes!
- Appreciates detail as much as Barnaby does.
- Fanto would love birds!
- Fanto is not capable of curse words. Sad.
- Fantoccio would COLLAPSE trying to lift someone without his powers.
- He stims by patting his face and spinning around. Fidgets with his hands in concepts for his standing idle animations, because he’s uncomfortable with standing and prefers floating.
- He’d favor Murder Mystery!
- His wood is alive and can grow like a real boy! (if you’ve seen my post being reblogged around, lol)
- He lives in the lost city of magic, which is abandoned and overrun my magical zombies who used to be magic users, now with a terrible curse. So he lives mainly in his theatre. He’s not trapped, anymore, like his old story!
- Fantoccio’s powers are based around telekinesis and teleportation. It’s how he moves his body around!
- He used to have a plush toy rabbit he carried around, when he was younger, seemingly. It’s unclear where that went, when he got older.
- Fantoccio’s been locked up in this city for 15 years, since he was 8. Completely isolated (save for those zombies, I suppose)! When Billie comes along, though, he’s so excited to have something new to play with!
- Fanto’s song is inspired by Weird Al. Like 90% of this game is, of course /lh. He was also inspired by the pied piper!
- He’d dislike the idea of seafood. (“He’d be like “Why would anyone want to eat a fish?!” And cover Sharkspeare’s nonexistent ears like “Don’t listen to them!””)
- The red feather in his hat is also used as a pen!
- Fantoccio is a being of pure magic, having an entire magic gem be his whole life source. This means he can use magic endlessly without getting tired (I believe)!
- Fantoccio is 23, he/him, and pansexual.
- His face is made using magic. It disappears when/if he’s magic-less.
- Fantoccio can absolutely feel pain.
- When it comes to nature, Ash said he’d kinda be like Rarity from MLP:FiM, but certain kinds of nature he’d still really love. He’d really dislike walking through the wild or camping in general, but loves things like snow or flower fields. Just depends!
- Fantoccio would main Bowser in Mario Kart.
-In terms of favorite Halloween treats, Fantoccio would like anything chewy and fruity (no chocolate)!
- Canonically wears eyeliner.
- Magic sparks from his fingertips when he’s very excited!
- If Fantoccio was an animal, Ash says he’d be a cat.
- No traditional gross human stuff inside him like others, just wood and sap. “Whatever trees do.”
- His original concept by Ash was him having a purple phantom head, being a ghost in a puppet’s body. This was changed by Katie, I believe.
(feel free to add on if I missed anything! i’ll edit this post if i randomly remember something)
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aew-kun-age-regression · 6 months ago
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The most amount of Headcannons I've ever wrote for a single character!!! Guess my favourite Ghostbuster lol, I love Egon 😂😅
Caregiver!Egon Spengler Headcannons
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He's a very neutral individual overall, he can easily be misunderstood and seen as rude or uninterested but he does care a lot.
I feel like the most likely situation for him finding out about your regression is if you didn't tell him yourself is that he found out during a particularly long night in the lab. You being tired had regressed and he had his suspicions from there.
Him becoming your Caregiver was never something actually verbalised, more just a responsibility he was happy to take on and the two of you went from there.
Egon is big on praise, he knows he's not always the most affectionate (although that's not to say never) however he doesn't want you to believe he doesn't care, he makes sure you know how proud of you he is and how amazing you are doing!!!
I think he'd have a tangle toy in his desk (if you guys are at the fire station) or in his pocket if elsewhere for you (and himself)
Watching TV (movies or shows) are a fun activity for the two of you as it doesn't require talking but you guys can if you want to. - he also enjoys reading be that him reading to you, you reading to him or the two of you individually reading in the same area <333
Egon really enjoys being your Caregiver. It allows for him to de-stress from his very chaotic job/life.
As I previously said he really enjoys reading, his voice is very calming and it isn't out of the ordinary for you to fall asleep listening to him read or just talk about something he's currently analysing.
He got the two of you small matching rabbit plushies. You absolutely love yours, keeping it with you always. (Egon also always has his own on him, it's in his pocket. It got slimed once whilst he was on the job.. he was not happy in the process of it being cleaned, no one knew why you were the only one he wasn't being subtly (not subtle at all) grumpy towards)
He often lets you sit with him whilst he works on experiments, he has a box of crayons for you to use - or you can watch him work on his experiments.
No touching anything to do with an experiment. A joke that Peter came up with was "if you can't pronounce it, don't touch it" ..that motto ended up sticking around for everyone in the end. It became a rule for all of them, it not surprisingly stopped quite a few accidents.
He has let you use his jacket as a blanket.
He really likes doing little things for you such as tying your shoe laces or brushing your hair.
With how popular the Ghostbusters became lots of merchandise was made by different people. Egon ends up surprising you with a little Ghostbusters badge.
You gained the nickname of "Mini Ghostbuster"
He is terrible at going to sleep, he is normally quite good at making sure you're okay and getting the stuff you need to thrive (an actual healthy amount of hours of sleep.)
Speaking of making sure you're safe he is very protective over you, even if people don't realise. He's extremely aware of how dangerous his job is and is not willing to let anything happen to you.
He would have a reward chart for you!!!
He does have a habit of sometimes over complicating things. If he ends up confusing you he will try to explain in a better way for you to understand.
He likes telling jokes but he has quite a dry sense of humour. He tries- He's not at all offended though if you don't understand or find those jokes funny. He ends up making it into a sort of game to see who has the best jokes. You win. Everytime.
His go to for a babysitter is Janine. He trusts the others but Janine is typically away from well, most of the ghost danger and so when Egon is out busting ghosts you get to stay with her which is always fun. She would so spoil you!!!
^ She would make a sensory bin that's under her desk, it has a bunch of fidget toys, and other little toys to keep you entertained. It also has a sensory cube that she made you.
I think that he'd actually be pretty bad with keeping you from eating too many sweets. He has a sweet tooth- 😂 marshmallows though.. they are funnily enough off the table.. along with jelly/jello...😬
He would enjoy doing those kids science kits with you!!!
^ Enjoys learning related games for you. Think like numbered or lettered wooden blocks.
He doesn't share food with anyone that isn't you by the way- :D
I think he'd be really good at getting you to settle down for bed.
He got you some chewalry. He makes sure you have it on you always. (If you end up forgetting it's okay because he didn't and he's got it in his pocket for you!!!)
I cannot see him being able to cook - at least not well 💀
When he does act affectionately it's normally away from anyone else. He gives amazing hugs 🫂 — His cuddles are so comforting!!! <333
^ In public/around others he doesn't show as much physical affection, although he isn't against it if you'd like it. He typically sticks to linking pinky fingers!!!
^ He likes ruffling your hair, if you end up huffing at him because he "ruined your hair" he will find it even more amusing.
Forehead kisses <333
He's good at comforting you when it comes to nightmares.
Documentaries are often left playing in the background.
You could so convince him to have a tea party with you!!!
He'd be so patient with you!!!
I don't think he'd be overly strict. He'd be strict enough to keep you safe but other than that- pretty sure Peter and Ray get told off by him (a lot) more than you would- 😂
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tae-rambles · 7 months ago
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OP ch 1120 SPOILERS
My reaction as i read:
hi Denjiro where did you come from? was he just on a walk or did he come to meet w Yamato on purpose? also he's the new daimyo of Kibi? did we know that already or is it a new info i cant remember
also i like how Yamato is like "no need for all this, its ok"
a flashback?
oh... never even crossed my mind to ask why was Clover arrested and let go so many times... thats clever
"answer to good and evil"? what does that mean
oh my god another D family! (how do you even pronounce that surname) i wonder which other characters we know of were/are hiding the initial...
i wonder what changed Vegapunk's mind to continue Ohara's research and risking his life if he couldnt understand why Clover did it those 22 years ago
hi Zeff, Patty :D
oh Robin... this is making me sad
damn Atlas...
wtf was that "snap" coming from Lilith
oh Atlas please dont tell me youre about to do what i think
good job Atlas but can ppl pls stop sacrificing themselves for at least five minutes my heart cant take it
but what about Stussy? she can skywalk so she might be fine?
the Marines are just so out of their depth lol
Luffy can hear Emet! :D Luffy's so confused lol
lmao Emet's immediately annoyed w him i cant
oh Emet, he's so sweet! i love himm!! "i've known Emet for only a couple of chapters but if anything happens to him i'm gonna kill Oda and then myself"
aaaah he's talking to you Luffy! but i like how Oda keeps emphasizing that Luffy is his own person, not Nika, not Joyboy, but Luffy
"but there are those who cannot be stopped" under the imposing worm Peter going in for an attack - love this visual storytelling
uh oh... Emet's rusty
and still fended the worm off! you rock Emet! :D
Saturn doing a jumping spider impression
dont fucking talk to the precious Kuma and Bonney you damn spider!
Atlas! D: my poor heart! this is just Pedro all over again
fuck off, York
dont you dare Emet dont you fucking dare! no more sacrificing yourself! no more blowing yourself up! i said no! D:< (also Peter bit off his arm :( )
oh, right, the general population didn't know Roger was a D
Great chapter as always :D, even though it was painful, can't wait for the next one...
i really hope Emet won't sacrifice himself here but it seems that's where it's headed... dammit!
EDIT: i've thought about this some more and was Joyboy really someone who would instruct his people to sacrifice themselves for him and his cause? that doesn't sound right. so maybe Emet has something else up his sleeve?
also, Emet is the second person to lose their arm to a snake-like monster while protecting Luffy. both Emet and Shanks were also waiting for the awakening of the Nika fruit to make their move it seems. i wonder if there are any other parallels between them...
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hyuckie-angel · 2 years ago
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treasure reaction; obscure affections
in which they study and adore the silly little things <3
a/n; i wonder if you can guess who my bias is from this lol
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최현석 • choi hyunsuk
taking videos whilst cooking
cooking with hyunsuk went one of two ways every time. either you made a delicious meal that would be shared in a sweet silence, basking in your adoration for the other; or it was hell.
as soon as you see him pull out his phone you know you're in for it, if you let down your guard for one second too long, he films himself smearing a dollop of chilli paste across your cheeks.
or, he would set up his camera on the bench and press record, capturing every moment of your cooking endeavour, and every conflict that happened along the way. the bickering at the time didn't sound that bad, but every time you watch back the footage you find yourselves screeching at each other to get out of the way, or yelling insults at each other that the members can definitely hear even with their doors shut.
he'd never admit it but those are some of his favourite pieces of media with the both of you in them. he finds himself uncontrollably smiling when he watches them back, and he feels a warmth in his chest as he watches you call him a bitch and then smile so lovingly afterwards. he knows the members wouldn't get it, but it's definitely one of those little things that he loves so much.
박지훈 • park jihoon
teasing the living daylights out of each other
sometimes, the members actually question whether the two of you are really in love, because wow it doesn't come across like it sometimes.
when you both had first met you could tell he was a teasing kind of person, but as time went on it developed from a simple laugh when you'd pronounce something wrong to full on stand up comedy acts based on what you were wearing.
fortunately for you, you knew how to give it right back, and this would often lead to stand off matches with both of you looking each other in the eyes and making fun of anything that would come to mind.
once, jihoon had yelled "are you actually an idiot??!?!" so loudly, that both yoshi and junghwan had come to see if you were alright, only to find you both in fits of laughter so intense you could barely breathe. and that right there is what jihoon loves so dearly about the way you two treat each other.
it's never taken too far, just far enough that the offended look on your face sticks around for a second, before breaking out into a grin as you think of something to say back. the times that he holds closest to his heart are the times you would call him stupid and then cuddle closer to him, juxtaposing your words with your actions. just a small thing, but one that he adores.
金本芳典 • kanemoto yoshinori
language barriers
the thing is with you and yoshi, between you, you speak a few languages.
obviously korean and japanese on his part, and on yours english and whatever else. having so many between you, it was often that you'd stumble across a word block, a barrier where he knew what he was trying to say, but couldn't say it in a language you would understand. or, you would attempt a sentence without being entirely confident on how to say it, and you'd both end up confused and laughing as you tried to figure out what was supposed to be said.
at first this seemed like it may be a hinderance to the relationship, as everyone knows communication is the most important part, however as time went on, it started to become something that spouted amusement and curiosity rather than annoyance. each time it happens both of you laugh as you pull out your cell phones, going straight to google translate.
hilariously, sometimes google translate is wrong, like the time you typed the word "phenomenal" into the search bar, and it had translated to ちんぽ, which literally just means penis. cue yoshi on the floor laughing his ass off for 10 minutes as you sit there utterly confused.
he loves the way the two of you come together whenever the language barrier makes itself known. your senses of humour align and you're able to strengthen your relationship through these experiences, which is something he finds absolutely wonderful.
김준규 • kim junkyu
talking in weird voices
junkyu has a very expressive voice, and he makes it known very often.
whenever he's tired or upset his tone is unbelievably forlorn, and when his happy he starts to sound like a 4 year old. there is no normal junkyu voice.
in your case, you don't have this problem, your tone of voice has always been quite level and expressive in its own degree, but spending so much time around this boy has begun to shift the way you say things.
the first time it happened, you'd stated that you were hungry, in the exact same tone junkyu would use to complain about something, and he'd looked at you like you'd commit murder. then, he'd proceeded to laugh at you whilst your face turned red and you repeated the sentence in your regular tone of voice.
from that moment on, it became a huge running joke in the relationship that you would often mock his overly expressive tone. each time it happens he pretends to be offended, but in reality he thinks its absolutely adorable.
the way you look at him with an over the top facial expression to match whatever it was you said, it fills his heart with a warm cozy feeling. just knowing that you pay that much attention to the little things about him to know how to do an impression of him so perfectly is just a little thing about you that he loves.
윤재혁 • yoon jaehyuk
saying no but then doing it anyway
if there was one thing about yours and jaehyuks relationship, it was that you'd do anything for one another.
this fact became obvious very quickly after you'd gotten to know each other, but it didn't change the fact that you also both loved to muck around very frequently as well.
the first time you'd done this to jaehyuk, the poor boy had thought you were being serious and had gone "oh" in an upset tone, before realising you were holding his phone in front of his face already, which is exactly what he'd asked you to do. you had laughed at him, grabbing his cheeks and jokingly asking whether he really thought you would be that horrible.
from that day forth it became a common occurrence, one of you would ask the other to do something and they would say no, before going and doing exactly what had been said.
to others it may come across as passive aggressive, or as doyoung had put it "a bit weird", but to jaehyuk it was something that was only yours, and he absolutely loved the idea of having something with one another that nobody else was a part of.
浜田朝光 • hamada asahi
2am trying not to laugh
asahi is a quiet guy, this is a fact you knew from day one.
the start of your relationship had been full of silences and uncertainty as the two of you got comfortable, but as soon as you did you began to see the side of asahi that bursts out into random dance and makes stupid faces to make people laugh a whole lot more often.
the way his brain works would always be a mystery to you, but that didn't mean that you didn't have a good sense of humour to go alongside his.
one of your favourite things in the world were nights spent lying in bed with asahi talking about whatever comes to mind, before the conversation inevitably turns into a laugh fest. he said something in a weird tone, you reciprocated, he poked himself in the eye, you nearly fell out of the bed and yelled really loudly. each time something happened, the laughter would grow and grow until you were both clutching your stomachs with tears flowing down the side of your faces.
the issue was that if you were at asahi's dorm, the other guys would really not appreciate being kept awake by a couple of idiots laughing at a weird shape on the wall, so you would both have to strain so hard to keep the noise down, only causing further laughter as you looked silly pinching your noses tightly.
asahi's world felt complete whenever he was lying there with you watching you crack up over something mundane. it felt small and precious and warm and he just loved being by your side.
김도영 • kim doyoung
wardrobe malfunctions
doyoung is a bit of a fashionista in his own unique way.
one of your favourite things to do with one another was to pick out outfits and try them on, going outside in them afterwards being entirely based on how socially acceptable the looks turned out.
more often than not, however, doyoung would dress you so badly it would have him on the floor in tears laughing whilst you stand with no expression, exasperated by how terrible the outfit is. one of his personal favourite memories was the time he forced you to wear a pair of pants that were way too big for even him without a belt, and you'd walked back into the room with them down by your ankles because they wouldn't stay up. the image of you standing there looking so fed up with him in your underwear still makes him giggle whenever he thinks about it.
you weren't entirely innocent in this though. you always told him that if he makes you wear an outfit, you get to make him wear one too, cue doyoung walking into the room in a mini skirt and crop top that doesn't fit him, looking just as exasperated as you.
these fashion adventures are something doyoung treasures, despite both of you acting like its the worlds biggest inconvenience, you both love how hilarious it can get. he thinks you look adorable in his clothes.
渡辺春虎 • watanabe haruto
poking one another till someone cracks
haruto is the love of your life, the apple of your eye, but sometimes it feels like he is being the most annoying person on earth on purpose.
it started off as a joke, you'd been studying and he'd been bored, so he sat just close enough to you so that he could poke your leg in uneven intervals. at first you hadn't even acknowledged what he'd been doing, but as the minutes passed and he didn't stop, you asked if he was alright. he looked at you with a bemused expression and asked why, and you realised he was pretending not to know.
from that day forth it was war, anytime either of you was doing something that required your full concentration, the other would be there sitting just close enough to painstakingly poke them until they grab the others hands and beg them to stop.
once, hyunsuk had watched haruto do this to you whilst you were on a phone call with your boss. each time he poked you, you looked at him more and more annoyed, until you finally cracked and muted the phone, pushing him away from you and laughing whilst asking him to politely fuck off.
although it was just a mundane thing, this is one of haruto's favourite parts of your relationship. the way it let him be close to you whilst also being an amusing act just made it the most fun thing he could be doing with his time.
박정우 • park jeongwoo
voice breaks
park jeongwoo's voice is like a sprinkle of rain on a sunshiny day.
you could listen to him sing, and even just talk for hours, maybe even forever. but the thing is with talking, sometimes your voice decides to give up on you.
the first time jeongwoo was singing and his voice broke he had turned a brilliant shade of red, as you laughed and imitated the noise. now, anytime either of your voices crack even slightly, the other is there to point it out and make a huge deal out of it for 10 minutes to be as annoying as possible.
once, you had been talking to jihoon, jeongwoo literally not even in the room with you, and your voice had broken. jihoon raised an eyebrow but said nothing as to not embarrass you, but from his bedroom you heard jeongwoo scream a repetition of what you'd said so loudly that it sounded like he was right in front of you. you and jihoon cracked up as you went to his room to scold him, only to find him lying on the floor laughing at his own joke.
it was only a little thing, but jeongwoo loved how it was a routine, every time a voice crack occurred, so did teasing. although it may be interpreted unconventionally by others, to jeongwoo it was just a weird little thing he adored.
소정환 • so junghwan
eating too much too fast
you and junghwan had bonded over your shared love of good food.
you both loved trying new foods, and just indulging in ones you knew and loved. but sometimes this could be an issue, as you tried to eat a bit more than your mouths could handle.
it's a common occurrence for the two of you to be eating and one of you looks up, only to find the other with an absolutely stuffed mouth. many-a-photo has been taken of you with your cheeks protruding like a squirrel collecting nuts for the winter, and many have been taken of junghwan trying to cover the lens with lettuce poking out from between his lips.
each time it happens you both end up laughing so much you can't keep eating for a few minutes, which is why its become something that junhwan adores so much in the relationship.
to have a camera roll full of each other looking so dumb is hilarious to him, he even made one of the pictures his lock screen until junkyu saw it and told him he needed to change it, albeit laughing whilst he spoke.
you both just love having a good laugh and enjoying each others company, whilst also enjoying some amazing food.
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An Elucien Oneshot
This was actually a draft I almost used for a prompt request. You can find the one I actually wrote here. For some reason, I never wrote a true beginning to this, just a description then began mid scene lol Figured I'd just leave it as is. - a sprinkle of Gwynriel at the end
Despite Rhysand’s order to stay away, Azriel continues to pursue Elain in secret. Or, at least, it was a secret until Lucien dropped by unexpectedly. 
Elain’s face paled at the sight of her mate, pressing herself against the wall in an attempt to put space between her and the Shadowsinger who did not bother to step away from her, very clearly staking his claim. 
Lucien’s nostrils flared, his eyes closing briefly though his face remained otherwise unchanged, wearing the same insolently bored expression. 
He turned to Rhysand, his tone flat as he said “you seem to have very interesting views regarding mates in your court Rhysand. Or perhaps the rules only apply in regards to your own mate?”
He glanced coldly at the pair before striding away, ignoring the petrified look on Elain’s face. 
After rounding the corner, he heard Rhysand hiss angrily to his Spymaster “I’ll deal with you later.”
Lucien sighed when Rhysand appeared beside him in a swirl of darkness, leading him into his study. 
“Lucien-“ he said as soon as the door shut behind them but Lucien held up a hand to stop him. 
“Don’t worry High Lord. I have no intention of starting a war over her. If she wants him, she can have him. I only wish she’d had the courtesy to inform me of her decision herself.”
Rhysand winced, telling Lucien all he needed to know about how long this affair had been going on. “And that Azriel might have had the decency to wait until she’d rejected the bond before moving in on another male's territory,” he continued coldly. 
Rhysand’s expression was dark but Lucien got the impression his anger was not directed towards him. 
Before the High Lord could say anything, the door burst open again. The Spymaster stood in a cloud of shadow, Elain cowering in the hall behind him. 
Lucien sighed at the theatrics, suddenly weary. “Calm yourself Shadowsinger. I was just informing your High Lord I have no intention of causing trouble. I wish you both well.”
“I challenge you to a Blood Duel.“ 
Lucien rolled his eyes at the Shadowsinger’s pronouncement as darkness flooded the room. 
“Azriel” Rhysand warned, but he was ignored. 
“Accept it,” Azriel commanded, to which Lucien merely laughed. 
“There’s no need. I told you already, I have no intention of fighting you-“
“Because you know I’d win.”
Lucien stilled, the fire in his veins simmering just below a boil. “You are very arrogant, Illyrian.”
“And you are a coward,” he sneered. 
“It is not cowardice to avoid a very unnecessary fight. If I could give her to you, I would.” He hated to speak about Elain as though she were his property but it seemed to be the only language this male understood. “As it is, that decision is in her hands. But I wash my hands of it all, I will not stand in your way. If she wants you, bless you both.”
He turned to Rhysand who was glaring death at his brother. Yet, he had allowed him to speak and Lucien was tired of the utter lack of respect. “If you’ll excuse me,” he said, unable to entirely shed his politeness though he felt like tearing both males to shreds. “I will take my leave. If you need me, Rhysand, you know where to find me.”
“High Lord,” Azriel corrected coldly. 
“Not mine,” Lucien responded, equally as cold, brushing past him into the hall. 
“Enough!” Rhysand roared. 
But Lucien was done with the lot of them. He did not look at his mate who reached out as he passed. He did not acknowledge Feyre as she callled after him from the stairs. He ignored the viper who sneered at him from the doorway and Cassian’s confused frown. 
He couldn’t hear or see anything beyond the roar in his ears and the exhaustion threatening to overtake him. As soon as he stepped over the boundary in the yard, he was gone. 
—-
"Sit down." The High Lord's command was deadly soft and laced with enough power to shake the walls of the River House. There was a soft thud as Azriel fell into a chair, shadows rippling around him.
Elain, coward that she was, could do little more than remain standing in the hall, shaking like a leaf as Feyre, came hurrying down the hall, followed by Nesta and Cassian. Her younger sister rushed past her into the study as her elder sister and her mate flanked her protectively.
"What happened?" Feyre asked, rubbing soothing strokes over her mate's shoulders. Darkness rippled around him, spilling into the hall and licking at her ankles.
Rhsyand rested his forehead against his steepled fingers, attempting to restore some of his equilibrium before he spoke while Azriel sat insolently across the room.
"It would seem, my dear, that your sister and my brother have been carrying on an affair for some time without our knowledge."
Elain flushed as her sister's gaze darted to her and then Azriel. "What?"
"And Lucien just found out," Rhysand finished.
Feyre stiffened, as did Cassian. Nesta's grip on her shoulders tightened.
Rhysand reclined in his chair looking deceptively calm though endless night still filled the room and his violet eyes burned like stars as he stared down his brother. Azriel, to his credit, did not falter.
"He very graciously chose not to start any trouble despite Azriel's insistence on a Blood Duel that would have caused irreparable damage to our already tenable relationship with Autumn."
Beside her, Cassian sucked in a sharp breath. Feyre paled and Rhys patted her hand. "Don't worry. A duel can only be called by an Autumn Court male. Lucien could have accepted Azriel's challenged but he did not-"
There was a muffled snarl from Azriel and Elain realized that the reason he had yet to speak was because he'd been magically gagged. She shivered at the cold look Rhysand gave him. 
"You have said quite enough."
"No," Feyre said, as cold as a queen. "I want to hear what he has to say."
Rhys flicked a hand and the magic holding Azriel disappeared. He sat up in his chair, wings and siphons flaring. "He doesn't deserve her."
"That is not for you to decide," Rhysand seethed.
"She doesn't want him!"
"You do not speak for her, Azriel. You are nothing to her but a jealous lover."
Elain winced as Azriel bristled. "She doesn't-"
"Has she told you that?" Feyre asked, glancing at Elain who was too terrified to move, even to shake her head.
No. She had never said so. She wasn't even sure if it was true. She didn't know what to think about the bond, had been avoiding it for so long she didn't even know how to approach it.
Guilt churned in her stomach as she remembered the look Lucien had given them both when he found them. She had expected him to rage. To snarl and roar and pound his chest. But he had merely looked blankly at her, even as pain flashed in his eyes and turned away from her.
He spoke coldly without an ounce of feeling as he declared he would not fight Azriel for her, that he would 'give her to him, if he could', as though she were nothing but an object to be bought or traded. But she'd felt the pounding of his heart, and the disgust he buried through the bond. She'd heard the words he hadn't said when he declared it was not up to him. 
All the talk she'd heard, from all of her family and friends about the possessiveness and territoriality of fae males but he had been willing to accept her choice. Had been willing to give her her freedom, while probably begging for his own in silence. 
"I would've beaten him," came Azriel's sullen reply. You are very arrogant, Lucien had said. He was right. 
"That is not what I asked you," Feyre replied.
"And what do you imagine would have happened after you'd killed him?" Rhysand snarled. Elain jerked at the words and his gaze once again swung to her. "Oh yes, dear sister. Did you know that was what you had asked of him? To kill your mate?"
"Rhysand-" Feyre reprimanded her mate when Elain cringed.
"No," he said, glaring at her. "Enough. I've had enough. No one seems to respect the consequences of their actions around here anymore. Perhaps that's my fault. I've been too lax, not wanting to interfere, but now your sister's actions have endangered my people-"
"But Lucien didn't-"
"It doesn't matter. He could have. Still could, if he changes his mind."
"But Elain-"
"Is not a child." 
She flinched. 
"She is young, I will grant her. She has only been fae for a few years, she does not fully appreciate the gravity of what happened today. But she was old enough to marry another man before she was turned, and she is old enough to accept responsibility for her own affairs without hiding behind others."
Nesta stiffened, her hold on Elain becoming almost painfully tight. Cassian, she could tell without looking, agreed with Rhysand. Knew Nesta could tell too. The tension between the pair was suffocating.
"They were both out of line today-" Azriel opened his mouth, intending to argue, but Rhysand silenced him with a look. "If Elain did not want Lucien to be her mate, she should have told him so. And neither should have been galavanting around my house where anyone could see them."
Feyre pursed her lips, but reluctantly nodded, conceding to her mate. She shot Elain an apologetic look. Rhysand sighed, rubbing his temples. "Despite my earlier assessment of him, I like Lucien. He's a good male, intelligent, well mannered, if a bit stiff. I don't like that he now has reason to hate this court with all the secrets he holds."
Tension rippled through them all as the High Lord's words settled. Lucien was a courtier and an emissary. He held secrets from all courts, she knew. A dangerous male if he had the mind for it and one who was often underestimated.
And now, a bitter one as well.
"I need to try and speak with him and hope that he will not betray us in retaliation despite his promise not to start a war." He glanced at Elain, then his mate. "Take your sister to the townhouse, or wherever she wants to go. And you-" he glared at Azriel. "I don't care where you go so long as it's away from both her and me until I decide what to do with you."
Azriel seethed, his shadows swelling ominously around him. Rhysand's darkness rose in answer and a moment later, both had vanished. 
---
Lucien snarled when he felt Rhysand's presence, having entered the apartment without invitation. "You have an appalling lack of manners in this court," he said, downing the liquid in his glass and pouring another. 
Rhysand brushed at his sleeve, seemingly unbothered but he could see the way the darkness around him rippled. The shadow of wings flickering briefly behind him.
"I apologize for the afternoon's unpleasantness."
Lucien chuffed, turning away from the High Lord. "I'll not go back on my word if that's what you're concerned about," he spat. "I'll even accept one of your bloody bargains if it'll make you feel better."
He felt Rhysand tense behind him. Knew he was tempted to accept it but was, as always, eager not to appear the dictator that every other High Lord was. He was, in many ways, far better than most, Lucien could admit. But he certainly had his faults. His relentless protection of the Night Court's secrets being one of them. Not that he entirely blamed him for it. Not after seeing Velaris for the first time. He could understand the desire to protect something like that.
He turned, holding out his hand. "Go on."
Rhysand sighed, holding his hand out as well, their palms hovering inches apart. "Do you swear not to take any action or speak any word that would put the safety of this court and it's people at risk?"
"Yes." Rhysand moved to clasp his hand, but Lucien pulled back. "In return, I expect that no one of your court will attempt to harm me, and that I will be free to go and not expected to answer your every call. You are not my High Lord, Rhysand. I have no court. Not anymore. And you can no longer hold my mate over my head."
He sighed again, the sound much heavier as some of his cavalier bravado slipped away. "Of course," he said quietly. 
Lucien studied him for a minute before nodding curtly and taking his hand.
"I won't keep you from Feyre either," he said as the magic took hold, trickling over his arm. He knew that when he next looked, there would be a new tattoo somewhere on his bicep, marking their bargain. "You are free to visit Night as you wish. I only ask that you give me ample warning so that I can make sure certain persons are not around."
Lucien nodded again though he had no intention of visiting again anytime soon once he left this gods forsaken court. He was sure Rhysand could sense that and for a moment was almost sorry for the connections he would be severing here.
But these people had never been his friends. Feyre might have once, but it had become increasingly apparent that they had drifted apart once she chose the Night Court. It didn't matter anymore whether she knew about what had been happening with Elain and Azriel. He remembered how they had tried to keep him from her when he first came here. The way they carefully watched every move he made as if he were some criminal, while the Spymaster moved in behind him, stealing any affection his mate might have had for him. 
No, it was time for a clean break. To start over. Again...
Lucien turned his back on the High Lord once again, staring out the window overlooking the city street below. He felt... heavy. Exhausted to his core. He just wanted to be alone, but he could hear Rhysand hesitating behind him.
"Out with it?" he asked irritably, fully aware that in other circumstances, he likely would have been punished for such insolence. He couldn't bring himself to care.
"There is- one last thing I should share before you go. I'm not sure when you might learn about it otherwise. My only warning is that you should think carefully about the consequences before you act on it, but I will not otherwise advise you what you should do. I'll leave that up to you..."
Despite himself, his curiosity was piqued. Lucien peered at him over his shoulder, expectantly. To his surprise, the High Lord appeared extremely uncomfortable.
"You might want to sit down."
---
  "Maybe he won't come?" Feyre said, fidgeting nervously beside Rhysand as they waited in the arena outside the Forest House. 
"He has to," Rhysand said, glaring coldly down at Azriel who was stretching in the ring. "A Blood Duel summons can't be ignored."
"Why the hell would he do this?" Mor asked on her other side, looking distinctly uncomfortable to be back in Autumn.
"Because he's a hard headed fool," Rhys growled softly. Cassian stood on his other side, arms folded over his chest and head shaking as they waited.
Against Rhysand's wishes and express orders, Azriel had continued to pursue Elain, which Feyre found out about after the fact. She'd seen the interest between the two of them but hadn't realized it had moved beyond that until Lucien had decided to leave the Night Court indefinitely.
Rhys had been furious with Azriel for ignoring his order and grateful Lucien had forgone the right to challenge, potentially causing an internal conflict none of them needed. Until the summons arrived and they learned Azriel had gone behind their backs to Beron and called the Duel himself, unsatisfied that Lucien had merely walked away and that his bond with Elain was still intact.
No one had told Elain, which Feyre had disagreed with at first until she remembered that a Blood Duel meant one of them would die and thought perhaps it would be better to wait until they knew the outcome. Or- as she still hoped- they might be able to prevent it all together.
Azriel and many of the others seemed sure of how this fight would end, even if they didn't like it, or the potential implications of it. Feyre wasn't convinced. Once, perhaps, she had thought Lucien was no match for any other member of the Night Court, but with the more she learned and observed about the Autumn Court, the place where Lucien had been raised, she wasn't so sure anymore.
A soft breeze stirred her hair and she turned, to see Elain's horrified face behind her. Feyre started, staring at her sisters. "How did you-"
"Elain," was all Nesta said, a bit wide eyed. She stared at her middle sister. Had Elain just winnowed? More than once it had been suggested that Elain was more powerful than any of them knew, but she'd never shown any interest in her powers, and they hadn't even been sure if she still had any after the cauldron had been unmade and remade. Now was not the time to ask however.
Azriel's eyes had flown to Elain, sensing her presence as his shadows swirled around him. She stared back at him, shaking her head and opening her mouth to argue when the crackling of firewood filled the arena as Lucien appeared and her eyes were drawn to him. Elain stared at him with an expression Feyre couldn't make out. It seemed half agony, half awe.
"Lucien," Feyre lurched forward a step, but Rhys held her back as her former friend turned a cold look in her direction. In all of their directions. He didn't even look at Elain. His gaze settled on Rhysand, his hand brushing over his arm in meaningful gesture. Rhysand's face tightened and she remembered the tattoo that had appeared on his arm after he'd gone to see Lucien. He'd been vague on the details of their bargain, only seemed comforted that whatever it had been meant there was nothing left to worry about... clearly that was no longer the case.
It had been painful enough when Lcien had left, agreeing to let Elain go. She knew that a part of him blamed her for allowing this thing between Azriel and her sister to happen in the first place, while he'd been relegated to the sidelines. To him, she knew, they had purposely kept him from Elain while allowing Azriel to move in on what most fae would likely consider his territory. And yet he had walked away. He'd let her go with barely an argument, but a whole lot of hurt.
And now Azriel had forced his hand. Forced him to fight to the death for a female he'd already given up on. She may not have been the one to call it, but she was High Lady and Azriel represented their court. It was enough. She wasn't sure their friendship would ever recover, even if he did survive. She wasn't even sure it was something Elain would recover from. She wanted to throttle Azriel for it.
"About time you joined us, boy," Beron sneered. "And just in time. I knew you were a coward, but you didn't need to prove it so publicly." His brothers snickered, but Lucien paid them no mind. His eyes held Feyre's and the hurt and accusation in them made her sick. She had allowed this to happen. At least, that's how it felt. No matter their history, forcing him to come back here, under these circumstances- forcing him not only to fight for his life, but subjecting him to his family's cruelty again- it was a betrayal.
A roar sounded from the other end of the arena. They'd all been surprised when Tamlin arrived, pacing restlessly in his beast form and snarling at anyone who got too close. She supposed some part of him still held some affection for Lucien, despite how terribly he'd treated him.
Lucien finally broke her stare to glance at his old friend, something soft flickering in his gaze for a moment before it hardened once more, landing on Azriel. "I'm not sure why you're doing this, Azriel," he said quietly. "You've already won."
"Because she's still not free," Azriel snarled.
"The power to free herself has always been in her hands," Lucien said. Elain flinched. "I gave you what you wanted. What was in my power to give. If you wanted her freedom there were less gruesome ways to get it."
Azriel opened his mouth to speak, but Lucien cut him off. "Do you imagine she will thank you for it?" Elain stiffened and Azriel snarled again.
"You dare speak for her?"
"I would never deign to imagine I know her mind, though you seem to have no problem with such presumptions." Lucien said calmly. "I only know what I have seen. And that is a female who despises violence. And yet, you believe she wants this? Did you ask her? Was this her idea, or yours? Is this really what you want her to see?"
"She will not suffer long," Azriel said, siphons flaring. Feyre was surprised the weapons had been allowed. But she supposed that, short of suppressing both of their magic, it would have been far more dangerous to take them from him and risk an explosion of that killing power in his veins.
Beron and his sons watched this exchange with darkly amused expressions. All except for Eris, who's pale face was not smiling as he watched their mother where she sat beside Beron, gripping her seat so tightly Feyre could see her knuckles whiten. 
"There has to be a way to stop this," Elain said, turning a pleading expression on Rhys. 
His answering frown was full of anger and sympathy. "Azriel went over my head. Once the magic is invoked, there's nothing to be done until it's over. Only the challenger can call it off, and Beron has no intention of letting an opportunity like this go. Either Azriel dies and the Night Court is weakened, or Lucien does and he has an excuse to go to war with us. Either way, he wins."
Elain paled. She swallowed hard, her gaze swinging back to the arena, but it wasn't Azriel she looked to, but her mate.
"Perhaps not," Lucien said softly, in response to Azriel's taunt that he would win the match easily. "But if you imagine I will lay down my life so easily for this," he sneered, laying a hand over his chest where she knew he felt the bond tugging. "I regret to inform you you're not as smart as you think." One of Lucien's brothers laughed. She wasn't sure which.
Beron raised a fist to signal the fight was about to begin. Azriel palmed two daggers, siphons flaring as his shadows flared behind him. "I warn you, I won't pull my punches."
Fire spread down Lucien's arms, slowly engulfing his entire body. It didn't burn his clothes, but she could feel the heat from here, saw the way Azriel flinched from it, gripping his daggers tighter. That power continued growing until Lucien's entire being was glowing, his eyes blazing and his hair dancing on a phantom wind. For the first time, perhaps ever, Azriel seemed to second guess himself.
"I hadn't planned to either." Power rode Lucien's voice, thundering through the arena, joined by a ferocious growl from Tamlin.
The grin Beron wore was the most hideous thing she'd ever seen. The way he delighted in the chaos, the bloodlust as he brought his fist down. Rhys tensed beside her, his attention not entirely on the fight as Azriel's shadows flared higher, ready to strike. But Lucien did nothing. Just stood there, wreathed with power- and waiting.
He would not strike first, she realized. He hadn't wanted this fight, so he would make Azriel take the first shot. Azriel seemed to realize this too, his confidence faltering a little bit more. Elain quivered in Nesta's arms beside her, and Feyre moved closer, wrapping her arms around them both. She could barely stand to watch.
Before anything happened however, blinding light filled the arena. And then Helion stood between Lucien and Azriel. Both males startled enough that Azriel's shadows and Lucien's flames both guttered. But while Azriel glared at the new arrival in confusion, Lucien seemed to hold his breath. So did Rhys.
"What are you doing here?" Beron snarled, leaping from his chair and prowling to the edge of the little balcony he sat on to sneer at Helion. Behind him, Feyre saw Eris inch towards his mother, trying not to draw attention.
"You have no grounds for this duel, Vanserra," Helion's voice boomed through the arena while everyone stared in shock and confusion. Eris had finally reached his mother and was pulling her away from the dais, towards the back of the balcony. His brothers cast strange looks in his direction, but didn't move to stop him, closing ranks around them to shield them from view.
"What business is it of yours, Spellcleaver," Beron growled, challenge in his eyes.
Helion's gaze did not falter from Beron, but the second Eris and his mother disappeared, he repeated. "You have no grounds for this duel Vanserra, because Lucien is not your son." A shocked gasp rippled through the crowd as Beron's face twisted in fury. "He's mine."
Azriel gaped, hands slack at his sides. Lucien only tensed further, his power rising again. He knows. She glanced at Rhysand who looked- relieved.
Power rippled from Beron across the arena before a low, menacing chuckle left him, a hateful glare falling on Lucien. "I see you are not surprised boy. You had to have suspected. Why do you think I was so glad to be rid of you? Disgrace that you are." Lucien's brothers stared at each other, dumbfounded. 
"Did you think I did not know?" he snarled, glaring at Helion. "My - wife tried hard to convince me otherwise. Was all too willing to submit to me to save your worthless bastard, but I should've put him down like the dog he is the minute he was born."
Helion's growl ripped through the arena, a pulsating glow emanating from him as Lucien stepped closer behind him, staring down the man who raised him. Elain whimpered, clinging tightly to both Nesta and Feyre, the sound briefly drawing her mate's attention. Azriel, it seemed, was beyond noticing, too busy staring at the High Lords that were oozing power, slowly backing away.
"Either way, he is still a son of Autumn. The challenge stands," Beron declared.
The smirk Helion gave him could only be described as devious. "That might be true, if he were anyone else's son. But he is my heir, and therefore, not a member of this court at all. So, again, you have no grounds for this challenge until some other Autumn male has a legitimate grievance. Which, given that he has not resided here in over two hundred years, I doubt."
"He is responsible for the death of two of my sons," Beron snarled.
"Do you challenge him yourself then?"
"Yes," Beron said with a manic grin. Lucien's power shuddered and swelled angrily. Helion only smirked, which was the first warning Feyre got. A slight nudge in Tamlin's direction was all it took for the High Lord of Spring to make his way to the side of the arena closest to Lucien and leap lightly into the pit.
Both Rhys and Feyre discreetly shielded the rest of the onlookers. The arena's wards were not equipped to withstand the dueling magics of two High Lords.
"Then I accept that challenge, on his behalf." Another gasp rippled through the space as magic clicked into place with a pop. 
That, she suddenly realized, was what had been missing before. Rhys had said the Blood Duel was a magic unto itself. Once it was invoked, it could not be undone, but the situation before with Azriel and Lucien had not seemed so certain. It was, she realized, because Helion had been right. The challenge had not been legitimate.
"No!" Lucien cried out, lurching forward.
"Step out of the ring, son," Helion ordered, keeping his gaze on Beron who prowled forward, leaping into the arena. Fire and sunlight bathed them both in a display of power so great Feyre felt stifled, even through the shield she'd erected. 
"Now." 
Lucien stepped forward again and Helion threw out a hand in his direction, blasting him back- into Tamlin's waiting maw. He snatched the back of Lucien's tunic, hauling him over the railing into the stands, and behind Feyre's shield, just as Helion and Beron met in a clash of power that shook the stone walls. 
Lucien roared, slamming into her shield as he watched the two men battle it out. The fight didn't last longer than ten minutes, but it was brutal. Both men were bloodied and broken by the time Beron took a wild shot that left him open long enough for Helion to conjure a knife, plunging it into his heart.
Beron's fire sputtered and died as the life left him and he collapsed to the sand covered floor. Silence rang through the arena for a long moment. The only sounds to be heard were Helion's ragged breaths, and Elain's quiet sniffles. 
Feyre glanced around at those gathered to witness. Shock was the prevailing emotion. Though a slow ripple of relief began to move through the Autumn Court, beginning with Beron's sons. Lucien appeared as though he were about to shatter. 
Rhys' shoulders slumped in quiet relief, muttering something under his breath as he looked across the arena to where Eris had returned, standing amongst his brothers, and brimming with power. The power of a High Lord. "It's over," he whispered.
Helion turned in his direction, nodding subtly and Feyre realized that had been Rhys' plan all along. He never intended to let the duel go on as Azriel intended, but he hadn't mentioned it because his plan hinged entirely on Helion. 
Elain collapsed, causing several people to lunge towards her. Rhys cut Azriel off with a quiet snarl, winnowing him out of the arena and leaving Feyre to represent their court. She was grateful to miss that conversation. She was not entirely confident Azriel would survive. 
---
Rhysand dumped Azriel in the training ring, landing hard beside him. He wasn't sure he'd ever been so angry at his brother in his life.
He had made a bargain with Lucien that no one from his court would harm him and his brother's idiocy had nearly had catastrophic consequences. As soon as he'd learned what Azriel had done, he'd gone straight to Helion in a dangerous, desperate bid to save them all. Luckily, it had worked.
He still hadn't decided on a fitting punishment yet, too much of his energy the last 24 hours had been spent trying to prevent the duel from happening at all and he was still too angry to think properly. He pulled back his fist as Azriel got to his feet, intending to work through his anger the way they usually did- with their bodies but, to both of their surprise, they weren't alone. 
Before Azriel could fully gain his footing, he was tackled to the ground by a ball of coppery red fury. Rhys stood back, watching in amazement, as Gwyneth wrestled with Azriel- who was still too startled to realize who he was fighting- taking the upper hand as she sat on his chest and punched him square in the face. 
"You idiot!" she screamed in his face, taking hold of the front of his leathers and shaking him hard. "What is the matter with you?!"
"Gwyn?" Azriel blinked up at her as blood poured down his face. 
"Do you have a death wish, you arrogant bastard?"
The shocked look on his face was almost comical, but Rhysand didn't dare laugh. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest, and watched as the young priestess scolded the Spymaster like a child. Azriel stared at her, wide eyed as she continued yelling at him for his decided lack of critical thinking and poor decision making. He had to wipe a hand over his mouth to suppress a grin, his earlier anger nearly forgotten.
"Well?!" she demanded. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm- sorry?" Azriel was entirely bewildered, an expression Rhys had never seen on him before.
"I'm not the one you should be apologizing too, idiot. Elain, for starters, and Lucien, not to mention your High Lord!" she slung a hand in Rhys' direction and he straightened, surprised. He hadn't realized she knew he was there, so focused on her task she'd been. 
Azriel's mouth opened and closed, at a loss. The priestess sneered in disgust, releasing her hold on him and climbing to her feet. With a flick of her fiery hair over her shoulder, she turned on her heel and stormed away, pausing briefly to bow to Rhysand which only made him more delighted by the whole thing. When she left, he heard her muttering under her breath. "Stupid, territorial fae males, and their stupid egos..."
As his brother sat up on his elbows, watching her go with a supremely confused look, Rhysand lost the battle with his laughter. The Shadowsinger flinched. "What just happened?"
"I think," Rhysand said, once he caught his breath. "You just met your match."
Azriel shook his head, still staring at the entrance Gwyneth had disappeared through. There was a slightly awed edge to his expression that made Rhysand swallow another laugh. Because he'd seen what had swirled between the two of them. The presence perhaps neither was aware of yet. For a moment, he considered the irony that Azriel had just dodged a fight for someone else's mate while his had been right under his nose all along...
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I was going to add this to my angst collection, but I kinda feel like this might deserve a title of it's own. What do you think? Maybe one day too I'll expand on it and add in what happened with Elain and Lucien after the fight... we'll see.
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heartsoji · 2 years ago
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UM HI IM NOT RLLY SURE IF U TAKE REQUESRS SO IF U DONT U CAN IGNORE THIS.,,
hear me out, KENMA and RINTARO nd NISHINOYA x reader that turns any comment they make dirty 😭 (and a lot of deez nuts jokes bc idc that ppl don’t say them anymore they’re funny 😞)
HQ BOYS W/ AN S/O WHO MAKES A LOT OF DIRTY JOKES
genre: fluff but just a lil suggestive
a/n: STOP BCS THIS IS LITERALLY ME WHEN I HAVE ENERGY
warnings: mentions of nudity, dirty jokes but its pretty mild, two swears, idk wtf i was doing on suna's and noya's lol (ok for noya ive never written for him before but wtf happened with suna)
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K. KENMA
"chicken fries, ken. chicken fries." you pestered.
"ok, ok. and can i add one order of chicken fries, please?"
"of course!" said the cashier cheerily through the drive-thru mic. "so just to confirm, a bourbon bacon cheeseburger triple, cheese fries, chicken fries, a large sprite, a medium coke, a vanilla frosty, and a chocolate frosty?"
"yep." kenma confirmed.
"ok, please drive up to the window."
once you two got your food, kenma parked in the parking lot and took a spoonful of his chocolate frosty and smiled contentedly. you laughed in response, to which he pouted/glared to and turned away from you.
"i like wendy's." kenma scowled.
"me too. i love it in my mouth, but also.."you paused. "when deez NUTS are in yours!"
you earned a slap to the head.
"OWW KENMAAA YOU VIOLENT PUDDING-HEAD MF"
he simply smiled and went back to eating.
"..hey, pudding-head."
"what?"
"DONT EAT WENDYS!! HOW ABOUT PUDDING DEEZ NUTS IN YOUR MOUTH INSTEAD"
(pause)
"OWWW"
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S. RINTARO
"our class got a new student today." suna mentioned casually as he scrolled through tiktok.
"yeah, i heard about that! he's from america, right? what's his name?" you asked.
"uhh.. sato. sato phillip." suna answered, struggling to pronounce the first name. "his dad's japanese and his mom's greek."
"phillip, huh?" you wondered aloud. "hey rin, you wanna skip making dinner tonight?"
"huh?" suna asked, confused. "where'd that come from?"
"YOU COULD PHILLIP ON DEEZ NUTS INSTEAD"
"well, that's kinky. i suppose i wouldnt mind giving it a try." suna replied, deadpan. "have you already ordered the attachable rubber balls?"
this guy thinks hes so cool for that.
"fuck you, rin."
"please do."
this brat.
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N. YUU
"noya, what should i be for halloween this year?" you asked your boyfriend.
"hmm.." he thought about it long and hard. "a maid!" that earned him a slap to the 2-inch hair.
he laughed. "well, i suppose a fairy could be cute too."
"a fairy? then, you should be the goblin!" you beamed.
"HEY!" nova cried, offended. "why am i the goblin?"
"GOBLIN BOFA DEEZ NUTS"
noya paused for a second before bursting out cackling.
"THAT MADE THE FACT THAT I GOT A D ON MY TEST TODAY SO MUCH BETTER"
you gasped. "but we studied together! he gave you a d?!"
"yeah. i'm giving you a d too."
"boy what?"
"GIVING YOU DEEZ NUTS"
it was your turn to burst out cackling childishly.
"ok but for real, noya. lets be serious. deez nuts jokes kinda suck." you said, getting dead serious.
"HUH?! YOU SUCK!"
"SUCK ON DEEZ NUTS"
noya then POUNCED on you and laughed into your neck, sending ticklish sensations down your spine.
"I FUCKING LOVE YOU"
"I LOVE YOU TOO"
you both doubled down laughing, and you didn't even know what you were laughing at at this point.
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t3tr0m1n0 · 7 days ago
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i think you should write something hhvcm related maybe about merlin :>
it's below the cut!
The campus is quiet, even for a Saturday. Out in beautiful sunny weather, Merlin feels most happy about being unable to spot another soul in the gardens– means none of them can spot hir. Not that they'd look any different from usual, nose in a book, head in the clouds, pensive, blank-faced. But it's the thought that counts.
They force their pencil into motion. "Dear Alder," it reads out loud, then immediately adds a "Draft #1" in the margins next to what it just wrote. "Is your name pronounced Alder-" with a long a- "or Alder?" with a short a. "I've made this mistake in the past and don't want to repeat it."
Draft #2: "How is your first name pronounced? I know we only know each other over the Internet, but I ^still don't want to be getting it wrong." Ey lean back against the bench when it seems eir inspiration has (abruptly) run out, before taking hold of the pencil again just as fast and adding a Draft #3: "Alder, it's occurred to me I could be confused on how to pronounce your name. Would you mind spelling it out for me?" They pause with satisfaction now. As if they're actually going to use that one.
Its notebook hosts yet more thoughts pertaining to internet friendship as it wanders the great outdoors. "Dear Nick, I saw someone sleeping in the park today and thought of you. Obnoxious thing to say, yeah? I bet we both wish I had a picture of a rubber duck to share, don't we?" As if, as if. "What do you say to someone you've never met whom you don't have an interest in common with? Well, as far as you know, anyway. 'How's the weather? Any fog? Any Fog? It's not like I know where you live.' Really, maybe I should just wait to be reached out to first." That gives them pause. And a little aching feeling deep in xyr chest. "Nevermind. I think I'm far too lonely for it. Still, I can't help imagining a shortcut– something that impossibly comes to us, one by one? At the same time? Uncoordinated by any means? And it brings us together. You know, a I can dream."
Merlin strolls home turning over odd thoughts about who's out there to be proud of it for getting so much sunshine and fresh air. "It was nice out there. I suppose if I had a camera I could tape some photos in here." It's a deeply entertaining thought for a little while. Then they log online.
The forum is slow enough. They catch themself before they forget to send Alder's e-mail, accompanied by the thought that hir words look so much smaller on the screen as compared to the notebooks. This & the next day are spent listening to a lot of mashups.
The day after, ey decide to try the forum before anywhere else, not eir inbox nor the Wikipedia page for "Plunderphonics." It's just a post on the off-topic page, sure, but it could be something.
Fufuthewolf started a thread: Hey all! Knew some people here were into general cryptid/paranormal stuff so I thought I'd bring it up. Anyone else think the recent power plant meltdown that happened in southern Washington might be like... supernatural? I saw some stories about really abnormal, unnatural stuff going on in the area (edit: links down below, sorry!). Mods, feel free to delete if this is too off-topic.
The first thing to run through Merlin's head is, how is this the first I'm hearing about this?
MarkieWasHere: Now I'm no nuclear physicist, but after an entire plant experiences meltdown, wouldn't you expect some weird side effects to show up? ^spr1nk: like mutations. anybody here play fallout? ^^Pag_Person: *raises hand* ooh, me! i do! *squees at finding another fallout fan* ^^MarkieWasHere: Mutation, that's the word I was looking for! Though I'll admit The Simpsons was what I had mainly in mind, lol yeahwhatcouldthatbe: I'm not the tyof person who believes anything have supernatural explanations, but Id be interested in hearing more of what you mea Spawkins: mod here! trust me, you don't have to remind us about doing our job. TrulyTule79: Does anyone else feel it's kind of... too soon to be discussing such an event like this? A lot of people died, I can't say it sits right with me. Even though I know most of us know how to be respectful towards others lives. Just my 2 cents. merlinenilrem: i don't know, there doesn't seem to be any decent way to tell what's going on yet. this is so recent that there aren't a very good amount of stories in general. to me it looks like we're just going to have to wait if we want to know anything for sure.
That's a place to start. What a thing to wake up to– now what was Nick's digital address again?
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