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Scarabia Character Songs and Associations
Our fourth dorm, Scarabia, contains two musically-oriented students. They both have hobbies and interests that directly are influenced by music in some form or another, so what sorts of songs may fit these two characters' inner worlds, and outer selves?
Notes: Every song is from my liked songs playlist (so feel free to judge me for my taste, haha!) and I only allowed myself to use an artist once for this project. There is also some strong language and mature themes in some of the songs, so be aware if you choose to listen to them. I’ve included: - A song that represents them - A song they’d listen to - and (for some) an additional song, depending on the character and circumstance
The full Spotify playlist for ALL songs and characters is linked at the end of the post.
Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia
Kalim Al-Asim
Represented by: Top of the World - Carpenters
Kalim is first and foremost an optimist. He's incredibly positive, and absolutely a people person. If others are happy, he is happy! This is especially true if it's a person he cares for deeply. This song reflects that exact sort of mindset that he holds!
Listens to: Ríleanna / Reels: Ormond Sound, The Torn Jacket - Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh
Pretty much any music that is good for dancing is something Kalim would like listening to. ESPECIALLY upbeat, pleasant music that can be used for dancing in groups! Since the songs I'm using here are all from my liked songs playlist, I thought that these reels would be most suited to his music taste :)
Bonus - Suggests for Music Club: Birdhouse in Your Soul - They Might Be Giants
This is an incredibly upbeat, happy song - just the type that Kalim would be drawn to. It has uplifting, somewhat silly lyrics, and an overall good energy. It also has a fairly prominent drum line, which Kalim would find fun as the main percussionist in the club!
Jamil Viper
Represented by: All Eyes On Me - OR3O
While this mostly is similar to his character in Chapter 4 and beyond (Ch. 4 spoilers ahead), this song reflects Jamil's desire to have the freedom to show who he is, his abilities, and his potential as his own person. Plus, Jamil is remarkably powerful, and his Signature Spell/Unique Magic is made possible through eye contact, so lines like, "Focus on me / I'll be all that they see" fit pretty well in that regard, too!
Listens to: Brain Stew - Green Day
Jamil seems like he would listen to fairly heavy music, including rock, punk, and maybe melodic metal. Here, he would relate to the feeling of pure exhaustion conveyed in Brain Stew. He would also like other Green Day songs, primarily those with a slower tempo (like 21 Guns), or a complex storyline and songwriting (like Jesus of Suburbia).
Bonus - Dances to: Alors on danse - Stromae
Though there are other songs with much more prominent breaks / drops, Jamil could (and would!) definitely be able to dance to some Stromae! Stromae's music is basically made for dancing, so Jamil and his dancer's soul would really resonate with the energy of it. And he'd probably also enjoy the somewhat cynical lyrics of Alors on danse especially.
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst character songs#Scarabia#krenenbaker's :)#I guess there are a couple additional songs for Jamil here too hey?#I also almost chose a different song to represent him... very nearly#I still think that my other pick - ''Brutus'' by The Buttress - fits well but I do think that ''All Eyes On Me'' is a good choice for him#also just imagine Rook finding Jamil dancing to some Stromae - Rook would be THRILLED but Jamil would hate the additional attention :)#on the other hand... Kalim is simply a little ray of sunshine#such a cutie#who deserves a great deal of affection#both of these boys do#♡#Spotify
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I can't stop thinking about the post from a few days ago about how Critical Role has been great at doing personal faith but didn't put the necessary work in to discuss the religious/god angle of c3 in-depth. Like the fact that Cardinal Respa was linked to both the Dawnfather and the Chained Oblivion is, on a personal level, very interesting (fallen/corrupted priest goes hard) but like does that mean that there's a Papacy somewhere in Exandria dedicated to the Dawnfather? If so, are there more cardinals who ordain the bishops of the Dawnfather? Are there Conclave-level intrigues going on in the Dawnfather's Sistine Chapel? Why is the Dawnfather so Christianity-coded in vibes alone if there's no actual outline of his religious organisations? With Downfall the Dawnchild/Dawnfather thing makes the allusions to Christ as Son of God co-existing with the Father textual - was there a Dawnfather Schism around whether the Dawnchild was a separate mortal? Was there a Reformation about how the Dawnfather's Pope kept selling indulgences? Is that why the priest of the Dawnfather Grog & Pike offer a drink to doesn't partake because of a cultural shift between Protestant-Temperance-League-coded and Catholic-coded Dawnfather congregations? Why do I have so many questions about the religious organisation of one of the most important Prime Deities in Exandria and to Critical Role's 3 campaigns? How on earth were the cast (and us as the viewers!) meant to care about the gods if all they had were "really tall kings" instead of interrogating how religious organisations provide both a place of healing and community to a wide range of people and also a place of horrific harm and abuse for a wide range of people?
#cr meta#cr discourse#critical role#it's just. maddening#i mean a college of cardinals who can all shoot god a quick dm and ask who's the best for pope is an absolutely hilarious image#makes for a great comedic setpiece tbh#but like seriously matt if your whole multi-campaign story needs people to have strong feelings about the gods beyond how they personally#affected them (keyleth vex and ashton come to mind as people who were negatively affected by certain gods due to personal reasons)#it might be a good idea to develop the religious organisations of these gods! let people see how these things work out instead of letting a#vibes-based approach to christianity rule the whole discussion! kord's whole deal about strong people is fascinating! are his priests all#body builders? do they have a central hierarchy based on strength? we don't know!#are the wildmother's clergy pro- or anti-alcohol? does she even have a clergy?#or are all the religious temples we have seen just set dressing because religious buildings in the real world just have cool designs?#is it because in fantasy the trope is that most protagonists don't care about religion and their temples are literally there for vibes?#i'm aware i'm getting way too close to stan-parasociality on that last point but if we have a cardinal “do we have a pope” is a logical#follow-up question. i'm aware there's not that much info in the campaign guides so that gms can do their own thing but in the#“the gods deserve to be eaten because they were mean to me” campaign surely a more interesting line would be “do the gods deserve us if#their organisations cause systemic harm as was done to bor'dor and........"#can you tell i don't want to do any actual work today. i sure can't#and yes i'm main-tagging this if people are hostile to me on the internet for this buddy there's a phenomenal button i'd like you to meet
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HOW THE MOON SIGNS ACT WHEN THEY LOVE YOU pt. 2
cancer moon/4h
ultimate cuddlers!!!
this is really biased and feral but i feel like people are here for the tea??
although i think they can be extremely sweet and loving, my opinion remains the same: not all cancers are to be trusted. i think it’s heavenly to be in their good graces, but i also feel like the closer you get, the harder it becomes to be genuinely accepted by them. that is, of course, if they don’t see you as fully deserving of their love. i have yet to be in a relationship with a cancer sun/moon that gives me their full trust. i always feel like they’re frugal with their love towards me. their intentions seem a little hmmm unclear? like they will not speak up about something they don’t accept about you but slowly, in their hearts, they turn away from you??
i am of course speaking solely from my experience. moon is at home in cancer, embodying the archetype of Demeter — the goddess of fertility. when Demeter gets back her beloved daughter, she blesses the whole earth with months of fertile spring. however, when things don’t go her way and Persephone returns to Hades, everyone has to suffer from her sadness during the barren winter months.
if they perceive you as a really worthy partner, they will spoil you with affection. nevertheless, i’d rather not get the short end of their stick!
leo moon/5h
leos have this innate need to feel proud of their lovers. potential partners should possess the it factor about them, da special sparkle. this also applies to their friends! it makes sense, as the sun in them shines so bright, they want their people to illuminate as brightly.
i believe their standards are even higher than virgos’ or capricorns’ and it’s not talked about enough! leos will not engage with just anyone! they have this splash of royalty in them, they can sense a weak self-esteem from a mile.
they want to be able to talk and talk and boast about you. and they want you to make them feel like the only girl in the world.
but here’s the clue. if they feel like you’ve become too boring, their loyalty won’t let them break up with you but slowly the flames stop burning. i’ve seen this happen in a leo moon-taurus moon relationship which makes sense, as taurus prefers persistent, daily acts of service that build a steady, reliable love over time, whereas leo lives for the drama, for the promise of an eternal love, big displays of affection, achieving greatness together.
i’m so sorry if this sounds harsh. i find leo placements to be lovely, all the people i hold dearest to me have them (it’s my descendant sign!). they’re so so open and warm, nearly everything is easy with them.
scorpio moon/8h
i need a scorpio moon friend right. now.
they seem like small, adorable babies who will give up everything for the true, devoted love. their feelings’ depth knows no bounds. extremely loyal, obsessive in the best way possible, what they seek in the other person is a safe haven to hide all their emotions in.
they’re portrayed as very secretive and closed off, even manipulative, but inside they are dying to show somebody their real self. because yeah, behind the darkness there is a small sleepy kitten i feel like.
also here’s the thing: they didn’t choose the darkness, it chose them. their intensity is draining for you, but it’s them who have to deal with it non stop. their emotions are turbulent and it’s often hard to be peaceful, but if you’re willing to accept them as they are and share your own darkest vulnerabilities, they’re yours forever.
aquarius moon/11h
these natives are the best of friends that you could ever wish for! they’re extremely invested in their friend groups, always making sure to initiate contact and check in. they need this as much as they need to breathe and eat! as we know, aquarius is traditionally ruled by saturn, so maybe that’s why they act like glue, keeping their friendships alive, not letting the bonds fall apart as they often sadly do without proper nourishing!
in this situation though, a hierarchy is formed and, sorry to inform the hoes, you come after bros :((.
these guys can be so unpredictable with their feelings i guess there’s no formula on how to get them. i would say befriend them first and then be eccentric enough to still spark the electric interest, the one that they seek in potential partners.
what’s worth noting is the fact that aquarius is a fixed sign, so whatever their quirks may be, they ultimately are loyal and devoted. they are a great paradox and even if they seem detached, they pay attention to their surroundings. whom they need is a persona as big as theirs, someone that shares their passion for the world and everything it has to offer, preferably concerned with big ideas and humanitarian causes. they notice magic in the mundane so their spouse needs to be special as well! when they find you and you find them, you become their person.
the bond they create with lovers might seem unusual to those of more traditional views. aquarius natives need their time away and a lot of solo time to detach and recharge. however, in turn, they will blow your mind with extraordinary thoughts and you will never look at life the same!
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Diasomnia boys reacting to you dating an NPC
Heartslabyul ver | Octavinelle ver | Savanaclaw ver | Scarabia ver | Pomefiore ver | Ignihyde ver
A/N = here's your duasomia ver, i'm not rlly a big fan of this dorm so it's probs more ooc than allthe other dorms
Sebek Zigvolt
Sebek would be INCREDIBLY jealous and fiery, and he's not gonna be able to hold back his anger.
His possessive side would take over, and he might even challenge your boyfriend into a duel to know who's REALLY meant for you. And once they lose the duel, Sebek's gonna angrily declare how they are unworthy of your affection.
If the results of the duel won't convince you, he would move onto plan B and try to isolate you from the NPC, telling you that they aren’t worthy of your time and that you don’t need them.
Once he finds out you two broke up, he's telling everyone, running around telling everyone you “made the right decision” and proclaiming that you deserve someone worthy of your greatness (aka, him).
Silver
Silver’s reaction would be passive and subdued. He would never directly confront you about it, but his quiet jealousy would become apparent as he tries to keep you close, finding any excuse to spend time with you but it's mostly just to keep watch of you and your boyfriend.
He might start showing up at places the NPC visits, either claiming it's by coincidence or being protective in a "harmless" way.
He would likely focus on showing you how much he’s willing to sacrifice for you, attempting to make you feel guilty for your choice.
Over time, he would begin to withdraw, making you feel like you owe him something for his unspoken devotion for you.
Suddenly, one day, you come up to him crying, sobbing, about how your boyfriend broke up with you, he'd react by quietly offering comfort without trying to rub it in your face. He’d understand that breaking up with someone, even with a guy like your 'boyfriend', can be emotionally taxing. "It must have been hard… But you don’t have to be alone now. I’m here for you, no matter what."
Lilia Vanrouge
When he finds out, he'd initially brush it off, pretending it doesn’t bother him, though you'd see the cracks in his facade. Then suddenly, his usual lightheartedness would shift to something more controlling and desperate.
He might or might not try to make you feel guilty for breaking up with him, playing with your emotions with stories of his past and how much he’s sacrificed for your happiness. His charming, mischievous side could turn darker, showing just how manipulative he can be when he's desperate to win you back.
Lilia would then start to appear in places you frequent, making sure to remind you of the bond you share. If necessary, he might even resort to spying or trying to subtly cause you to feel discomfort, making you reconsider your decision.
Lilia might laugh it off initially, seeing it as a small victory in the grand scheme of things. But deep down, he’d be happy that you’ve made the "correct" decision. He’d act like it’s no big deal, but he’s secretly pleased.
"Oh, the poor thing. It’s fine, though—don’t worry, I’ll be here for you. Always."
Malleus Draconia
Homeboy is SHOOK. Malleus is SO used to getting what he wants, so being rejected or broken up with would be an emotional blow to him, even though it's technically not directly rejecting him.
He may not immediately understand why you would do this and might try to convince you it’s a temporary decision and that the guy is probably just a phase right?
After his initial shock, he would likely try to assert his authority and status to get you back, reminding you of how much he can offer you. He might try to appeal to your sense of duty, convincing you that being with him is your fate.
Malleus will likely start using his status and authority to convince you that being with him is your destiny and he's not above subtle threats. Even though your boyfriend would be met by his usual formal and calm demeanor, giving the impression that he's simply “correcting the mistake” of your choice.
And finally, when you complain to him about your boyfriend totally ghosting you, he only smiles and says, "What a shame... You’ve chosen someone unworthy of your time. Looks like you must come back to me, for there is no one who can love you the way I do." sending shivers up your spine. Now you can only wonder what he did to the poor guy.
#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twst x reader#yan twst#yandere silver x reader#yandere sebek zigvolt#yandere sebek x reader#yandere lilia x reader#yandere lilia vanrouge#yandere malleus x reader#yandere malleus draconia
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deal - cl16 (22/?)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader
Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.
Chapter Summary: This friendship is off to a great start. Or something like that.
Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff because you all deserve it, tiny but of angst (because it wouldn't be my work if there wasn't angst in it), google translated French
Word Count: 2.9k
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A/N: tadaaaaaa. did my best and I hopefully have time to update this story weekly. feedback is appreciated!
The other side of the bed is empty when you open your eyes.
Sunlight beams through the window and warms your face as you stretch your arms and lie back. A loud yawn escapes your mouth, but you are so well rested and relaxed that you don't care who can hear you.
Charles is probably hanging around the apartment somewhere and you can't help but smile at the thought of him.
You didn't expect you two to talk so soon, but now that the weight is off your shoulders and the secrets - both your unemployment and the Formula One thing - are out in the open, you feel a lot better. You slept well, snuggled up to Charles with his arm wrapped tightly around your middle. His warmth gave you security and comfort and although the road to this moment has been quite bumpy and rocky, you're glad you've finally arrived at this point.
Pure friendship.
It's the right thing to do, you tell yourself. This friendship is more important than anything else in this world. I'll be damned if I'm going to destroy the only good thing I have.
You lock your feelings deep inside you, bury them under many and thick layers of friendly affection so that no daylight can reach them. What remains inside you is silence, a pleasant, comforting silence.
You don't have to worry about what his pet names mean to you. You don't have to worry about eventualities that will certainly not become reality anyway. You can be there for Charles, as a friend - as someone who is there for him.
You swing your legs over the edge of the bed and stand up. There are some fresh clothes for you on a small chest of drawers - a turquoise shirt and short gray Puma sports shorts - which you quickly slip into. As you open the door to your room, the smell of batter fills your nose.
"Bonjour," Charles smiles at you as you enter the spacious, modern kitchen and sit down opposite him at the kitchen counter. Unlike last night, this time he's wearing a shirt and gray sweatpants, which hang low on his hips but still let you feel a little sigh of relief. With spatula in hand, he scrapes the pancake out of the pan to put it on a plate and slide it over to you. "How did you sleep?"
"Very well," you answer him and reach for the Nutella that is already in front of you. "And you?"
"Likewise." He turns off the stove and sits down next to you with another plate of pancakes. His knee nudges yours, but neither of you pulls your leg away. "The recipe is from my teammate. He says they're the best pancakes ever and I thought we could try them together."
As you spread the Nutella evenly on your pancake, you hand him the jar. His fingertips gently brush your hand. "So if they don't taste good, it's not your fault?" you grin and use your knife and fork to cut off a small piece before popping it into your mouth.
Charles watches your every move. "That's right. So? Did he lie?"
You shake your head. The pancake in your mouth is warm and soft and fluffy, vanilla is definitely one of the ingredients and as you swallow the piece, a little of the delicious taste remains. "It's really delicious," you reply and spear another piece with your fork. "But I think it's also down to how the pancakes are made. The batter can be as good as it wants to be, but if it's made incorrectly - nope. Then it can't be saved."
Your Monegasque friend pours a little orange juice into the empty glass in front of you. "Was that a compliment to the chef?" A grin spreads across his face and he waggles his eyebrows.
You playfully punch him in the shoulder with your fist. He pretends to almost fall off his chair. "My statement is to be considered purely objective."
Something flashes in Charles' green eyes, but before you can pinpoint it, he turns his gaze back to the breakfast. "I've heard you say that before," he mumbles before taking a bite. "But it really tastes great. I'll have to tell him when I see him again soon."
"What does your nutritionist say about you smearing so much Nutella on your pancake?" When he puts his index finger to his mouth, you have to smile. "Do you have to go back? To Italy?" The thought of Charles leaving you alone here in this big apartment makes you swallow hard. You only really talked to each other a few hours ago, does he really have to -
"No," he unintentionally interrupts your train of thought. "I don't think they want to see me there again so soon after I left yesterday. But that's just the way it is." He shrugs his shoulders. "More time for us." Before you can ponder the meaning of that sentence, he continues. "I know we've already talked this morning about what to do next, but I think we should discuss it again."
You raise an eyebrow in confusion. "What do you mean?"
The brunette purses his lips. "You said that you still want to be friends with me despite my job - and I think that's great - but you should really be sure."
"I am sure," you reply without hesitation.
"But you have to know what all this would mean for you if you take this," he points first to you and then to himself, "on. Dealing with all this is more difficult than you can imagine."
"All right," you reply, shoving the last piece of pancake into your mouth before washing it down with orange juice. "Go on then, Mr. Charles Leclerc."
He looks at you with a look that can't mean anything other than "Really?" before clearing his throat. "I've been in the public eye since I was little. It used to be karting, now it's Formula One. I'm used to people recognizing me, approaching me on the street and wanting to take photos. It's normal everyday life for me."
"Sounds a bit conceited," you joke, but Charles' expression suggests he's not in the mood for fun. "Okay. Je suis désolé."
"As soon as I leave the house, people talk about it. What I'm doing. Where I'm going. Who I'm spending time with. And my friends are set on the fact that when we're out and about, we can never be fully undisturbed." He chews on his lower lip for a moment. "With my female friends, things are a little more complicated."
"Meaning?"
He takes a deep breath. "As a Formula One driver, it's quite difficult to maintain friendships with the opposite sex. As soon as you do something together without anyone else around, it's portrayed as a date in the press or on social media. According to TikTok, I've had four new girlfriends since Annika and I split up. But nobody cares that they are the wives and girlfriends of my best friends. People see what they want to see. Even if it doesn't reflect the truth at all."
Without hesitation, you reach for his hand and stroke the back of it with your thumb. His skin is soft. "I'm terribly sorry about that. It must be awful."
Charles turns his hand a little so you can intertwine your fingers. "It's nothing new for me. It's more difficult for my friends. They are insulted, called names, judged. And all because they want to spend time with me, because that's what friends do. It's not fair. Not for anyone."
Now you understand why it's so important to Charles that you know this. His friendship has a price. And from what he tells you, it's not exactly cheap.
"The pressure on you would be huge. People will have opinions about you that you won't like. And no matter what you do, no matter how good you are - you won't be able to change them. And at some point, you'll be approached on the street without me, just because we're friends. The first time Joris was asked for a photo, he was completely taken aback."
You can see how much this is taking its toll on him and you don't even want to know how many friendships his name has already cost him. It's understandable that not everyone wants to take this risk, this life.
You squeeze his hand twice to attract his attention. When he looks at you, you smile. "Doesn't sound so bad," you try to cheer him up. The attempt fails miserably.
"I don't think you understand me." He shakes his head slightly and removes his hand from yours. "That's no small sacrifice. And there's no turning back once you do. You'll have no privacy once you leave this apartment. You'll be the talk of the town. About what you do, what you say and what clothes you wear. And all because we're friends."
You raise an eyebrow. "And what's in it for me then?"
He lowers his eyes again. His voice is quiet. "Just - me."
Your heart breaks for him.
How can he not know how wonderful he is? Ever since you've known each other, Charles has always given you the chance to get out of things. He's let you have the bed, driven your rickety Renault to protect you from the public, pushed you away - disgustingly, but still. And all so that you could have a choice.
You'd like to take him in your arms and hug him tightly, hoping you can patch up his shattered parts. And so you do. You get up from the chair and wrap your arms around him so tightly that he gasps in surprise. He slides off his chair into a firm stance so that your hands slide a little lower down his back. A moment later, when you feel one of his hands on your spine and the other in your hair, you press your cheek against his hard chest.
"I wish you could see yourself the way I do," you murmur against the soft fabric of his shirt, whereupon he presses you a little closer to him.
"How do you see me?" he whispers against the top of your head. You feel his lips on your scalp. "Like a crazy, jealous guy who shows up at your place in the middle of the night and starts a fight with your ex?"
"You're an idiot." You lift your face from his chest and tilt your head back so you can look at him. He looks down at you. "You're such a wonderful person, Charles. And I would be honored if you wanted me as a friend."
"Are you really sure?" His warm breath brushes over your face. "There's so much you -"
"I'm sure," you interrupt him.
"There's a series on Netflix you can watch so you can get a better understanding of -"
"I'm sure."
"Y/N, please -"
"Don't you want to be my friend?" You want to take a step backwards so you can really look at him, but he's so comfortably warm and his gaze is so heartbreaking that you don't want to let him go under any circumstances.
"I want nothing more than that. Really." The hand that was in your hair a moment ago rests against your cheek and your thumb strokes it gently. "But there's so much you have to give up. And just for me."
You nestle your face against his warm skin. "You're all I have. And that's all I need."
His gaze softens and he gently kisses your forehead before holding you close one last time and then letting go. "The Netflix series isn't that good anyway. It doesn't reflect what really happens on race weekends." He sits back down at the counter and grabs another pancake.
You join him. "I'm not surprised. Netflix will do anything to make money and twisting reality to make it more marketable is nothing new." You copy him with the pancake.
"Exactly. And if you want to know anything, you can ask me. Your friend - the Formula One driver," he grins, shoving a bite between his two jaws.
"You said yesterday that this season has been a throwaway. What do you mean?" you ask him, emptying the bottle of orange juice into your glasses.
Charles shrugs his shoulders. "The car and the strategies didn't work as they should have. The Scuderia made more cock-ups than you can stand."
You have to suppress a grin. "Then wouldn't it be smarter to call it the Screwderia?"
His gaze is emotionless as you look at him. "That's the worst joke I've ever heard." He smirks. "But you're right about that."
It's obvious that your friend feels a lot more comfortable now that he's told you the truth. The passion with which he talks about the sport is infectious, and you listen to him as attentively as you can. There's a sparkle in his eyes, his smile almost reaches your ears as he talks about his victories and podiums.
How could you not want to be friends with him?
When you're done with breakfast, Charles sends you to explore the apartment while he does the dishes. After brushing your teeth and getting a bit more ready - you keep your clothes on, they're comfortable and Charles' after all - you wander through the rooms.
The living room is kept simple, with white furniture and a comfortable-looking couch where you can watch the second part of Cars. Next to it on a shelf are several trophies and even helmets, which you take a quick look at.
There's even a white piano. A red rose arrangement with the word Love is placed on it. As you run your fingers over the wood of the instrument, you hear Charles enter the room.
"The roses are from Annika. They're not real, so they can stay longer." He steps from one foot to the other.
"Why haven't you thrown them away yet?" you ask him as you turn to face him.
He shrugs his shoulders. "I haven't gotten around to it yet. And Annika was still living here until yesterday. So..."
You nod weakly and change the subject. "Have you been practicing here?"
"Yes. Unfortunately, I don't have much time to play because of Formula One. It was good to play in the bookshop. Even if it was completely improvised."
You remember every single note. The passion he poured into the keys to create an incredibly beautiful piece of music. The passion he felt. How beautiful he looked in the warm light. "It was beautiful. It really was."
"It's your song." He smiles lovingly. "It's as beautiful as you are."
Like magnets, you move towards each other. As he holds out his hand, you place yours in it so that he can gently turn you in a circle before pulling you close. Your hands rest on your chest and you feel his strong heartbeat under your fingertips as you smooth down his shirt. His hands are on your lower back, pressing you against him so that you arch towards him.
"Charles."
"Mm-hmm." His gaze flickers back and forth between your eyes and your lips, making your heart beat faster.
You hypocrite, you hear your conscience say as your one hand slides to the nape of his neck and plays with the fine hair there. Charles closes his eyes and something you can only categorize as a moan escapes his throat.
"Please don't stop," he whispers and leans his forehead against yours. The tips of your noses nudge against each other.
"With what?" you ask softly, even though you know exactly what he means.
"Touching me." His voice sounds almost like a deep groan. "Tu me fais tellement de bien.“ you feel so good.
You would never stop. It seems like an invisible boundary was torn down last night and you haven't been able to stop touching each other since. His knee against yours at breakfast. Your embrace. Your half-naked bodies pressed together a few hours ago when you were talking.
Even if you wanted to, you couldn't stop touching him.
Hypocrite, repeats the annoying voice in your head.
Without thinking about it, you arch towards him another inch and Charles draws in a sharp breath.
"Charles?" A woman's voice sounds from the hallway and the Monegasque opens his eyes. „Chéri, tu es à la maison?“ darling, are you home?
Your eyes search his as he suddenly breaks away from you and takes a step back. Panic is practically written all over his face.
"Who's that?" you ask silently, but get no answer.
The footsteps from the hallway come closer and when you turn around, a woman is standing in front of you, looking first at you and then at Charles before her gaze lingers on you. "'Qui avons-nous là?“ who do we have here? she asks, walking towards you before grabbing your hands and giving you a kiss on the left cheek, then the right.
"Maman, que fais-tu ici?" mom, what are you doing here? Charles asks hesitantly, taking a step towards you both.
Maman?
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Hiii! I hope requests are still open but if they are can I request a reader who's a really smooth flirter (with physical touch as a love language) who can pull basically anyone and constantly has people simping after them? Like how would their s/o react/feel about the simps? And how would they react to the flirty comments and behavior that's constantly directed their way? I know this request might be a lot but if you can throw the reader having really fluffy hair that they love to play with in there as well that would be great and I would adore you.
Gender Neutral reader, pretty please.
I almost forgot to mention, but this request is for Vil, Idia, Azul, Leona and Malleus.
Thanks for reading this, I appreciate you taking your time to look at this let alone write it.
I adore your writing and wish you well.
Azul Ashengrotto:
Azul is naturally more wary of you and your silver tongue, needing time to build up enough trust that you weren’t just playing with him. He knows your abilities and the people who worship the ground you walk on. While they’re blinding by your smiling face he can sign them on for the deal of a lifetime; it was a great idea to add you as another business partner. You reminded him frequently that it’s not all business, and you expected proper romance from time to time.
Idia Shroud:
Idia, who already had no idea what you saw in him, is not comfortable with how many people want you. He knew it wasn’t entirely your fault, you couldn’t help you were the most beautiful being who graced NRC, but it fills him with irritation to hear day in and out the way people talk about you. You’re more than just your looks, with a heart so good you even gave a shut-in like him a chance, and he thinks the shallow people around you should make themselves non-existent. You know he dislikes the attention and turn away anyone who tried to take it away from him, showing he had your complete heart and soul.
Leona Kingscholar:
Leona thinks the people who pathetically throw themselves at your feet need to get a hobby, and that they’re fools for thinking that would win you over. They have good enough taste, something he can admit as he’s rather fond of you, but they give in to you far too easily. He mostly allows you to deal with your admirers as you see fit, and as long as you’re not indulging their fantasies he doesn’t mind if you do so kindly. He doesn’t think the herbivores deserve a kind word, but he knew better than to overstep.
Malleus Draconia:
Malleus mostly ignored your rabid admirers, thinking it was interesting to see how people with no dignity acted when they saw a prize they could never afford. He was curious how you felt about it, wondering if it was the attention you enjoyed or if you found it more annoying than anything. He listened to your words carefully and took them to heart, knowing if you disliked the attention he would simply have to do something about it. People feared him for good reason and he never played around when it came to your happiness, something he would make clear even if you were too kind to tell these admirers yourself.
Vil Schoenheit:
Vil received plenty of attention himself, so it would be hypocritical to be that annoyed or jealous at you getting the same kind of attention. He really didn’t mind it as you were quite stunning and it made you a glowing power couple, the ire of so many others who could never hope to achieve a relationship like yours. There are clear boundaries that you’ve set with each other when you first started dating, perhaps requiring some negotiation as a little flirting was necessary in a job like his but there were never genuine attempts at affection. You still came home to each other and if there was ever an interaction that needed to be discussed it would be, as you had enough trust in each other to be completely honest.
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Seventeen with a partner who is insecure about their body
Genre: equal parts angst and fluff, suggestive content (MDNI)
A/N: vaguely written so this is friendly for any insecurity. Be kind to yourselves please. You deserve love. 🖤
Won’t hear a word of it - Seungcheol, Hoshi, Mingyu, Seungkwan
A little bit aggressive in how intensely he disagrees with you. He’s so obsessed with you and now he’s set on proving why. He might even call you crazy and stand you in front of a mirror. He’ll squish your face and make you look him in the eye through the mirror so you can see how serious he is while he tells you in great detail all the things he loves about you. The details might fluster you because of how explicit it is sometimes, but it does wash away a bit of the insecurity if only because you can tell how much he means it. For good measure, he’ll make a point to physically prove it, in and out of the bedroom. His goal is to have you feeling like you’re the hottest person on the planet because that’s exactly what he thinks of you. He’ll just keep trying until you finally get it. In quiet moments though, he will remember to tell you all the other non-physical things he loves about you. Prepare for compliment overload because he’s determined to get you to accept them from now on.
Will be so gentle about it - Jeonghan, Joshua, Wonwoo, The8, Dino
Very soft and maybe even a bit emotional about the fact that you’re willing to be vulnerable and admit this to him. He really wants to understand why you feel the way that you do - have you always felt this way, did someone say something mean to you about it, how do you usually deal with this insecurity. Then when the one-sided game of 20 questions is over, he’ll be smothering you with affection and making sure his stance is clear. He’ll let you disagree, but he’ll be steadfast in insisting that you’re the most attractive person he’s ever met. In the coming days and weeks, there will be subtle things that let you know he’s trying to help you feel better about yourself and lift your spirits. Gentle offers to go shopping for clothes that you like, or take a walk to get some fresh air and move your body, or try new makeup - whatever your concern is, it doesn’t matter because he’ll find a solution for it. He’s absolutely not trying to change you, would never dream of it, he just desperately wants you to be comfortable in your own skin and will bend over backwards to help you find tools to do that with.
Feels like a bad boyfriend - Jun, Woozi, DK, Vernon
Where as the first group responds with outrage and the second responds softly, this group would respond with a little bit of devastation. Does he not tell you how much he loves and adores you every goddamn day? Does he need to say it louder?? Does he need to worship the ground you walk on more obviously??? Okay, he will, but not before retreating a little bit to reflect. He feels guilty that maybe he’s contributed to this insecurity unknowingly and replays every conversation you’ve had for the entirety of your relationship so far. In the days after that conversation, he’s touchier and ten times more adoring. He lays it on a little thick on purpose. It’s you who will have to squish his face and say ‘Okay, I get it’ when he’s telling you how pretty and cute and beautiful and hot you are for the thousandth time during dinner when you’d love to talk about anything else. But he doesn’t believe it because your face when you admitted your insecurities is seared into his mind and he won’t be forgetting this anytime soon. Just get used to the new norm which is them being your biggest and loudest cheerleader.
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First of all I love how kind you’ve been to non English speaking anon because as someone who had to learn English, it’s not easy!
Second of all I feel like we don’t see enough fics of jjk men rescuing us from danger! Like imagine gojo saving us from a curse and being like “you know there are better ways to get my attention?” IDUNNO I FELT THE NEED TO SHARE THIS ISDEA 😭
one more — gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: it’s nothing <3 a lot of us, including myself, were in there place before so it should be the normal to be patient with them <3
you’re done for, completely and utterly done for.
you’re going to die today and it won’t be because of being stabbed by someone or something normal. no. you were going to get eat by, possibly, the most disgusting and slimy creature you’ve ever seen.
you don’t falter and still fight though, thrashing around in its hold, “let me go you two-toed slimy sewer looking rat!”
the curse seems to have taken great offense to your words cause it frowns then starts swinging you around. It would probably sue you if it could but it settles for preparing to eat you. you start screaming and letting your colorful vocabulary of curses at it.
your cursed technique long forgotten since lo and behold that curse was your natural enemy. so you have nothing to do except to curse it out till it starts crying or something.
just before you’re dropped in its mouth, a figure swiftly catches you and teleports you somewhere safe, a little far away from said curse. you look up and are met with a grinning gojo, “y’know…there are better ways to get my attention than this.”
he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, “you don’t need to be in danger for me to notice you, sweets.”
you snap out of your daze, “I wasn’t trying to get your attention!” you huff as you try to get down but his hold on you doesn’t falter, “oh great, I am released from the shackles of a curse only to be trapped in yours.”
he pouts, pulling you closer and nuzzling your noses together, “aw come on now; I deserve a kiss for this, wifey.”
you shake your head and he sulks, turning to walk away from the scene. you look at the curse then up at him like he has grown two heads, “satoru, what’re you doing?”
“I am not fighting until you give me a kiss.”
you gasp and turn to look at the curse once again. it is contained and won’t harm anyone but you can’t just leave it like that so you look back at your crazy attention-loving husband, “you can’t be serious.”
“I am one hundred percent serious,” he announces but he stops, smirking at you, “so?”
he should be smacked for his smugness but that will be saved for later especially when he continues talking, “I was the brave and strong husband who just saved you, after all.”
so you take a hold of his collar and pull him down, smashing your lips against his. he kisses you back instantly and you guys keep at it a for a while until you smack his shoulder, remembering that there is a curse roaming around.
“that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” he says after pulling back, grinning from ear to ear.
you pat his cheek softly and roll your eyes, “haha, very funny,” you point at the audacious curse, “now go deal with it!”
he puts you down then salutes, “yes ma’am!”
satoru then turns around to walk towards it but he suddenly stops in his track. you, who sat on the ground with your favorite drink that satoru got, groan, “what is it now?”
tilting his head so he can meet your eyes, he smiles, “what about one more kiss?”
you are about to reprimand him yet again but then he interrupts you, “on the cheek! so you don’t have to worry about it getting anywhere—at least not now!“
“I should put tape on your mouth so you shut up for a bit,” you stand up and walk towards him, “satoru, you make me think that I spoil you too much,” you hum, straightening his collar.
he puffs his chest with a pout, “is it bad that I want affection from my wife?”
you shake your head as you signal for him for him to bend down and he does so gladly, “no, but you need to get your priorities straight.”
he hums a thank you when you give him the anticipated kiss before he replies, “this is my priorities being straight.”
you roll your eyes with a chuckle, “then I have to explain to you how to prioritize correctly.”
he leans close, lips mere centimeters apart from your own, “a private lesson, huh? I don’t mind—“
you push him away with your index finger, “but later! you have a curse to deal with mister.”
reluctantly, he walks towards it, steps heavy. he looks back at you with a pout, trying to convince you once again, but you don’t falter. you’re already used to his antics and can resist them—to an extent.
giving up, satoru looks at the curse, “you ready to get beaten?”
the curses shakes its head quickly and satoru shrugs, “well, you will anyway,” the curse cries but satoru continues, “and in a heartbeat cause I have a pretty wife to get back to.”
the curses attempts to run away but satoru quickly blasts it and it’s nowhere to be found anymore.
a smile is plastered on his face and there is a spring in his step as he walks—or rather runs back to you, “date time, y/n!”
you don’t know why, but you run away, “but I wanna sleep!”
perhaps instinct.
there is no time to think about it, though, since satoru gasps offended before quickly responding, “we can just cuddle then,” he teleports right in front do you and you bump into his chest.
you grumble and he laughs while holding you up, “so what do you say? some cuddling will be pretty nice.”
“yeah, whatever,” you mumble as your arms wrap around him and you nuzzle into his chest. he presses a loud smooch to your head, ready for at least an hour of cuddling.
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Blurred Lines: Agency and Victimhood in Gothic Horror
Seeing as Robert Eggers' Nosferatu has just breached a cool $135M at the worldwide box office, it might be as good a time to talk about this as any. I believe I echo the sentiments of most diehard fans of gothic horror when I say this: while we are glad to see this masterpiece meet with well-deserved success, these numbers also mean that a significant proportion of its audience has been previously unfamiliar with the hallmarks of our beloved genre; and the resulting disconnect between the viewers and the source material has been the driving force behind the great majority of the online discourse that surrounds it.
The tools and conventions of the gothic, as a genre, are essential to Nosferatu's primary narrative arc. Its central character, Ellen Hutter, cannot be discussed outside of her literary context. Textually, she balances between heroine and damsel in distress - blurred, in many ways, from mainstream understanding.
That is done entirely on purpose. There are numerous reasons for it; I could go into heavy detail about it; and I will - under the cut, of course.
The main thing I must make absolutely clear (before delving any deeper) is that the gothic genre is fundamentally non-literal. It deals heavily in metaphor, allegory, allusion, obfuscation - and, indeed, the blurred lines that have recently caused so much controversy online. This is by design. It is not a flaw of storytelling or interpretation. The gothic affronts the rigid, black-and-white, mainstream forms of morality because that is what it has always been designed to do; and the newer installments like Nosferatu do the same, being built upon those traditional foundations.
The historical background is therefore essential to the understanding of a gothic narrative. In this, the film does provide the viewer with a relatively easy starting point; its period setting amplifies its connection to its predecessors, as well as the societal pressures and systemic violence that it aims to challenge. It allows the audience to perceive the story through a historical lens that comes pre-installed, as a sort of short-cut to the genre's original social context.
The context, in this case, consists of misogyny, queerphobia, xenophobia, and ableism - which, while rampant even in the modern day, were that much more blatant in 1830s German Confederation, where/when the story largely takes place. Every human character, regardless of who they are, is influenced by these oppressive aspects of their society; and Ellen Hutter is hopelessly entrapped within all four.
Her social situation, as we are given to understand, is precarious. Though she was originally born into wealth, she married down to escape her abusive father. She is an eccentric - her "wild" inclinations (such as having a sense of dignity or loving the outdoors as a child) are enough to cause almost vitriolic disapproval; but on top of that, she was born with a psychic gift, which manifests in a way that is not dissimilar from a mental (and sometimes physical) disability. She and her husband are also English immigrants, and thus perpetual outsiders in Wisborg (this is also one of the reasons Thomas is so anxious to prove himself at Knock's firm, and so keen to emulate Harding in all things); and, finally, she implied to experience queer attraction - which, though non-explicit, repressed, and never truly indulged, still affects her and the way she is continuously treated throughout the film.
Overall, Ellen's existence is perceived, at best, as an inconvenience - and at worst, a scandal. With that, she fits seamlessly into her story's genre.
The "immoral," the forbidden, the taboo is a cornerstone of all gothic fiction. It exists in the doubt between light and dark, harm and desire, love and abuse. It is the domain of sympathetic villains (e.g. Heathcliff, Wuthering Heights), of imperfect victims (Bertha Mason, Jane Eyre), of heroes who are deeply flawed, who cause their own tragedies, and often fail to save anyone at all (Victor Frankenstein, Frankenstein). Within the gothic genre, there are no absolutes; and its contradicting balance of dichotomies provides a reference point - or, more accurately, a cultural triangulation - for exploring the same complexities that a binary puritanical mindset strives to eradicate. These include sexual desire, female autonomy, physical and mental disabilities, classism; in short, anything that gets people wincing.
The popular discussion of these topics is frequently cruel, often avoidant, and rarely straightforward or productive. As stated above, it makes people uncomfortable. It's not pleasant. However, for Ellen (and many people in the real world), it is, quite literally, impossible to avoid. It defines every aspect of her daily life.
What this means for her and for the story is that within a narrative that refuses to gloss over the imperfections of her surrounding society, her victimhood is not thrust upon her by a shadowy figure, emerging from the night. Instead, she is a victim - of an ongoing and systemic, rather than individual, abuse.
This aspect of Ellen's characterization lies at the core of her behaviour throughout the film. She is an unstable chimera of Brontë's Jane Eyre and Bertha Mason - in the sense that her actions are informed, in great part, by her acute awareness of her own disenfranchisement. She alternates between anguished raving and phlegmatic practicality, used to her pain but unable to entirely ignore it; and, the same way that Jane sees all the rage she feels (but cannot afford to express) manifested in Bertha, Ellen finds her counterpart in Orlok.
This is where the ambiguity begins.
Even though Orlok is most certainly a gothic villain, his relationship with Ellen cannot be interpreted as strictly adversarial. Naturally, it would be easy to ascribe their dynamic to grooming and PTSD; however, as previously mentioned, a gothic narrative is never surface-level - and the film itself never furnishes any information that would definitively limit it to that.
Firstly, to get the primary discourse point out of the way - yes, when Ellen and Orlok first meet within the ether, she is indeed young; and later, she is said to have been a child. However, at the time, the term "teenager"did not yet exist; Ellen's younger self is not portrayed by a child actress; and later, in 1838, she is referred to as a child multiple times - despite being an adult, married woman. Overall, within the film, the term is more often used to describe innocence and inexperience, rather than age; and her initial age is never specified. Granted, a multi-century age gap is not exactly "healthy" anyway - but this is a vampire story. It is per the course; and it complicates their relationship beyond a simple victim vs abuser narrative.
Secondly - and perhaps, most importantly - the overall impact of Orlok's coercion tactics falls flat in comparison to Ellen's human-world alternatives. Yes, he argues and threatens; but her social circumstances have never allowed her agency in the first place. Her father abuses, isolates, and threatens to institutionalize her; Thomas dismisses her concerns as "childish fantasies"; Harding and Sievers tie her down and drug her; Harding again kicks her out of the house. Her marriage, her friendships, are therefore all transactional; they grant her an escape from her father's house, relative financial stability, social support - on the condition that she represses her true self, pretends to be normal, doesn't threaten anyone's masculinity or heterosexuality, and acts like she's happy to be a deferring, obedient, settled wife. Being a daughter of a landed gentleman, she would never have been given a working woman's education, and evidently has no income of her own; and so, she has no options except to upkeep her end of the bargain - which means that her continued survival within mainstream society relies on constant background coercion.
Compared to this mundane, socially acceptable horror of her existence, the vampire actually offers her more autonomy than she is ever otherwise accorded. The terms of his covenant never threaten Ellen's own well-being; so on one hand, she has benevolence - and on the other, the dignity of choice.
This contrast lies at the heart of her dilemma. Ellen is torn between what she believes she should be and what she knows - and Orlok knows - she is.
One is "correct," moral, Good; the other is "wrong," sinful, Evil. However, at the same time, the first is manufactured; it is artificially designed, and must be continuously enforced. The second is primal. Natural. In accordance with gothic tradition, the appeal of Orlok is that he is forbidden, yet instinctive. By design, he is a reflection of everything that Ellen is forced to repress on a daily basis. That includes her rage, her ostracism, her abnormalities; but also, her desperate need to be respected, understood, and desired. He is both grotesque and alluring, both a lord and a beast, both cruel and reverent.
"He is my melancholy!.." cries Ellen.
"I am Heathcliff!" whispers Cathy.
Still, while Cathy and Heathcliff are primarily divided by class and racism, Orlok and Ellen are separated by moral considerations. In the explicit sense, Ellen cannot choose the Evil that Orlok represents. Within the surface narrative, she is obligated by her society, her morals, and the story to choose Good - in this case, by nobly sacrificing her individual expendable life to save her husband and a city full of people. Her primary storyline, like everything else, has already been decided for her.
For the Trekkies among us, this is Ellen's own Kobayashi Maru. A no-win scenario. As such, within the context of character analysis, her destination does not matter as much as the little things she does along the way; and it is no accident that, as the film progresses, the subtler, seemingly insignificant choices she makes within that framework just happen to bring her closer - and closer - to Orlok.
All of them are just innocuous enough to almost pass. She places a lock of perfumed hair in a locket that she gives to Thomas - and upon his arrival to the Carpathians, the same locket is immediately claimed by Orlok, who recognizes the scent of lilacs. Before making her sacrifice, she puts on her wedding dress and finds a bouquet of the same flowers - which is the sort of effort she didn't have to perform, especially given that he cannot resist her blood regardless. When Orlok arrives, she chooses to undress them both, and leads him to the bed, even though her previous sex scene with Thomas was entirely clothed; and in the morning, she pulls him close and holds him through the sunrise - even though he was already dying, and would not be able to escape. There was no need for her to touch his rotting flesh at that point, much less caress it.
There can be a "moral" explanation for all these actions; but the lack of direct obligation involved in them becomes increasingly blatant over the course of the story, and the doubt festers.
This sort of lingering ambiguity is precisely where gothic horror thrives - and intersects, scandalously, with romance. Gothic horror, much like bodice-ripper novels, noir thrillers, or "dark romance," builds much of its romantic intensity on the dichotomy of shame and desire. Imagine it, if you will, as a loom; warp and weft. It may even be described as literary BDSM - a continuous, mutually-agreed-upon act of roleplay between the author and their audience, and sometimes the characters themselves (though that depends). The point is to create an outlet for female, queer, or disabled sexualities, all of which are still heavily medicalized and restricted, derided, or denied entirely; and within these often intersecting genres, the violent or coercive intensity of the dominant lead (be it a vampire, a mafia don, or simply a more experienced lesbian) provides their repressed, seemingly passive counterpart an excuse to act upon their demonized erotic urges.
Between the page and the mind, everything that normally complicates a romantic or sexual encounter in the real world (subliminal hints, aggression, repressed and involuntary responses) becomes set dressing - serving to place a particular scene or dynamic within its fictional universe. The resulting Watsonian uncertainty is, naturally, part of the appeal. It is what allows the viewer/reader/listener a sincere emotional and sensual immersion; and for Ellen and Orlok, it provides an appropriately dramatic pretext for a night of tender vampire sex.
The discourse around their joining is painfully similar to the same that drifts around online every winter - in regards to the classic holiday hit, Baby it's Cold Outside. The song, written during an era in which extramarital sexuality was heavily restricted, follows a couple brainstorming excuses for the lady to stay the night; this intention was explicitly stated by both members of the original duet; but that hasn't stopped thousands of people from interpreting it as a "rape anthem." It is unsurprising, then, that an element of horror (guilt, shame, repression, coercion) muddles the water even further.
It's oddly apt, considering that the film premiered on Christmas Day.
Granted, I am not denying that there is an abusive aspect to Ellen and Orlok's connection, romantic or otherwise. However, to reduce Ellen to merely his "victim" is extremely inaccurate to her actual portrayal - because, within the framework of the film, her interactions with Orlok are the few in which she is actually able to exercise some form of agency. She never defers to him, their wedding-death hinges on her free will, as coerced as it may appear; and, in a fascinating subversion of a popular vampire trope, she is the one who summons him.
In gothic media, "Come to me!.." is invariably spoken by a vampire (or a vampire derivative like Erik, Leroux's titular Phantom of the Opera); their counterpart follows helplessly, without question; and giving these lines to Ellen is a dramatic deviation from tradition that fundamentally alters the underlying context of their power balance. By maintaining this call-and-response dynamic throughout the story, Eggers asserts that Ellen isn't helpless; and neither is she "in over her head." She is intelligent, powerful, and she has a tangible influence over Orlok, who is her only equal - which is why, ultimately, she is the one deciding where that relationship is headed.
That is not to say that any alternative readings of the film are entirely incorrect. As I have stated above, the abusive/toxic narrative is definitely present, and even essential, in gothic media. On the Doylist level, it is the equivalent of a whip, or a solid pair of cuffs - essentially, a divestment of responsibility; though, to continue the metaphor, not everyone shares the same kink - and those who do might not all enjoy it the same way, so there's definitely significant variation. What I am trying to say, however, is that each story does come with a central conflict; and Ellen Hutter's victimization - much like Jane Eyre's, like Thomasin's (The Witch, 2015) - is systemic.
She is ostracized, disrespected - infantilized if her oppressors are feeling benevolent, demonized when they are inconvenienced - and still expected to always prioritize her husband/friends/community by default, regardless of how she is treated by them. Her surrounding society, morality, religion, culture all insist upon the same; and this is why, despite knowing that she has done nothing wrong by following her nature, she carries an enormous amount of guilt in regards to those "unacceptable" aspects of herself. It is also the same reason why Orlok - the sensual, cruel, utterly devoted monster - is the answer to her lonely call; and the reason why everyone around her is so eager to see her as his victim, rather than a victim of anything they may have perpetrated themselves. Ellen's is a rich complexity, fed upon centuries' worth of gothic tradition, and she cannot be forced into a flat, genre-inappropriate simplification.
Like The Witch, like NBC Hannibal, like Interview With the Vampire before it - Nosferatu (2024) is a story of self-indulgence being so unfamiliar that it feels like a sin; or, like dying.
I, for one, would not deny her that.
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"Then what good am I to you?"
have y'all ever considered that, yes, whilst Penelope has loved him for a very long time. . .she has not shown that to him? that she has not made it clear to him in any way? already, all he feels he is good for is providing because of how he grew up, a chronic middle child vying for attention, receiving positivity when he brings levity or cracks a joke or brings a gift or demonstrates a kindness? that the people pleaser in him feels he has to provide a dance or a laugh or ease or even just stepping to the side so he isn't a bother? have y'all considered that he was straight up ghosted for months? so when he *could not* provide anything, he was cast aside and forgotten? even by her?
have y'all considered that Colin has the idea that if he is not doing something for someone, they have no use for him, and so must be shown that is not true? that he feels he doesn't deserve forgiveness or time unless he has something of worth to offer as leverage for it? that all of the ways Penelope has cared for him have been from afar?
Penelope needed to know that Colin loves her, so he chases down her carriage. So he professes his feelings on his knees. So he strips her bare in front of a mirror to show her- see what I see, you're beautiful. So he informs her own MOTHER that he loves her and she can't talk smack about his future wife. He has so many big gestures for her to make her understand he's serious about her, and that she matters to him for who she is, no strings attached. He apologizes for hurting her feelings after she tells him off, he offers her his help in building her confidence, he helps her family in Season 2, expecting nothing in return, and even in Season 1, he professes how good she is.
But from his perspective. . .he did not even KNOW Penelope had feelings for him when he raced off after her to beg her not to marry someone else. As far as he knew, she considered them friends, and even under the willow, she told him distance would be best after they kissed. She didn't reply to his letters on his travels. She showed him that their intimacy didn't affect her the way it affected him because she continued to pursue a different engagement. She had even said their kiss wouldn't mean anything and when he says he cannot stop thinking of it, she does not assure that it meant a great deal to her, too. She informs that she wants to be more than friends, but nothing else. What is he meant to think? Even if she says she has loved him for a long time, he's been told before that someone loves him. . .and then it ended up not being true.
Penelope has waited for years, since she first met him, to love him in the light, and she has an opportunity in Part 2 to do so. To show Colin that she loves him: assuredly, fervently, loudly.
And I, for one, cannot fucking WAIT to see it.
#polin#colin bridgerton#penelope featherington#bridgerton season 3 spoilers#bridgerton#why should colin be the only one to do the big gestures? he's a darling and he deserves the grand moves pulled on him too#lets go penny girl i'm sat
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between the ride and the roses (8)
Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags: biker/ motorcycle shop owner! jungkook x flower shop owner! reader, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, slow burn, angst, smut, fluff
Series summary: There's an insane turn of events when your calm and peaceful life is intruded by Jungkook, a biker boy who sets up his loud business right next to your own. Your paths cross under unlikely circumstances, starting with a clash of personalities but gradually you find yourself establishing a deeper connection with the annoyingly attractive biker jerk. You both have no idea what's in store for you guys as you try your best to put up with each other.
Word count: 3.7k
Chapter Warnings: tensionnnn, seokjin (you'll see why)
A/N: literally fell in love with this jugnkook as i was writing this chapter. something abt him makes my heart flutter like why don't i have a man like this. AHHHH is the chemistry chemistrying for you guys? let me know your thoughts hehehehe.
part 8: when the camellia revs
The fairgrounds buzz with life as preparations continue, but you manage to steal a quiet moment under the shade of an old oak tree. The wooden bench you share with Sunjae feels like a small oasis amidst the hustle. Around you, the rhythmic sounds of hammering, laughter, and the shuffle of footsteps continue. Yet here, with Sunjae beside you, it feels as though time slows down.
A mischievous glint sparks in your eyes as you nudge him lightly. “So…” you begin, dragging the word out, savoring the way his ears turn pink before you’ve even finished the sentence. “How’s the boyfriend?” you giggle.
Sunjae tries to mask his shyness, but it’s a futile effort. He rubs the back of his neck, his smile growing wider by the second. “Yeonjun’s great." he admits, his voice soft but brimming with affection.
“We moved in together recently, and honestly? It’s been... perfect. He’s been crazy busy with work, but he still does these little things, you know? Leaves notes in my lunchbox, surprises me with flowers. The other day, he even cooked me dinner because I was too tired. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” he says, unable to hide his smile.
Your heart warms at his words. Seeing Sunjae so smitten makes your chest swell with pride and happiness for your best friend. “Oh, please.” you scoff, grinning. “You deserve every ounce of that happiness and so much more. If anyone’s lucky, it’s Yeonjun for having you.” you admit.
Sunjae chuckles, the light in his eyes undeniable. “You always know what to say to make me feel like I’m not completely fumbling through life.” As he speaks, he paints vivid pictures of their life together... how they met at a seminar, how Yeonjun’s attempts at karaoke had sealed the deal, and their shared dream of opening a quaint café someday. You can’t help but smile at his happiness, the way his words pour out like a gentle stream.
“You look well.” you say once he finishes, your voice soft but sincere. “I'm so happy for you, Jae.” you comment and he smiles at the nickname. It feels like he hasn't heard that in ages.
He beams at you, his grin infectious. “I could say the same for you, Y/n. You look… peaceful. I'm guessing your business is doing well, huh?” Before you can reply, an enthusiastic voice interrupts.
“Sunjae? No way!”
You glance up to see Taehyung striding towards you, his wide grin lighting up his face. Namjoon, Seokjin, and Juwon follow close behind, all breaking into delighted smiles at the sight of your old friend.
“Still stealing Y/n’s time, huh?” Taehyung teases, pulling Sunjae into a warm hug. “Some things never change.” Sunjae shrugs as he pulls away, looking towards the others.
The bench becomes a hub of lively chatter as introductions, laughter, and playful jabs fly around. Though Sunjae had grown closer to you over the years, his bond with your group remained intact, and their warmth feels as natural as breathing.
//
The next day dawns with a golden hue spilling across the horizon, but the calm of the morning doesn’t last long. As the sun rises higher, the town square transforms into a hive of activity, buzzing with a sense of urgency. The fair is just a day away, and it seems like everyone is working double-time to ensure everything is perfect.
Vendors rush to set up their stalls, the sound of hammers striking nails mingling with the rustle of fabric as colorful banners and canopies are hoisted into place. Children dart around, their laughter piercing through the air as they weave between workers. Volunteers carry boxes of supplies, their voices blending into a symphony of instructions, encouragement, and occasional exasperation.
You’re busier than ever, balancing tasks between your flower shop and the fair. Deliveries need to be organized, decorations have to be finalized, and last-minute adjustments seem to crop up at every corner. Even as you wipe the sweat from your brow, there’s a sense of exhilaration in the air, the anticipation of tomorrow’s festivities driving everyone forward.
Sunjae is bustling around too, overseeing the setup of a handmade crafts stall he’s managing. Every now and then, he glances your way, offering a quick thumbs-up or a smile, his own excitement mirrored in your expressions.
By mid-morning, your friends have gathered to help where ever they can. Namjoon is reviewing schedules, his meticulous nature ensuring no detail is overlooked.
Seokjin is joking with some of the younger volunteers, lightening the mood despite the frenzy. Juwon is coordinating with the food vendors, her authoritative tone cutting through the chatter, while Taehyung flits between tasks, his energy boundless.
And then there’s Jungkook.
You catch glimpses of him every now and then, his leather jacket swapped for a simple black tee, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattooed arm as he unloads heavy crates. The sight of it snaps something inside you and you have to look away to collect yourself.
He works silently but efficiently, his brows furrowed in concentration. Despite the chaos around him, he carries an air of calm focus that you can’t help but notice.
Occasionally, your eyes meet across the crowded square. Each time, it’s fleeting, just a moment before one of you looks away, but it’s enough to send a ripple of something unspoken through the air.
The hours blur together as the sun climbs higher. Despite the hectic pace, there’s a shared unity among the volunteers, an understanding that they’re all working towards something meaningful.
By late afternoon, the square is almost unrecognizable, transformed into a vibrant space brimming with life and color.
But as you glance at the clock, you know there’s still more to be done. The final stretch is here, and tomorrow, the town will come alive in a way that makes all the effort worthwhile.
For now, you push forward, the excitement bubbling beneath the surface, ready to see it all come to life.
//
As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the fairgrounds, Mr. Jung’s voice booms from the gazebo. “Everyone! Can I have your attention?” he calls, clapping his hands. The volunteers pause their work, turning to face him.
“To thank all of you for your hard work, we’re hosting a little barbecue right here tonight." Mr. Jung announces, his smile wide. “Consider it a token of our appreciation. You’ve earned it!”
A ripple of cheers and applause follows, and your friends exchange gleeful glances. “Free food?” Seokjin exclaims, clutching his chest as if overwhelmed. “It’s a dream come true.”
“I’m claiming the first plate!” Juwon declares, practically bouncing on her toes. “Not if I get there first,” Taehyung counters, already sprinting toward the gazebo.
The group bursts into laughter, following him in a loose, carefree parade. The atmosphere is electric, buzzing with excitement for the evening ahead. After days of hard work, this feels like the perfect way to unwind... a celebration of effort, friendship, and shared memories.
As the preparations wind down and the golden hour fades into twilight, the barbecue at the gazebo comes alive. Bright fairy lights strung around the wooden structure cast a warm glow over the gathering, making the evening feel almost magical.
The air is filled with the enticing aroma of grilled meat and roasted vegetables, mingling with the faint scent of flowers still lingering from the day’s decorations.
You find yourself seated on the cool grass with Sunjae and your friends, the laughter and chatter creating a cozy bubble around you. Plates of food are passed around as everyone digs in, their voices blending with the soft strumming of a guitar someone brought along.
Namjoon is in the middle of telling a ridiculous story about one of his childhood escapades, which has Seokjin doubling over with laughter while Taehyung and Juwon argue about its authenticity.
The atmosphere is laid-back yet so so rewarding, just a close-knit group of volunteers unwinding after days of hard work. It’s one of those rare moments when you feel completely at peace.
Sunjae leans back beside you, his head tilted towards the sky as he points out a constellation he learned from Yeonjun. His excitement makes you smile, and you can’t help but feel immense joy for your best friend, who seems to have found his place and love in this world.
But amidst the relaxing chaos, there’s a tension simmering not far from where you sit. Jungkook has arrived with Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin, finally all done with their work for tomorrow.
The group makes their way to the grill, exchanging greetings and grabbing plates of food. Jungkook, however, doesn’t linger with his friends. His gaze immediately shifts to you, sitting closely with Sunjae, the man whose name he had just learned, as both of you laugh together.
His jaw tightens as he observes you leaning towards Sunjae, smiling so brightly it feels like the world revolves around you in that moment. And the man beside you... the same one from earlier who’d already occupied far too much of your attention is the cause of that smile. Jungkook feels his grip on his plate tighten, the urge to look away battling with the undeniable pull of watching you.
Throughout the evening, he steals glances at you. It’s infuriating how effortlessly you seem to light up the space around you. You laugh, tease Taehyung about his mismatched socks, and playfully swat Sunjae’s arm when he mimics Seokjin’s dramatic storytelling. Each stolen glance chips away at Jungkook’s resolve to keep his distance, leaving him restless.
As the night deepens, the cool evening breeze carries with it a sense of tranquility. The gazebo grows quieter, with fewer people remaining. Mrs. Kim, an elderly woman who’s been a pillar of the town’s volunteer efforts for years, approaches you with a soft smile.
“Y/n-ah, can you please fill my water bottle for me? They seem to have run out of water here, and I need to take my medicines now that I’ve eaten.” she says, holding out the bottle. “Your shop is nearby, so I thought I’d ask.”
You nod immediately, rising to your feet. “Of course, Mrs. Kim. I’ll be right back.” you reply warmly, taking the bottle from her. Your shop, just a few meters away from the gazebo, is still illuminated from earlier in the day.
Jungkook watches the interaction from his spot, his gaze sharpening as you walk off into the night with your usual grace. His chest tightens, and before he realizes it, his feet are moving.
He doesn’t know what compels him, but the idea of you being alone, even for a short while sends a strange urgency coursing through him.
Leaving his friends behind, who are too engrossed in their conversations to notice his sudden departure, he slips away. The cool breeze brushes past him as he strides towards your shop, his heart pounding in his chest.
He doesn’t know what he plans to say or do when he catches up to you, but he’s sure of one thing... he can’t keep this longing bottled up any longer.
The bell above the door jingles softly as you enter your flower shop, the familiar scent of blooms and fresh greenery enveloping you. The quiet of the shop contrasts sharply with the lively chatter of the barbecue behind you, making the space feel almost sacred.
You step past the counter and towards the storeroom, where your water filter is kept. It’s a cozy, tucked-away space filled with neatly labeled boxes of vases, floral foam, and ribbons.
The faint hum of the filter greets you as you flick on the light, placing the water bottle on the counter.
Humming softly to yourself, you begin filling it, the cool water rushing steadily into the bottle. While you're still inside, the shop’s door creaks open again and you don't really hear it.
Jungkook steps inside, his boots making almost no sound against the wooden floor as he closes the door behind him, careful not to alert you. The warm glow of the shop lights reflects off the rows of flower arrangements on display, casting soft shadows on the walls.
As he takes a step further in, his gaze locks onto the passage leading to the storeroom. It’s a narrow corridor lined with shelves holding tools and floral supplies. He knows you’re just beyond it. His pulse quickens, his resolve faltering for a brief second before he moves forward, his boots brushing lightly against the polished floor.
In the storeroom, you screw the cap back onto the filled water bottle, ready to return to the barbecue. Just as you turn around, you nearly jump out of your skin at the sight of Jungkook standing in the doorway.
“Jungkook?” you ask, startled. “What are you doing here?”
He doesn’t answer immediately. His dark eyes meet yours, intense and unreadable, and for a moment, the small storeroom feels even smaller. His shoulders are broad, nearly filling the frame of the doorway, and his presence is so palpable it makes your breath hitch.
“I… I saw you leave,” he finally says, his voice low and rough. “Thought I’d check if you needed help.”
You blink at him, confused. “It’s just water, Jungkook. I can manage.” He steps further into the room, closing the door halfway behind him. The quiet hum of the water filter fills the silence between you.
“I know…” he admits, his gaze never leaving yours. “But… I just… I had to see you.”
There’s something in his tone... hesitation, maybe desperation, or even vulnerability that catches you off guard. You clutch the water bottle tighter, unsure of what to say. The tension in the air feels almost unbearable, like a string stretched too thin between you, threatening to snap.
“Why?” you ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
He exhales sharply, running a hand through his dark hair, clearly struggling to find the right words. “I don’t know.” he admits, his lips pressed into a thin line. “I just… uhh... seeing you with him...”
“Sunjae?” you interject, your brows knitting in confusion. The name tumbles from your lips before you can stop it.
The effect is immediate. Jungkook takes a sudden step forward, his entire frame taut with an energy that feels almost dangerous. His eyes darken, their intensity cutting through you like a blade. “Don’t say his name.” he murmurs, his tone low, sharp, and commanding.
The air between you shifts. When did it get this heavy? You don’t even realize you’re retreating until your back meets the cold wall behind you.
A shiver runs down your spine, though you’re not sure if it’s the chill of the wall or the heat radiating from Jungkook’s advancing figure. The room feels smaller now, the walls closing in, leaving only him and the electricity thrumming between you.
He’s close... too close... and yet not close enough. But he inches forward, the words still hang in the air, and Jungkook hesitates, his frustration now palpable. He reaches out, his hands finding your waist, pulling you towards him. The water bottle slips from your hold, rolling away across the floor.
You’re not sure when the line between resistance and surrender blurred, but here you are, breath hitching as Jungkook’s grip tightens, pulling your body flush against his. The space between seems to vanish.
This moment, so surreal and unexpected, pulls you in. You don’t understand it, but who are you to question it? It feels like this is exactly what you've been craving for days... months... even years.
The warmth of him envelops you, igniting a fire in your chest that spreads to your fingertips. It’s overwhelming and terrifying, but it’s also exhilarating.
“Jungkook…” you whisper, breathless, feeling his body as he pulls you in even closer. His grip tightens, pulling your waist to his as he presses you against the wall, your bodies completely aligned now.
The room seems to shrink, too small, too warm with him so close. His eyes search yours, as if looking for something, and you meet his gaze. His hands, tentative but urgent, slightly slide under the hem of your top near your waist, his fingertips cold against your skin.
You part your lips, letting out a shaky breath, your body responding instinctively. He leans forward, his forehead resting against yours, both of you closing your eyes in the quiet intimacy. The world outside seems to pause, as if holding its breath, waiting for what might happen next.
Your knees weaken, and you grip the collar of his t-shirt, pulling him in closer. The distance between you is evaporating, but just as it feels like everything is about to shift, a loud bang of your store's front door opening from outside the storeroom causes both of you to snap apart, startled.
“Y/n!!!” Seokjin’s voice rings out, cutting through the silence. Him again? Really? you wonder, frustration mixing with embarrassment. This is the second time now.
“Fuck.” Jungkook curses, his hands instinctively covering his face, a flush of heat rushing through him as he tries to regain control of his rapidly escalating emotions.
Seokjin’s voice blares again, louder this time, and that’s when it hits you. He cannot see you like this, especially not with Jungkook.
“Fuck.” you curse under your breath, panic rising. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You scramble to move away from Jungkook, quickly grabbing the water bottle that had been abandoned on the floor.
Jungkook’s eyes widen in confusion, his head tilting slightly. Before he can ask, you hurriedly whisper. “He can’t know you’re in here!” Your voice is urgent, shaking slightly as you glance towards the storeroom door.
Realization dawns upon him like a light switch, and he nods. You're right, someone catching the two of you alone in a secluded space like this? Not good. He rakes his hand through his hair, already understanding how awkward this would look.
“Stay here until you hear us leave.” you plead, your voice barely audible but dripping with desperation. “Please don’t come out for at least five minutes. Promise me!”
Jungkook leans against the wall, arms crossed, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips despite your panic. “Five minutes?” he repeats, teasing lightly, but he nods all the same.
“Yes, five.” you insist, holding up your palm in a gesture for emphasis, fingers spread wide. You’re already backing towards the door, the water bottle clutched tightly in your hands. “Y/n-ah! Are you done yet?” Seokjin’s voice echoes again, impatient.
You close your eyes for a second, taking a deep, calming breath before yelling back. “Coming, Jin !! Just give me a sec !!”
Jungkook chuckles quietly at your flustered state, finding your panic oddly amusing. “You’re really worked up about this, huh?” he lowly murmurs, clearly entertained.
“Not the time.” you hiss, glaring at him before stealing a quick peek behind the door to check if Seokjin has entered the passage. Thankfully, it’s still clear. “Five whole minutes, got it?” you repeat, your tone stern, gesturing the number with your palm again for emphasis.
Jungkook leans casually against the shelf, his smirk growing. “Yes, boss.” he teases lightly, earning an exasperated roll of your eyes. Satisfied, you push the storeroom door open just enough to slip out. But as Jungkook watches you leave, his amusement is replaced by surprise when you suddenly pause.
Before he can process what’s happening, you turn on your heel and bolt back towards him, still clutching the water bottle in your hands. His eyes widen in confusion.
You don’t give yourself a second to overthink it. Standing on your tiptoes, you press a quick, feather like kiss on his cheek. Your lips linger for just a heartbeat before you pull away, the warmth of his skin burning against your own.
“I’ll see you out there.” you whisper, your voice soft and rushed, like a secret carried on the wind. And then you’re gone. The door creaks shut behind you, leaving Jungkook standing there, frozen in your storeroom. His hand slowly rises to touch his cheek where your kiss still lingers, his pulse racing.
An amused chuckle escapes him, low and disbelieving. He doesn’t move for a moment, still processing, before shaking his head with a small laugh.
Five minutes, huh? He’ll give you ten, if only to catch his breath.
//
Seokjin is here because, unbeknownst to you, you’d been gone far longer than you realized. As the two of you step out of the shop, his curious gaze falls on you. “What took you so long?” he asks, his tone casual but laced with mild concern.
Your mind races, briefly recollecting the moments that delayed you. Heat rises to your cheeks, but you quickly mask it, shrugging as you reply. “The water filter was acting up.”
Seokjin nods, accepting your explanation without question, and together, you make your way back to the bustle of the town square. The hum of laughter and chatter grows louder as you rejoin the crowd gathered near the gazebo.
Spotting Mrs. Kim, you walk over, handing her the filled water bottle with an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry for the delay.” you say earnestly. She waves you off with a warm smile, her kind demeanor easing the guilt that lingers in your chest. “It’s no trouble, dear... Thank you.” she sweetly says.
Minutes pass as you blend into the sea of familiar faces. Yet, your gaze is restless, scanning the space almost instinctively until it lands on him.
Jungkook.
He crosses the street with practiced ease, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans as he moves towards the gazebo where his friends sit. Though he tries to appear nonchalant, there’s a subtle weight to his stride, as though he’s aware of your eyes on him.
As he reaches his group and takes a seat, his dark eyes flicker across the crowd, until they lock with yours. And this time, the glance isn’t fleeting.
For the first time, the world doesn’t rush to pull you apart. His gaze holds yours, steady and unguarded, and you feel the edges of the universe blur. A shy smile tugs at his lips, one that mirrors your own, and in that moment, the air shifts.
It’s as though the tension that had wrapped so tightly around you both has unraveled, replaced by something gentler, warmer, a connection that hums like a quiet melody between your souls.
The world around you fades into a hazy backdrop. The night feels alive, not with chaos, but with a strange, unspoken understanding that flows between you and him like an electric current.
Soon enough, the barbecue flames dwindle, leaving behind glowing embers, and the volunteers begin to disperse, bidding each other goodnight. The air fills with the promise of something grand, a collective anticipation for tomorrow's fair.
The town settles under a blanket of stars, its streets shimmering with the preparations for the festivities to come. As your friends get ready to leave for the night, you glance towards the gazebo one last time, catching a glimpse of Jungkook as he laughs at something Yoongi says. He doesn’t look your way again, but that’s okay.
With a deep breath, you let the cool night air fill your lungs and start walking towards your shop, ready to lock up and head home. A quiet sense of peace settles within you, as if the evening had unfolded just as it was meant to... full of moments both subtle and meaningful.
<- part 7 // part 9 ->
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Hiii! To begin with I just wanna say that I love ur work and the way you write, it's literally the highlight of my day! <3 Can I request fluffy headcanons about the kawata twins? ( because we all know those two babies are super underrated and it's such a mood-killer to not be able to find any good fics about them ಥ‿ಥ ) Seriously, the amount of fics about them is SO limited that I'm desperate at this point :') Thank you in advance! ❤️
Fluffy Headcanons w/ Souya and Nahoya Kawata!
It's so true, these two are criminally underrated and they're such good characters and I love them with all my heart my god. Thank you so much <3 for the compliments and sorry that I'm doing this so late. I already did something similar with Angry, so his section might be a little shorter than Smiley!
Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)
Okay I know you want fluff but Smiley was ranked number 3 from Top Worst Boyfriends 😭😭😭
He was ranked number 2 from the Best Runners and that's bcs he's so good at running away from his problems
He is a little bitch and a menace to society
You want attention?
He wants to go the mall and pretend you don't exist
You want affection?
Well he wants to go to bed leave him alone :/
You want a cutesy petname?
Isn't babe good enough for you?
He has a whole lotta issues okay and he is not the best at giving you the attention that you deserve
He's also a little mean tbh
Just because you think your sweater is cute doesn't mean he does 🤨
He's also shitty with comforting you
He sees you crying and he just stares at you 😐
This sounds really bad so far but the thing about Smiley is that when he commits to someone he fucking commits
He knows that he's not the best (Angry loves reminding him that everyday) but he really fucking tries
Yeah he's jackshit at comforting you at first but when he realizes that you're obsessed he'll do his best to make you feel better
Homemade food to make you feel better, saying sweet words to you or just staying by your side so you know that he won't leave your side
He's your ride and die
He knows that he might be harsh too and balances with sweetness
He might not like sweater but ig you guys can go to the mall and you can get whatever you want or smth, you want a manicure sure whatever you want, of course you can get that shirt you look great in it whatever it's no big deal 🙄
He loves you okay he's not the best at expressing all the time but you're everything to him ❤️
Souya Kawata (Angry)
Boyfriend goals 😍
He's a worshipper okay, you're not just his partner you are his god
He will do anything for you
Hungry?
Five course homemade meal already made
Tired
Lay down, the bed's made, the pillow's cold and the blankets are fluffy
Are you stressed for your test?
All day study buddy right here, doesn't even care if he doesn't understand what you're studying, he's gonna do the best he can to support you
If you wear makeup I 100% believe Angry would be the type of person to help remove your makeup after a long day
He's also the type to ask a million questions while you're doing makeup it can be a bit irritating but it's coming from a sweet place
Loves stuffed animals and is willing to share the love
Gifts you stuffies all the time (his favourite is the conger eel, that's so cute I love him too much ❤️❤️❤️)
You two would have dates where you bring your favourite stuffies or where you chill on each other's bed with your stuffies 🤗🤗🤗
His brother makes fun of him for how whipped he is and while he's a little embarrassed, he is not ashamed of you
Why would he be embarrassed you're perfect, who wouldn't worship you 🥰
#smiley x reader#nahoya kawata x reader#nahoya kawata#nahoya fluff#smiley fluff#souya kawata x reader#angry x reader#souya kawata#souya fluff#kawata fluff#tokyo revengers fluff#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers imagines#tokyo revengers scenarios#tokyo revengers headcanons
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your life 5 years from now (timeless)
hi! today we will take a look at how your life looks like 5 years from now. this is a timeless reading so whenever this find you, you can read it. we have free will, i am just reading energies so take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. i would love to hear your feedbacks <3
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pick a pile
piles 1-2
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pile 1
In the next 5 years you will reap what you sow pile 1! I see amazing opportunities career wise. These opportunities will come to you because you are stepping out of your comfort zone and working hard for what you want. You will be stepping up your game and leading your life with proudness. You are action oriented for sure.
You may start doing the things you were afraid of before. Because you are in a more action-oriented mode, you will overcome those fears. At first you will do them while you are scared, but as time goes by you will overcome them.
I see such a confident person pile 1!
For a while you may have been on guard about love. This may have been because of a betrayal or not seeing a healthy relationship example (when you were a child etc.). I see that changing. A person will come who is going to change your outlook on love. They are very loving and giving. You may also do charity work with them. While you are action-oriented career wise, I see your lover coming to you.
I talked a lot about material gains. However you are stepping up your game also spiritual-wise. I said you will reap what you sow. You will and manifesting them will help you get them. Spirit is suggesting you to start manifesting if you don't already. You could do a vision board etc. Whatever feels right to you.
Your intuition will be heightened, like A LOT. Because the card to represent you is the MYSTIC. You will be one with the divine.
At the end of this 5 year period, you will have gone through a massive change. This will lead you to be more confident and be more accepting of yourself. I see you living an authentic life. This massive change will also have an impact on your spirituality.
I talked about you being action oriented, but I still see you preserving your feminine side. You will, thus, have a great balance of feminine-masculine energies, material-spiritual world etc.
Overall I see you quite content with your life, pile 1.
The area of life going through the most transformation: 6th house What energy you will be in: Taurus Your uranus placement will be guiding for you in the next 5 years.
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pile 2
This may be literal or metaphorical depending on your situation:
I see someone’s heart getting broken, or going through something hard. However instead of this wrecking them completely, they rise up stronger than ever. This person I am seeing, uses this experience to create a masterpiece of some sort. To let people know that they are not the only ones going through this. Let them help with their sorrow. And this creation makes the wheels turn: they become someone people look up to, they achieve great success.
The first thing I wanna say is: You will get what you deserve pile2.
You may have gone through something in the past or recently that affects you now. If not (please do not be scared) I see you going through something heavy emotionally. This thing depends from person to person. You are/will be victimizing yourself a lot. However when you come out of this energy, the real deal will begin. Like I said in the intro; this will inspire you to do something creative, it doesn't have to be related to art/music but for most of you it is. If it's not related to art/music, it may be becoming a psychologist etc.
From this point on you will have regained your trust in the universe and in yourself. You will start doing whatever this is. For some of you, this is a childhood dream. (This is a confirmation for you to go for it.) Just this heartbreak inspires you to take action on this dream. Whatever you do, your path/creations will help people in some way. And as a result you will gain great success. Jupiter will bless you with happiness and abundance. Because you will be taking responsibility for yourself and will surrender to the divine.
Spirit again and again tells me that you need to have faith in your dreams, they are coming true in the next 5 years as long as you take responsibility and trust the universe. You just need to be patient.
Believe in yourself pile 2, because me and the spirit really do.
The area of life going through the most transformation: 1st house What energy you will be in: Capricorn Your venus placement will be guiding for you in the next 5 years.
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pile 3
Your different aspects find life, pile 3. I see you as a multi talented/multi faceted person and all of your versions are blossoming 5 years from now. You are acknowledging your different versions as a person, and nourishing them throughout these 5 years and in the end these different aspects of you will shine brightly together, I see.
You are also tackling more than one job/hobby at once. Maybe you have a main job and a side job/passion project. Or just lots of hobbies. However you are working hard in general. But this is not just a “work to work” thing. You really do enjoy the things you do. I see you living an authentic life. You probably have lots of goals and are working hard to achieve them. By the end of 5 years you will have achieved great things however after these 5 years I see even BETTER blessings coming your way. It’s like you're at the verge of a BIG breakthrough.
I see you financially well off. However you do not stop. You still try to find ways to make more money and better yourself. I see you as an ambitious person.
If you haven't found it yet, you will find your “personal calling”. Or if you have that sort of thing, you will find other things that will light your soul up. Luck will be on your side throughout these 5 years.
I also see you doing shadow work and healing the deep wounds you have inside. (For some, especially regarding money. Maybe some of you struggle(d) from being envious of financially well off people. ) Whatever it is, you are healing.
You are so grateful for the life you are living. I see you quite content with your life. You are emotionally fulfilled. A lot will happen in these 5 years.
You will find a great balance of giving-receiving, moving-resting, planning-accepting etc. You will listen to your soul and body more as well as the universe.
The area of life going through the most transformation: 7th house What energy you will be in: Leo Your north node placement will be guiding for you in the next 5 years.
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pile 4
First of all, I see that you have achieved a great balance in your life. You may be lacking some balance regarding an aspect of your life. I see that resolving in the next five years. Also an issue regarding your personal life. That will resolve too, whether it is connected to your balance or not.
You will realize your real potential and take the reins. I suggest you to look up your south and north nodes because they will help you get to know yourself more. You will be showing up to the world as your authentic self. I am not meaning that every secret of your will be on display but you are not people pleasing etc. On the contrary you are keeping your secrets and are working in silence. Yes, this transformation will be shocking to most of the people because you won't be telling most of the people/anyone. For example you may want to start a dance class, you will go there in silence and when people see how well you dance after a while they will be shocked because you haven't told them.
You are not shying away from challenges, pile 4. I see you as a brave person. And I think that’s what makes this transformation bigger and more impactful.
Prior to transforming (or at the beginning), you will go on maybe a hermit mode? You will get all philosophical and better yourself regarding knowledge of any kind. I see you working hard.
You are also standing firm on your ground. When a situation arises, you defend yourself if you know that you're right. I also see this as defending your own life path. I am not saying everybody will be against you or supporting you but if someone talks negatively to you, this won't bother you. Because you are already proud of yourself. So you defend yourself firmly.
A love interest or (mostly) a soulmate will come into your life. You will probably not see this coming but they are coming with so much love and things to offer. For the ones in a committed relationship (and don't see themselves breaking up) this may be about not losing the love and compassion to each other and maybe even taking the next step. For example if you are in a relationship, your partner may propose to you or you can get engaged etc.
You overall will be so happy about the life you are living, pile 4.
The area of life going through the most transformation: 8th house What energy you will be in: Pisces Your sun placement will be guiding for you in the next 5 years.
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Subtle Admiration - Anthony Bridgerton
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Summary: When one admires the person they love, would they not also show the world?
Anthony Bridgerton was a man of impeccable standards and unwavering convictions, known throughout London for his sense of duty and commitment to his family.
As the head of the Bridgerton family, his actions were often scrutinized, and his decisions influenced the lives of his siblings.
Yet, despite his formidable exterior, he harbored a deep, unyielding love for his wife, you, a love that he was determined to showcase to his family.
It was a crisp spring morning, and the Bridgerton household was abuzz with activity.
their late father, Edmund Bridgerton upheldThe family had gathered for breakfast, a tradition upheld by their late father, Edmund Bridgerton.
Anthony, seated at the head of the table, observed his siblings with a mix of affection and amusement.
Each one was unique, yet they shared an unbreakable bond.
As Anthony sipped his coffee, his gaze drifted to you, seated beside him.
You were engaged in a lively conversation with Eloise, your laughter like a melodious tune that brightened the room.
Anthony's heart swelled with pride and adoration.
You had seamlessly woven yourself into the fabric of the family, your warmth and wit endearing you to each of his siblings.
"Anthony, you're staring," Daphne teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Do you have something to say?"
Anthony chuckled, setting his cup down. "As a matter of fact, I do." He stood, drawing the attention of everyone at the table.
"I've been thinking a great deal about family lately, about how fortunate I am to have all of you in my life. But there's someone here who has brought me an immeasurable amount of joy and fulfillment, someone who has made our family even more complete."
He reached for your hand, helping you to your feet. "Y/n, you have been a beacon of light in my life, and I want everyone to know just how much you mean to me."
You blushed, your eyes shimmering with love. "Anthony, you're too kind."
"No, my dear," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I am simply stating the truth. You have shown me what it means to truly love and to be loved. You've brought laughter and happiness into our home, and for that, I am eternally grateful."
Benedict, seated across the table, raised his glass. "To y/n, the heart of our family!"
"To y/n!" the family echoed, lifting their glasses in unison.
Anthony smiled, his heart brimming with contentment.
He had always known that his love for you was profound, but now, standing before his family, he realized that his affection for you was boundless.
He was determined to ensure that everyone saw the depth of his feelings, not just in words but in actions as well.
Later that day, Anthony took you for a stroll, a favorite pastime of yours.
The park was a riot of colors, the flowers in full bloom, and the air filled with the sweet scent of spring.
As you walked hand in hand, Anthony couldn't help but steal glances at you, marveling at your beauty and grace.
"You're unusually quiet today," you remarked, a playful smile on your lips. "What's on your mind?"
Anthony stopped, turning to face you. "You. Always you." He cupped your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours. "I want the world to see how much I adore you, how you've changed my life for the better. You deserve to be celebrated every day."
Your eyes softened, and you leaned into his touch. "Anthony, you do celebrate me, in so many ways. Your love is more than enough."
"But it's not enough for me," he insisted. "I want to do more, to show you off to the world, to our family. They need to see how deeply I cherish you."
You laughed softly. "You have a romantic soul, Anthony Bridgerton. Very well, if it makes you happy, I shall allow you to spoil me."
Anthony grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "It makes me very happy indeed."
True to his word, Anthony set about planning a series of events and gatherings where he could showcase his love for you.
He organized family picnics, soirées, and even a grand ball in your honor.
Each occasion was meticulously planned, with every detail reflecting his admiration for you.
At one such gathering, a garden party held at Aubrey Hall, the Bridgerton estate, Anthony outdid himself.
The gardens were transformed into a magical wonderland, with twinkling fairy lights and fragrant flowers adorning every corner.
Guests mingled and laughed, the air filled with the sounds of music and merriment.
As the sun began to set, Anthony took your hand and led you to the center of the garden, where a string quartet played a soft, romantic melody.
He held you close, swaying gently to the music.
"You've outdone yourself, Anthony," you whispered, your eyes shining with happiness. "This is beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you," he replied, his voice filled with love. "I wanted everyone to see what I see every day—the incredible woman who has stolen my heart."
You rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "I love you. More than words can say."
"And I love you," he murmured, kissing the top of your head. "More than anything in this world."
As you danced under the stars, surrounded by family and friends, Anthony knew that he had succeeded in his mission.
He had shown everyone just how much you meant to him, and in doing so, he had strengthened the bond of your family even further.
In the days that followed, Anthony continued to find ways to express his love for you, both grand and small.
He would surprise you with handwritten love letters, leave your favorite flowers by your bedside, and steal moments alone with you whenever he could.
Each gesture, no matter how simple, was a testament to his unwavering devotion.
The Bridgerton family, too, embraced you with open arms. They admired Anthony's dedication and the way he openly cherished you.
It brought a new sense of warmth and unity to the gatherings, a reminder of the power of love and the importance of expressing it.
One evening, as you sat by the fireplace in your home, you turned to Anthony with a thoughtful expression.
"Do you know what I love most about you?" you asked.
Anthony raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is that?"
"Your heart," you said softly. "Your ability to love so deeply and to show that love so openly. It's a rare and beautiful thing."
He smiled, his heart swelling with pride. "And do you know what I love most about you?"
"What's that?" you asked, your eyes twinkling with curiosity.
"Everything," he replied, leaning in to kiss you. "Absolutely everything."
As you sat together, wrapped in each other's arms, Anthony knew that he had found his true soulmate in you.
You were his anchor, his confidante, and the love of his life.
And he was determined to spend every day showing you just how much you meant to him, letting the world see the depth of his affection.
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what kind of seducer are you (18+)
this is me using my mornings to be productive and doing what I said I would do for you guys in the first place lol, these readings take me a long time and a lot of energy even if it doesn’t seem like it so I hope you enjoy these and find them entertaining <33
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I’m giving immediately everyone wants to see you everyone wants to be around you or people perceive you to be someone well known and well sought after and that within itself is the pinnacle of your allure. Everyone has to have you. You’re a wish fulfillment to many people I’m hearing it girl. I’m also getting debutant vibes like there’s this very timeless beauty that you manifest, or like Bridgerton vibes, you’re the diamond of the season, everybody sees you, everyone wants to look at you, everyone wants to know what you’ll do next.
I’m hearing people also see you as someone who can protect and love very well and it makes them feel very greedy about you. Your energy is enlightened, you heal, you love. And when you have energy like that people can be very attracted to it and desire to have it all for themselves. To overconsume. Like I hear people saying that your energy, the type of person you are is very scarce and they’d like to have a taste, they’d like to have you for themselves.
I’m also getting people may think you’re very good in bed or they fantasize about you and what you can do I’m hearing you’re very beautiful. You’re a perfect embodiment of what desire and love is. You could be a virgin or be very protective over your sexual energy and who you give yourself over to and that curiosity and desire to dive into you is what really attracts some people to you. You make people very thirsty. You’re a reservoir of water in the desert.
Im hearing you’re the one thing people make sure to ask their God for. You may bring people a lot of peace and solace and people see you to be a nurturing person or someone they want to rest with or be around in their time of hardship in need. Like when we had nightmares as a child and we went to lie with someone we knew would keep us safe or would support us or listen to us even if what we were afraid of felt silly or unreal.
People sense that your accolades are within. Like you don’t have to prove yourself or display your talents or achievements publicly or through things that are physical and tangible because people know and you know that you are a good person and have many talents and wonderful attributes and abilities. People also believe that you’re very wise and smart as well. And I’m hearing that you may even take the sexual charge out of people not in a bad way because you’re very desired but you take out the ache and the craving of being sexually driven to fill a void because people see you as fulfilling enough or a lot already without having to sleep with you or use your body for healing.
You make people feel as though they can have all the things they fear they cannot or don’t deserve.
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There’s something about your emotional receptivity or your emotional energy that brings people to you. You could be a masculine energy or a man because I got the king of cups. People feel that you care very deeply about a great deal of things even to the point of it troubling you. They feel you have a lot of heart and that you would be ideal for marriage or long-term commitment because they know you’d love them with everything you’ve got and for a long time.
People may feel as though you can heal them or open up their hearts to be saved because you understand them or you may relate to their sorrows and worries. I hear “They’re filled to the brim with love.” You may attract people who’ve come from broken homes or come from places where they weren’t very loved or valued and people feel as though you can shower them in love and affection and fill a hole in their heart. People may leech off of you at times or drain your energy because they see the things they did not receive at crucial moments in their life in excess in you.
I’m hearing people saying that your love is like love. Your s*x, your affection, and your touch is what love is supposed to feel like. You may be very gentle but rough at the same time, very strong, and give off very protective and patient energy. I'm hearing that people fall for you very fast and very hard. You're almost addictive and it takes them long bouts of time to feel their really free of the effect you have on them. People feel you even in your absence when you're not around to have and to hold. You're a lot to miss. You're a lot to love and be loved by. There's so much excess.
You could give off very paternal energy. The girls with daddy issues love you, the boys with daddy issues find themselves wanting to crawl into your lap too. You could be very dominant as well. Stubborn, strong-willed, and unwavering. People find very high expectations for what it means and what it feels like to be loved by you. I’m hearing “I wouldn’t wanna be any place else.” People want to stay with you. You could be very prone to be caught in long-term relationships even if you don’t intend to stay for very long because people hold onto you so tightly.
You almost make people want to be willing to share cause they know other people want your time and attention and love to and they’re not ready to ever let you go on to someone else. The people are also saying that you’re very action-oriented and very driven and that makes them want to follow you wherever you go.
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People could see you as very relaxed as well as very intellectually aware. They see you as very level-headed and smart. You’re someone people see as destined for success or someone who can’t help but be on top or come into a lot of good fortune within their lives because you’re just naturally very strong-minded and steady.
People may also see you as someone who isn’t afraid to take risks and is very brave in life. They see you as someone who is consciously aware of their inner calling in life and is intentional about the things they do and know exactly where they are going and that level of stability and knowing attracts people to you. It’s as if they’re saying if this person is stable and knows what they want out of life surely I can learn something and even if I don’t this is the person I want to spend time with.
Im hearing please don’t stop the music by Rihanna as well. People see you as a fun time or a night they never want to end when they spend time with you. People may also think you’re very good to sleep with as well like after a night with you their world is rocked and they want to stay right where they are. People see themselves enveloped by a little bubble while there with you. Nothing else matters. Nothing else is important. This energy really reminds me of Bed Peace by Jhene Aiko and Childish Gambino.
People feel as though you have a thirst for life, like you’re challenging the status quo, like if the world were to shift or change or if everyone woke up one morning and decided they were gonna do what they wanted to do, not go to work, not go to school, eat whatever they wanted, kiss the person they loved or be in any way spontaneous it would be because of you. I’m hearing “you’re a firecracker.”
People are attracted to you, seduced by you, because of the freedom you offer them. You radiate self-love and expression and they desire to be in that energy themselves. You’re like art. Like the countryside or loud jazz music that’s being overheard from the window on a long summer night.
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hi! Would you be kind enough to do the sfw alphabet for chuuya. I'd be interested to get your take on his character
Of course! Thank you for the request, I had a lot of fun doing this. Found many things I hadn’t thought about yet with Chuuya, I might need to do one for everyone. ♡
ᴵ’ᵐ ˢˡᶦᵍʰᵗˡʸ ⁿᵉʳᵛᵒᵘˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰʳᵒʷ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ ᵛᵒᶦᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵍᵒ
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𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇/𝓈: Chuuya Nakahara
𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉: SFW
𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: None!
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SFW Alphabet - Chuuya Nakahara ⫘⫘⫘
𝒜 = 𝒜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 (𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝒻𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎? 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝒻𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃?)
I think Chuuya is a pretty affectionate partner in private, he’s not one to hide his emotions if he doesn’t have to, so why should he? At least when he’s in public, he’s slightly more on the reserved end of things. A soft touch to the small of your back is more than enough for him, or taking your hand in his to keep you close. When he’s working however, don’t expect anything from him, he has a job to do after all, and part of that is keeping his partner at a safe distance.
𝐵 = 𝐵𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 (𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹? 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉?)
It would certainly be an interesting friendship. Filled with late night texts, ranting about how someone fucked up at work, without giving too much away. He’s hard to catch in person, but when you did meet up to catch up, it would be impromptu, between meetings.
It takes a while for Chuuya to open up and trust people, so it would take a while to get to that point. In the beginning, you probably struck up conversation when you met at a bar. His colleagues were all too willing to allow you to deal with the drunken mess of a man, who was incessant on calling Dazai to tell him off. For what, you didn’t know.
𝒞 = 𝒞𝓊𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈 (𝒟𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓊𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒? 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒸𝓊��𝒹𝓁𝑒?)
Chuuya is a great person to cuddle with; if he’s asleep. This man has so much pent up energy from his daily life, he can’t sit still until he passes out.
𝒟 = 𝒟𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 (𝒟𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃? 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔?)
In a few years he might settle down with the right person, but it depends. He is loyal to the Port Mafia to a fault. So don’t expect him to give up his job. He’s decent at cooking, but terrible at cleaning. The first time you asked him to help you clean the windows one of them ended up smashed when Dazai called him.
𝐸 = 𝐸𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 (𝐼𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝓊𝓅 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓇, 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝑜 𝒾𝓉?)
100% in person and privately. There is no way this man would be caught dead breaking up with someone over text. After all, he loved them at some point, they deserve respect at the very least.
𝐹 = 𝐹𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒(𝑒) (𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉? 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹?)
He doesn’t really like the fancy titles of it all, but if you want him to put a ring on it, he definitely will. He’s not one for casual dating, his life doesn’t really allow for that long term and it brings a lot of risk with his occupation. So long as his partner is understanding, and just as loyal as he is, he’s happy either way.
𝒢 = 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 (𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎, 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝓅𝒽𝓎𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎?)
Chuuya is physically very gentle. He’s aware that with his ability, he can cause a lot of damage, lord forbid he do that to you. Emotionally, he’s somewhere in between. He’s a passionate man and a smooth talker, he won’t hide that, but he’s surprisingly good at managing his emotions. When he’s tired, you get glimpses of his most gentle words, expressions of affection you mightn’t hear otherwise. When he’s fired up however, every so often he will boil over and express his anger.
𝐻 = 𝐻𝓊𝑔𝓈 (𝒟𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝑔𝓈? 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝑜 𝒾𝓉? 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒽𝓊𝑔𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒?)
Please hug this man. He hugs softly, but firm, like he’s trying to wrap you up and away from the rest of the world. He finds it relaxing when he comes home, his head resting in the crook of your neck, a few moments where nothing is expected of him.
𝐼 = 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 (𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒻𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐿-𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹?)
If this man is anything, he’s stubborn. His childhood lacked loved once he was taken, he had to learn how to use the word again. He hesitates to say it, fearing the weight of the word, but also your reaction. He wants to be sure.
𝒥 = 𝒥𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓎 (𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒿𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝑔𝑒𝓉? 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎’𝓇𝑒 𝒿𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈?)
Chuuya is a confident man, and his faith in you is immeasurable. That being said, the bartender who touched your hand as he passed your drink over, well he was another matter. He doesn’t get jealous at flirting, more often than not it’s those who touch you. It’s an intimate thing for him, so you’d best believe he will be moving over, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he guides you away.
𝒦 = 𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈 (𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒? 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊? 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹?)
He loves to kiss your knuckles, brush his lips against your cheek, and he does enjoy a nose kiss where your nose brush against each others. For him, he loves when your lips brush his jaw, or when you press a kiss into his scar on his wrist. It’s something that people barely notice about him, but the fact that you pay so much attention to what makes him who he is, it makes it that much more special.
𝐿 = 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈 (𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃?)
Chuuya is great with kids, much to his own surprise. One time a small child ran up to him, clinging to his leg with a broken smile, and he just about melted. He crouched down and took his hat off, asking what chaos he was making, until his parents came rushing over to profusely apologise for the muddy hand prints on his black slacks. He didn’t mind though, messy kids are happy kids.
𝑀 = 𝑀𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 (𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂?)
Sleeping. This man is sleep deprived, to put it bluntly. He comes home late, if he can at all, the Port Mafia does rule the night in Yokohama after all. He’s normally coming home at 3am, so by the time 7am rolls around, he’s still out to it.
𝒩 = 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 (𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂?)
The nights that he does get to spend away from work, he wants you to be the centre of his world. A quiet night in, cooking with you before watching a movie on the couch, or a night out drinking or at a fancy restaurant to spoil you, he doesn’t mind. A good mix of both would be ideal for him, letting him recover from his exhausting work, as well as making new memories with you. So long as you’re there, he’s more than content.
𝒪 = 𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃 (𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈? 𝒟𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓁𝓎?)
It takes this man a long time to open up, and somethings he may never tell you at all, they’re just too difficult to think about. After a few months, he’ll let small things slip, but it isn’t until about 6 months in that the floodgates burst. Suddenly you’re finding out everything about this man at once. Did you know he writes poetry in his spare time? Or how he’s too nervous to ever choose a tattoo, no matter how cool he thinks they look.
𝒫 = 𝒫𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 (𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎?)
Depends. With how hectic his work is, the minor inconveniences build up, and suddenly he’s six glasses in ranting about Akutagawa’s recklessness to Kōyo. With you, he’s easily frustrated, but makes a point to never be easily angered with you.
𝒬 = 𝒬𝓊𝒾𝓏𝓏𝑒𝓈 (𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊? 𝒟𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝑜𝓇 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔?)
He makes it a point to remember as much as he can about people who are important to him. His phone is full of birthday alerts, three days early so he never misses one. Gifts are pre-planned throughout the year whenever he has time, and you best believe he will have your favourite type of cake in the fridge for your birthday, even if he was called into work that morning. He tries his best to remember as much as he can, and he does pretty damn good.
𝑅 = 𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 (𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅?)
The first night you spent the night at his apartment. It wasn’t the happiest moment, or the funniest, but it cemented in his mind that he wanted to spend as much time with you as he could. He half (totally) expected you to be gone in the morning for work after dragging him home drunk, yet when he woke up, there you were. Painkillers and water sat on his side table, you stood in his kitchen, greeting him with a smile and a quip about how sure you were he gave himself alcohol poisoning the night before. It gave him a level of trust he hadn’t experienced before, not like this.
𝒮 = 𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 (𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎? 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊? 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹?)
He is incredibly protective. He knows he has enemies, and you certainly do too. He will shield you from the outside world as much as he can, but after a while, the cat will be out of the bag. In the beginning he was with you everywhere, until he realised he was likely just drawing attention to you more. Instead, he will settle for one of his subordinates accompanying you if tensions are high.
If you tried to protect him, he would be torn. He’s more than strong enough to protect himself, everyone knows that, but it isn’t often someone would willingly step into the line of fire for him. In the end, he wouldn’t want you too, much preferring he be in the fire line than you.
𝒯 = 𝒯𝓇𝓎 (𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝑒𝒻𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈, 𝑔𝒾𝒻𝓉𝓈, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓀𝓈?)
Dates, gifts, anniversaries, and birthdays are when he shines. He doesn’t get much time to put his effort into everyday tasks, but you give him a set date and he is putting his all into it. Weeks in advance he is booking restaurants, buying gifts, and getting time off work.
𝒰 = 𝒰𝑔𝓁𝓎 (𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇𝓈?)
Beyond going to bed at 4am, and smoking, this man bites his pen when he’s stressed and thinking. He never realises that he does it, until someone asks to borrow a pen, and there’s teeth marks all over the end of it. Paperwork never was his favourite pastime. At least he’ll buy a new pen when he sees the marks.
𝒱 = 𝒱𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 (𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈?)
Chuuya is handsome, and he knows it. He is pretty meticulous about his appearance. He takes pride in dressing well, and in dressing as he views a Port Mafia executive should. He makes sure he looks classy, but anything he wears, he needs to be able to fight in.
𝒲 = 𝒲𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒 (𝒲𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊?)
Chuuya has struggled with his humanity the majority of his life. He would certainly miss you, however he knows by now that he is perfectly fine in of himself. He doesn’t need a partner to complete him.
𝒳 = 𝒳𝓉𝓇𝒶 (𝒜 𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂.)
Do not let this man near an animal shelter. He will absolutely spend all day with the dogs, loving on them, critiquing their names (Patch is such a basic name, Chūya insists the pup would far prefer being called Merlot).
𝒴 = 𝒴𝓊𝒸𝓀 (𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒, 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓇?)
Poor hygiene, strong no. He also hates strong perfumes/colognes, it gives him a migraine. Manipulative behaviour from a friend or a partner is immediately a no. Someone who is very loyal, and see’s the inherent value of human lives is important, even if they might not hesitate to take them nonetheless.
𝒵 = 𝒵𝓏𝓏 (𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒽𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇𝓈?)
He sleeps like a starfish, and snores in your ear. It feels like no matter which way you turn, he’s right there, snoring right in your ear. Unless you’ve got him locked into a cuddle, I hope for your sake that you’re a heavy sleeper.
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