#Yeah he see your dreams and feasts on your screams
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Listen, I’m not saying Encanto changed my brain chemistry, but I’m saying Encanto changed my brain chemistry. I finally watched it on New Years Day and I haven’t been the same since.
#Encanto#Family Madrigal has been stuck in my head for the last week#7 foot frame rats along his back#when he calls your name it all fades to black#Yeah he see your dreams and feasts on your screams#We don’t talk about Bruno no no no#We don’t talk about Bruno!
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Watching Mhok watch Day interact with his family thinking about how Mhok has no living family of his own and about how Bruno lived in the walls for all those years
#seven foot frame rats along his back when he calls your name it all fades to black yeah he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams#last twilight#last twilight the series#encanto#this is my brain
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1) We’re having a movie night, just like we’ve always done. Your thigh is touching mine, and my thoughts won’t stop wandering.
this screams eddie omg
best friend!eddie munson x fem!reader + we’re having a movie night, just like we’ve always done. your thigh is touching mine, and my thoughts won’t stop wandering.
warnings: a bit of perv!eddie. a tiny bit. mentions of oral sex (fem receiving) and fingering. i kind of went a little off the prompt? oopsies?
Eddie can't pay attention.
He should be. Dustin is going to quiz him about this movie’s entire plot, ask him who his favorite characters were, what he thought of the lore. The boy, a senior now, much to his disbelief, had begged him to go see it after watching it himself.
It's not like he's hard to convince. A noble dwarf sent on a quest to save an innocent child from an evil sorceress. His bread and butter. Extra buttery popcorn, chocolate, you. Right beside him, wearing his jacket, feet tucked under yourself as you lean sideways over him, bare knees touching his denim covered thighs.
You're barely touching, but he can't help but let his eyes travel to your thighs, stretching the skirt you are wearing. The hand he keeps diligently on the arm rest flexes, the other grips his drink harder.
This attraction isn't new — it has been here since you started tutoring him on English at the start of his last senior year, and it remained, ever blossoming, every time you were around him — but his wandering thoughts recently grew a mind of their own.
The film’s dialogue and epic soundtrack are only background to his own private fantasy. Eddie can barely touch the popcorn, barely listen to your commentary, as he thinks of what he'd do if you let him do what he couldn't stop thinking about.
Would you let him touch you? Slide a hand over your thigh, feel your skin under his palm. Would it be as soft as he imagined? Softer, maybe. He thinks about what you would do if you let him squeeze you as he wanted, part your thighs with his rough hands, spread you open.
You're sitting in the back, no one would catch you. Would you be quiet as he kneeled at your feet? Would you be quiet if he asked? He'd ask nicely. You'd be good, he knew you would.
Would you bite your lip, taste your own lip gloss the way he dreamed of tasting, as he pulled your panties past your hips, and down your legs? What color would they be? Red, black, white? Cotton or lace? He wanted to taste them. He could practically smell you.
Would you keep quiet as he feasted on you, made out with your pussy like he wanted to? How would you sound keeping those sweet moans back, biting your hand, pouting those lips at him? Would you whimper, would you pull his hair? God, he wanted you to.
He wanted to suck on your clit until your pretty eyes rolled back in your head. Fuck you with his tongue until you cream on his mouth, and squeezed his head between your thighs. Would you let him fuck you with fingers after? Would you feel as tight, as warm, as he dreamed? He knew you would.
“Eds?”
A snap of your fingers brings him back to reality. You're still in the same position, he's still staring straight forward, eyes glazed, mind far. His head snaps to the side, meeting your gaze. “Hey. Yeah?”
“Are you listening to me? Where were you, man?”
You're whispering, a smile on your face. Your face is closer, and his eyes wander yet again, this time to your lips. He's still not paying attention — his Levi’s feel tighter, his heart is racing. His mind must be playing a trick on him, because your eyes are also wandering, to his lips and back up.
“I'm here.” His voice falters.
“You sure?” You don't move. Your perfume makes him dizzy, but he doesn't move either.
“I'm all ears, sweetheart.”
You chuckle, “Forget about it.”
It feels like a test. It must be, because you're resting your head against his shoulder, and going quiet again. Something different hangs in the air.
He's still gripping his arm seat. He's still not paying attention.
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i dont know if you take smut requests for the celebration but if you do, can i request one with joel with a heavy breeding kink and dumbification? tysm!
i... chose the proper time to write this. it's a goodnight and i hope you like it from me. xoxo
— main masterlist | fireplace celebration | 🏷️: established relationship, explicit depictions of sex, minors DNI, possessive!Joel, breeding kink, dumbification, overstimulation, soft & rough sex, creampie. once again... filth? [WC: 1.2k]
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ˗ˏˋ꒰ start carvin', darlin'꒱
When it started, it was far from this... filthy thing. It was sweet, and gentler, and calmer.
It began with soft gestures and caresses, but it slowly evolved into more, and to be frank, sometimes it still is what it was. Joel never quite changed with you as much as evolved. He opened up, showed you different depths of him, and made you realize that carving up something real was still possible, but it took effort.
At first, it's beautiful enough to resemble something heavenly.
Ethereal.
Then, you spread your desire on the table like a feast, and Joel changes how much he puts out—Joel started lying down all the cards, all the ways in which he could pull you apart before he put you back together.
It should make you feel ashamed, but it only made you smile.
Joel was so good, and so fucking earnest in his desires. It made you drunk to be looked by him, and it made you high how much he liked this. As much as you.
When he first started, Joel was nothing but a gentleman. He opened you up with his tongue first, always. Then, he gave you his fingers, one by one, until you were a squirming mess. He always took his time. Always whispered and chuckled—dirty, condescending.
It was hotter than you'd like to admit.
Then, Joel started seeing how unabashed you were getting.
His words started to follow the motion.
"Look at you, darlin'. I mean it—look in the mirror. Look at fuckin' good you look right now takin' my fingers. God... what a fuckin' sight. This is what you like, isn't it? Hearin' how much you get me hard and desperate for ya? How much I dream about spending hours inside of ya? Just feeling you hot and tight around me—you're so fuckin' tight, darlin'. Jesus, look at it. That's it. Scream my name all you want. You like when I talk to ya. Get so stupid every time."
He was right about that.
It was just too much. Never fucking enough.
You wanted Joel as much as he wanted you, you like dto believe. Sometimes, you wondered—it felt too big for something this huge to exist inside the same room as you, but then, you caught him looking at you before you looked at him, and it caught up to you. How much he stared, too.
How much he liked to be close.
It did you in, the way Joel enjoyed your proximity.
He explained why he felt so comfortable with you, once. It’d been snowing outside, and you only remembered that because you were lost in how a few snowflakes were falling right on his face as he spoke. They mingled with the foxy shiny bits in his hair and beard, and you were no longer cold. You had his jacket, his body heat pressed next to yours, his voice rich and grounding in your ear.
That’s what got you that wrecked.
He was in this for more than just a release, and even if now sometimes it could be about that, it was more often for that not to be the case.
Joel liked his hands on you. He was vocal about it. “You keep lookin’ at me like that and we’re not gonna finish this,” you heard plenty of times.
It took you very little time before you were opening up to him unashamed. Not too long before you were actively pulling you towards the room, or hooking a finger through the hoops of his pants. Joel laughed as he let himself be taken, sometimes even going as far as pretending to protest.
“I’m startin’ to think you like interruptin’ me when I’m workin’ and that’s all.”
“No. I just like seeing that concentrated look on your face.”
“Yeah? Is it familiar to you?”
“How did you know?! That’s exactly it. That—this little pinch here in your brows.”
“You just like playin’ with danger, don’t you. C’mere.”
He knew you did. He just never knew how much you’d been craving and waiting for this, too, and when you started to ask for more, to give yourself more, Joel took it all, sometimes wide eyed, sometimes whimpering just like you.
For him, his darker side came out when you lost the ability for coherent sentence. When words left your mouth, that’s when Joel started to smile. To laugh. To talk at you — something he made sure to ask beforehand, with his cheeks on fire and he southern accent making everything stupidly sexy for some goddamn reason — but talk down.
It felt liberating, to be at his mercy like that.
He cooed at your inability to speak, and spun you around like a doll at his mercy. Melted at the will of his hands and arms. “Turn around for me. Just like that—m’pretty lil’ fuck doll. You’re doing—so good. So damn good. Fuck… those lil’ whines means—feels good for you, too? Can’t even answer—me. Fuck.”
Whenever those memories crept upon you, a shiver ran from the base of your neck all the way down your spine.
Everytime he glued his front to your back and got himself positioned just right, you liked to pull Joel to lay almost all the way on top of you. His weight, his thickness inside you—sometimes utters of lost words came out of you, prayers of his name, incomplete pleas for more, or drowned on, delirious mumbles of how thick he was. Deep. S’thick. Like that. Please. Joel. Joel. So good.
Joel liked taking his time on you, and seeing how long he could drag out his own release.
He was a sadist, a masochist, and, in return, he made you suffer the consequences of being dragged to the edge, only to be pulled back once, twice, three times.
Joel shushed you, kissing all over your face when your frustrated cries ended up with you scratching along his back.
“‘s okay, darlin’. I’ll give it to you. Give it—a sec. Like this… open up for me. That’s it.” Joel liked kissing you when he was buried all the way in, kissing with his tongue and teeth nipping at your sensitive lips. He kissed until you were feeling dizzy and full. “Takin’ me all the way. Are you gonna let me… fill you up?”
“Joel.”
“Joel, Joel. Fuckin’ — love my name. On your mouth. Say it again.”
It was in more than just your mouth. You cried it for him. “Joel.”
“Hold onto me.” Joel hooked his arms underneath your knees and pulled your legs higher up around his middle, starting to slow down his pace. To slam harder into you. Not brutal—with the right hips. The right drag. You were crying with overstimulation, but he stills drags one of his hands between your bodies and presses the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit, making you scream. “Yeah. Gonna feel me twitchin’ inside of you. You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Dumb lil’ doll always — cums. When I fuck you like this. Right? Cum for me, darlin’.”
He made you see white, a tunneled and sharp vision, and you did feel twitching inside of you. The warmth of him not only around, but in you.
“‘m not done with you.”
Joel, your mind whispered. He chuckled in your neck, as if he somehow heard it.
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zb1 as boyfriends 💋
a/n: thought i'd do one for jebe too 😋 YURA YURA BABY BABY also this is very rushed....
not proofread !
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• jiwoong
boyfriend jiwoong is so " yes love? honey. sweetheart. princess " he's so perfect wtf
this man would be randomly talking and say " i would die for you " and mean that shit from the bottom of his heart
i feel like he's very manly and mature but he can not drink an ounce of alcohol or he's wasted. but when he's drunk he's genuinely the cutest thing ever. will cling onto you and giggle like a little kid but you can't even be mad at him because you love him sm
SUCH a gentleman. i don't even need to elaborate on this.
he's so husband material like i would drop my whole life for him to put a ring on my finger
loves loves loves to spoil you on holidays
" i bought you a present! "
" it's the 4th of july jiwoong... and you're korean. "
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• hanbin
please do not even get me started with this man.
boyfriend!hanbin will literally revolve his whole world around you. if you think he adores that hamster plushie... take that times 1000 and that's his adoration for you
if he could take you on his tours he would. it literally tears him apart that he can't see you for that long of a period of time.
whenever he can't see you starts to literally hear your voice. he'll call you to get a flight to wherever he's at because he thinks he's delusional and needs to see you before he goes insane
will be your number one supporter at award shows, but when the camera pans to him he acts like he wasn't just screaming your fanchant
will do all of your chores for you even if you don't ask him to
" what're you doing? "
" sweeping "
" hanbin did you not just see me sweep the whole house? "
" well yeah but like- "
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• zhanghao
boyfriend!zhanghao is so RGRBRBRHRHRGRGRH
if anyone of your fans goes to a " your biggest fan " contest, they're all losing because zhanghao is winning immediately
honestly was your biggest fan before you two started dating. he made the biggest foul out of himself when he saw you
like the guy started stuttering, turning red, and sweating profusely. you thought it was cute so you just started teasing him more
he's still a little intimidated by you, but he doesn't stutter, turn red, or sweat profusely. ( unless you start making out, cus then he basically has a stroke )
zhanghao is definitely the second best kisser. idk why it's just something about him.... like his lips also just look so soft ( does it show that i dream about him all the time? )
the amount of stuff he knew about you before you started dating is basically stalker level but it's okay cus you're obsessed too.
you two are the most judgmental people i've ever seen oml. like someone will pass by and you'll look at eachother and give them the most vile look ever made. like if i slipped up in front of you two id probably cry
" ew wtf look it's her "
" omg wasn't she the friend that dumped that one guy for no reason "
" yup "
" gross "
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• matthew
boyfriend!matthew is so cute he makes me want to do a backflip into a pool of lava ( nichole wtf )
but anyways he's actually so perfect and sweet and perfect and also sweet with some perfect mixed in
wants to be in your arms 24/7, it literally kills him when he has to leave every morning for work. like he genuinely starts tweaking out
every time he goes to canada to visit his family, he takes you too because his mom and sister ADORE you sm. like whenever you're over his mom cooks a whole feast and will talk your ear off, but it's okay cus you love her
will be texting you with the stupidest smile on his face, it makes the members wanna gag. but he dosent notice cus he's to busy typing words to describe how much he misses you
the boys WILL NOT under any circumstances get too close to you or matthew will talk their ears off
" did you just touch her? "
" i passed her the remote?! "
" you know what gunwook i'm so sick and tired of- "
and then he rants for two hours.
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• taerae
boyfriend!taerae is soooo bestie boo, like he is literally your hype man
i also think that taerae is basically a mindreader... like you could be craving something and two seconds later there's taerae at the door with whatever it is you wanted. or if you wanted to call him, he'd call you right before you even turn on your phone to call him
quite literally spams your company's emails to let you do a dance challenge tiktok together. and when i say spam, i mean this man genuinely sent them 5000 slideshows as to why you should do the challenge together
absolutely can not go two sentences without bringing you up. the members could literally be talking about plants and he would make it have to do something with you
sometimes he'll wake up and wonder how in the world he pulled you. like he genuinely thinks he is the chosen one because he thinks your so 😍
he loves when you compliment his singing sm. he literally wants to cry every time you tell him how beautiful his voice is, because he only needs your validation, not anyone else's
he's so obsessed with your scent. like he buys your perfume in bulk, and sprays it on his sheets and pillows
" just bought a hundred bottles of your perfume. "
" yeah and now they're all sold out rae "
" that sucks cus im not sharing. "
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• ricky
boyfriend!ricky is claimed by me. no like i genuinely have him moved into my house and everything
he's the #1 kisser. like his make out game is STRONG omfg. he's literally just a natural wtf. like he doesn't even have a lot of experience, he's just so good at kissing it's wild
this man would probably try to buy you the world if you said you wanted it. but the thing about quanrui is that you could ask him for boba or something, and he'd buy you the whole franchise
whenever you're apart, he'll call you when you're about to go to sleep, and he won't even turn off the lights until he hears your soft snores
unpopular opinion—i believe that ricky is honestly really shy when it comes to you. like if you tell him that you love him, he'll get shy and clingy and while hide in the crook of your neck
his favorite thing in the world is when your laying in between his legs with your head on his chest. he'll play with your hair until you fall asleep
that's another thing about ricky; he feels guilty when he falls asleep first, because he hates the fact that you're lying awake basically alone
he's so delusional, he literally will lie in bed and plan out your wedding
" oh and your ring is gonna be soooo pretty baby "
" oh yeah? "
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• gyuvin
boyfriend!gyuvin oh god.... yes those are tears you see in my eyes 😰
gyuvin likes to mess around and tease his members, but when it comes to you he's the sweetest, softest thing you've ever met
he gets sososo shy when you compliment his on his appearance at all. no like he genuinely covers his face and gets all smiley
the members always make fun of him because whenever you're around, he turns into this giant clingy simp
he honestly is really good about communication. like he absolutely will not let you go to sleep angry
do not break up with him. if you break up with him i'm pretty sure he'd go genuinely insane. he'd also be one of those stalker exes.....
you haven't seen clingly until you've met kim gyuvin. he literally wants to be physically attached to you at all times
" no come back! "
" gyu we've been cuddling for like six hours straight?!"
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• gunwook
oh how i love boyfriend!gunwook....
gunwook is lowkey SUCH a gentleman. like if you two were on a date outside and it was sunny, he'd put a hand over your head to keep your eyes from hurting. or if your shoes were untied, he'd tie them without even thinking.
has you as his lockscreen and smiles every time he checks the time, or opens his phone ( it's a picture of you sleeping )
he buys you soooo many stuffed animals, but they're all teddy bears, and they're all named gunwook #1-#203. yeah... he really loves buying you plushies..
loves going to the arcade with you, cus he think you're so adorable when you're competitive/focused
you genuinely make him soooo happy and he smiles every time he looks at you. he could literally be having the worst day he's ever had, but the minute you walk in he has the biggest smile on his face
please compliment him or he'll cry. like your validation is a top priority, just like taerae. so if he's been working on his choreo extra and you notice, he's literally skipping around like a child
he definitely falls for your traps all the time
" do you think i look good today?? "
" yes of course baby "
" good not great? do you not even love me any more?! "
" WHAT?! "
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• yujin
boyfriend!yujin is soooo confusing.
i say this because you minute he's bullying you, and the next he's cuddled up with you on the couch watching a movie
i think that he loves and adores you so much it confuses him sometimes since you two a young, and he dosent know what to do with himself
he's not the best at expressing his feeling and you have to understand that. he sometimes feels really bad when he treats you cold, but he doesn't want to admit it
but when he's in a good mood, he treats you so well. like he honestly treats you like you're royal
he sometimes has to ask his hyungs for advice because he doesn't know how to be a boyfriend. but he really tries that's all that matters
but yet again, when he's in a good mood he's clingy and smiley and won't let you out of his grasp for more than two minutes
" where are you going? :( "
" yujin i have to go pee "
" do you REALLY have to pee? "
" uhm.... yes "
" are you sure? "
" yujin- "
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We Don't Talk About Bruno, But It's The Delphic Family
The Discord made me do it. :3
This, predictably, is LONG. I don't often change lyrics/make up lyrics so it may be clunky in spots but. yeah :3
Song Link Here! if you'd like to listen along :3
Asteria:
We don't talk about Koios, no, no, no!
We don't talk about Koios... but
It was my wedding day
Perses:
It was our wedding day!
Asteria:
We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky
Perses:
No clouds allowed in the sky
Asteria:
Koios walks in with a mischievous grin-
Perses:
Thunder!
Asteria:
You telling this story, or am I?
Perses:
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Asteria:
Koios says, "It looks like rain"
Perses:
Why did he tell us?
Asteria:
In doing so, he floods my brain
Perses:
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Asteria:
Married in a hurricane!
Perses:
What a joyous day... but anyway
Both:
We don't talk about Koios, no, no, no!
We don't talk about Koios!
Hecate:
Hey! Grew to live in fear of Koios studying or pond'ring
I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling snow, hs-hs-hs
It's a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
Lelantos:
A seven-foot frame
Snake at his back
When he calls your name
It all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams
And feasts on your screams (hey!)
All:
We don't talk about Koios, no, no, no! (We don't talk about Koios, no, no, no!)
We don't talk about Koios (we don't talk about Koios!)
Oceanus:
He told me my fish would die
The next day: dead! (No, no!)
Prometheus:
He told me I'd lose my gut!
And just like he said... (no, no!)
Epimetheus:
He said that all my recklessness would undo me, now look where we're at points at Prometheus (no, no! Hey!)
All:
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read!
Phoebe:
He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that our love would grow, like the grapes that thrive on the vine...
Óye, Boreas's on his way (Alder: HAHAAHAHAH)
Leto:
He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's like I hear him now
Asteria:
Hey sis', I want not a sound out of you (Leto: it's like I can hear him now)
Leto:
I can hear him now
Apollo, most likely:
Um, Koios...
Yeah, about that Koios...
I really need to know about Koios...
Gimmie the truth and the whole truth, Koios
Artemis:
(Apollo, your boyfriend's here)
All:
Time for dinner!
Lelantos:
A seven-foot frame (Asteria: It was my wedding day) (Perses: It was our wedding day)
Snake at his back (Asteria: we were getting ready)
When he calls your name (Asteria: and there wasn't a cloud in the sky)
It all fades to black (Perses: no clouds allowed in the sky!)
Yeah, he sees your dreams (Asteria: Koios walks in with a mischievous grin-)
And feasts on your screams (Perses: Thunder!)
Asteria:
You telling this story, or am I?
Perses:
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on (Phoebe: óye, Boreas's on his way)
Asteria:
Koios says, "It looks like rain" (Lelantos: a seven-foot frame, snake at his back)
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane
All:
He's here!
Don't talk about Koios, no! (Apollo: Why did I talk about Koios?)
Not a word about Koios!
Apollo:
I never should've brought up Koios!
EL FIN :D
enjoy the brainrot :3
#music#my incorrect quotes#it's basically all one giant IQ lmao#delphic fam#the trials of apollo#apollo#koios#phoebe the titan#asteria#perses#lelantos#sorry i wasn't able to get aura in rip#leto#artemis#oceanus#prometheus#epimetheus
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Goku: Hey, dad.
Bardock: Hmm?
Goku: I was wondering... What can you tell me about Frieza?
Bardock: 💢
Goku: ...uh
Bardock: We don't talk about Frieza.
Goku: I know. But like hypothetically, if he were to see you...
Bardock: God damn it, Kakarot! Go do something useful before they get here.
Goku: I just wanna know if it was generally negative or, like, less negative...
Gine pops out of nowhere: It was insane!
Bardock: Gine.
Gine: There was this bright light and bah Bah Bah BOW!!!
Bardock: Gine!
Gine:🤭 what
Bardock: Ugh.
Bardock: We don't talk about Frieza, no, no, no. We don't talk about Frieza.
But!
Raditz was a little shi-
Gine: Raditz was a cutie
Bardock: The Prince was a baby, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky
Gine: And then King Cold's ship stopped by
Bardock: Frieza steps in with an ominous grin
Gine: Danger!
Bardock: You telling this story, or am I?
Gine: I'm sorry, Mr. Saiyantist🫡😋
Bardock: Called Saiyans home and cut us off
Gine: Bardock got the escape pod~
Bardock: In doing so, he blows us up
Gine: Believing tales of the gods~
Bardock: Ensuring his reign never stops
Gine: What a tragic day. What more to say
Both: We don't talk about Frieza, no, no, no. We don't talk about Frieza.
King Vegeta: Learned to live in fear of Frieza's temperance and grumbling. Figure out the best way to avoid the bodies tumbling. I associate the screams of pain with pointing hands.
pew, pew, pew
King Vegeta: Legacy and legions of the family's fumblings. Allied with a God that said our kind will need humbling. Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand.
Do you understand?
Raditz: 5 foot 2 frame, slimey like a lizard.
When you catch his eye, the chills rival a blizzard
Yeah, he haunts your dreams.
Feasts on your screams.
Bardock: Hey! Hits Raditz upside the head
We don't talk about Frieza, no, no, no.
All: We don't talk about Frieza.
Selypa: They told us to join the fight while our comrades fled
Toma: Beat within an inch of life, hanging on by a thread
Toteppo: They told me all my hair would disappear. Now look at my head
All: Your fate is sealed when the icejin want you dead.
Prince Vegeta: He told me that the throne at his knees was predestined to never be mine
He told me that my power would thrive, so long as the saiyans stayed in line
Nappa: My leige, King Cold is on his way
King Vegeta: He told me that my son would be his
Taken away from me, a prize held as leverage
There's nothing I can do
Prince Vegeta: Third class. I want not a sound out of you.
King V: Is there nothing I can do!
Goku: uhm Frieza
Yeah, about that Frieza
I really need to fight this Frieza
Give me the strength to defeat that Frieza.
Raditz: Oh, your Highness, the emperor's here!! Gets smacked with a tail
And then Cacophony of Epicness.
So. Frickin. COOL.
Imagine if people worked with OP to make a whole animatic. Or if TFS did another song parody with their voice actors. Jorongbak is a frickin genius.
#gine#raditz#dragon ball series#dragon ball super#bardock#vegeta#happy freeza day#freeza#frieza#frieza dbz#dbz#encanto#we don't talk about bruno
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So I wrote another song parody for @demonangelgirl134's AU
This one is a parody of "We Don't Talk About Bruno" (oh gosh, the meme potential that came from that song was just nuts), but it's about Luzbel.
Jeretik (Hagenti):
We don't talk about Luzbel, no no no
We don't talk about Luzbel, but
It was the day we fell (It was the day we fell)
We headed to Kokytos and there wasn't a soul in our sight
(Not a single soul in our sign)
Luzbel walked in with a malicious grin (We're doomed)
You telling this story or am I? (I'm sorry, Jeretik, go on)
Luzbel said "Welcome to Hell" (Why did he hurt us?)
He promised he would treat us well (What did he tell them?)
Then we fell into a prison cell (It was such a hell, but anyway)
Jeretik/Hagenti:
We don't talk about Luzbel, no no no
We don't talk about Luzbel
Gray Hat:
Hey
Grew to live in fear of Luzbel's tyranny and meddling
I remember hearing him always roaring and demanding
I associate him with the sound of clopping hooves
He's a demon god with a gaze so deadly
Always left my brothers abused and unworthy
Grappling with commands that we couldn't understand
Do you understand?
Aku:
A thirteen foot frame, spikes along his back
If you call his name, your world fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your soul and screams (Hey)
Jeretik/Hagenti/Gray Hat/Aku:
We don't talk about Luzbel, no no no
We don't talk about Luzbel
Demons:
He told my friend "You'll be a king", the next day, dead (No, no)
He told me I'd lose it all, and just like he said (No, no)
He said that every woman would be mine, if I do what he says (No, no)
Your fate is sealed once he gets inside your head
Nergal:
He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised and someday be mine
He told my that my powers would grow, all that grew was this hole deep inside
(Hurry up, Luzbel is on his way)
Black Hat (Luzbel):
He told me that the love of my dreams would be just out of reach, the son of another
It's like I hear him now (You brat)
I can still hear him now (I want not a word out of you)
I can hear him now
Rovil:
Um, Luzbel
Yeah, about that Luzbel
Doxy:
We really need to know about Luzbel
Give us the truth and the whole truth, Luzbel
Demons:
Everybody, the boss is here!
(Hide and scatter!)
All:
A thirteen-foot frame (It was the day we fell, it was the day we fell)
Spikes along his back (We headed to Kokytos)
If you call his name (And there wasn't a soul in our sight)
Your world fades to black ()
Yeah, he sees your dreams (Luzbel walks in with a mischievous grin-)
And feasts on your soul and screams (We're doomed!)
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, Jeretik, go on (óye, Mariano's on his way)
Luzbel said, "Welcome to Hell" (a thirteen-foot frame, spikes along his back)
He promised he would treat us well (What did he tell them?)
Then we fell into a prison cell (It was such a hell, but anyway)
He's here!
(Don't talk about Luzbel)
Rovil and Doxy:
Why did we talk about Luzbel?
(Not a word about Luzbel)
We never should have brought up Luzbel!
#just text#song parody#gift for friend#i love this song#i just can't get the phrase "a thirteen-foot frame#that would make such a good animation
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Want to join yet another fandom?
Yes, of course you do, you're on Tumblr for crying out loud
This is my pathetic attempt to get more people to read Jackson's Diary on WEBTOONS
(I am insane btw)
Proceed with caution (this actually has some major spoilers 😛it's fine I don't think you'd get them so yeah)
[Read to the tune of We Don't Talk About Bruno from Encanto]
We don't talk about Season One Exer!
We don't talk about that queer!
But! It was his senior year
He was getting ready then he drove his car to High School (He drove his car with his boo)
Exer walked in with his devious grin (So gay!)
Are you telling this story or am I? (I'm sorry, mi vida, go on!)
Jackson said it looked like green (Is my guy on drugs?)
In doing so, he gets bullied (Gaslighted to hell and back)
He rightfully fights Exer! (Now everybody hates him)
We don't talk about Season One Exer
We don't talk about that queer!
Hey! Grew up used to Exer winning and bragging,
I can always see him sorta shining and glowing, I associate him with the smell of warm lattes
*sniff, slurp, sip*
It's an easy lift, the gift's not humbling, always left Harry and Lucy-Furr fumbling
Grappling with greenness just the cat understands, do you understand?
Short ass frame, cat along his back, when he calls your name it all fades to green
Yeah, he has his dreams, yet feasts on Jack's screams
We don't talk about Season One Exer (He's cringe!)
We don't talk about that queer!
He told me he wasn't sure, the next day gay! (Bi king!)
He told me he'd do anything for his Day!
Then he proceeded to nearly kill Kev!n again! (Fuck yes!)
Your fate is sealed when you meet Exer Campbell!
He told me that he loved me then he bullied my bestie
He told me he fell head over heels, now guess what, he's dating my bro
He told me that he hated me, now we are besties
✨The irony✨
(I can see it now) Hey sis, I wanna hear all the tea (I CAN SEE GREEN NOW!)
Um, Exer. Yeah, about that Exer. That Exer is really devious. So gay, very mysterious!
*Jackson appears* PAMELA! Your boyfriend's here!
TIME FOR GOSSIP!
[All the parts overlapping, it's a bop]
HE'S HERE! (Don't talk about Exer!)
Why did I talk about Exer? (Not a word about Exer!)
I never should've brought up Exer!
#encanto#we don't talk about bruno#jackson's diary#exer campbell#season one#devious exer#david miller#Pamela lopez#Jackson smith#Brenda miller#Ronald novikov#I told you i've lost my sanity#someone owes me $50
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Just some stupid thing I came up with on the fly.
Parody of We Don’t Talk About Bruno from Disney’s Encanto to the Redacted universe.
Not all of it is perfect because well… I’m not perfect. Not all canon mostly based on the DAMN crew section. Some part have been left out because I couldn’t think of anything. If you can, please put them in the comments.
Specific lines that made me think of a character are highlighted. Only the first stanza is “sung” but the characters and the chorus by the fandom. The rest are about the specific person.
Enjoy!
We don’t talk about Erik and his men. We don’t talk about Erik, but
The DAMN crew:
FL: It was my wedding day,
Gavin: it was our wedding day.
FL: we were getting ready and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Gavin walks in with a mischievous grin. Damian says it looks like rain,
In doing so he floods my brain.
Huxley gets the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane.
FL and Gavin: What a glorious day, but anyway
We don’t talk about Erik and his men. We don’t talk about Erik.
Lasko:
Grew to live in fear always stuttering and stumbling. I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling.
Sam:
I associate him with the sound of falling sand.
Hush:
It's a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling. Always left Vega and his doc fumbling. Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand, do you understand?
Vega:
A seven-foot frame. Rats along his back. When he calls your name. It all fades to black. Yeah, he sees your dreams, and feasts on your screams.
We don’t talk about Erik and his men. We don’t talk about Erik.
Morgan:
He told me my fish would die
The next day: dead! (No, no!)
He told me I'd grow a gut!
And just like he said... (no, no!)
He said that all my hair would disappear, now look at my head (no, no! Hey!)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read!
Sunshine:
He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised, and someday be mine.
Lovely:
He told me that my power would grow, like the grapes that thrive on the vine.
Blake:
He told me that the one of my dreams would be just out of reach. Condemned to dying.
Erik:
Um, Erik...
Yeah, about that Erik...
I really need to know about everyone...
Gimmie the truth and the whole truth, Erik.
Everyone, April Fool’s is here
Almost time for Hot Boi Summer.
Sorry, can’t do the cluster that is that final chorus. 😱🫨
Echo:
Don't talk about Echo, no! (Why did I talk about Echo?)
Not a word about Echo!
I never should've brought up Echo!
#asmr roleplay#redacted asmr#freelancer#redacted gavin#redacted lasko#redacted huxley#redacted damien#redacted damn crew#redacted blake#redacted hush#redacted elliott#redactedverse#redacted vega#redacted sam#redacted listener#redacted lovely#redacted sunshine#encanto#we don't talk about bruno#disney#parody#headcanon#wedding#clusterfuck#hot boi#april fool's day#redacted erik#redacted morgan#redacted freelancer#redacted fandom
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Eragon: so who is Morzan, again
Uncle: it was our wedding day. We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
Roran: no cloud allowed in the sky
Uncle: Bruno Morzan walks in with a michevious grin—
Brom: — SEVEN FOOT FRAME, RATS ALONG HIS BACK, WHEN HE CALLS YOUR NAME IT ALL TURNS TO BLACK, YEAH HE SEES YOUR DREAMS, FEASTS ON YOUR SCREAMS—
Uncle: we don’t talk about Morzan, damn damn damn, we don’t talk about Morzan
Horst: he told me my fish would die, the next day DEAD
Sloan: he told me I’d grow a gut and just like he said—
🎶
Brom: you telling this story or am I?
Murtagh: I can hear him now…
Eragon: um, Morzan. Yeah about Morzan. I really need to know about Morzan. Give me the truth and the whole truth Morzan.
Brom: KATRINA YOUR BOYFRIEND’S HERE
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🎟️ Meet me at the shore ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆
Pairing: Huening Kai x Fem!Reader
Content/Tags: best friends to.... Still best friends 🫶🫶, fluff, reader is a writer, Huening Kai is a ball of sunshine, beaches, bookstores, best friends reunite
Summary: You're burntout as hell a month going into your author career. You can't pinpoint exactly why, but for all you know, you don't want to continue like this forever.
That's until your childhood best friend knocks on your door, suggesting to spend the day off together with you.
Really, how can you say no to Huening Kai?
Genre: fluff. Some bittersweet moments, but mostly fluff 🫶🫶
Warnings (?): Mild cursing here and there, bullying, reader feels lonely at times, burnout, otherwise nothing too explicit
Wc: 10k+ <33
Dedicated to: All the burnt out fanfic writers out there who need a little bit of cheering up!!
Taglist! @kaisdefender
| Masterlist | Moodboard | Playlist |
i.
When was the last time you felt happy?
You immediately knew the answer to that.
A month ago, your dreams came true. Your world came to life. What started as a small project turned into something much, much larger. And now, your novel is out there for readers to feast their eyes upon.
Seeing this word document become a book, and then holding it in your hands, it was like holding a newborn baby for the first time. Sparks rushed through your body like fireworks, screaming ‘we did it, we made it.’
And then a month passes by, and all the sparks were just… gone.
The rush that coursed through your body from publication and stuff just... it wasn't there anymore.
You spent the month taking a break from writing. After all, Hyuka did recommend you to take things easy. And you did. You didn’t write for a whole month, even when the urge to spam words on google docs came itching inside your brain.
So. Why instead of feeling rested, you were restless? Thumping the heel of your foot over and over again, biting your lip while staring at a random corner in your living room.
Now comes the big question of 'what's next?'
You stared into the distance. It was twelve in the afternoon and you're on your couch doing absolutely nothing.
You shook your thoughts off, forcing yourself to scan the room. This room- this apartment- you've always wanted to own in the future.
The couch that felt more like resting on a giant maltese cat, the shelves of books you've collected over the past decade, the balcony outside where your favorite small coffee table resided. There, you can look down at all the google corporate workers having a miserable day as you write your next best seller.
You love this place so dearly. You knew that well in your head. But you didn't feel it, for some reason. Not now, not anymore. Even if you're forcing yourself to right now.
Rest, Y/n
You repeat Hyuka's words in your head.
Take it easy, okay?
You had emails to reply to today.
You had to keep going. Just because you aren't writing doesn't mean you're jobless.
You exited your living room.
The more cooped up you were there, the more tense you'd feel.
That's when you noticed, at the corner of your eye, a caller by the name of Hyuka was, well, calling you.
You picked up, "Hyukaaa, how've you been?"
Huening Kai is your best friend, the only guy who can make you smile, the only person you share your projects to. The both of you have been at it since high school, and you have always kept in touch since then.
He whined, "Y/n, I've called you so many times. Why didn't you pick up?"
You checked your phone.
11 miss calls from Hyuka
You paused, your shock evident in the short moments of silence. "Did something happen? Were you injured during practice-?"
"Nah, I was just bored."
This guy.
"Oh. Sorry I... slept in." You lied.
And Hyuka knew it. "It's not like you to sleep in. Miss calls? Yes, you don't want distractions when writing. Sleeping in? No. Hot girls don't ‘sleep in’."
"You really had to call me out like that huh? But yeah uh I guess today wasn't so..." You couldn't finish your sentence. You didn't know how to. In all honesty, it wasn't just today you felt this way.
"Y/n?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay?"
"...Yeah?"
"No you're not."
You clicked your tongue. "Bruh."
Hyuka wheezed, and you did too.
Then the both of you balled out laughing.
It wasn't even funny, not at all.
Hyuka's laugh was just contagious.
After calming down a little, you proceeded, "Okay, yeah maybe I'm not."
“Hmm. Is it because of debut?”
You thought for a moment.
You can't just not write, even though you know taking a break is what you need before getting into a burnout but you got into a burnout anyway and now your life feels short lived and meaningless and what was this all for again?
You sighed. "I don't know."
Hyuka hummed on the other end of the line.
You could picture him nodding at your profound words. You wish he was actually here. Just calling him makes you happy, but you'd definitely feel a lot better if he was actually next to you talking about... literally anything.
You didn't expect him to say anything.
You didn't want to pressure Hyuka to listen to your venting sessions regardless. He just wanted to hop on in because he was bored, after all, you don't want to put all this sudden weight on him.
What you also didn't expect was for Hyuka to leave the call without a word.
No goodbyes, no nothing.
Just a beep, and then silence encapsulated the whole room.
A grueling three seconds passed by.
You... plopped onto your chair. Your heart nothing but... it's nothing. It's empty. Hollow. Everything's so fuzzy and quiet. Way too quiet.
You got back to work, trying not to make a big deal out of it.
Ten minutes later, a voice sounded from behind y- wait you live alone-
"Y/n! Pst!"
Who the hell says pst when they're yelling from your front door? You got out of your bedroom and made your way to-
"Hyuka? What are you-"
Donut sunglasses rested on Huening Kai's hair like eggs on a nest, a funky piece of accessory for his rather plain white button up and black khaki pants.
All negative thoughts from before evacuated your headspace. You held in your laughter.
Your fashionista blew you a kiss.
You caught it and blew one back. "What's with the… dunkin donuts aesthetic outfit?"
Hyuka didn't answer your question. He's smiling from eye to eye, and you kinda felt grateful to have someone this happy to see you.
He bounced up and down his heels, fiddling with the strap of his backpack. "I know this is all unexpected, so, sorry if I’ve interrupted you by any chance-"
"No. No it's perfectly fine." You reassured him. "It's more than fine actually... its been a while since we've..."
"Met in person?”You raised your brows. “Yeah, it's been a couple months, but we call each other pretty much everyday anyway, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah.” Huening Kai walked closer to you, as if letting you in on a secret. “I thought maybe it would be better if we could hang out together."
You blinked.
He blinked back.
You blinked a couple more times. "Today?"
"Yeah, right now." Then he got on his knees and hugged you, locking your legs together. He's still such a kid, you thought. "Please Y/n, it's been soooo long. I miss you so so much."
"I mean- I miss you too but... right now?"
He looked up at you, arms still latched. "Are you busy today?"
"..."
Anything to escape emails, you thought. Anything. "Not really, no."
He got off of you and front rolled into your apartment, his sunglasses defying the laws of gravity, remaining stuck on his head. "Then let's go!" He jumped up and down, more vibrant than the power of a thousand beams of sunlight.
Perhaps it was the way he held onto you, or the way he smiled, or the way he made a grand entrance by frontrolling into your apartment from the doorway, but something just tickled your gut, and in a good way. All you knew was that your heart melted through your chest the way ice cream drips down the cone on a hot summer day, and you didn’t hate the feeling. It's been a while since you had someone… since you had someone.
You chuckled. "Where to?"
"I don't know!" Hyuka said helpfully. "And that's the fun of it!" He grabbed your wrist and ventured ahead of you further into your writing coven. "I'll help pack your things, just put on some good music and the both of us will be done in no time."
God, this man still really is a kid.
Til this day, you still question why he's still by your side. Even when you don't get to hang out a lot with him these days, somehow, the both of you just make it happen.
Through short texts or hour-long calls, not a day goes by without either of you hyping the other one up.
The moment he left the call earlier, the world pauses and your mind starts making up excuses. Bad wifi? Something came up in the studio? Were you bothering him? Your brain starts clogging up with all these possibilities that may not even be true.
But, now he's here. Maybe this was his master plan after all? "You left me hanging on that call.... because you were secretly planning to do this?"
Hyuka stopped on his tracks. He had a lot going through his mind, even though he didn’t show it. What if you didn’t like this? What if he was bothering you? What if he’s just, simply, annoying?
At the end of the day, voices were just voices. He knew you wouldn’t get annoyed, he knew you never found him a bother.
He looks back at you like you, smiling dearly because you mean so much to him.
And he means so much to you, too. You both knew that.
You smirked, now crawling to his side. "You know just how to make me feel better, huh?"
A low, short chuckle.
He held onto you tighter, and you held back.
ii.
You were a kid once, in highschool, all alone with nobody to talk to. Not a loser, but nowhere to belong. It wasn’t until the ninth grade, you found someone you care about.
While everybody sprinted out the door to go eat at the cafeteria or play outside or harass each other, you could be spotted sitting on your assigned desk, doing your own thing. The classroom seemed more tolerable that way. It didn’t matter if you missed out on drama, scandals, opportunities to develop deep connections with people. That all happens outside the classroom, and you want to keep things that way, even when you start feeling left out, it doesn't matter.
You're better off creating stories in the classroom by yourself rather than talking to anyone in this damned building.
You can feel a keen pair of eyes still looking at you.
You prayed that whatever God up there would make this guy stop looking at you, it ruins your focus-
Oh. It was just Huening Kai, your seatmate.
He was. Okay. He didn't give bad enough vibes to pick on you, at the very least. Or ask for self-inserts in your stories.
"You know, y/n, I am still so very confused why you’re constantly taking notes in class. I've never seen anyone this dedicated to using all their recess periods for studying."
Oh. So that's why his self-insert requests haven't been coming in.
Huening Kai is the type of kid to talk with everyone, and no, not just classmates. Literally everyone. You don't know how he does that without draining his energy.
The both of you don't necessarily talk a lot, however, but considering he's your seatmate and all that, the weight of first impressions kind of just disappears on its own.
"I'm not studying, actually."
He said in a monotonous voice, "Oh. My God."
You hold your laughter at his shock yet deadpanned reaction. "Truth to be told, I am not in fact a hardcore nerd."
"Then what are you doing sitting around with, like, twelve thousand notebooks."
"It's just three extra notebooks."
"Close enough." Something about the way his eyes… sparkle… with intention, like he’s actually looking at you, with interest. It’s kinda like a child begging their dads to play outside and have some fun.
You pressed your lips into a needle-straight line.
You, a reserved writing machine, having fun with ... (you eyed Huening Kai) a corgi.
"... We could chill and talk about my mystery notebooks?" You shrugged your shoulders, suggesting the choice was up to him. He'd probably say no, you thought, I mean, usually people would not be interested in books and ask questions just to look polite and all-
"Okay." He smiled, sliding into his seat. "So, what are they for?"
You tidied your desk a little, making yourself look more 'presentable'. "These are for writing purposes."
"Writing stories?"
"Exactly, I write everything in my notebooks."
He grabbed your notebooks, looking at them in awe as if they were newly refined portraits from the Renaissance era. As long as he doesn’t open them, it’s all good. "Is it like a full length novel or short stories?"
"Both." You grabbed this one notebook in particular that was so thick it looked like a dictionary got a BBL. "This notebook in particular is for the novel."
"Really? This whole thing?"
You nodded.
Huening Kai couldn't stop making goofy gasping faces at your hell of a thick notebook. "What's it about?" He asked.
You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for the inevitable rambling that’s about to occur. "It's this historical piece where this ballerina, our main character, who comes from a low income family, dances to earn money. She catches the eye of the prince. This prince wants to learn to dance with her, to which the king and queen strictly disagree with considering that form of dancing is too 'feminine'." You pause right then and there before you unleash your inner sociology professor and ramble on and on and on and on about your fantasy worlds. "That's it. The plot is pretty simple, I know-"
"Ooooo I love dancing." He said the word ‘love’ with at least thirteen syllables.
You knew that, though. Everyone knows Huening Kai’s quite the dancer.
"Oh yeah? You think you'll really enjoy reading my book then?"
"Yeah, yeah! Ask me for any dancing advice if you need it for your book... wait never mind, I don't know anything about ballet..."
"That's alright-"
He turned a page. "May I read it right now?"
It was then you snatched your book from his hands, clutching it defensively. You wouldn't even let yourself re-read the first draft of your own novel. "What? No, it's not finished yet."
"But you'll take long to write it." He said not unkindly, putting his hands together as if praying to God. "I'll be patient, I promise."
Some part of you thought you'd regret the rest of your life giving anyone else your 'mystery notebooks'.
You took a look at Huening Kai, his puppy dog eyes staring back at you.
Does this man really look like he'll rip your baby into shreds? Or publicly read out your novel word by word to a sea of musically stars and pencil chewers?
His puppy dog eyes blink back at you. It really was like he had sparkles in his eyes, through that way-too-neat bowl cut his irises shone with… something unfamiliar. Something non-existing in your brain textbook.
"Hmm...”you pretended to think, ”you sure you like the premise of the book?"
He nodded furiously.
"You sure you'll be patient enough to see it til the end?"
Another aggressive nod.
"Okay, then it's settled, looks like I'm not-"
"Huening Kaiiii!" Some random guy- Hueing Kai's friend probably- sounded in the distance. A head popped out the door frame, "Huening Kai come here!"
Huening Kai and you exchanged a glance.
"Oh, uh, sorry y/n, I have to go now." He stood from his seat, and never would you've ever thought you'd wish to have someone stay by your side just a little longer.
"I'll talk to you soon, okay?" He stared at you a little while before rejoicing with his pals.
You waved him off, knowing in your head you won't be talking with him, or anyone, for the next couple of days.
And you were right.
You tried to not let this get under your skin.
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Something about watching the way you shut the world out while writing makes you appear... quite mysterious. That's one way to put it.
But also unique. While everyone goes to make friends, you are ignoring studious lessons to keep up that writer grind. Even during boring classes, instead of sleeping over muffled lectures, you're wide awake writing stories. It's a cool tactic. Whenever Huening Kai looks at your direction, he now knows damn well you aren't jotting down the teacher's explanations, and it's hilarious to him, how slick you are.
It was an ordinary day like any other. The class was writing up biology notes.
Huening Kai was sitting next to you, you were sitting next to him.
He pauses writing notes for a moment, taking glances at the girl next to him.
You're so cool, he thinks.
I want to talk to her some more.
He looks over his shoulder during class again.
Your hair drapes the entirety of your face as you wrote on your 'mystery notebook', pen gliding across the paper like pipe line icing on cupcakes.
This time, he pouts instead of holding back soft chuckles. But she's always writing.
It's so easy to spark up a conversation with other kids.
It's easy to not feel like a bother, to talk to people looking forward to talk to you. But, since you're always on your notebooks, he didn't want to disturb your laser focus, even when he feels like talking to you more than the others.
He sighed.
Huening Kai went back to his notes.
If you aren't willing to talk with anyone, there's no reason for you to be talking to him.
His pen glided across the page with you in sync.
So what?
He wouldn't let your book destroy you and your potential friendship with him.
Recess is your golden hour for writing. So, imagine Huening Kai’s shock when he waltzes into the classroom to find you missing.
It didn’t sit right with him, seeing you not sitting in your usual spot. It’s like a cat hasn’t returned home to their owner late at night. It makes their owner anxious, worry shooting the pit of their gut.
He walked out of the classroom to the schoolyard. He scanned the crowd. The sky was infiltrated by thin clouds, there were girls and boys, but no you.
At least, you weren't a part of the crowd.
You were sitting under a tree, contempt, writing that novel of yours.
The sight of you under that tree at uttermost peace, it made Huening Kai smile.
Hope you didn't mind a little company.
He approached you.
Your pen stops.
You lock eyes with him.
Huening Kai brought a hand out.
"We meet again."
And then you burst out laughing.
He stood there, head empty. Was his shirt back forward? Was his lips still stained from eating chocolate sandwiches? Was his hair a mess?
"We meet again? Usually it's like a hey or hello."
Huening Kai replayed it in his head again.
Oh.
Yeah that was unintentionally funny. A cool wave washed over his chest by then. Relief, sprinkles of pride. Joy. It was nice seeing you laugh, he guessed.
"Next time, I'll cartwheel my way under this tree." He teased, and you can't tell if he was being serious or not. "How about it?"
You looked up at nothing in particular for a moment. "Eh, not like you'll see me here again anyway."
"Why?" Huening Kai stood next to you now, connecting his spine with the tree trunk and then sliding down right by your side in a seating position completely different from you- his thighs on his chest while your legs sprawled out and free.
"I came here to write because of the ambiance," you faced forward to where the rest of the school resided, "but then, turns out, this is the ambiance." you pointed towards the crowd ahead.
You shut your book, a soft thud escaping its pages.
Huening Kai's attention was right back at you, and he knew just the words to motivate you. "Hey, why don't you take the day off writing and talk to me?"
Huening Kai expected a chuckle, a death glare, or reluctance, a bit of something that goes like 'in what world do you think I'll ever let you– or anything else for that matter– put a halt on my creative prowess?'
You shrugged your shoulders and nodded along, "Sure, why not?"
That cool wave washed over his chest again, and it felt better the second time. He wasn't even trying to repress his lips from curling into a smile. You're just so... unbothered.
It's your loneliness that made him a bit more interested in you, how someone could possibly be the way you are. The way you bring yourself with calm confidence, your warm energy that makes him feel cozy and relaxed.
Or your dedication to your books. Your passion, your quietness, your warmth.
Or maybe Huening Kai didn't really need a reason.
Your existence is a good enough reason.He just wanted to talk to you.
He hugged his shins, fiddling with his fingers. "You know, I haven't told you this but I think what you're doing is exceptional."
You rested your head on the tree trunk, looking at him in the corner of your eye.
"You've already said that, actually."
He didn’t. He hadn’t And even if he did, what’s the problem with saying it again? "No, I said your book is great, and it really is, but like. You too, ya know?"
You sat quiet for a moment.
Those words, you received them a lot, from yourself.
Hearing them come from somebody else’s mouth…
Clarity rippled through your head, like those gentle waves that leave white seafoam behind, dissolving into the spaces between the speckles of sand on shore.
You chuckled.
You swung your hair behind your back with the flick of your wrist. "Of course I am."
Huening Kai wheezed, flicking his short hair in the breeze too. "Of course you are."
The both of you did model poses back to back.
You both were idiots. Idiots that go a little too well together, idiots that were meant to cross paths with each other.
"I think you're cool too." You started. "You're... funny. Vibrant. And," a solemn look casts over your face. There were so many good things to say about Huening Kai, and somehow, you were able to condense it into a few words. You blanked out, looking into a void, waiting for the right words to simmer to the surface."... you just might actually care."
If lightning could be struck on someone, and instead of agonizing pain, they felt an immediate consolation course through their body, then Huening Kai has just been abused by a thunderstorm.
The relief in his chest, surging through like hands running down silk gloves.
But also, sadness.
Even though Huening Kai has only actually known you recently, he wants to tell you that so many people care about you. He doesn't know precisely who, but... there has to be someone.
Anyone.
Instead of saying any of that, Huening Kai chuckled. "Of course I do, I expect you to care about me too." His throat was getting tighter, and tighter.
Why hasn't anyone bothered giving you a second chance? Why do they just assume you liked being alone? Why haven’t they reached out to you sooner?
No. Why didn't he reach out to you any sooner?
"Huening Kai?" Your voice was low and soft, nearly a whisper. "Mhm?" Huening Kai put on his best smiles.
"What if I told you I actually wanted to become a ballerina?"
Another bolt of lightning, and this time, it was a little more exuberant than the previous ones. "...Wait, that's just like..."
"The main character?"
"Yeah! Her! I can totally see you doing the curtsy." Was that even a ballet move? Huening Kai didn't know. He just knows you'd be a stunning ballerina. It fits.
He can imagine you twirling your way across the room with elegance, then, performing on stage while the crowd roars, and then he'd... he was getting ahead of himself.
You chuckled, and there was... something off about the way you chuckled.
The way your eyes stuck on the ground. "Yeah, but then I quit."
Just when Huening Kai thought he found someone more like him, you shattered his credence. "Aw, no... why did you quit?"
"It's complicated."
"Tell me everything. I can't fathom how someone as determined as you just..." gave up like that, Huening Kai didn't say.
An indefinite look casted your face, looking into the void of the past. "It wasn't my choice. My parents got broke, like, really really broke when I was in sixth grade. It was to the point they had to put me into the foster care system, and I kinda just moved from house to house from there."
Huening Kai shifted closer to you. You know that feeling when you’re a little kid, you’d never think any of your family members would pass away? That’s the type of disbelief Huening Kai felt towards you, not that he couldn’t believe tragedies like these could happen, he just didn’t think it could happen to someone he loves, to you.
"Were those other families nice to you?"
You chuckled, not unkindly, gaze shifting apart from Huening Kai’s. A reel of memories in a photographic fashion flashed before your eyes.
You remembered the many adults that looked after you, how bitter it slowly grew the more you moved houses.
The expressions on people’s faces when you’d make a family tree of sorts, for a project, and they see the saddest looking tree to ever exist– faces of strangers where mom and dad and daughter all don’t look the same.
You told yourself it wasn’t a big deal. You kept telling yourself just that. "Yeah, but they only last a couple months. All of them do. As soon as I meet some random nice lady I call my 'mother', she's gone and another stranger awaits me at their front porch. It's exhausting, meeting so many new people like that. And it's so ironic, it's just." You looked at the crowd ahead of you for a moment. "If I can't even stick to a proper family, then how am I sure I'll remain friends with anybody?"
Huening Kai can't even imagine what it must be like- to not be able to do the things you love. "I'm so sorry... I mean, I talk with lots of people too but it’s different, that just sounds tiring."
"It's alright, I guess I just... write so that... Like, I believe somewhere out there, my work is a reality, you get me? That, somewhere in this universe, I do exist as a ballerina with a loving family and a friend and... I'm sorry, that sounded so stupid out loud."
"No, it's not stupid." He had a lightbulb moment. He understood now, why you were the way you are. "You know what?"
"Huh?"
"I'm forcing you to join the dance club."
You blinked at the boy sitting next to you, because that's all you knew how to do at that very moment.
"Huening Kai that's very nice of you but-"
"I'll suggest some ballet, to the club, I mean, from time to time," His words were a mess, just like his thoughts, but, point is, Huening Kai will make your dream a reality.
He will take it upon himself to make this the universe where you get to be a ballerina, so you won't have to exclusively exist as words on paper anymore. "I'm not sure how," he admits, "but I'll make it work." He stood now, taking his hand out. "I promise."
You stare up at his tall, determined figure.
For once, you were genuinely speechless. You continue staring at his hand for an uncomfortable amount of time. "Well, that's quite ambitious of you."
"You still love ballet deep in your heart, especially if you're still writing about it. I want to help you, even if it isn't much..." Huening Kai racked his brain for anything that'll possibly convince you to join the dance club, "I mean... it's free...?"
You smirked, "Ahh yes that's the best part." And you shook his hand.
Huening Kai chuckled. Don't worry, if you had forgotten all the moves, we'll learn to dance together, he wants to say.
Don't think about the others, they'll probably watch and stare but their opinions don't matter, he wants to add.
We could dance together, the look on Huening Kai's face was more than enough to portray those words.
An all-too-familiar clanging noise ripped through the air. The school bell went off. Recess was over.
You sighed, getting up from the hard ground with Huening Kai's hand still in yours. "Come on, we gotta head back to class." You grabbed your notebook and let go of his hand, still walking close to him.
"Just tell me if you're interested," Huening Kai hoped you were, "and we'd be happy to have you there."
You gave him a small nod, "I will."
Huening Kai gave a small nod back, "Just call me Kai... or... Hyuka."
"Hyuka? That nickname is so adorable, wait-" You grabbed a notepad and pencil out of your cardigan pocket, "Do I have your consent to use your nickname as a potential character name for my future writing projects?"
So 'Kai' isn't a cute nickname, huh? Huening Kai chuckled. "Ooo, having a clone of myself sounds so chaotic, I love it.” Huening Kai had too many thoughts in his head, but he didn't mind the clutter. He promises that in this lifetime, as selfish as he sounds, you’ll both be dancing partners. In this way, he'll get to revive your love for ballet, and he won't have to dance alone anymore.
Huening Kai plopped down on the floor of the practice room, wiping his sweaty face off with a towel. A few girls gathered around him. They were dancers too.
He didn't really feel like talking to them, or anyone for that matter. He was beyond tired.
"Huening Kai!!" some random girl skipped towards him.
Have we talked before? Have we met before? Wait, who are you? He didn’t really care, he didn’t want to know.
"You looked sooo good dancing just now!!" she screeched.
"Yeah right?!" Another girl butted in. "He's literally so hot."
"I wish I was as good as him." Another stranger sat beside him.
"And just as cute." The first girl added.
They all chuckled amongst themselves while Huening Kai sat right there fighting to breathe. They probably just joined the club to get to talk to him. Probably. Unfortunately.
Another girl walked in.
Blood pulsed in his ears. Huening Kai fought the urge to just walk right out the door-
Until he realized he knew this girl.
"Excuse me?” You looked at the tired boy. ”Uh, Hyuka? Are you okay?"
Huening Kai's face lit up, quite literally like electricity in a theater room just switched on back after a blackout. "Y/n?"
You eyed him, saying not unkindly: "Hot damn bro, look at you-"
"I know right???? Look at him!" One of the dance club girls interrupted.
You looked at that pick me with your typical resting bitch face. "Yeah, he's a sweating mess and you guys aren't helping.." You gave her a full body eye roll, then flapped your hand. "Move."
The girls did as they were told to. They gave you looks, but you didn't care. Huening Kai was the only one giggling.
You squatted in front of him, wiping his face clean like a puppy just hopped out of the bath.
Some girl whispered not too quietly, "I wish I could touch him like that."
You and Huening Kai positively heard her, and that just made the both of you red in the face from trying so hard to hold in your laughter.
"There," You still tried hard not to burst out wheezing, "all clean. Go drink some water."
"I did though."
You grabbed his bottle. "More."
Huening Kai's eyes were somewhere else, but he was definitely still talking to you. "Why are you here anyway?"
You set the bottle down.
"Thought I'd give modern hip hop a shot," You said.
He wanted to hug you right then and there.
He gave you the brightest smile he could muster, and you copied him.
It’s like magic. The moment you entered the room and took care of him, his energy is back to its maximum capacity.
And just like that, he was on his feet again. "Come on, let's dance together."
iii.
The bus ride to the beach was anything but quiet.
The bus was a cute thing. It was petite, teal, not so crowded. And the windows were wide open, allowing you to view the wonderful rows of shops outside. There were florists, fruit stations, kitten shelters, aligned shoulder to shoulder with each other, settling down for off-hours. The 4 pm Sun dipping down the skyline, blasting subtle hints of yellows in the sky.
The bus came to a halt.
But… (you looked up) this isn’t the beach…
Huening Kai got off the bus before you. “Thought we’d stop by here first before going to the beach.”
You nodded along, your focus however was entirely on the bookstore, looking at it like a painting in an art museum. But the words that left your lips didn't portray your enchantment of this building bestowed upon you. "Hyuka, are we really gonna go here..."
If anything, you sounded bored.
Hyuka faced you, not disappointed, not surprised. "Don't you love bookstores?" He knew you love bookstores, how wouldn't he know that?
"You said we're heading to the beach."
"Oh- yeah that can wait." He grabbed your hand. "Come on, have you been here before?"
You followed along. "Not here, no."
"Me neither." He smiled his cute smile. "Explore we shall!"
We shall indeed, was what Hyuka expected you to say. You shook your head instead, stopping at the entrance. "Hyuka, no, I won't go in there."
Huening Kai eyed you suspiciously again. "Ouch. Okay. But like. Why?"
You took a step back. "We should just head to the beach, somewhere both of us could have fun."
It finally clicked in his head, why you don't want to enter such a place. "Hey, you think just because we're in a bookstore I won't have any fun?"
He was right. "Well... yeah, I guess."
Huening Kai walked up to you at his own pace. There's something about the way he's looking at you that's just... it was off. But a good kind of 'off'. Like it was a hidden intention to it.
He says, "Artists support artists, remember?"
Your breath hitched.
A long lost memory resurfaced in your head.
---
At the end of every school day, you’d walk out the class putting on a tune on your phone. The bus ride home was noisy as is, you got to block those around you out.
You’d put on any song. Hip-hop, indie, vapor trap, anything you felt like listening to at the moment. Any tune that would spark creativity for a new writing piece, something to distract you for the time being.
Today, however, as you stood under the bus stop, you turned the volume down.
It was raining, a light drizzle. It was the softest of pitter-patters, a delicate thing. Like each drop was a unique tune of its own, and you were enchanted by its melody.
Sometimes, perhaps the life around you is more beautiful than you make it up to be.
Something bothered the harmony, splashes that seemingly grew louder...
You took your headphones off, looking to the side.
Huening Kai’s head down, sluggishly making his way through the empty street drenched in rain..
He didn't even bring an umbrella! You clicked your tongue, not necessarily disappointed, but very much concerned. "Hyuka, come here. It's me. And only me."
Huening Kai looked up. The moment he recognized you, he walked just a teensy bit faster. You chuckle at him. He looks just like a corgi walking his way to you.
"Huening Kai, you're a wet mess. Do you have a towel on you?"
Huening Kai didn't respond, not a single word.
He just sniffled.
"Hey... Hyuka?"
The sight of Huening Kai in front of you, puffy eyed and hiding, trembling in fear.
Your gut twisted. "Who is it? Did one of those girls bother you? Which bitch do I need to come after tonight?"
Huening Kai shot up a glance at you so violent he almost toppled over. "WHAT?!- No-" and then in a much softer voice, "No, it's... not about them."
"Just because it isn't specifically them doesn't mean I'll leave my kill list empty." Behind all this determination, your heart stung so bitterly, so dense, all because of the sight right in front of you: The happiest boy you know pouting in front of you, shoulders sagged, a sobbing mess. Eyes red and puffed in horror because of something vile he must've experienced.
And you weren't there to protect him.
You felt so bad, so guilty that you weren’t there for him.
But you’re here now. And you’ll hear him out til the end.
"It's the boys. My friends." He continued, voice so low as if those same 'friends' of his were right there next to him.
Your one and only Hyuka, you failed to protect him.
What were you doing instead? Listening to your spotify playlist on loop?
You cursed at yourself. "What did those guys do to you?"
"Made fun of me." Hyuka laughed. He laughed and it hurts so so much to see him laugh right now because you know damn well he's only doing that because he's hiding his pain thinking it’ll bother you. As if he is bothering you. "I tried to push it off but..." Another chuckle, only this time his voice croaked and more tears spill out.
You held his hands, so he won't have to fiddle and pick on his fingers anymore. So they would feel even just a little bit more at ease in yours. "Aw Hyuka- it's okay. I mean this is not okay but..." You too were a mess, looking for the right words.
Y/n! You're a writer, think! You paused for a moment.
Speak from your heart.
"Hey, Hyuka? Look at me."
He looked at you, and the sight of his face bore into your head, and not at all in a good way.
"Let's sit down, yeah?"
Huening Kai sniffled some more. "But I'll get the seat all wet."
"That's fine, that’s not a problem at all, I'll cross my fingers and hope the seat won't get cleaned, so the next person to sit on it are those same boys who made fun of you."
Huening Kai sat down, but he wasn't laughing.
The pain he felt, the guilt you felt, it's all completely unimaginable. And it's not like you even know the whole story yet.
It's so easy to let the words out on paper, but in real life? Your body kinda acted on its own, you don’t know what you’re doing, what you want to say. The words just came out, and, you just, did it. "Here... come on-"
Huening Kai flinched, eyes wide and pure.
He’s scared, and you didn’t expect that to hurt you so much. "No, I don't want to hug you, you'll get wet and sick, too."
You scoffed. "So?"
He blinked, and for a couple seconds he didn't know what to do, whether to keep pressing on the fact he's fully soaked or take a step back.
It was then he chose not to go with either of those options.
He squeezed you to death.
The rainwater seeped into the fabric of your uniform, you couldn’t care less. You clutched onto Hyuka tight, worried that the slightest breeze will push him away and you'll never get to see him again. He continued sobbing into your shoulder.
"Okay." You patted his back. "Okay, tell me everything."
"The boys- I was- We were just talking and then I brought up that I'm taking dancing seriously and want to be an idol when I grow up and... they made fun of me for it. Maybe they were just joking around but... I didn't think of it that way. I feel stupid for-"
"No, this isn't stupid, they are. They have no right to make fun of you." The irony of it all.
Huening Kai, known for his smashingly good looks and cute demeanor, known for being a bubbly ray of sunshine, praised for his talents and social skills and dancing- oh especially dancing- was being made fun of because he wants to become an idol? "I think there's nothing wrong with you for wanting to be an idol." You let go of the hug, but still sat close to him. "Nothing at all."
Huening Kai looked around. He looked anywhere else but you. He just couldn’t, he just couldn’t. "It feels... I don't know. I just... sometimes I don't believe I could make it, too. Regardless of my friends making fun of me."
You took a deep breath, slinging an arm over his shoulders. "I know." You chuckled, the look in your eyes now reminiscing the distant past, that is, your middle school years.
Only this time, Huening Kai turned his head. "Hm?" Even while crying, he’s still an angel.
"I know what that's like." You rephrased. "People also don't believe I'd make it as a writer, but it's people like that who probably only have money-related goals anyway, right?"
He nodded, letting your words sink in.
"At the end, we all die in the same coffin, and, I believe when that time comes, money doesn't measure someone's life well lived, but instead, their happiness. If being an Idol makes you happy, please, by all means go for it. And then, the good people in your life will stick around and be there for you." You stuck your thumb out, pointing it in your direction. “Like me. Let me be your biggest fan, other than yourself.” There was no lie in your words, only compassion.
For a while, nothing happened.
The raindrops continued drumming the street, the salty taste still looms close.
Your arm is still rooted along Hyuka’s soggy shoulders. You can hear him breathing deep breaths, long and draggy, very much needed breaths.
He brought his head up, looking at you. Still trembling whether it's from the boys, the rain, hell, maybe even you but he’s trying.
Once your gazes meet, something far deeper than words can portray settled in hos eyes– admiration."You're very smart."
You smiled all smug. "Of course I am, a genius like me only shares their knowledge to those I find worthy of trust." You leaned closer to him by then, digging a finger into his chest.
"You're also a bit over dramatic sometimes."
You clicked your tongue.
This dude.
"Hey-"
"I'm kidding!" Huening Kai wiped his tears away. "But it's true though."
The two of you chuckled, and for a moment, you both were just two goofs again, just tiny little specks of dust pre-existing in this vast universe.
That.
That feeling right there was, somehow, comforting.
Huening Kai's hand flipped over, reaching for something- your hand. "Okay," he grasped it firmly, "I'll go for it. I won't let my friends tell me what to do with my life."
It didn't matter if anyone was watching you guys. They, too, are also just little specks of dust in this big, big world. "Hell yeah, that's great. That's fantastic, actually." You gaze at Hyuka, making sure he knows that if no one's proud of him, not even himself, you got his back. "I will cheer you on until the end, I promise."
"Good to know." Hyuka couldn't thank you enough. There's just too many words to say.
Huenin Kai wonders why you haven't laughed at him yet, or degrade him or something. Anything. And looking at you now, he knows the answer as to why.
You truly, truly believe in him.
Huening Kai never knew a person like that could exist, someone who is completely different from you, yet, they get you all the same.
"I'll cheer you on for sure." He meant those words the most, more than any 'thank you' ever could.
It was then you brought out your fist. "Artists support artists."
Huening Kai fist bumped you, thinking to himself that sad, rainy day,
She's so cool, I’ll love her to death.
---
Huening Kai brought up his fist.
You smirked at him. "Artists support artists." Your fist clashed into his.
You thought, I'll definitely add this to one of my books.
The bookstore was entirely made of wood: The shelves, the floor, the staircase. It even left this woody scent while also maintaining this fresh, indie vibe.
"What book did you get y/n?" Hyuka strolled next to you, side by side walking in between random isles with no sense of direction, kinda like a prince and princess strolling down a courtyard.
You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't know, I think I might want to try out some romance though."
You had peculiar taste. Everything about the novel you bought didn't have to be perfect, no, however, if it didn't speak out to you, if it didn't remind you of you, there's a high chance you'll not buy it.
So imagine your surprise when Hyuka pulled out a random book from a random shelf at a random aisle suggesting you should give it a read. "What about this one?" He scanned the summary, "Err, some high school girl and high school guy fall in love."
You snatched the book from him, the cover so glorious and extra and fancy, it was so made for you. "Hyuka, I love you so much." It had to be on your bookshelf, right now.
"Hehe, I know.” He flipped his hair like the genius he is. “What should I get?"
You look at him with that look. That look that says ‘but I thought you don’t like reading?’ "You're also getting something?"
Huening Kai nodded. "I want to get into reading too, a little, just for you."
You eyed him, and you can tell, he knows just what you're gonna say.
"Read my book then."
"But, y/n." He whined, to which you gave him your evil writer smirk. You know, the face you make after writing an unexpected character death scene which leads to your readers coping by posting to their shattered-hearts desire on multiple social media platforms, bonus points if it's the love interest you're killing off!! "I don't need to read it,” He complained,”I know everything already!"
He isn't wrong.
You didn't write your novel all on your own.
You contacted Hyuka all the time for a reason. When brilliant ideas shoot you like an RK62 rifle, Hyuka is the first person you ramble about it to, and poor poor boy has to sit there listening to all your rambling.
Or on the flip side, when you're having those slower writing days, you hit him up too, and he comforts you through those uninspired time periods.
So it doesn't necessarily surprise you when Hyuka told you he hadn't bought your book. He did know everything about it, things that didn't make it to the final cut, the things that did, the ugly first couple of drafts.
There was no point in reading it, you thought. "You're not wrong."
Hyuka looked elsewhere, head in the clouds. "Hm. I'll read it anyway."
"Seriously? I was just joking, you know." No, you weren't. "You could read literally anything else. What about some romance? Or high fantasy?"
"Nope, I'm sure now, I'll read your book." Hyuka pressed on. "It's yours after all, you wrote it, and if I liked listening to you talk about it, then I think I'll enjoy reading it, too. Now..." He clutched your hand, jogging down the aisle without warning. "Let's go find that book."
iv.
At the beach, you thought you'd read your books together while the waves crash and the sun sets and the sky is a gorgeous shade of pink and the salty air wafts in your nose as you take deep, meditative breaths.
But no.
On this empty beach, Hyuka whipped out a cylindrical block from his backpack- a speaker.
If this were a scene in a movie, this would be the part where the happy music stops and the characters are wide eyed and crickets sound effects commence. "What are you doing?"
Hyuka smiled at you the way a seven year old child would at their father after scribbling his monster truck with crayola markers, cuteness overpowering guilt.
"Y/n," Hyuka says slowly, in that adorable voice he knows you can't resist. "since I made a promise to read your book, promise me you'll dance with me-!"
Bile shot up your throat. "No. Not here."
"Huh? Why?"
"I'm not dancing in public."
Hyuka looked around. "But the beach is empty, I'm the only one watching. Come on y/n, it'll be fun!"
Hyuka's cute demanding voice was working on you. No it wasn’t… Okay maybe it was.
Your toes curled, further planting yourself in the ground.
God you don't wanna do this. "But- Hyuka, I know you have good intentions but it's so. It's been so long, I don't know if I still got the hang of things-"
"Sure you do. Hang on, I know the perfect song for this." He plays your favorite song (or at least your favorite song of his) on the speaker- Our Summer.
The familiar tune runs laps in your mind, goosebumps blooming across the valleys of your arms. Music does sound prettier aloud than plugged in with headphones on. It does make you… less stiff.
"I don't know how to dance to this-"
"Me neither?" Hyuka proceeded to fix the speaker, placing it upright on a blanket over the sand. "We never had an official choreography for this song, so I thought the both of us can just make it up as we go?” He drags you by the hand, causing you to lose grip of the sand and stumble as you walked. “It doesn't have to be serious or anything. It's for fun, is all that matters."
Fun.
Yeah, that’s right.
"Y/n?"
It hit you like a plane hit a bus hit a car hit a person. "Fun..." That's what mattered at the end of the day.
We all die in the same coffin, and by that point, only one's happiness is the proper measurement for a life worth living.
"Okay.” You spoke to no one in particular. “No one else is watching..." and even if they were, does it matter?
Hyuka looked at you, like, really looked at you.
Did he feel concerned? Confused? Scared this is a bad idea and he shouldn't have bothered you in the first place?
"Y/n." He called your name once more, extending his arm. "Join my dance club?" He smiled his perfect smile. "Please?"
You stood frozen, unsure why your throat started closing up.
Hyuka continued, "I'll suggest some ballet." A giggle. "I'm not sure how, but I'll make it work."
Memories bubbled to the surface. You were sitting under a tree, this damningly uncomfortable tree, thinking today will be peaceful, today will be different and it really was so peaceful and different because this boy– this young boy beaming with curiosity and innocence– comes up to you and changes the world around you.
You held Hyuka's hand tighter. "I still love ballet deep in my heart." Your feet did its thing, they stepped this way, they skipped that way.
You spun Hyuka around, laughing along with him, sand flitting around, your hair in your face but it didn’t matter that neither of you were completely off-beat because you were having fun.
The variations of ballet and hip-hop dancing are so unfittingly perfect, so freeing, so you.
Memories rush back to you like wildfire.
The classroom, the mystery notebooks, the noisy corridor, the tree, the rainy day at the bus stop, Huening Kai.
Huening Kai, who was a small corgi with a dream to be a star, turned into a golden retriever idol with the same heart of gold. The same boy who you parted ways with after graduating high school but never parting ways with you.
Everything was a massive blur. One moment, you're under that tree talking with your best friend Hyuka, the next moment you're alive and free and so happy in this empty sunset beach. One moment you are comforting this poor soaked boy at the bus stop, the next moment he's a full grown man holding your arms swaying to the rhythm.
The song closes, and you're standing right as the waves hit your shins in sync.
Your heart is pounding, it's pounding so loud but it feels so good to be young and free again. You walk further away from the shore, not looking or going anywhere in particular. You pant, not able to take a breath.
Just then, your feet left the ground.
"Hyuka- HYUKA PUT ME DOWN!"
Hyuka lifted you up bridal style, with such ease as if you were nothing but a hydrogen atom, running back to the waves.
You want to punch him. He was running at Godspeed, and. You didn't want to get your outfit wet.
But he's too pure to be punched.
BUT YOU WANT TO PUNCH HIM SO BADLY. "WAS THIS YOUR MASTER PLAN ALL ALONG???"
Hyuka wheezed hard, not having heard you scream this loudly up until this point.
"YOU'LL NEVER KNOW-!" Just as he screamed, he slipped and fell frontwards into the waves, him too getting all soaked in sea water. Now both of you looked like something out of the Titanic.
"DUMBASS!" You shrieked, but Hyuka couldn't hear you... because he was in the water... and couldn't get out for some apparent reason. "Oh." You got your hands around his waist and pulled him out, "Hyuka, you okay?"
Hyuka held onto your arms, cheeks red, cackling like a maniac. "I wasn't supposed to fall. I swear I did that accidentally on purpose."
You knew he did that on purpose. As you dragged your bedraggled corgi out of harm's way, where the knee-deep waves can't drown him, you... you wanted to say something.
You had to say something. The words 'I love you' didn't feel right. You had to say something else, something more.
The sun dipped halfway into the horizon, the sky frosted in thin clouds. It was just you and Hyuka, Hyuka and you. You never felt more at peace... with someone.
You squeezed his waist tightly, not too tight so he won’t choke, just enough to get him to notice, which he did.
"Never leave me, Hyuka."
Hyuka fell silent for a moment, letting those words melt into his head.
Because he understood just how important those words mean to you and him. "I love you too."
Epilogue
A couple months go by.
Huening Kai walked down the pavement, heart pounding in anticipation.
It wasn't hard to find the signing for your second published book, not when the entire bookstore was plastered in eye-catching posters and, moreover, crowds of fans lined up for an autograph, to be able to see you.
Huening Kai didn't have to wait, though. As per your request, he could skip the line and get a pre-signed copy... for free.
He bragged about this to the other members, to which they said things such as 'aww she's so sweet' (everyone) or 'why can't I get my own copy?' (Beomgyu) or 'dumbass, we could just share.' (Yeonjun to Beomgyu).
Huening Kai waddled into the bookstore, ignoring the quizzical stares he got from people. The line wasn't any shorter inside.
Huening Kai's jaw dropped. If it detached from his skull, it would be rolling off the floor like unraveling the red carpet. The line was so huge your signing podium was on the second floor. That's right, the line continued as he crab-walked up the stairs.
And there you were: In a suit, taking pictures with fans, piles of books resting on both your sides.
Huening Kai never saw you in a suit, but he must admit, you rock a suit better than he ever could.
He shifted towards you.
You look up, pleased.
"It is I."
You stared at him with an expectant gleam in your eyes. "Hello, my little corgi." Then you passed him what seemed like... a violet parcel tied with twine? "A special copy for a special person." You winked so very discreetly.
He nodded, bowing down before you. Like. Full on kneeling, hands together, forehead kissing the ground type of bowing. "I am honored."
As he was still on his knees, you whispered, "Meet me at the cafe."
He nodded once more. "Good luck with your signing."
He walked away, vanishing into the crowd, leaving you just as you saw him. But that’s okay. You’ll see each other… in a while...
An hour or so had passed. Or maybe two. Perhaps three.
Huening Kai stayed put in the cafe, the ice cubes that once piled in your matcha latte he bought for you now melting away. He read three chapters of your newly published book, which, wasn't a world record for speed reading or anything, but he enjoyed his 'mysterious cafe booktok girl' moment while it lasted. Because of you, he got motivated to indulge into this new cozy hobby.
Huening Kai yawned, not because the story was particularly boring, he just needed a break. He stared at the violet parchment paper and unraveled twine, sitting on the edge of the table.
A special copy for a special person.
He folded the paper neatly, spun the twine over his fingers, then snuck it in his pocket for safe keeping. He couldn’t just throw it away, he thought.
Finishing the remnants of his grape smoothie, having nothing better to do, he scrolled through the book, flipping pages mindlessly, checking each and every minor detail: The title of each page, a font change, an image, a picture of him and you on the beach he never forgot taking-
Wait-
He flipped the pages back, nose butting in the spine of the book. His eyes locked on that one page.
That one,single page.
'Dedicated to Hyuka'
He closed the book.
Opened it.
Closed it again.
A minute passes by. Maybe two. Perhaps three.
He opened the book.
He got to that page.
And once he got there, he couldn't rip his eyes off the picture. Its printing quality is spot on and the both of you look so so pretty and he couldn't be any happier.
Back when he had black hair, back when your hair too was long as a ghost's in need of a fresh chop.
Back when you were in an author slump and he was in need of- he choked, and not in a bad way- you.
Curious (and also not ready to read the hell of a paragraph underneath the picture), he turned to the acknowledgements section to see if you spared any comments for him.
You did.
To Hyuka, the boy who taught me how to dance, I thank you for bringing this book (and its author) to life.
His heart thawed when reading that.
So he read the sentence.
Over and over.
And over again.
How were you able to make him feel this way?
How could he be this lucky?
He forced himself not to curl the pages, a bad habit of his, because. This book was just too precious. If he left even one page damaged, wrinkled, unstraight, he'd sob knowing the fact he practically ruined the most precious gift you could offer.
He flipped to the next page.
That page.
The page.
Years ago, this boy came to me. He was the only person who ever cared for my writing back then, the only person who believed in me. He helped bring this book to life, and the book before that, and older works I haven't gotten to publishing yet. He encouraged me to partake in my other hobbies too, to give them more attention. Because of him, he ignited my love for writing and ballet. He's quite literally my will to live. I appreciate him more than words can say for simply existing as the same timeline as me. Hyuka, you helped me so, so much. Even if you think you're doing the bare minimum, just know, bare minimum isn't really common these days, as well as endless gratitude. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
His fingers stayed clamped to the page. Why were you such a good writer? How did you know the exact words to not only translate the fictional world from your mind to paper but also the exact words to make your best friend cry?
"Hyuka! Hey, sorry to keep you waiting. The fame is really getting to me." You fanned your hand. "My hands hurt from all that signing."
Huening Kai almost fell off his chair.
He sucked back his tears. Act normal. "Y/ndon'tscaremelikethateveragainplease."
Somehow, you were able to make up most of what he was saying. "I texted you that I'll be here soon though, didn't you see?"
He did not. "Sorry. I was reading your, uh, masterpiece hehe."
"Oooo d'you like it so far?" And then you kicked it off from there, rambling about your book, the signing, and random topics here and there.
Huening Kai forgot he was crying for a second, but his heart still remained sore, his body still tender from reading that paragraph. No birthday wish or late night appreciation text on WhatsApp could top that off. He wants to hug you so bad right now.
"Hey, Hyuka?"
"Hm?" He still has that angelic smile, even when he's in pain (the good type of pain) on the inside.
"Wanna go to the beach again?"
He choked. "Of course. Uh, when though?"
"Right now."
He blinked. "... Right now?"
"It'll make my book signing day even better." A pause. "I mean- this is very short notice and maybe bad timing if you think about it actually but-"
"Yes," He spoke quietly at first, "please, let's go."
You blinked at him. "Wait really?" With how busy the both of your schedules were, what are the chances the two of you would-
"Yes really! I want to dance with you. Be it ballet, or hip hop. In another universe maybe we could be dancing together all the time." His voice cracked. "Do you know how much I..." It's been so long since Huening Kai has ever felt this small, since Huening Kai felt so... appreciated. The type of appreciation that isn't related to his work or his face but him. He sunk back into his seat, eyes distancing off of you. "Is this what you felt when I asked you on that beach escape?"
You stared at him, wondering if he'll ever look back up. It, too, has been a long time since you've seen Huening Kai like this. "Hyuka, I'm sorry I don't-"
Hyuka waved his hands around, "No. Don't be sorry I- I was sputtering nonsense I-"
"No, no, you weren't saying nonsense Hyuka." You started. "I felt really happy when you asked me on that beach escape. It's like... The feeling transcends words, the burst of energy I felt, the rush of old memories with you, the way I can feel my heart pound loudly in my chest again." You smiled, and it meant the world to Hyuka.
Huening Kai couldn't wait any longer, he knew just what he had to do.
Huening Kai grabbed his drink. He didn't have a speaker, so he settled with his phone. He reached his hand out. "What are we waiting for?"
You stared back at the boy, now a man, in front of you. "Let's go."
When was the last time you felt happy?
The ground shifts from soil to sand, the sunset is more orange than pink at this hour.
You look at Huening Kai.
The image of a fifteen year old boy smiled back at you.
You whisper to him now, “Meet me at the shore”
a/n: I spent about a month and a half writing and perfecting this piece to the best of my capabilities, but even then, I wasn't so strict with myself on this piece, because, that's quite literally my point of writing this: To have fun. to let loose, to enjoy writing again.
I do genuinely hope this fic makes all the tired, underappreciated artists out there feel more loved and respected; I genuinely hope this work has touched the hearts of those lonely souls in need of a friend, seriously, you guys are so independent and such awesome people, it baffles me how you haven't found your special someones yet; and to all the ningdungies who came here for Huening Kai, thanks for stopping by, I hope this fic fed your hyuka-content-deprived souls *brings forth spoon and bowl*nomnomnomnom*
Thank you for reading up until this point, I greatly appreciate you and hope you stay tuned for more!!
Reblog and review if you like my work 🫶🫶 they are greatly appreciated!!
#tomorrow by together#txt#huening kai x reader#hueningkai x y/n#hueningkai x reader#hueningkai#huening kai x y/n#huening kai x you#huening kai imagine#huening kai#huening kai fluff#txt fluff#tomorrow x together#txt soft hours#heuningkai
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Xavier photo credit to @snailsarecute
The most dreaded Pirate on the Seven Seas was called The Raven. She captained the Nevermore, the swiftest vessel known to man, and it was told that she could command the storm and fog. Where she plundered, no one ever saw her coming and she left devastation in her wake. When they saw the black sails, they knew it was too late.
The stories said she was the daughter of Calypso, goddess of the sea and apprenticed under Circe, a sea witch.
Whole towns would be murdered, stripped of their wealth and supplies. The Raven had a habit of leaving only one survivor, someone to tell the tale of her nefarious deeds.
Xavier was told it was all rubbish and that he had nothing to fear as Port Jericho was the most well protected settlement in the New World. His father, Governor Vincent Thorpe, was teaching him to take over one day, and even had designs to import a Lady from England to be his wife.
He dreaded the day when Lady Bianca Barclay would sail to the New World to be his bride. He never told anyone, but he had dreams of sailing to Paris to study art. Sometimes he would fantasize about stowing away and never looking back, to go on a grand adventure and see something other than Jericho.
One night, drawing the beauty of the stars on a moonless night, he wished he could escape his fate.
He should have been more specific, as the next night, fog rolled in. The pitch-black sails of the Nevermore blended in with the dark wine sea. Port Jericho was bombarded with cannon fire and every weapon of His Majesty’s Navy failed before the Nevermore.
Wolves the size of bears tore through the town and men and women with razor sharp fangs feasted on the townsfolk’s necks.
A massive raven flew overhead as Xavier tried to fight the pirates who invaded his home with his sabre. He and his father were taken prisoner as they were overwhelmed by the enemy.
A dark beauty walked with the grace of a panther through the town to the Governor’s mansion on the hill. She had one of the wolves by her side and a young man Xavier’s age on the other.
As they got closer, Xavier thought he must be losing his mind as the wolf turned into a girl with pink and blue hair. The boy had serpentine eyes with diamond slits. The great raven circled down and perched on the Pirate Queen’s shoulder.
His heartbeat even faster as her dark eyes playfully looked him up and down, she seemed amused at seeing the proud Governor and his son kneeling before her.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty thing?” she purred when she came before him, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at her. “Such lovely green eyes, don’t you agree Ajax?” she asked over her shoulder to her companion.
“Yeah, I’d say they’re real pretty,” he agreed.
“I think yours are prettier,” the wolf girl said to the other pirate and then wantonly kissed him as she threw herself into his arms. He returned the kiss just as passionately and neither could stop admiring the other while the whole town wept and screamed for mercy.
The Raven toyed with them, teasing them of their dire fate. Somehow she had noticed Xavier’s art and admired his work.
“An artist? Where did an artist learn how to use a sword as you do? I heard you gave my men quite the fight.”
He didn’t dignify the question with an answer, he merely stared long ahead and decided he would try to die with as much of his pride intact as he could.
His stubbornness charmed her, she ghosted her finger along his neck, admiring his strong jawline. She smiled as he shivered from her mere touch and his eyes blazed unwillingly with want.
“You’ll come with me,” she decided, she promised him, “You can paint and draw new lands, and maybe I’ll even model for a few.”
Her lascivious smirk told him perhaps her modeling would be clothing optional.
He told her he’d come willingly and without a fight if she spared his father. She always left at least one witness, so she agreed.
Jericho was stripped of all its wealth and not a soul left alive other than Vincent Thorpe.
As they sailed off,
“Why do you kill everyone in town? Why such brutality?”
“My crew must feed. The vampires need the blood, the wolves need hearts and livers, and the Gorgons need the flesh. We are merely feeding and defending our home. You may call this the New World but trust me when I say it was well occupied for thousands of years before your people even dreamed of crossing the ocean.”
Perhaps he should have felt more guilty for the people in Jericho that had perished, but perhaps the Raven had a point. These Outcasts they called themselves, had a right to protect their own land and seas.
The captain brought him to her quarters, guiding him to her bed as she stalked him like prey and he walked backwards, mesmerized by her heated gaze. He fell back onto the mattress and she tore open his shirt as she straddled his waist. He gasped at the feeling of her weight upon him,
“Are you a maiden?” she questioned him above him, her hands freely roaming his exposed chest.
“Yes,” he gasped as she teased him, seeing no need to be embarrassed or lie. He was certain she could otherwise tell.
“Do you wish not to be?” she was giving him one chance to reject her advances.
He decided that he did not wish to hold onto his maidenhead and that she was everything he had wished for. An escape from his fate and a grand adventure. He answered her by leaning up into her kiss and letting her tear at the rest of his clothes.
The next morning with stark love bites all along his neck and visible on his chest where his new shirt opened, the crew of the Nevermore howled in delight and teased him as his face turned a charming rosy hue.
Wednesday, he had learned her name last night, gave a Cheshire smile and thoroughly enjoyed her newest stolen treasure.
#Wenvier#Wenvier Moodboard#Fanfic Inspo#Wednesday Addams#Xavier Thorpe#Enjax#Ajax Petropolus#Enid Sinclair#Wednesday Addams x Xavier Thorpe#Ajax Petropolus x Enid Sinclair#Pirates
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Another random thought about Jackie, Nori and the chaos crew
Please... please imagen the following. I'm dying of this thought.
So:
Jackie, Nori and Mamá are standing in the kitchen and chat.
The chaos crew said they would cook today because of a reason I can't think of. Anyway, Jackie and Nori are cooking right now, making salat while Mamá stands around, sipping her coffee while music is running over the speaker that are scattered around the house. Its A mix of everyones music so there are a LOT of genre.
After a while, "Encanto" music starts playing and Mamá is like:
"Oh, that was the cute film with the people with the magic powers. I liked that wall guy. What was his name? Bruno."
Nori looking serious at her. Saying: We don't talk about bruno"
To activate the song, emotionless.
"We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no!
We don't talk about Bruno... "
Jackie and Nori start to dance and lipsync to the song perfectly as Felix and Pepa. Singing their verses to Mamá who just stands there and shakes her head with a smile.
"but!
It was my wedding day
It was our wedding day
We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky
No clouds allowed in the sky
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin-
Thunder!
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says, "It looks like rain"
Why did he tell us?
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day... but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no!
We don't talk about Bruno!"
"You two spent too much time together. Why don't you finally get to-"
From the back of the kitchen island appears Valerie out of thin air.
"Hey! Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch"
While doing so, she salts the food!
"It's a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?"
Now Mamá is like "What the heck" but still smiling while she watches Val doing her part.
But then Vincent comes in from the next room:
"A seven-foot frame
Rats along his back
When he calls your name
It all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams
And feasts on your screams"
Together they stand in front of Mamá now:
"We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no!
(We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no!)
We don't talk about Bruno"
While they do a random taking role with the fish and so on part, mama walks out. Declaring that she has no idea what she landed in.
THEN SUDDENLY!
Kerry stopping her as she wanted to go to the livingroom:
"He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow, like the grapes that thrive on the vine"
Valerie walking past them, reaching for something that isn't there:
"He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach
Betrothed to another
It's like I hear him now"
Kerry now looking bitchi at Mamá:
Hey sis', I want not a sound out of you!
(Val in the Background) it's like I can hear him now
I can hear him now.
Now all of them are dancing around the table they are setting and bringing the ready food to while singing the last part together.
Mamá is sitting on the couch, watching them like:
"I shouldn't have talked about Bruno..."
I was standing at the bus station when the song came on my phone and this scenario in my head. It was a BLAST.
#cyberpunk 2077#jackie welles#oc: elenore “nori” finch#Mamá Welles#Valerie#Vincent#Kerry Eurodyne#absolute random thoughts#I love my imagination
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A seven-foot frame
Rats along his back
When he calls your name
It all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams
And feasts on your screams
The Guardians describing Pitch
#source: song#rise of the guardians#rotg#incorrect rotg quotes#incorrect rise of the guardians quotes#incorrect quotes#dreamworks animation#dreamworks#guardians#north#nicholas st. north#bunnymund#e. aster bunnymund#tooth#toothiana#sandy#sanderson mansnoozie#jack frost#jackson overland frost#pitch#pitch black#mine#encanto#we don't talk about bruno
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A seven-foot frame
Rats along his back
When he calls your name
It all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams
And feasts on your screams
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