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melrodrigo · 11 months

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Lovesick - W.A.

Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Wednesday are polar opposites. Do they really attract?

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Request from ages ago, I didn’t proofread this. Please excuse any mistakes. Happy reading! <3

Wednesday had a problem.

When Wednesday had first transferred to Nevermore, and gotten the infamous Enid welcome and introduction, she couldn't have cared less about you.

"That is Bianca Barklay, the closest thing to Nevermore royalty they'll ever be."

Then Enid pointed to a girl sitting next to Bianca, staring at the bubbles in the water fountain with intrigue.

"And that, is YN. She's the school heartthrob. It's just impossible to not love her, you'll see."

"She looks like a mushroom." Wednesday replied dryly, swiftly turning on her heel and heading back to her dorm.

"She's a sweetheart. Everyone likes her. You'll find out what I mean. I'm always right!" Enid shouted out, before quickly catching up and walking side by side with the goth.

Enid had warned that this would happen. God, how was Enid right?

Wednesday's frown only grew deeper as she thought back to the moments you've shared over the past year.

"Hey, you must be Wednesday right? New girl?"

All you got in return was a curt nod.

"Allllright, I get it, you don't wanna talk. Trust me I get it, I was so silent the first week here, some people thought I was mute!"

Silence.

You frown a bit but redirect your focus to the teacher emerging from the door.

"Enid I do not understand why I have to suffer not only with you, but her. I was content just sitting down in the dorm and practicing my cello."

The werewolf had recently gotten three free passes to Jericho, and decided to drag both you and Wednesday out for a cup of coffee.

"I hate to agree with her Enid, but I really have a lot of biology homework to do." You mused from behind, still sore from fencing class you had that day.

"Oh come on! It's good for you two to bond. My two besties, we're gonna be so cool together!" Enid makes an excited sound, "We should come up with a group name!"

When Wednesday quips back that she'd rather die in a long long torturous death (which she'd probably enjoy) instead of have a group name, you can't help but snort in agreement.

You shoot Wednesday a look, small smile playing on your lips.

Ever since that first day at Jericho, Enid had you guys connected by the hip. Unwillingly.

But as the days went on, Wednesday found out you weren't so bad.

She was particularly late to lunch today, catching up with updates on the hyde case.

In fact, she was debating skipping lunch all together. But as she glanced over to the pentagon, a hand shot up along with a shout.

"Wednesday! Over here!" You were waving your hand wildly, gesturing for her to walk over.

Wednesday bit back a sigh as she moved towards you, and to her surprise, there was one empty seat opposite of you, plate full, apple on the side.

"I got some lunch for you. Oh and a plain granola bar, I see you always like eating them." You tell her absentmindedly, munching on a sloppy joe.

Wednesday hesitates, before saying a quiet thank you.

"It's my pleasure Wends. So, how's the hyde case going?"

You both don't mention the fact you used a nickname to address her. She sighs, she supposed it was nice of you to get her lunch, so she tells you about the case.

"It's going well YN, I've just had a breakthrough......"

"Come on Wends, pleaseee? I really really really wanna go to The Weathervane."

You stare at Wednesday with your famous puppy eyes, and see Wednesday's glare soften just the slightest bit.

"I....suppose we can go in a few hours. After I've finished my writing hour, I have hyde business to do there anyway." She says, even though she'd already taken care of the issue already.

"Could you help me study for midterms? I do not understand anything for the life of me." You whine and throw the book back on her bed. Flopping onto the soft fabric dramatically.

"Bring it with you to the Weathervane." Wednesday says sharply, and returns back to her typewriter.

"Sucky Birthday to you Wednesday! Come, follow me." You squeal excitedly, reaching for the goth and pulling her by the wrist.

Physical touch has come sort of, natural to you with Wednesday. You were a naturally touchy person anyway, but when you were around Wednesday everything felt very...heightened.

Hm, I wonder what that is.

Wednesday was constantly complaining about your intense need to be touching her at all times, but she never actually pulled away when you did; and you're well aware she could if she wanted to.

"Where are we going?" She asks, tone somewhat annoyed.

You turn to her and smile; so bright Wednesday swears light shone through your teeth.

"Grave digging!"

Wednesday's eyebrows twitches in amusement, a small but noticeable movement. You've become sort of professional in her mannerisms over the past few months.

"I knew you'd like it. Come on." You say, practically sprinting to your destination. It's not a smart move, and you stumble over your own feet; arms still connected with Wednesday's.

You fall flat on your back into the soft grass, Wednesday on top of you.

She looks so good, the moonlight shining on her face. You steal a glance at her lips.

She's staring at you with wide eyes, arms on both sides of your face. Her braids frame your head a little.

She coughs awkwardly, then gets up and looks the other way.

You follow suit, trying to calm down your racing heart.

"Ooookay. Let's- let's get grave digging now." You say finally, watch as Wednesday walks toward you but avoids your eye.

She's grateful it's dark out, or else you would've seen the red coating her ears. And when you reach for her wrist she pulls back, afraid you'll be able to feel her racing heart.

It's parent's day. The long awaited dreadful day where Wednesday has to talk to her parents.

They'll be able to tell right away, she has no doubt. She's lovesick.

They’d see right through her. They're like magic love wizards in that way.

"You ready Wends?" You muse from behind her, take her hand in yours. You were currently situated in her dorm room, the two of you alone; waiting for your parents to come.

"No." She replies, but not in a sarcastic or dry way. She sounds kind of...scared.

You poke her cheek and watch as she tries and swat your hand away.

"You look a little on edge." You observe, staring at the hairs on the back of her neck.

She's a little afraid if she tells you why she's nervous for this specific meeting she'll let it slip that she might've accidentally caught feelings for you.

Ugh. Feelings.

It's come to the point where she can actually say she has feelings for you. It’s pathetic, and quite frankly sickening.

"I'm fine. Let's just get this over with." She grumbles, and bursts through the door; leaving you standing dumbly in her room.

"Wednesday, darling how have you been?" Her mother drawls, smile on her lips as she speaks.

"I've been good mother. Apart from the gigantic monster that's trying to kill me. Actually, I think I'm having lots of fun." Wednesday says, looking over her moms shoulder to spy on you.

Just a little bit.

You look lively, and happy. It makes her feel weird in her tummy.

"My little storm cloud, what are you looking at?" Her father asks, watching Wednesday with keen eyes. It wouldn't be obvious to anyone else, but Addams were very observatrice people, and he could tell straight away when Wednesday has lost focus.

He follows his daughters gaze to a certain werewolf. He has to blink one more time to make sure he's not seeing things.

“Oh," He smiles, soft. "I see what's going on."

Wednesday turns sharply, face impassive.

"You don't see anything." She says hotly. Too fast for her normal speech.

Her mom smirks, catching on quick.

"Oh sweetie, we think it's cute. Our little storm cloud is in love." They coo, leaning forward to whisper with Wednesday.

The black hair girl scoffs, and folds her arms in front of her chest.

"I am not in love. I do not know what you are talking about." She replies.

"Sure you don't." Pugley adds, peeping in between his parents.

Wednesday suddenly feels hot underneath their gaze. She gets up abruptly, tilts her face up in hopes for some high ground.

"You all annoy me. This is why I don't write to you." She says before turning on her heel and heading over to you.

You stare at her with curious eyes as she walks toward you. Stops in front of you, hands stiff like a soldier.

"Hey? Whatcha doing?" You ask, pat the seat next to you. She ignores the feeling of something fluttering in her stomach when you accidentally touch fingertips.

"I would like to stay here with you. If you do not mind. My parents are being...unreasonable." She says, picking her words carefully.

You chuckle, smile softly.

"Of course you can stay here Wednesday. Come, come meet my family."

Wednesday’s heart almost jumps out her chest. She's really not one to be scared easily, but this was easily one of the most intense moments of her life.

She usually didn't care if anyone didn't like her, but there was an underlying nagging feeling that told her this was important. Your family was an essential part of you, and if she wanted to win you over; she had to win over your family too.

"I can't wait."

#tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x you

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witheringwidgetwrites · 8 months

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If I may do a request, how would the Brothers/Datables help out an MC who’s sick?

totally nonny' thanks for your request!! ♥️

This is based off of just general sickness, maybe food poisoning or a common cold, whichever.

tw for vomit? that should be it

LMK if yall wanna see the younger brothers!

LUCIFER

As soon as you start to grow on him, you come down with some sort of human sickness. Before now, he couldn't be bothered to help you himself, but when he finds you feverish, and your skin sticky, he's regretful that he can't stay longer.

50/50 chance of him having you rest in your own bed, or resting in his study on the couch so he can watch over you. Regardless of if he's having one of his brothers watch you, he definitely comes in to check on you every 1-2 hours.

Makes sure you're loaded with fluids, checks your temp every 6 hours, definitely finds medications for you, Tylenol, ibeauprofen, whatever he thinks is best.

As you grow even closer, he lets you rest in his room. you're more likely to go undisturbed, and his sheets are a mix of satin and silk, very comfortable. Ends up insisting on it so his brothers can't bother you.

Overall, 7.5/10. He is quick to help, but can't tend to you at all really. You don't have to ask him for anything either.

MAMMON

He takes you on your first initial date, and kisses you your bedroom goodnight. He's almost overly kind and romantic, his face flushed the entire time. You get food poisoning from the restaurant.

H finds out when he's burst into the bathroom and you're sitting on the floor next to the toliet, one hand pushing your hair back and the other on the toilet brim.

Even if you aren't super close, he'll hold your hair back. He's just more delicate if you're in a relationship. Also more scared and worried for you.

Gets quickly roped into a holistic therapy wellness pyramid scheme. He saunters in with a look that says, 'i am your savior, bow to me' and surprisingly it makes things worse because you have a slight allergic reaction. He feels awful.

Kind of panics at first, you'll have to explain that you're not dying. He brings up the prospect of seeing the TOP doctor of Devildom almost every hour. Diavolo wouldn't mind and you both know it.

Probably kicks back with you in your room, his hands shake a little when he tried to be forward and move your hair out of your face. Definitely is outright to ask what you need.

Overall, 5/10. Wastes money on the scheme but it's from a good place. You also have to ask him for what you need. But it can be a little annoying when you have snot hanging from your nose while he stares at you, and you have to specifically ask for a tissue.

LEVIATHAN

You had been fairly close friends for a couple months at this point, and it was obvious to everyone around you that he had the hots for you.

The one time he leaves his room, he comes to find you after you didn't answer his text, self deprecating thoughts loomed in the background and were quickly about to make him change his mind until he heard heavy breathing

"MC, you okay?" "Yeah sure, you can come in."

He found you sitting by the floor with a trashcan in front of you, leaning forward with both elbows propped up on the can.

During your sickness, he's got no qualms about asking Satan for help. He's quick to find medicine, wether it be from a nearby human novelty shop or from Lucifer, he's definitely averting his eyes while he hands it to you.

He offers to leave, but is elated when you ask him to stay with you. You see a small smile poke at his cheek. He sits next to you while you lay there, but turns his face away when you start to heave, and rubs your back out of instinct.

Overall, 6/10. He'll do almost anything you ask. But you have to ask. He will go out of his way to get you back to feeling better if he can though.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #mammon x reader #lucifer x reader #fluff

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hwaslayer · 10 months

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project: make you love me (jyh) | two.

♣︎ spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 3.6k

—chapter content/warnings: nothing too bad since we're still in the beginning stages of things lol, cussing, friends being supportive, friends being instigators and projecting!!, hwa still being hwa, yunho being shy and awkward but very caring

You scrambled to get your literature review done, almost forgetting that you had to send it to Yunho before officially submitting it to your professor. It's a bit past midnight when Seonghwa decides it's time to drop you off— even if it gets incredibly late, he'd prefer to drop you off at home rather than let you stay.

All Seonghwa's bullshit plans.

You yawn as you quietly step into your shared apartment, careful not to wake your roommates as you pull out your laptop and finish your lit review on the kitchen island in the dark. It fucking sucks that absolutely nothing is coming to you for this review because now, Yunho is probably going to think you're just flat out dumb for not being able to see what everyone else sees.

"Hey." You whip your head up so fast you almost give yourself whiplash. Seungmin groggily walks out of his room and into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. "Why are you working out here in the dark? Did you just get home?" You nod.

"Mhm. Forgot I had to finish that literature review and send it to Yunho."

"Forgot already?"

"Shut up, okay? Not my favorite assignment to work on. Besides, I wanna give him some time to review it and chew my ass if he needs to. Rather him than Dr. Nelson at this point." You type away, probably hella nonsense and gibberish about the movie at this point.

"Hm." Seungmin hums as he quickly drinks his water. "Don't stay up too late."

"I won't. Just gonna give this a few more words then send it off." You sigh. God, you almost regret asking Yunho [out of all people] for help. He's super smart and he always knows what he's doing. Was this the right route to go? Maybe you should've just asked Dr. Nelson and dealt with it.

"Mkay. Goodnight then, Y/N." Seungmin yawns as he drags himself back to his shared room with Soobin. You decide that you're gonna take another 10 minutes to finish off the review, giving it everything you can think of right now. If it needs tweaking or any additional details, Yunho can surely step in and help. You feel exhaustion hitting you quickly, giving your review the last bout of energy you have left before you shower and call it a night.

"Done." You say to yourself, sending it off to Yunho as an attachment.

He probably won't look at this until later.

You make sure to double check your emails and assignments, keeping track of everything that's due and needs to be turned in—

Ding.

You peep the notification that pops up on the bottom right of your laptop screen.

"1 New Email from: Jeong Yunho ([email protected])"

"What the fuck?" You mutter to yourself. It hasn't been a whole 10 minutes since you sent the email. You click on the notification anyway, letting it bring you to the new email in your student inbox.

— do you have time to meet really quickly later today? i wanna go over your review with you. cool if you can't though, just prefer to talk to you in person instead of marking up your page without any explanation to back it up.

You sigh and sit there, trying to remember your schedule for tomorrow. You do have a 45 minute break in between your morning classes. Hopefully, he's free.

— sure! i'm free from 10:15-11. does that work for you?

"1 New Email from Jeong Yunho ([email protected])"

— yup, i don't have class till after lunch. i'll be working at one of the booths in the library.

You sit back and respond, feeling a bit of relief.

— cool, see you. :) thanks for your help.

Yunho sits at his desk, feeling a bit awkward and nervous even though you can't see him right now. It's probably a little pathetic at how quick he opened up your email, but to be fair, you seemed like you really needed the help and that's what he wanted to give you. You aren't necessarily writing bad reviews, since you're hitting all the right points. But, he has Dr. Nelson figured out. He doesn't want just the facts— he wants you to think outside of the box, write out the emotions, feelings, outcomes of all the actions, give examples, state what your thoughts are on how this effects the surroundings, other characters. You just need to add that little umph to your reviews and give him more than the bare minimum. Yunho gets it though, it's not easy to tap into that all the time. That's why he's here to help.

He's hoping he can be the help you need.

"Did you come in pretty late last night or was Seungmin sleep walking?" Soobin scratches the side of his head as the two of you walk towards the library.

"No, that was me." You chuckle.

"Did Seonghwa at least walk you to the door? Cause that's late."

"Yeah right." You scoff and Soobin shakes his head. "Whatever though, he drops me off as close as possible to our building."

"Still. He should at least walk you halfway."

"Mm, yeah." Is all you respond with. "Anyway, lunch later? I have to meet with Yunho to talk about this review."

"Oh? You're actually meeting with him? That's new. I feel like that's something out of the ordinary for Yunho."

"He asked if we could so that he could explain better instead of just marking up my review."

"That's nice of him."

"Yeah, hopefully I'm not too much of a pain in the ass."

"Doubt it. You just need a little guidance, that's all. Sure he'll be super helpful." Soobin smirks. "He seems to not go out of his way for people, maybe he likes you."

"Are you serious right now? All because I need help over a literature review." Soobin laughs.

"Just saying. I already like Yunho way more than Seonghwa."

"Okay, I'm leaving. I'll see you later." You roll your eyes and enter the quieter side of the library where the booths are located. It's easy to spot Yunho, especially with that towering figure of his even while sitting. Today, he's wearing a navy and white flannel, with a grey shirt underneath. His hair falls to his face as he leans over to write some notes. He has one finger placed on a page in his textbook, while the other hand is busily writing away. He glances to and from every now and then, only looking up at his surroundings when he feels you approaching.

"Um, hi." You awkwardly stand near the booth with your books tucked against your chest. He simply looks at you before giving you a tiny, pursed smile and returning his attention to his books.

"Hey." He moves his book and notebook closer to himself in order to give you some room. "Sorry, just need to finish this right quick."

"That's okay. Take your time." You slide in awkwardly and set your books on the surface of the table. "Thanks for going over my review."

"No worries." He says softly before finishing up his notes and shutting his books closed. He brings out his laptop and types away to unlock it, pulling up your document before turning the laptop towards you. "So."

"Sorry, I know it was bad." You look at him, a little shy and embarrassed. He tilts his head a bit and furrows his brow while looking at you.

"Huh? No, it wasn't bad, Y/N." He lets out a small chuckle. "You're hitting the right points, Dr. Nelson is just super complex and wants you to use these facts a bit more." He points at a line in your review. "You talk about the characters feelings here after an upsetting moment, which is right. But, how does it affect their surroundings? Their actions, the people around them, what they get themselves into to cope. How does feeling bad branch out to all these things? Why? How does it contribute to their overall attitude, to the overall character?" You nod.

"It seems so easy to talk about, but I don't know why I have so much trouble doing it. I feel kinda dumb." He shrugs.

"You're not. You just have to dig into the details a little more and use those examples instead of staying safe and stating what we know already. It's easy to stay safe because you know what you're stating is gonna be right. Dr. Nelson just wants a little more than that, is all."

"Thanks, Yunho." He gives you a toothless smile.

"Of course. Uh," He scratches his temple. "Let's go through everything else? So, I can be of better help to you?" You nod.

"Only if you're okay with it."

"Yeah. Just wanna make sure I help you out correctly." He lets out a shy chuckle before thoroughly going through your literature review with you. He asks you the right questions, allowing you to edit your own document on his laptop while the two of you continue to converse. He shares his thoughts and the things he's included on his review, making it easier for you to understand what you were missing and leaving out in your own.

Literature was never your favorite. You partially didn't care enough to put in enough effort, hence the lack of patience and understanding with the assignments— the lack of patience and understanding with your own professor.

As 11 closes in, you sit and look at your fully edited review feeling content. You look at Yunho, a small toothless smile on your face while he awkwardly glances around the library to avoid long eye contact. He gently taps his hands against the surface of the table, waiting for you to break the silence.

Which, you eventually do.

Thank god.

"Yunho, I feel so much better about this." You slide the laptop over to him. "Thanks for helping me, seriously. I don't know what I'd do if I had to see Dr. Nelson's comments again."

"It's not a problem." He shrugs. "I um, can continue to look at your reviews if you want?" Your eyes light up as you nod delightfully.

"Really?"

"Sure."

"I have to repay you somehow, that's too much on your plate isn't it?"

"It's not. I wouldn't offer if it was." He chuckles a bit.

"Lunch one day?"

"You don't have to."

"I would like to. Or, if our schedules don't work, we can always meet for coffee and go in on the café desserts."

"Sounds good." He smiles and pulls out his phone to slide it towards you. "Mm, do you think I can grab your number? Sorry, don't mean to be lame about it. I just figured it'd be easier instead of emailing each other. Unless that's what you.. prefer?" You chuckle and shake your head.

"No, this is totally easier. Don't worry." You plug your number in before sliding it back to me. "There."

"That's me." He says after giving you a quick ring so you can save his number on your own phone. You start to gather your things to start heading to class when you hear a familiar laugh come from one of the aisles to your right. You turn over your shoulder to catch wind of the noise, finding Seonghwa deep in conversation with another classmate, another senior girl [actually this one is probably Hyeri?] She seems to be laughing at his jokes, even though they probably aren't that funny. Somehow, the way he looks at her [along with any other female who isn't you] breaks your heart.

Breaks your heart even though there isn't anything else left to break.

Seonghwa briefly makes eye contact with you before his eyes quickly dart to Yunho, then back to Hyeri in front of him. You quietly continue to gather your things and swallow the lump forming in your throat, unsure why you allow this feeling to completely ruin your mood. Yunho takes note, for sure though. Again, he's not sure if he should feel bad because you surely knew what it was like getting tangled with Seonghwa. That was no secret on campus. However, he's an empath, and seeing that you've been kind and calm around him— he can't help but feel bad. A tiny bit sad, upset even, that you continue to let yourself mess around with Seonghwa when you deserve so much more.

Yunho challenges Seonghwa a bit though, letting his eyes linger on him until Seonghwa breaks away first. He checks on you and parts his lips slightly because he wants to say something, anything— he's just not sure what. Eventually, he settles with:

"Are you okay?" It's clear you're not and Yunho immediately feels stupid as fuck for settling with that question.

"Hm, yeah. Just tired, is all." He nods, watching as you slide out of the booth and swing your bag strap over your shoulder.

"Don't hesitate to text me if you need anything else. I'll try and help." When he says it, he's hoping you can catch onto the fact that he's someone who could listen to your troubles. He's not good with words or opening up to people, but he thinks he could at least offer that after seeing the way you sank in front of him. His eyes dart back up to you when you tuck your books back to your chest and smile at him.

"I will. Thanks again, Yunho. Lunch or coffee soon, okay?" You say sweetly before leaving him back to his lonesome.

"How was your date with Yunho?" Soobin asks as he forks his salad and takes a big bite. You glare at him before shaking your head.

"This is how rumors spread, you idiot." Chaery smacks him on the back of the head, making him laugh but slightly wince in pain at the same time.

"I'll whoop your ass if you say that word and Yunho in the same sentence one more time." You roll your eyes. "My literature review session with him went fine. He did help me out a lot, practically added another page to my review from all the edits we made."

"That's good." Soobin says, laughing. "Are you gonna have him review your literature stuff from now on?"

"Probably, it comes so easy for him. Or, maybe I just lack the patience." You shrug. "But, his help would definitely be nice. I need to push my grade up."

"Mhm." Soobin wiggles his brows.

"He's pushing this Yunho agenda so much." You point at Soobin while looking at Chaery and she shrugs.

"I mean don't get me wrong, I'm on the same bloat." You glare at her. "But, I'm on your side more than anything!" She quickly bounces back, making you sigh.

"I give up." You mumble as you rest your chin on the palm of your hand. Suddenly, your phone vibrates off to the side, making you lazily tap your screen to see who the notification is from.

"Better not be Seonghwa." You glare at Chaery once again.

"I'm taking this to the couch." You stick your tongue out before grabbing your phone and walking over to the couch in the living room. Because it's not, and you don't really wanna deal with your teasing friends even more.

yunho: btw, i like this website if i don't really wanna dig too deep into the details

yunho: it's a good website that summarizes a lot of the themes in books, and they have a huge catalog

You smile and respond back, feeling appreciative that he thought of you.

yunho: srry for the triple text, hope i didnt bother

you: you didn't. thank you, yunho :) i'll bookmark this that way i won't have to bother you so much lol

yunho: you're not a bother haha but np. have a good night!

you: you too!

Then, another comes in. And of course it's Seonghwa. But, the message isn't your typical message, no. It's a message that easily rubs you the wrong way because why? Why does Seonghwa like to pull this shit?

seonghwa: since when did you talk to jeong yunho? lol

you: why does it matter?

seonghwa: it's a simple question?

you: you're ridiculous, you know? we're in the lit same class. again, not that it matters .. ?

seonghwa: how am i ridiculous? lol

you: whatever seonghwa

seonghwa: why are you upset, baby? i'm just asking. i don't see what yunho's point is

you: he has no point, he's just helping me out.

seonghwa: okay, sure lol do you wanna come over? could use your company ):

you: not tonight

you: maybe you can call hyeri, or whatever her name is. i'm spending time with my roommates

seonghwa: baby, seriously? i was talking to a classmate. can we not fight over dumb shit again?

you: goodnight seonghwa

You sigh out of irritation, tossing your phone aside. It's a bit close to 10pm, but you feel like getting some fresh air and taking a quick walk around the complex would do you some good.

"Chaery, can we take a walk?" She looks at you and nods.

"Sure."

"What about me?" Soobin asks with a mouth full.

"You're eating."

"I can take it with me."

"It's girl talk." He cringes a bit and shakes his head.

"Nevermind. Be safe, come back soon." You chuckle just as Chaery walks out of your shared room in a hoodie. She has one of your jackets in your hand, handing it over as she gets closer.

"It's a bit cold tonight. Jacket?"

"Thanks." You smile at her as you throw it on and zip it up, sliding into your slippers before walking out. Chaery is right; the air is colder, crisp. It has a little bite, especially against your skin. Chaery wraps her arm around yours, pulling you close for extra body heat.

"What happened, babe?"

"Huh?"

"You told Soobin it was girl talk." You laugh a bit and nod.

"Oh yeah, right. It is." You sigh as you hold her close. "Nothing, it's just Seonghwa. He texted me just to ask when I started talking to Yunho and what his point was. Got on my nerve."

"Ew, what's his problem? Y/N, seriously. You can do so much better than him. I know it's not easy, and I know he has his moments with you. But baby, you deserve someone who is always sure about you and who will be happy to flaunt you off."

"I know." You sigh. "It's like every time I think about leaving, he does something to keep me close."

"But, it shouldn't be this way, you know? You shouldn't have to wait for these moments. It should happen every day if he really cared about you."

"Yeah." Is all you can say because what can you say? It's hard to break it off with Seonghwa because this is your routine, something you've gotten used to— his presence is something you've gotten accustomed to. Even if it he isn't necessarily the best, he keeps you company. The kind of company that you like.

"How was meeting up with Yunho? Did he help you with your review?"

"A lot. He is super helpful, and he offered to keep helping me."

"Aw." Chaery giggles. "That is so sweet of him."

"He's actually really kind, and patient. I offered to take him out for lunch or something one day."

"Cute. Yeah, you should! Get to know him. Maybe he just needs a little pushing out of his shell, you know? You could probably help him in return." You shrug.

"Maybe? He's still—" Suddenly, Chaery's eyes shoot up to the figure ahead. She does a little gasp before making a cute noise and dragging you closer.

"Yunho!" She says, waving at him. He looks a little startled, but he stops in his tracks and waits with his hands in his pockets— a shy, small smile creeping at the corner of his lips. "Wait, oh my god! I didn't realize you lived here, too! I mean, so does the majority of campus, but still!" You sure as hell didn't know either, and you feel a bit bad that you just probably never noticed.

"Uh, yeah. I just live over there." He points at his building.

"Who do you live with?"

"Kang Yeosang." Chaery nods.

"Ah, cute. What a pair." You give her a look before shifting your attention back to Yunho. He quietly waits for the next part of the conversation, his eyes softly gazing over you.

You're cute.

"What are you doing out here this late?"

"Could ask the same for you two." He chuckles and nervously scratches at the nape of his neck. "I, uh, can't sleep sometimes. The walk kinda helps."

"Ah, I see. Makes sense."

"So.." He awkwardly says, shifting weight from one foot to another. "Also couldn't sleep?" You shrug.

"We just needed to get out and get some air." Chaery cuts in for a follow-up to avoid any Seonghwa talk. Though, she knows Yunho wouldn't do that to you.

"It's getting late though, and pretty cold."

"We're just gonna walk to the end then walk back."

"Hm, okay."

"It was nice running into you." Chaery smiles. "I hope you can get some rest tonight!"

"Hopefully. Have a good night." He looks at her, then you; he gives you a very tiny, very subtle nod of acknowledgement. With that, the two of you walk past to continue your walk, Chaery praising how gentle and good-looking Yunho is until the end of the walk. Yunho knows the community is safe, but he cuts his walk short just to head up to his building and get a better view of yours. He hangs over the railing near the stairs, catching sight of you and Chaery. He watches as you circle back around to your building, slowly heading up the stairs. He can hear your laughs from where he stands, and he's glad you seem to be okay tonight.

It's good that you have great friends by your side.

When your figures disappear into the hallway, Yunho feels content, relieved— knowing you've both made it safely home. He turns on his heel to make it to his own apartment, greeted by a dark living room with echoes of Yeosang yelling at his PC.

At least you're okay.

At least you're not outside, waiting in the cold.

At least you're with good company.

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jeweltherandomwriter · 1 year

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Studying

Mikey x male reader

Warnings: 3 (?) NSFW, cockwarming & teasing

Word count: 880

Manga ending spoilers

Request are open! (Please request from me I'm begging)

You where studying for an upcoming test you had and if you failed your professor was gonna fail you. So while in the middle of you studying Mikey came home from practice (idk if race car drivers practice!?) the race car driver had barley seen you all week he was preparing for an upcoming race and with you studying for your upcoming test you'd barley seen each other. So he was just pent up and when he walked into your shared room to see you studying he just sighed walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your sitting form.

You smiled and welcomed his touch, he started rubbing your chest it was weird but not unwelcomed until his hand trailed down to your stomach. Then lower to your crotch and you interrupted him "Mikey stop being a horndog I have to study or my professor will fail me" you whined "He's just as asshole baby and I miss you" Mikey whined back "Just wait till I'm done" you said. "Then cockwarm me" Mikey said and you could hear the smirk in his voice, who just says that anyway!? "Why so quiet hm?" Mikey said kissing your cheek then trailing his lips down to your neck kissing that sweet spot. "Fine" you whined out after all you where pent up to and how could you resist your boyfriend anyway, it was just cockwarming it can't be that bad right?

He pulled away from the kiss sitting down and bringing you with him, he pushed deeper into you if that was even possible and you moaned it felt so good- "Come on be a good boy and get back to studying you don't wanna fail do you baby?" He said leaning back in the chair. You forgot about studying you just wanted to cum but you'd fail if you didn't, but Mikey just felt so good in you. Mikey shifted sitting up making you whine and he wrapped his arms around you, he leaned forward and pointed down at the textbook on your desk making your eyes roll back his dick was pushing right on your sweet spot. "Come on let's study baby, you wanted to so bad didn't you?"

"Thought so" he said lifting you up so you could be seated on his lap and god you could feel his bulge on your ass it was so big- "Let's get these off" Mikey said unbuttoning your pants and unzipping them, lifting you up slightly to pull them down along with your boxers. "Aww look at you baby you're so hard, you must really miss me to huh?" He said as he reached into the top drawer of your desk to pull out the lube, groaning from feeling your bare ass rub against his bulge. He stood up bending you over the desk and god- forget about studying you just wanted him to fuck you right there bent over.

"None of that now" Mikey shushed you. You could hear him unzip his pants and pull his cock free, you then heard the lube bottle open and heard him squirt lube on his hand then putting it all over his cock. You felt him slide his dick between your ass cheeks then just when you thought he was about to put it in, he stared slapping the tip against your hole watching it clenching around nothing. "You want it?" Mikey said and you whined "If you want it you gotta use your words like a good boy" he said smirking, he was being such an asshole right now but if you wanted it you had to ask "Please Mikey I want it please put your cock in me I need it so bad" you said and you where getting desperate he could hear it in your voice. "Good boy" he praised pulling you up and kissing you and he just shoved his whole dick in you in one thrust. You groaned into the kiss he was so big, you felt so full.

You heard the lube cap open and he squirted some lube on his fingers, he started kissing and sucking on your neck and stared to prod his finger at your entrance. He pushed his finger in and you both groaned "You're so tight baby can't wait to be in you" Mikey said as he started thrusting his finger then adding another causing you to moan loudly. He started thrusting his fingers faster and sucking on your neck leaving hickeys, between him attacking your neck with his lips and his fingers in your ass you started moaning loudly. And when he added a third finger it felt like heaven, you where on cloud nine drooling on the desk you stared to feel the build up of an orgasm starting when Mikey pulled his fingers out. You whined at the loss of both his fingers and your orgasm.

You whined why was he being such a tease you shook your head no "No? You don't wanna study anymore too bad" he said kissing your cheek he then leaned back, put his hands on your hips and thrusted into you and then said "Come on baby let's get to studying." God you where gonna be in for a hell of a time.

Let me know if y'all want a part two 🫣

#tokyo revengers x male reader #mikey smut #mikey x male reader #mikey x male reader smut #tokyo revengers x male reader smut #mikey x you

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orphetoon · 18 days

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Ooh ur Dunmeshi/FMA AU has got my gears turning. (And the idea of the height genes being at war like that is so funny to me) Do you have many plot-related thoughts so far?

I could imagine they wanted to bring Trisha back but revival magic doesn’t really do anything outside the dungeon, so they go there to study how it works. I’d assume ancient/forbidden magic comes into play at some point? Does Al still get cursed somehow? How would a place where bringing back the dead seems so simple affect the boys stance on killing people?

(You don’t actually have to answer any of these. I’m just having fun playing in your little sandbox lol)

hello welcome to my sandbox hope u enjoy ur stay

gonna put everything under a read more cause i might spoil the later parts of dunmesh! warning unless you've finished the manga

okay so, in this au, due to differences in how the races age, even tho ed and al were still young when she died, trisha would've been fairly old for a halffoot. can't remember the exact age she had her kids in canon, but she was like. super young. even if we carry that over to fullmeal trisha and make her 14-15 at the time, bc children of two diff races grow slower, she would've been like. half foot middle aged at the time she died (not giving exact ages for all the elrics cause i don't wanna do math rn)

mostly, the brothers are in the dungeon the same way marcille is: to learn how to expand the life expectancy of the shorter lived races. cause even if they did bring their mom back, she would only have a decade or two left of natural life. bringing trisha back is sort of an unconscious wish (that the demon in this au def plays on :) )

i'm really on the fence abt turning al into a chimera in this au, cause at what point does it stop being an au where these characters are in a new world and starts being fullmetal alchemist but underground. if i do decide to do it, al's gettin chimera'd

i feel like they would still have issues with killing people. not monsters, and probably not humanoid monsters, but they're not killing people unless they really have to. they both know the spells to resurrect people, anyway, so if they really wanted to they could kill somebody and immediately bring them back to life

#dungeon meshi spoilers #fullmeal alchemist au

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nomazee · 10 months

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haii :3

could you write how shinsou would take care of a reader when they are sick :0

i’ve been a little sick this week so this would really cheer me up :D

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x reader

word count: ~800

content: sickfic AGUGHHH, friends-to-lovers slash unspecified relationship could be established could be not, cutesy, literally just fluff, vague mentions of puking etc typical sickness stuff

this was such a cute request omg thank you for sending it in! i hope u feel better much love! i decided to do this in bullet point format!

ALSO IM SO SORRY GUYSSS IM GETTING THROUGH REQUESTS SO SLOWLY <//3 i promise i will try to get as many of them done as i can but many of them are like long-fic format so they will take me a bit FEEL FREE TO SEND REQUESTS IF U STILL WANT TO!!! rules are linked here!

OK SO

you're both in the gen ed department + living in the dorms

it's the middle of the week and you've been feeling ROUGH for the entire week but just haven't had the time to focus on yourself between studies and everything

shinsou and you are in your math class sitting together at a two-person desk while your teacher lectures

you're super dizzy even while sitting down, there's a sheen of sweat on your forehead and you feel way too hot overall, you're holding back a coughing fit because you know if you let it happen you're gonna end up puking everywhere

the bell finally rings signaling the end of class and the start of lunch and you can't bring yourself to stand up at all

shinsou is packing up next to you and doesn't really notice your unmoving form until he's slinging his backpack over his shoulder and looking down at you, expecting to see you packed and ready to go but you.... look like you're dying

"you good, man?"

"ghf.......gh...m......"

"alright"

he packs up your stuff for you because he's secretly a SWEETHEART and carries your bag and pulls you up by your elbow with a big sigh

"guess i gotta take you to recovery girl now"

"do NOT take me to recovery girl..."

it's not like you have anything against recovery girl but it's not like she would be able to help you with a sickness and she'd end up giving you a bed to sleep on or just send you to your dorm to rest anyways

you just want to sleep in the comfort of YOUR bed already

you tell that to shinsou and urge him to just walk you to your dorm before you throw up on his shoes

he tells you that the teachers will think you're skipping class but you flutter your lashes at him (it probably looks more like you're seizing with how sick you are) and say something like "you'll cover for me, right?"

he rolls his eyes but. yes. he will cover for you. (he's whipped)

walks you to your dorm with an arm around your shoulders and you try not to collapse from both ur fever and the feeling of him walking so close

your delusions are running rampant in this HEAT

walks you alllll the way to your room and helps you lay back in your bed, pulls the covers over you and everything and your hands are TWITCHING because you wanna kiss him so bad but you'd end up puking all over him in this state

leaves your room for a bit and comes back with an ice pack wrapped in a towel to put on ur forehead and hot tea mixed w honey for when you're ready to drink something

puts the ice pack over ur forehead with a gentleness you've never seen from him before and you're like dying and clawing at the sheets trying not to scream with how in love u are with this guy

"you should go back to lunch man you're not gonna have enough time to eat"

"you're on the verge of death and that's what you're worried about"

"I'M NOT DYING"

stays with you until there's like 5 minutes left in the lunch period and he (unfortunately) HAS to leave

you're holding back a whine because yeah you feel guilty that he wasted his lunch time taking care of you but also... stay here forever?!?! duh?!?!

he notices the hesitant look in ur eyes while he stands up and takes his bag with him and sighs and rolls his eyes all fake-annoyed before leaning down and kissing your cheek and you hold back the urge to swing and punch him because he CAN'T JUST DO THAT AND THEN LEAVE???

"i know you can't stand a minute without me but i promise i'll be back the minute classes are over"

"i'm gonna set an alarm to make sure you're telling the truth about that"

"you can count on me"

you sleep for like the rest of the day and only wake up when you hear your door opening and smell soup and there's totally no way shinsou made that for you except he definitely did because when you ask about the soup his ears are flushed and you're literally gonna kiss him if he doesn't stop being so hot

overall shinsou would be so soft with you in his stupid sarcastic way and tease you about getting sick because he's a JERK but also a cutie so you let him get away with it

would definitely spend the rest of the day sleeping in your bed with you and then also get sick and force you to make him homemade soup (it's only fair, he argues)

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j-onedrabbles · 1 year

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can i request a changbin comfort where the reader has a breakdown becuz she studied restlessly for two days for a math board exam and it went shit?

✧ PAIRING: CHANGBIN X READER ✧ CW: CRYING, COMFORT FLUFF, FEM!READER, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, FOOD MENTIONS, READER CALLS HERSELF STUPID, BINNIE CUDDLES AND KISSES ✧ WC: 0.7K ✧ NOTE:

Two days’ worth of studying, down the drain. Y/n stared at the grade on her computer screen. She’d studied for two days straight for this math exam, knowing it wasn’t her best subject and needed to focus. She probably would have skipped meals if it weren’t for her boyfriend.

Changbin made sure to bring her over food if he wasn't working, if he was he’d order food to her place. He’d gone as far as to even feed her while she studied for the exam.

He’d helped her with her studying at certain points. Changbin was easily her number-one supporter in everything she did, even in her worst school subjects. So when she checked her grade on the class portal, she was devastated at the failing grade. Two days of work, down the drain.

Y/n felt the tears welling up in her eyes as she grabbed her phone and dialed Changbin’s phone.

“Hey baby,” Changbin’s voice came after the second ring

“Are you busy?” Y/n asked, voice shaking as she leaned her head back to keep the tears from falling

“What’s wrong? Is everything okay? Should I come over?” Y/n heard some other voices on the line, assuming it was one of the boys.

“Please…”

“I’m coming over now, okay. I’ll be there soon, what’s wrong?”

She heard him hurriedly grabbing his stuff, he was probably at the studio, which thankfully was close to her apartment so he’d be here quickly.

“Got the grade for my exam…” Y/n sighed, trying to keep the tears from coming out, “All that studying went down the fucking drain.”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay baby. I’ll be there in five minutes. I’m gonna stay on the line with you, okay?”

“I needed to pass this exam, Binnie. I’m going to have to take the class next semester.” Tears were coming out now. there wasn’t any point in trying to stop them.

“I’ll help you study twice as hard for the class again baby. Don’t cry when I can’t wipe those tears away, okay?”

“I can't help it, Binnie. I studied so hard for the exam for it to just go to shit,” Y/n moved away from her computer at her desk and onto the couch, laying back and wiping away the tears.

“I’m almost there, baby. You wanna hear about what Jeongin did today during practice?”

Changbin told Y/n about the clumsiness of their youngest member to distract Y/n from the exam results grade till he got to her place. Once he got out of the car he ran out of the car and up to her apartment. Fumbling for his keys as he talked to her.

Y/n could hear him fumbling over the phone and went to the front door to unlock it for him. Changbin hung up the phone as she opened the door, moving to scoop her up into his arms and get inside. Y/n cried into his shoulder as she wrapped her legs and arms around him.

“I got you,” Changbin rubbed her back as he closed the door with his foot then locked it.

He walked over to the couch with her and let her cry into his shirt. “I feel so stupid,” Y/n mumbled into his shoulder

“Hey,” Changbin pulled her from his shoulder and cupped her face, wiping the tears away from her face, “You’re not stupid baby.”

“Yes, I am Binnie. I studied for two days for that stupid exam and failed it.”

“No, you’re not. I know you struggle with math but that doesn't make you any less smart, okay? You’re one of the smartest people I know. And I love your big beautiful brain,” Changbin started placing kisses all over her face, which made her giggle.

“Bin,” Y/n tried pushing him away but he wouldn't budge. Rather he ended his kiss assault by kissing her lips.

Y/n returned the kiss as he pulled her flush against his chest. Her hands rested against his chest before he pulled away.

“I don't wanna hear you put yourself down over a grade, okay? I’ll help you all you need.”

“Okay.” Y/n nodded and cuddled up into his chest, “Stay the night?”

“Of course baby,” Changbin kissed the side of her head and held her close to him.

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matthyeu · 1 year

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Just had a thought and now it won’t get out do my head: What do you think an arcade date with zb1 would be like? What’s their favourite game? How’s the most competitive? Who will win you something? Who tells you to win your own things?

ARCADE DATES WITH ZB1

ft. my cursed thoughts bc i didn't have the energy to flesh stuff out

can be taken romantically or platonically bc friends can have arcade dates too

(i love having funny thoughts in between studying + reliving some cute moments looking back at prom photos for inspo so thank you for this)

favorite games:

jiwoong: he's effortlessly just good at everything to the point where he casually plays all the games when you're sitting there like ?? how

hao: over there playing guitar hero or some shit i swear like proving musical talent to the core!!

hanbin: ddr 100% you can not tell me man isn't on dance dance revolution every single moment there. you can't pull him away either. he devours it too like got everyone watching like that one kid

matthew: bro loves playing claw machines to look at cute things bc me too he just sees things and is like "ooooo" and somehow ends up at it for hours but only comes back with one thing for you (it's the thought that counts)

taerae: he's always on the coin pusher but he's so bad like idk why he plays but he loves standing there BUT he will get frustrated when they won't fall and smack it so he gets the alarm rang on him

ricky: he probably likes to play skee ball. idk why but it gives the VIBES like he would probably like how he looks cool. bc it's like the closest thing to bowling and he seems like someone who would like to look cool while bowling

gyuvin: pacman. he has tried every game and found out he is bad at them. the only thing he can go back to is pacman.

gunwook: playing streetfighter but like seriously. has my man sweating over here. please bring a towel for him.

yujin: he gives me the vibes of someone who would play those like shooting simulator whether it be jurassic park or like those ones with the zombies. and he might get jumpscared lol

most competitive: hao

doesn't really try to be but the moment you're in there challenging him, he's going at 100%

would win at like every game and you're sitting their regretting ever doubting him

though he just gives you all his points afterward so you can do whatever you want for prizes

that's the real reason he just wanted some motivation to get more points for you

wins you things: matthew, jiwoong, ricky (kinda)

we've already talked about matthew spending hours to get something for you (he's super diligent about it he will get you the thing you want even if he spends all his money)

wbk jiwoong good at it all, so no surprise he comes back with whatever you wanted (doesn't matter if its 1 or 10 he shall get them all)

so now ricky

why kinda?

well he doesn't actually win you it

he tries but then finds out that it's all a scam and nearly impossible

so he tries to bribe the employee to give it to him

ends up buying it from them for you so it's the same thing right??

tells you to win your own things: yujin, taerae

OK TAERAE IS KINDA GOOFY

he wants to but then gets frustrated that he can't bc like?? who made it so damn hard

so he tries and then almost breaks the machine so ends up telling you to do it yourself

and then we have yujin who's just just like "do it yourself" bc he doesn't wanna

but then you keep bothering him about it bc you can't win

like bro getting a lil annoyed with how badly you want something

so then he plays it

wins

but then keeps it for himself

he says it's compensation for you bothering him about it LMAO

too busy to even be near a machine: hao, hanbin, gyuvin, gunwook

well technically hao is going to get points to get you prizes but he's staying away from the machines knowing they're a scam

the other three though, they're off in their own worlds

they take their games very seriously (especially hanbin & gunwook)

gyuvin's just having a nice time being immersed so you don't want to bother him

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nexusnyx · 2 years

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godspeed; [fezco imagine]

SUMMARY: Living in the shadows of your classmates served you well to keep you alive until college. High school could be dangerous, and toxic, and hectic. The only problem about being a wallflower is the missed opportunities, and he is the biggest chance you never took.

That’s alright, though. It’s not like you ever had a chance with Fezco. Right?

⚠️ Mentions of drugs, addiction. | 🏷️ Fluff, strangers to lovers; WC: [5.3k] | 📑Posting this again because some people asked for it. If there are any other Fez scenarios you want I can check if I still have them. Mwah.

The thing about being an addict who meets another addict was that they could bring out the worst in you.

It might happen without meaning to, and they'd do it without any notion of the effects it might cause on your life. With one request from them, or maybe getting stuck in the same room as another one who's a little like you and bam—five years of sobriety would go down the drain.

Rue could be that for you.

Thanks to Ali and your last two years in therapy, she won't be. Not tonight.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come?” Rue asks. Her eyes are dropping low and she pouts in an adorable manner. She’s high. Very high.

You shake your head. “Thanks.” Her new friend Elliot gives a sharp nod before he and Rue leave together, and you take a second to send a prayer in secret that Rue makes it tonight.

You didn't come back to this damn city to get attached to someone and just watch them die.

After a sad chuckle, you turn around to see what else is there to do in this party she brought you which is not one-third as lame as you imagined it’d be, and that’s when you see him. It takes a second for your brain to understand why it stopped dead in its track at the sight across from you, but when the light flicks just right in his freckled face, you recognize him even with the beard.

You freeze.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck—is that Fezco?

You look away for a second, then back at him. Across from the glass wall that leads to the pool patio there's a gazebo, and he's sitting in the steps talking to someone. The place is crowded and illuminated mostly by colorful lights, but you'd recognize those eyes and cheeks anywhere.

It is him.

Looking good. Looking five times more handsome than he ever did before dropping out of school, and by the looks of it, doing the same thing he did while he was still in the halls of East Highland.

He's smoking and staring with a blank expression to the bodies dancing and walking in front of him, and after catching a second person not subtly slipping him money for a handshake of something, you realize that yup—he's dealing.

And he looks ridiculously good doing so.

A glass of whatever the hell Rue mixed is downed in a second, and you go to the kitchen in search of more.

Fuck your entire life.

Who would've thought Fezco O'Neill would still be living in this shitty town?

Studying with Fezco all those years ago could've been one of the many things your years of substance abuse took out of your early memories hasn't it been for how much you thought of him back then. Even though you two were never friends, never passed beyond the stage of awkward small talks, you enjoyed him. His presence.

One could say you had a crush.

You loved the short and brief interactions you shared with Fezco back then—he came to school often until a certain point, and given the nature of his job, talking to Fez was almost impossible since he talked to everybody, all of the time.

People gravitated towards him in groups, alone, in couples; either because of the drugs or just because he was one of the few people who you could sit beside and not feel anxious, or like you need to try too hard.

The party Rue brought you to has many more teenagers than you expected. It was granted, and you ignored it. The music is decent enough, but you can almost feel the small web strings of drama tying the entire party together. You'd like to blame Rue for you being here, but you can't.

She's still seventeen.

When you were seventeen, you were… well. Doing the same she is now.

Sadly.

You'll blame Ali for being invited over to his daughter's house and dropping the Bennet Bomb on your lap. He pays in food, and that's always nice.

Navigating the party to try and find something to do or a conversation pit that is nice proves to be worthless, and you start worrying that this night will be a bust.

You may be sober from all the pills that one day fucked you over, but your fucks still happened every once in a while because of the other things you still fell back on when shit got hard, which, considering the world and its state—it's often.

At least alcohol and weed make you less of a mess. This party had both. The night could be fun.

You promised Ali you'd keep an eye on Rue—she's doing poorly and a trainwreck tends to crash and leave traces if you don't see to it soon. But if you're staying, you need at least a joint.

Or two.

Fuck.

You stop the first teenager you see, "Hey, is there any other dealer in the party other than Fez?" You ask.

The boy scoffs. "'Course not," he says, then walks away.

Fair enough. No one would be stupid to try and deal at a party in an area where people even drive to meet Fez; he covers the crowd of this (and a few other) high schools for years now. Of course it's only him.

There's no reason you shouldn't go to him. He's not even gonna recognize you, your brain tells you.

The boy scoffs. "'Course not," he says, then walks away.

There's no reason you shouldn't go to him, you think. He's not even gonna remember you anyway. It's a bitter reminder, but the taste leads your legs outside to the gazebo in hopes Fezco is still there.

And even if he does remember you, the same voice says. It's not like you two ever had a lot to talk about. As you walk, you remember Rue mentioning to Ali a few days earlier about how her friend who is a drug dealer had beaten Nate Jacobs into a pulp. She told Ali the reason why and even though you had no idea who Nate Jacobs was, he sounded like a fucking cunt.

You kinda hated to have missed the show.

Part of you is wondering what will happen if Fezco does remember who you are, but it's not like that is a big deal either. He'd say hi, make small talk and then what? Reminisce about the days when he sold you Codeine or Demerol and you lived through the stages of a fucked up household while high out of your fucking mind?

Right.

Your palms are sweating. You check the bills inside your dress's bust again and fix the edge of your glitter sleeve, stepping close enough to see the pool and—there he is.

Fezco is talking to a guy when you step outside and to your happiness, Rue and Elliott can be found with Kat in the garden close by. You can do this.

You walk until your platforms are knocking on the edge of the first step, and Fezco only turns around when the guy leaves his side. He turns taking out the joint that's behind his ear, fishing for the lighter that must be on his front pocket, but then he sees the legs standing right in front of him and lifts his head to look at your face.

"Hi," you shake your head at him. "Please tell me you still got weed." I might have to drink tequila like a frat boy if you don't. It's the frown that tells you Fezco's mind must be trying to connect the dots, and before you can offer him any hint on why he sort of recognizes you, a smile breaks out in his face and surprises you into stunned silence when he follows with, "Oh, shit. You're Y/n," he points at you.

"I'm—yeah?" You know your crush used to be big, but you fight down a knot at trying to recall if his smile had always been this charming. "Yeah, it's me," you try again, not wanting to sound like a question. "You're Fezco. Hi again," you wave a hand again.

This boy always left you tongue-tied, but you'd be damned if he got you looking stupid this early into a conversation.

"Wow." Fezco's smiling dopely, and the way he looks you up and down have your skin running a little hotter. "Been a long time. Hi, little ma."

Fuck. He's sitting down, but Fezco chill raspy voice still makes him feel inches taller.

"Hey, Fezco."

"You said you wanted weed?" He asks, finally lighting up his joint.

You look at the orange smoke illuminating his face and nod. "Yes, please." This is still as awkward as it was back then. "I'm not mentally ready to be this surrounded by teenagers," you add without thinking.

Fezco laughs at that, taking his blunt between his fingers. "Word." He fishes for something inside his jacket's pocket. "You want the flower or you want a pre-rolled?"

You pout. "That depends. Who rolled it?"

Fezco smiles. "I did."

"Your joints looked like tiny spaceships, man. No offense." Back in school together, you never bought weed from Fezco because you hated how smoke made you cough, but you saw the pre-rolled he sold to your classmates, and he rolled like shit.

He surprises you by laughing again, and then he gets up. "Damn, ma—your memory's good, huh?" Fezco looms over you for a second before leaning against the handrail, and he takes out a pack from a pocket. "I got better at it. Look. Looking like they came from a factory, see? I ain't selling shit I wouldn't be smoking too."

His joints really are looking professional, and you laugh again, this time with him.

"Cool—they look good," you nod in approval.

Fezco who's had a smile on his face since he put a name to your face nods too, looking even more pleased with himself. "Cool. One's $3. Three's ten. Five's fifteen. How many you looking for?"

"Gimme five."

"Five?" He blinks in surprise, but starts picking them one by one.

"I'm looking out for a friend of a friend and I have a feeling she's not going home anytime soon." You give him the money, and in exchange take the blunts. "I'm not taking chances."

"You don't have a purse, where you gonna put 'em?" Fez asks, taking another look at your outfit.

You pull on the fabric of your renovated shirt and show him the pocket you sewed on the inside. You make a show of opening it, putting four of the joints inside, then close the button.

Fezco chuckles. "Aight. You're prepared." He looks you up and down again, and you fidget in response, organizing your corset underneath the shirt. "What brought you back? Wait—why did you leave in the first place?"

When Fezco left school in seventh grade, you still saw him for a few years. Whenever the pills ran out at your place, you ran to his and Ash's place for more.

You shrug your shoulder, and light the one joint you kept in your hand. "I left to go live with my Aunt."

He doesn't need to know the why, nor does he care. Whatever it is Fezco remembers of you or thinks of your person, you can bet it isn't that your mother preferred you living in another state than keeping the junkie her neglect created at home.

"Really?" Fezco asks, and he sounds just as genuine as ever. He looks behind your shoulder out of nowhere and you notice another boy hovering your conversation, most likely wanting something out of him and you're about to say you'll leave him alone when Fezco shrugs a hand in the air for him. "Ain't available. Find Ash," and without even looking for his response, his eyes are back on you. "Was your aunt nice?"

His voice drags out, the same way as it did before.

It's still distracting. "Yeah." Auntie, unlike Mother, lived a real life. Had real problems and, as consequence, helped you with yours. Fez probably didn't care about that either, so you exhaled the smoke and changed the topic. "And you? Last I remember you quit to help your G Ma with business and your little bother. How's Ash?"

Fezco smiles, and you feel your heart skipping a stupid beat at it.

Even his smile has gotten cuter.

"You remember that?" His words drag out, and he smacks his lips on his teeth.

You frown. "Course I do." I always had trouble forgetting anything related to the cute and funny ginger boy who always has a kind gesture or word to offer if you need. Fezco nods, looking at you through his eyelashes and this time, he keeps his eyes there. "Yeah. Stuff's been good, you know."

His careless demeanor never hid from you the small things, like the way he narrows his eyes when he's lying through his teeth. You hope whatever 'good' he's been getting, it gets a little better.

Before you can ask something else, Fezco goes on. "It's weird that you remember that. About Ma G and Ash."

That comment leaves you even more confused. "How come?"

Fezco shrugs his shoulders again. "Dunno. It was a while ago, lil' mama." You two laugh at that, because word. "'s the reason I knew I could trust you, too."

Fezco trusts you? "You trusted me?"

"Trust. Ain't gone away just 'cause you left," his smile is so nonchalant that it makes you smile in return. "No one ever found out why I dropped—just assumed 's for what I do. Lots of rumors 'n that's it."

He's right about that.

Through hazy memories, you recall people trying to create the most dramatic reason for Fezco's drop out in the cafeteria as well as in the streets. "Yeah… I remember that." You hum. "Always found that strange."

How was that a twelve-year-old Fezco managed to keep his grandmother's sickness all to himself was beyond you.

"Exactly." The way he says the word makes you leave Eastland high of all those years ago and focus on him again. He said it as a confirmation, and when you frown, he elaborates through a chuckle because he notices you're already high and just as lost as before. "You're the only one I told, Y/n."

"Wait. Really?" That couldn't be. Fezco had friends. Good ones and not-so-good ones, you imagined. "Why?"

"Yeah, lil' ma. You the only one who asked," he shrugs it off, speaking through the clouds of smoke.

You're the only one who asked.

"Oh." That made the flutter inside of you get worse. So much worse.

Sure, Fez always answered when you asked him things, whether it was about his brother, or his grandma Marie, or even himself, but picturing a world where people never even ask him about those stuff seems foreign to you.

Maybe that's because you always wanted to know.

The silence stretches out for a few seconds between you both, only the smoke of your blunts creating a thick fog around, almost like a bubble.

Fezco still stares at you and your clothes, and you try to move only your shoulders to the beat of the song because his eyes are as sharp as they were before.

"What brings you back, then?" Fezco asks. Someone else pops up right behind you and he exhales his smoke a little annoyed. "Not now. Find Ash."

That's the second time he blows off a customer to keep talking to you and—yup. Just as you feared the first time it happened, this one leaves your cheeks burning bright.

You clear your throat and look away from him in search of Rue as an excuse, hoping he doesn't see it. "My sponsor is kinda like a dad to me. And he sponsors… that one." Rue's still sitting underneath the same tree with Elliott, and you release anxiety you forgot you were holding on to at the sight of her. "So I guess you can say it's babysitting duties." You shrug. "If you're asking why I'm in town specifically, it's 'cause my Aunt moved in business for a year so," you shrug, as if saying this is where I gotta be, I guess. I have nowhere else to go. Instead of asking about the sponsor as most people do, Fezco's still looking in the direction your finger pointed.

"You babysitting Rue?"

"Yeah."

"Word?" You nod at him, giggling a little at how happy he got out of the sudden. "Fuck, man, that's kinda good to hear, I ain't gonna lie to you," Fezco laughs at that, really laughs like he's happy in his most genuine form. "She's my friend. Rue. She's kinda like family—I know she a mess, but." He takes another drag, looking between you and Rue this time. "I ain't selling to her hard stuff anymore, but…" Fezco sighs. "I'm scared if I don't give her what she want, she'll just find it with someone else, ya feel me?"

Double fuck. "Damn." Fezco dealt for Rue. Who ODed. Who's relapsed for the second time. Damn it. Knowing Fezco the little you did, you knew he felt a silent ocean of guilt over it. "She's good, Fez."

You reach out with your free hand, knocking your knuckles gently against his forearm. "She got a good sponsor, 'kay?" You lift the joint in your hands. "This? The only reason I still got a grip in shit's because Ali takes none of my bullshit and still manages to give me good advice between all the crap I try to sell 'im. She's not in a good place, but she is a good kid. Stuff takes time, that's all. Plus—she's still young. Surrounded by drama, all the fucking time. She needs to get to a place where she wants to be alive for real, and she will. Eventually."

Even though it had been only two pancake visits since you and Rue met, the kid got her vines in you, somehow.

Just like Ali, you believed in her.

"Yeah." Fezco nods along with every word you say, and when you're done, he's smiling again. "Yeah, okay." Has he always looked this fucking breathtaking while smiling? You might have a heart attack. It's a good thing you're not swimming in opiates anymore. "She got a good sponsor and apparently a guardian fucking angel, so I'll believe in ya."

The blush worsens at that, and this time, Fezco catches it. He laughs at you, and you knock your fake Versace Medusa platforms against his chin.

"I am not an angel," you laugh.

"I dunno, it might be the lights or sumn', but you lookin' like one," Fezco looks from the soft pink light that's casting a shadow on the pool area and you, and you wished it was red so it masked your reaction to him instead of highlighting it.

"You always been this sweet talker?" You try, laughing it off.

Fezco's just being nice, you tell yourself.

"My bad, ma." He must notice you're getting a little too flustered, and changes the topic, too. "So how was it with yo Auntie?"

You push away any thoughts of school behind and try it.

Having a conversation with Fezco turns out to be much easier than 11-year-old you imagined. Maybe it was because he was in a year above, or because he's always had those sweet eyes and smiled so rarely, but his intimidating persona fought a valiant battle and lost every time his personality entered the ring.

Eventually, though, Rue gets lost from your sight and, as you promised, you have to go find her.

"Fucking hell," you mutter to yourself, getting up from the steps. "Uh—I'll be back?"

Fezco looks up at you. "Really? 'Cause if you say you'll be back, I'll wait."

You smile down at him. "Then, I will be back."

Finding Rue while high and happy out of your mind feels almost hypocritical.

The sea of teenagers and the smell of alcohol, weed and sweat does nothing for you when all your brain can focus on is Rue Rue Rue Where Is Rue as well as Fez Fez Fez, As Sweet as Ever, Fez Fez Fez. He looks so pretty.

He pulls off the beard, too. His voice is lower, much lower than you remember—puberty hit that boy in the chest, and all the smoking can't help, either. And if he—oh shit, that's Rue.

"Rue Fucking Bennet!" Your scream is met with the sight of Rue looking like a parakeet. "Yeah, you."

"Oh, shit." Rue looks behind her, and, of course, there's Elliot. Is that a bathroom behind them?

"Oh, fuck nah." You stride to them, anything that isn't Rue and that bathroom momentarily forgotten. "You are high enough." You push past Elliot and stand in front of the bathroom door. "I ain't watching you snort too many lines for your already high-ass brain to keep up with. Go fucking find something else to do."

"Shit, Rue. You never told me you brought your mom," Elliot teases.

You point a finger right on his face. "You better learn when to shut the fuck up, Elliot." I don't fucking like you, Elliot. "Did she tell you I'm here 'cause I caught her almost passed out in a bathroom? Did she?"

From the sight on his face, she obviously hadn't. Called it.

"Exactly. Why don't you stick to your fucking lane and go roll the two of you a joint or something and I'll stick to my lane of not letting the addict decide how much coke is enough coke for her, huh?" Your blood is boiling already, and Elliot's right. You sound like her mother, and yet, you can't bring yourself to care. Turning your face to Rue, you see her looking sheepish between you both. "Trust me. You can find other shit to do."

Rue sighs, but you caught the fleeting fear in her eyes when you mentioned the bathroom. "It's not gonna help," she tells you with what it's supposed to be a mindless shrug, but—there it is.

The sadness underneath the addiction.

You take a deep breath and step closer. "Why not?"

Rue shrugs her shoulders, avoiding eye contact at all costs. "'Cause this party fucking sucks."

That was debatable, but she looked to believe it, so. "Why does it suck?"

Rue finally pins you with a look, and you watch her struggle. Feel her feelings, or burn them to the ground?

When her eyes start swimming with water, you let out an exhale, happy that she chose the feelings. "'Cause Jules' not talking to me."

Oh, young love.

"Fine." She was not gonna get what she wants from this party, and she's the one reason you're here. "Why don't we leave, then?"

"What?! No! It doesn't suck that bad," Rue defends.

She's not ready to leave yet, but it'll be soon. She probably wants to martyr herself, staring at her girlfriend dancing with people and not her, and fine, you can sympathize with that. "Okay. I'll be with Fezco outside, then. When you decide this party does suck, find us and we'll go, okay?"

Rue stares at you. She licks her lips, looking right into your eyes in search of something, and whatever it is, she must find it. "Okay. Okay, yeah. I'll look for you." She turns to Elliot, who's been leaning on the corridor wall in silence since you told him off. "Let's goooo Elli, bro."

Ugh. From the look on his face at her 'bro', this bro of hers wants something more than her company and her fellow addict nose to keep him from being lonely while he uses it.

Trying to convince yourself that is not your problem, you go back outside in search of Fezco.

Catching Rue walking her death row made you almost sober, or at least, your mind feels that way.

When you get outside, though, Fezco's not there.

The absence of his presence makes you wonder if you left for too long, or if he had something better to do. The next problem is that with no Fezco, you're back to square zero.

Liquor.

You're gonna need alcohol if Rue is off being a masochist and the only other person you knew at the party is gone.

The silver lining comes when after downing a glass of surprisingly good scotch, the music gets good. Losing yourself to the beat and the sea of bodies is easier than thinking. Easier than letting your mind wander, or focusing on the interactions you shared with him that night.

Throwing your head back and closing your eyes to feel the drums in the song instead of the emptiness inside you or the need for something more is one of the many coping mechanisms you found while living in New York.

It's also what keeps you busy until you feel someone trying to get your attention.

It's Elliott. He looks no better or good than when you left him and Rue a while ago, which means they stuck to your advice and found something other than lines to do.

He gestures to the outside and, catching his message, you realize with a sad pang in your chest that it's time to go.

"Where's Rue?" You ask.

"Talking to him." Elliott points to one of the empty corridors, and right in the end, you see them.

Rue and Fezco, talking to one another. Before you can stop yourself, you're taking steps in their direction, but you never get close enough to interrupt the conversation.

Eventually, she notices you standing there and waves a hand at you. She says something else to Fezco, then walks to you.

"Can we light one up before we go?" She asks you as soon as she's in front of you. Rue looks worse.

Fuck.

She did something without Elliot. That stupid, one-brain-celled, fake blond asshole.

"'Course, babes."

Rue nods with a happy smile that looks sad to you, then leaves.

Across the corridor, Fezco is looking at you. Staring, and you're pinned under his gaze until he walks to you, too.

"You weren't there," you tell him as soon as he's in earshot.

Fezco's eyes widen a little, like he's surprised you noticed. "Yeah. My bad, ma." He looks sad too, and fucking hell, is everyone in this city miserable? "My ex dropped by wanting to talk 'n I didn't wanna talk."

That makes you widen your eyes, but in sympathy.

"Ah—I'm the one who should say 'my bad', then," you shrug.

He smiles at you. "'s fine. I was an idiot—she's Rue's age and…" Fezco rubs both hands over his buzzcut, and you groan out loud at the implications of Fezco and his high-school-year-old ex-girlfriend. "Fuck. I gotta stop puttin' myself in trouble, man."

"If it was that easy, huh?" You ask with a bitter laugh.

Fezco looks down at you, laughing along. "Yeah. If only."

"I gotta go—I'm gonna drive Rue—" where? You have no idea where, but she needs to get out and she was the reason you're here. Not the pretty boy, you remind yourself. "Somewhere?"

"Sounds like you don't know either," Fezco tilts his head. "I can recommend a few places."

"Really?!"

"Yeah, really," Fezco smiles and stretches out his head. "Gimme yo phone."

You take your phone out of your pocket and he types something, slowly. Then after a few clicks, he looks up at you. "You mind if I got your number?"

Your heart does. "I was gonna ask for it, anyway." Bless the scotch and heavens guard your heart, because your sudden boldness pays off.

The smile on Fezco's face opens slowly, different than the other ones he gave you that night. It's like watching the animation of a pair of eyes suddenly becoming a wolf, and inside the house, there's nowhere to escape the blue lights.

The color on your cheeks must be noticeable now that he's this close.

Fezco only looks away from you to type away something else on your phone and when the ping of message arrives in his pocket, your stomach does a cartwheel. "There. Now I got yours, too."

The fact that you want something else, something more from him before leaving seems to hover in the air.

Fezco's fingers brush on yours when he hands your phone back, and you swallow thickly with your eyes on his hands.

They're big hands—the notion makes your brain a little dizzy, painted with images of that hand everywhere. Around your throat, holding onto your chin, on your body—fuck.

You look up, and he's still watching you. "Never thought I'd see you again, lil' ma." The hoarseness on his voice is making you a little delirious and—is that perfume? In the tiny and narrow corridor, with him standing only a foot away from you, you can smell Fezco now. "But I'm glad I did."

Fezco's cologne is a strong, wood scent underneath the smell of pot and frankly, you need to get out of here before it cogs your whole brain and you do something stupid, like kissing his pretty pink lips before you go.

"I'm glad, too." Your voice sounds distant, and Fezco chuckles.

"Take good care of Rue, yeah?" You can visibly see him swallow, and then he takes a step back, taking his good scent and his freckles away from your eye level. "I'll text ya some places you can take her."

That's a door he's opening for you, and you take it before you lose control.

"Thanks, Fez." You bite on your bottom lip, trying to hold in the desire to get at least a hug. "Send Ash a hi from me? I'm—it was really good seeing you. Thanks for making my night a lil' happy."

Fezco finally looks away now, chuckling to himself. He looks embarrassed, and the way he ducks his head laughing makes you feel even more desperate, if that makes any sense. "I ain't gonna let you go if you keep being this nice."

"What?! I'm saying bye!" You laugh.

"Yeah, lookin' all cute and shit." Fezco drags one hand over his buzzcut again, and takes one more deliberate step back. "You made my night happier, too. Now please go before Rue fucks off somewhere 'n I have to pretend to be sad that I gotchu for a few more hours."

Hghgn. You swallow thickly around that, trying in vain to convince yourself that Fezco isn't flirting.

It's harder to do that when he's standing only two feet away, looking like you're in a Red Hood and he might eat you alive if one gave him the chance.

For the first time in years, you feel… pretty.

And sexy.

Blinking at him from under your eyelashes, you send him a smile and a siren look that purposely tells him what your last words can't. "See you around, Fez."

He nods at you, sharp and losing his smile—he's staring with intent, and when he licks his lips, you know you have to go before it's your turn to be embarrassed that he makes you whimper without even touching you.

"See ya, angel."

Oh, fuck.

Rue owes you so many joints and, at the same time, you owe her so much more.

You can feel his eyes on your back as you walk outside, and it takes you pinning Rue under your vision and following her like one follows a saving light for you to not turn around and give him one last hand wave.

If you see Fez one more time this evening, you might get high on the way his eyes look at you alone.

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SSR Leona Kingscholar Beastly Garb Personal Story: Part 1

"Whatever I feel like doing."

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

[Sports Field]

Leona: We'll end today's practice here. Make sure you do your cool down exercise on your own.

Magift Club Members: YESSIR!!!

Leona: Ahh, I'm beat. Think I'll head back to the dorm and snooze a bit.

Epel: Um, Leona-san! There's something I'd like to ask of you…

Leona: Ask of me? If it's something stupid, I ain't gonna hear you out.

Epel: Uhhm… That means I can still ask, right? Thank you very much.

Epel: Recently, I keep missing passes and dropping discs a lot.

Epel: Please tell me a way to train so I can improve my control of the disc and make less mistakes!

Leona: Oh, is that all? Don't worry about it. Bye.

Epel: Eh… Wait, no, I wanted more specific advice…!

???: EH!

Epel/Leona: ?

Ruggie: You guys are gonna go into town? By bus?

Magift Club Member A: Yeah, but… What's up, Ruggie? You wanna go too?

Magift Club Member B: You can come, but we're not gonna buy you any food.

Ruggie: Tch, that sucks. But puttin' that aside… If you're headin' there, can I getcha to buy somethin' for me?

Ruggie: It might be a liiiittle heavy, but… It should be easy enough for two people to carry 20 boxes of sports drink powder packets!

Magift Club Member A: No way!! You can do that by sending a first year to the Mystery Shop or something, instead.

Ruggie: YEAH BUT THE SPORTIN' GOODS STORE IN TOWN'S ABOUT 6 MADOL CHEAPER PER BOX!!!!!

Ruggie: If I ask you guys to do it for me, then that saves me on the bus fare, and the club's money. It's basically killing two birds with one stone.

Magift Club Member B: Not my problem. It's not like that amount saved is gonna go into our pockets or anything… If you want to save money so bad, why don't you go yourself?

Ruggie: Mmkay, I mean, I don't really care～ But there's that time you owe me from when I swapped clubroom cleaning duties with ya…

Magift Club Member A: O-Okay, okay! We'll go buy some on the way back!

Ruggie: Thanks a bunch. 'Kay, here's the money for it. I need the usual 20 boxes of sports drinks!

Leona: Man, you're being so cheap…

Ruggie: Ah, Leona-san. Were you listening to all that?

Ruggie: I'm not being cheap at all. That's me saving 6 Madol on 20 boxes each, y'know!? It's completely a rip-off otherwise!

Epel: 20 boxes of sports drink powder…

Epel: That'd be difficult to carry by broom, maybe? I guess it would be pretty impossible to bring back without taking the bus.

Ruggie: Riiight? Brooms're great 'cause you don't gotta think about schedules and fares, but...

Ruggie: If you gotta carry stuff, it's basically the pits…. Or more like, someone scrawny like me can't do that.

Epel: Yes… Whenever I try to fly with my stuff on the broom, I'm always swaying so hard it makes me anxious…

Epel: If I try to use magic to carry it, then I get so focused on the floating luggage that my speed drops.

Leona: See, you get it.

Ruggie: Huh, but your flight ability's way out of our range.

Leona: Well, yeah. But that's not what I'm talking about.

Leona: I meant about what I said to Epel earlier to not worry about making mistakes when handling the disc.

Leona: Your flying's one of the best out of all the first years.

Leona: If you're gonna try to greedily grab at everything and neglect your actual strong point, how're you actually gonna be useful?

Epel: That's…

Leona: You don't need to think about anything unnecessary right now.

Leona: If you think about it, the disc is just a single object. Moving it with magic is like, the fundamentals.

Leona: As long as you keep up your studies, you'll improve over time.

Epel: I see…!

Ruggie: Shishishi, can you really say that, though, since you skip all your classes?

Leona: Hah?

Epel: Ahahaha…

Leona: But when it comes to shopping… You guys figure it out on your own.

Ruggie: Ehhh. Even if you say that…

Ruggie: Public transportation costs money, and there's not that many buses running on Sage's Island to start with!

Ruggie: If we used brooms, then that'd help save time, but… If there's a ton to buy, then we'd need a bunch of people to work together to go get it.

Leona: Luckily, the Magical Shift Club has more members than any other club. Shouldn't be a problem.

Ruggie: What're you even saying? There's no way any of these guys would take on something like this before coming to practice.

Epel: And magical wheels… Aren't really geared towards hauling stuff, either.

Ruggie: Maaan, it'd be great if we had someone who could bust out a car in times like these.

Ruggie: If we did, it'd be so easy to go shoppin' for the club, and we could totally use it to take full advantage of all the bargains that happen in town!

Leona: …

Epel: Most of the adults back home have cars… But I don't think I know anyone here at school with a license, I think?

Ruggie: I mean, the first years're probably too young, and everyone at our school's pretty busy anyway. I don't think there's anyone who'd be able to get one.

Epel: I thought you'd be someone to get something as useful as a license as soon as he could, Ruggie-san.

Ruggie: Eh? But getting a license and renewin' it costs money, don't it?

Leona: How long're you guys going to be talking about something you can't have? No one can drive, so just give it up.

Leona: C'mon, it's an easy decision. Just don't go to into town.

Leona: Night Raven College is a prestigious Magical Shift school. Our club's really well funded, if not abundantly so.

Leona: Basically, the Mystery Shop should be enough. Just don't be greedy.

Ruggie: Tch. This island's reaaaally inconvenient.

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

Requested by @dorito9708 and @kiingsroar.

#twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #epel felmier #twst leona #twst ruggie #twst epel #twst translation #twst tamashina mina

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cowboyjen68 · 1 year

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hiii how do i give hints to my dad? cause i have this childhood bestfriend (we've been friends since i was 11-12) and we're rlly close to the point that i always go to his house (and sometimes stay for a bit if me and my parents have some problems) and basically hang out in his bedroom mostly bc we watch movies or study (even tho he just procastinates while i suffer because of math) and after we hang out he basically brings me home which is the reason why my dad thinks we're a thing bc of how much we hang out. but the truth is he already has a girlfriend while I'm here hopelessly crushing on a straight girl from my school's theater club. so how do i give hints to my dad that i am definitely gay af and me and my friend are just close friends? i dont really wanna come out to him and only wanna come out to him once i go to college

I am going to answer this partially from a parent's point of view and partially from my experience of having a parent (Mom) in somewhat of a denial.

You really don't have the correct or tell him anything until you are ready. As a parent I see signs of stuff in my kids all the time. I can address those things, let them go or completely ignore and wish them away and it all depends on what it is . There is a good sized chance that your dad knows you are, at least, not straight, but he is not ready to work to change his "vision" of how he sees you or your future. But I would almost bet the seed is planted in there somewhere. However, some people are terrible at picking up any hints or clues so you can't really be sure.

If he is one of those clueless people the only way to make any headway is to be clear and forward with him. "Dad, because I love you and care about our connection I wanted you to know I am a lesbian and my BFF is just a BFF not anything more" . There is really no reason to do this until you are out of the house and in college. OR even wait until you are independent of him financially and securitywise(housing, insurance, car, phone etc.) That is what I did and Mom and Dad were pretty chill, but in 1993 I just had no real way to judge how they would react so I played it safe.

You can spend a lot of time and energy to give hints, tell your dad or not tell your dad and that decison to put forth the effort has to be for you and not him. IF you feel the need and it is important to you that you be honest with your father then that is one thing. Doing it for his benefit will do you no good. Here is how I know:

I had a best friend in college and we are still close today. He was out as gay when I met him (I was 19, he was 18) and he was the first person I told I was a lesbian sometime in our college years. He came home with me a lot (he is clearly gay even to the untrained eye) and he was pretty close to my mom and dad. Mom and Dad KNEW Shawn was gay. We both moved to Iowa City and were roommates after college and we went to my parents house on weekends for dinner or to ride the 4-Wheelers or horses.

In 1993 I started dating my first girlfriend and game out to Mom and Dad. Mom started crying because "life would be harder for me" and I remember Dad calmy saying "Doris, we have known since she was 6 or 7 AND this is Jippy (my nickname) she will be fine". SO mom and dad were clear on two things. I was a lesbian, Shawn was gay. YET she often said 'you two would make such a cute couple" Or "you know, you two could just try it"

When I married Wife (after many years together) she had finally stopped saying anything. HOWEVER when she was on her death bed and only had a day or two left in 2012, Shawn went to visit her and she told him "I sure wish you and Jippy would get together, you would make a great couple". Moral of the story: Don't waste a lot of time and effort convinicing others of your sexuality. They will think what they want and the best you can do is just live your life. Coming out to them once is enough, you should not have to continually try to "prove" anything. My advice. Don't come out while you are living with him if you think he will just ignore you or not believe you. It just becomes a hassle and unless there is some overwhelming reason he needs to know, it is work you don't need to do.

The "Happy Couple" then, and now.

#lesbian #coming out #parents #coming out to family

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OBSESSION | DANNY JOHNSON X READER PART 1

please please PLEASEEEE keep in mind this is a very old fic i started on quotev/wattpad and am now moving here. this is NINE MONTHS OLD i swear my writing has gotten better, part 2 is already done and part 3 will be worked on. it's quality will be much better i swear.

ೃ⁀➷ You have always been teased about being 'obsessed' with Jed Olsen, a well known journalist that often writes about this killer that has been named 'Ghostface.' While you're only interested in catching this killer and have never thought of yourself as obsessed, a certain killer going by the name Jed Olsen is.

TWs: gore, death, kidnapping, stalking, all that fun stuff. everything you should expect in a dead by daylight/scream fanfic

part 1. part 2.

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Each key being pressed down fills the silence of your room, the bright screen illuminating the darkness that enveloped your home. Even though you were a journalist, and a decently well known one, you had never seen the reason for using one of your extra rooms for an office. It took too much money and you never knew when you'd need the guest room. Working in your own room was preferable anyway, despite all of the studies about one's room being one of the worst spaces to be a working space. You let out a sigh, momentarily lifting your hand to rub your exhausted eyes. You could never understand how Jed Olsen, that practically famous journalist, always got so many articles done. You admired him for that, and for his writing in general.

Writing was your job, and you had to get something out soon, but sleeping and putting your writing aside seemed awfully tempting as your body fought more and more to take care of itself. In one quick action you forced your laptop screen down and stared at the empty pitch black of your surroundings. Sighing, you pick up the device and slowly saunter over to your desk to put it away. You fumble with the cord as you struggle to actually charge your computer, but end up completely dropping it despite your efforts at the sudden ringing of your phone.

Grumbling especially angry words to yourself you walked over to the light of your phone, tripping over something that you had left on the ground at some point. Taking a moment to take a deep breath, you answer the phone and bring it your ear. There was no point in sharing your angry mood, even if it was 1:00 in the morning.

"Hello? I'm sorry for the wait, I -"

"Hello, is this y/n?"

You pause, your breath the only thing heard for a few moments. You don't recognize the voice, and as far as you know there weren't any people from your job who needed you for anything.

"Hello?"

"Oh - yes, yes, this is y/n. I apologize, I'm - a little tired."

"Good, good. I'm uh - a big fan of your work. Your writing."

Despite the considerably odd way of complimenting, you smile. You had never expected someone to call in the middle of the night just to compliment your writing, but there's a first for everything.

"Especially on that, uh, killer. . . Ghostface, was it? Yeah, he's interesting."

"I guess you could call him that. or her, or them. I guess no one really knows, huh? I just want them caught, the thought of people constantly being killed just. . . bothers me, y'know? I wanna make a difference, especially when it comes to disgusting people like that. Who could even - kill? I'm sorry for rambling, I should probably let you go to bed. It's pretty late. I'm a little tired, too."

"Exactly what I think. You know, you should turn on your light. I can't see you."

You take a quick breath through your nose as your eyes scan the darkness around you. What did he say? It was silly trying to navigate your room in such a nervous state without being able to see, but you try nonetheless. Opening your door, you make your way to all of the windows in your home first, knowing the doors would be locked. The flashlight from your phone illuminates your path, the phone now put on speaker.

"Where are you?" you inquire hesitantly. You weren't really sure if you wanted the answer, but talking to the person on the phone was the only thing keeping you from breaking down completely. First window, locked.

"Why would I tell you that?" Clearly the other has dropped the innocent act, likely bored from playing along or ready to kill you any minute now. Both were equally as unnerving. Now that he was on speaker it constantly sounded as though he were right beside you every time he spoke. You regret your decision a little, but you have to check the house.

"I don't know." You are surprised your blood hadn't froze in your veins considering how cold it turned. The window in your kitchen was unlocked and opened. He was in the house. Fumbling with your phone to try and not shatter it on the floor, you rush to turn on the light so you can finally take the intruder off of speaker mode and see. "Who are you?"

"I think you know. You've been writing about me a lot lately."

You pause for a moment until the realization smacks you in the face and calls you stupid. Ghostface. Ghostface is in your home right now, and you are likely going to be in an article written by Jed Olsen. Why'd it have to be in this circumstance? You are only going to be remembered as a victim of Ghostface. 'Oh, also they were a journalist, but that's not really important.'

You quickly grab a knife from one of the drawers, the biggest one you own. Considering your arm looks as though it were a small child taking dance lessons for the first time, you aren't really sure if you'd be able to defend yourself properly.

“I'm going to call the cops and I'll get you arrested, do you hear me? Even if you kill me they'll realize I'm dead!" You spat, your venomous words simply a facade.

"I'll kill you before then. Don't waste their time."

You let out a sob, half running half stumbling out of the kitchen in a panicked frenzy as you struggle to navigate your own home. The living room. You needed to be in the living room. That way if you needed to you could run to another room or outside, either one. Shakily holding the knife away from your trembling body you glance around, horrified breaths escaping your lungs rapidly. You were going to die in your own home, and you wouldn't even get payed for your next article you were working on.

A loud noise causes you to jump and harshly point the knife towards the source. The door. You almost hesitate, unsure of who was there, until you heard the sound of your neighbor calling your name. With a cry of relief you fumbled with the locks and quickly opened the door only to be met with a ghostly mask worn by a man holding a device. Upon seeing him click a button and hearing the sound of your neighbor calling your name again you turn in an attempt to run away, your feet tripping over themselves. You were too slow, however, and he had already predicted your attempt to escape.

You try to scream and fight back but find one hand on your mouth and the other around your arms, holding you in place. Regardless, you scream, kick, and throw your arms around the best you can. It does absolutely nothing. You can see his knife grasped in his hand holding your arms to your sides, a shine of light reflecting off of the cold metal. You were going to die, you were going to die, you -

"Now, if you want to live, you'll go right to your room and open that laptop of yours, got it?" The killer demands as though you don't have a choice, and you really don't. Apparently deciding you aren't likely to scream for help at this point he slowly removes his hand from your face, switching the knife from his other hand to his newly free one. "If you don't, I'll kill you. Understand?"

You don't think you've ever nodded so fast in your life. Apparently accepting your answer, Ghostface allows you to quickly walk to your room, staying close behind and not allowing you to go to any other destination. Of course he knew where your room was. As you made it to your room you flipped the light switch, barely reacting to the sudden absence of the dark. You had other things to worry about.

As soon as you entered your room you heard a click. He had shut the door and was now standing right in front of it, not allowing you to leave even if you were dumb enough to try. You hadn't noticed before, but you were crying and your breathing was heavily uneven, filling the silence that tormented you. Rushing over to your laptop, you opened it, looking back at the killer in your room nervously as your gaze flicked between his mask and his knife.

"Show me your newest article, the one you're working on. Do it for your number one fan." While you couldn't see his face, you could practically sense the smile pulling the corners of his lips upward. You nodded, your fear overwhelming you as you shakily pulled up the screen to your work in progress, placing the laptop on the bed close to the man before taking a few steps away. He chuckled, picked the laptop up, read possibly a few words, and set it back down. Though you had stopped crying, you definitely were in no way, shape, or form calm. You were absolutely terrified, and rightly so.

"Why don't you finish it for me? I would kill to see what's in the mind of the greatest journalist of all time." He chuckled again, sitting down on your bed and motioning for you to sit next to him. You do, in fear of angering him, and place your laptop onto your lap. While you scroll down to find where you had left off you could hear his breathing directly next to your face as he leaned in to look closer. You couldn't imagine the vision was very good in that mask, but him being so close to you so casually made you undoubtedly nervous.

With a deep breath you begin typing with shaky fingers, often pausing to try your best to collect your thoughts and put them onto the screen. It proved extremely difficult focusing when a famous murderer was right there, right next to you, reading every single letter you were writing as if it was the answer to life itself. After a while his presence became incredibly overwhelming and you struggled to think, your fingers hovered over various painted letters as you stare blankly at the bright light of the screen. The man must have caught onto your growing fear because he leaned back from your laptop and stared at you, his knife tapping against his knee as he stayed still, seemingly in thought or just observing you.

You didn't think you could grow any more uncomfortable, but here you are. Eventually you stared down at your keyboard, giving up on the attempt to look at though you were busy. Your entire body shook, your eyes growing blurry once tears began to form once again. He was going to kill you now. You couldn't even think straight, all that had been going through your mind while writing was ways he could and would kill you. You messed up. You messed up. You messed up.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a gloved hand carefully taking your jaw and adjusting your head so that you were staring right at the horrifying mask you had been hoping to avoid looking at. Your entire body shook as you glanced down at the knife held in his hands. You wanted to watch it to be ready for any attack, but you couldn't help but stare at the mask hiding the killer's face.

"I won't kill you." he assures as though it would calm you down right then and there. "Not unless I have to, anyway."

Your breath hitches and your eyes immediately shut, blurry with fresh tears. You want to disappear, but unfortunately you can't. Trying to think about what the rest of your day had been like you wonder how it had even took this turn. If you had told yourself a few hours ago the most famous killer in your town was going to break into your home and request to read your work they would laugh in your face. You wouldn't blame them.

The feeling of a leather glove wiping away the tears, new and old, on your face causes you to flinch and open your eyes once again. He was much closer than before, possibly just an inch away from your face. You hadn't even heard him shift forward while you were stuck in your thoughts. Shocked, you try to move back a little only for the Ghostface to wrap an arm around you and keep you close to him, grab the laptop from your lap and place it on his. By the way he was holding you next to him you could barely even move, only causing you to worry further.

He hadn't even attempted to hurt you once. Perhaps it was the mere fact that he had hurt, even killed, people before and likely never stressed over it. From what you have heard he even took pride in his 'work', taking pictures of victims and whatnot. You hoped he hadn't taken any pictures of you at some point. He must have stalked you for a while, a few weeks at the least, to know where everything in your house was. As far as you were aware he could've even been in your house before already! You didn't want to even take the chance of trusting him.

He soon began typing, finishing the work for you instead of forcing you to do it. His knife sat beside him on the bed. Upon noticing you staring at it, he glances between you and the weapon and carefully moved it farther away from him in order to assure he had no plans on harming you anytime soon. The action almost made him seem more human, as if he weren't a murderer that broke into your home and threatened your life multiple times. He seemed almost unsure, nervous that you would suddenly panic and lash out again in an attempt to escape him.

You stare at the screen absentmindedly for a moment before looking down at your lap and letting out a shaky breath. The killer's hand carefully pats the side of your head for just a moment before returning to its place around your torso, likely another awkward attempt to comfort you. For a killer, you noticed, he was incredibly awkward. When he wasn't ready to murder you at any moment, that is. Though you were absolutely nowhere close to relaxing, you couldn't help but feel more calm than you were before. Even so, you refuse to allow yourself to let your guard down. This was a killer, he can and will likely kill you without another thought.

You hadn't meant to, but at some point you had zoned out completely. The only thing taking you out of your thoughts was Ghostface's arm leaving you and him placing your laptop in your lap before retrieving his knife. He pointed the blade towards you, moving it around with small motions as he spoke.

"I may not have killed you now, but I'll have no problem doing so if I find the cops at my door, got it?" he threatened, clearly waiting for an answer. Your fear returning, you nod and watch him leave your room, likely exiting your home from the same window he had entered. You didn't bother to follow him out. Instead you stared at the now finished article with tired and shocked eyes, barely hearing the sound of your kitchen window shutting.

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pianostarinwonderland · 2 years

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No because sometimes I go, what if the fans are misinterpreting azul wrong?

Like yeah everyone has their own hcs and all, but I see too much crybaby azul content :/ granted he WAS a crybaby, not anymore, that's what I remember at least. And after his breakdown he's been dubbed a crybaby again 😂 I mean come on everyone breaks down once in a while. Floyd said he's not the same crybaby anymore, and yeah he'd have his insecurities but is it THAT bad?? Where did all his confidence disappear off to :((

But I'm also wondering about his romantic side. Twst is not an otome so fans make up their own hcs, but I see a lot of "shy, nervous, simp, bottom (help 😭)" etc azul when it comes to this. Personally, I think it sort of clashes?? I sometimes wonder, "what if our interpretations are completely different than what yana believes" 😂

Like okay, I don't think he's had a romantic experience before but he can't be AS pathetic as how some fics have shown him to be? I don't know he's just so useless and pitiful there, and can't do SHIT without the tweels.

Another thing is his strength. Yeah his stamina sucks and all but even after getting it confirmed that he's physically strong I see posts like: azul can't lift a fly

NOOOOooo like in chp 6 we even get to see more of his strength! And I believe he mentions how he's confident in his strength. I don't know, I've been seeing too much of this 😭

In the end everyone can interpret him how they like tbh because he's just a character, but I don't wanna stray away too much from canon. Your thoughts perhaps??

First off, you're very valid for feeling this way. If anything, you're definitely not alone in feeling this way. Trust me, as an Azul stan and as someone who yearns to know more about him, seeing the fandom reducing him to a crybaby has made me feel frustrated.

I actually had to hold off from answering this ask at first because topics like these are hard to really discuss especially when you established a reputation somehow. I can't just say that the fandom is stupid or shitty for interpreting a piece of text or a character in a way that I disapprove or disagree (and lawdy trust me, I made that mistake at least three times, and I think that ended up ugly). Not everyone has the patience or the time to look at TWST in such a deep way, and that's okay! Each of us show our love for the game in our own ways. And as you said, anon, everyone can interpret Azul—and pretty much everyone else in TWST—how they like.

Sadly, it doesn't erase the fact that it gets frustrating at best and downright depressing at worst to see that the common interpretation for Azul is crybaby octopus when there's so much more to him than just him having a mental breakdown.

Azul worked hard to become someone better than his past self. He studied hard, he practiced his magic until he made a powerful UM. He planned his way into becoming Octavinelle's dorm leader (according to Dorm Idia story). He established a student business that's thriving (which Ace says in his Union story, which says a lot that someone from the outside can say that it's a success). Anon also said it. It was Jade actually, but he implied that Azul hasn't cried in a while in chapter 3-35.

Floyd: What now? Azul, are you getting a little misty-eyed?

Jade: My my, have you gone back to the ink-spitting crybaby? [TL by shel_bb]

Take note that the phrasing is "have you gone back", not "are you being the ink-spitting crybaby again", which is heavy implication that Azul hasn't cried in a while.

He worked hard to be a better person. Even TWST puts such emphasis in Azul's hard work. Where people like Leona and Vil felt that not even hard work would bring them the recognition that they want, hard work was what brought Azul to some of his most successful years.

One time, a friend pointed out that one of the biggest misinterpretations about Azul is that people underestimate his determination and hard work. And holy shit, it is true.

Once, someone asked me about Azul's voice: If it was shown in the flashback that he stole someone's voice, wouldn't that mean that his voice would be different starting from chapter 4 now that his contracts have been dusted?

A good question honestly. And at the time, I didn't know how to answer it because huh, that's interesting, but also, his voice never really changed at the end of chapter 3 either. But the short answer? No. Long answer? Azul didn't just cheat his way and use the talents of others that he took. Yes, he used the abilities he took, but it doesn't mean he didn't slack off. He worked hard to build an image: someone confident, intelligent, unbreakable. He would have made sure that he sounded that way to people.

On the topic of Azul's determination, he has his own skills too. Anon pointed out his strength, so I'll get into that. Yes he can't fly, but by God, he has strength. Even Floyd had a miffed reaction to people calling Azul weak. He didn't have to tell Riddle, Vil, and Epel during Beans Day that Azul was actually strong, he doesn't have reason to. But he fucking did.

Riddle: And where do you get off mocking ME? Your housewarden Azul is hardly a heavy hitter himself with his magic out of the equation. From what I saw earlier, he was the only one on the monster team struggling to catch his breath.

Vil: True. If he's that desperate to improve his PE grade, he could try putting in the work every day to—

Floyd: Wait, hold up. Who said anything about Azul bein' weak without his magic? He's real strong. [Beans 2, Chapter 20, official localization]

That same strength is also confirmed in chapter 6 as well! While I don't have a reliable translation to quote it from, Azul tells Riddle that even if he was collared, he would still have the strength of his arms.

So okay, this is just one explanation as to why Azul isn't just crybaby. Again, we all have our different interpretations and that's okay~.

What is not okay is when people not only reduce Azul to being a crybaby but also calling him pathetic for it.

I think some of you guys know this recent Twitter poll about the most pathetic character in Twisted Wonderland. It's a fun poll, it's really funny to look at the results (like that one round where Ace got 93% of the votes lmaooooo), and it was all in good fun. But the problem was that some of the qrts said that Azul is pathetic because he cried in chapter 3, or that chapter 3 was the proof you need to justify Azul being pathetic.

Listen, many of us would agree that it's funny to point and laugh at Azul. Like for example, a lot of Azul stans, myself included, find it funnier than frustrating that Azul didn't get event cards for nearly two years because he was the first character to murder us with 2 SSRs in one month. Right now, it's also funny that Azul's recent Camp outfit almost makes him look like a middle aged Korean grandma, but let's be honest, it's still a good outfit. But still, there's a lightheartedness to all the joking. It's nothing mean spirited.

But call Azul pathetic for crying, for breaking down in tears, even if it's joking, and that's when it gets hurtful. Yes, Azul is a fictional character, so it's more "okay" to call him pathetic for that than to call real people pathetic. Yes, maybe I do care too much for fucking pixels.

But seeing so many people say that Azul is pathetic for being a crybaby speaks so much about the kind of people they are. It speaks of a bigger societal problem regarding toxic masculinity, where boys are pathetic when they cry. If Azul was a girl, would you still call her pathetic for breaking down?

I don't think people realize it, but having to hear these comments about Azul hurts. I've heard these comments everywhere: Twitter, Tumblr, and especially my own fucking friends and fellow Octavinelle stans.

There was one time I saw a friend say that they would find Sebek being crybaby adorable but if it's Azul, it's pathetic coming from him. At the time, my mental health was down the drain. I went through days when I just wanted to lose it right then and there and cry my heart out. Azul is one of my few sources of comfort, so I especially held onto him tightly that time. So to have someone just say that? I felt hurt by that. Maybe it sounds crazy, but at that time, I thought, "So if you think Azul's crying is pathetic, does that mean you'd say me crying is pathetic?"

There was another time when I wanted to scream about how hardworking Azul was because chapter 6 highlighted that even more. Someone made a tweet (in JP) how Azul's magic isn't as good as some of the other boys, but the fact that he's one of the strong mages still is a testament to how hard he worked to reach that point. And I linked that in a server, and before I could say anything, someone went in and said, "Lmaooo this crybaby is actually okay." Needless to say, not only did they just say it when I was about to lovemail, I was hurt by that comment too because just having people say that they look at Azul like he's pathetic felt hurtful.

I'm going to repeat, hearing those comments hurts. A lot of people love Azul for a reason. He made people feel seen, he's someone that a lot of people intimately relate to. He's a lot of people's comfort character. Please remember that.

I'll end this post on that note. Sorry anon that I used your ask to ramble like this. But I really want this to be said and heard. Again, to repeat, it's okay to interpret things differently. Some of us don't have the time to look at TWST deeply, and some of us just don't have that patience to do so, and that's alright. And we're not perfect, our biases may come out, and we may say things that may sound mean. But yeah, I just want people to at least know that there's more to Azul than just being crybaby. And that calling Azul pathetic for being a crybaby is hurtful and feeds to the bigger problem about how boys are seen to be pathetic when they cry.

#twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #ask #There's a lot of other points from the ask that I couldn't talk about #but I've got asks in the inbox that also address those same points. :33 #putting this on the main tags to be seen;;;#it's like 1am and my word choice is very poor #pov you're struggling to think of adjectives for hurtful

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