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A Flower Made of Playing Cards (Lyney x Reader)

Summary: A highschool idol AU commissioned by a very kind and patient anon!

It's mostly inspired by this headcanon post, where Lyney spends his civilian life starting to pine after you (a classmate) while keeping his idol life as 'Felis' a secret.

Content warnings: reader is implied to be at a height where Lyney can spin them under his arm?? That's pretty much it! Still gender neutral as usual

Preparing for the Stage:

When Lyney was first asked what he wanted to base his idol concept on, he decided on the magic of luck — something unpredictable and frankly, he wouldn’t bet on most of the time — but if a black cat of all things could disguise itself as a charming magician who made dreams come true, Lyney thought that could be the truth threaded within his performances.

His luck in gaining a family as supportive as his own. His luck in being chosen out of many candidates to debut, and…

Suppose a bit of rotten luck could play into his concept too. The kinds where props or staff go missing on the day of his nationwide tour, and miracles come into play to get him out of a tight spot.

But like a cat landing on its feet, Lyney — as Felis — would always come through in the end with a smile.

There is comfort in the mysterious and ethereal. The audience places their faith in idols to remain as an untouchable being, talented and charming till the end; while the idol repeats their tricks and illusions, learning them down to a science of well-orchestrated plans.

With the right people to support him behind the curtains, Lyney is sure there is little he can’t do.

But at the end of the day, Lyney is still just a teenager. And when faced with you, who’d unknowingly puppeteered his heartstrings to skip at the quirk of your lips, eyes crinkling with laughter from your seat a few rows away…

No one said that stars couldn’t fall in love. In fact, the ways they do so might be more beautifully devastating than ever. And Lyney is nothing if not someone who burns as brightly as he shines onstage.

On the other side:

You’ve always thought of Lyney as a regular classmate; one who gets along with others but otherwise keeps to himself. And sure, he’s also really cute, but Lyney’s always just been a nice presence to hang around with, especially after you learned he has a knack for magic tricks and was willing to teach you a few, skilled fingers sifting through a deck of cards.

You’re starting to think that Lyney’s not just a friend to you anymore.

Despite your best efforts to keep your feelings at bay, you’re more than aware that the nerves building up in your stomach whenever he’s near spells out a crush. As you get to know him, Lyney’s somehow went from cute to pretty, and you know you're not crazy when you notice his quiet charm shifting into something more extroverted.

There are no seating plans during the breaks between classes — particularly if it’s this week, where your science teacher has packed off to accompany a sports team to a tournament — so you spend the hour finishing your substitute work with Lyney by your side. Except once you’re both done, he takes to scrolling through his phone and showing you the posts on his feed every now and then, and you swear his chair has been shifting closer and closer every minute.

With quiet words, Lyney leans towards you with a quirk to his lips. You wonder if he realizes how dangerous this is to your wellbeing.

“This cafe’s menu is themed after wizards! See the cauldron?”

“Maybe you could get a part-time job there as an entertainer.” You suggest.

Lyney hums. “But I only like to perform magic for my friends. Which totals to three people, including you.”

“Are the other two Lynette and Freminet?”

“Bingo!”

“I don’t know if your sister would be happy to hear that.” She’d probably say he sounds like a loner.

“Nevermind if that makes her cringe — she’s stuck with me anyways. But I’d like to think at least Freminet would be happy.”

“He’s a sweet kid,” You try not to get distracted by Lyney’s hair tickling your shoulder. “Maybe you should take him there with you.”

“Just between us, I think Freminet would be more comfortable if you were there too.” Lyney shrugs, eyes meeting yours with a clarity that tells you this is a genuine offer. “He’s a bit more chatty around you, which is saying a lot.”

“Maybe that’s just because you’re too much for him?”

“Whatever do you mean? I’m nothing if not quiet, introverted, shy…”

“Shy.” You repeat in disbelief. You might’ve believed that once upon a time, but certainly not now. “A shy person wouldn’t offer to teach a stranger how to do card tricks.��

“Maybe I was just enchanted by you.”

“You avoided me unless we were talking about magic.” You remind him, to which Lyney bumps his shoulder against yours with a huff. “Maybe at that time you were a little shy, but I highly doubt you’d be like that towards your brother.”

“I’ve let you talk too much to my siblings…” He’s pouting. “Your impression of me is ruined now.”

“There’d be nothing to ruin you with if you haven’t done anything.” You tap your chin. “Is there another big secret that I should ask them about?”

You don’t notice, but Lyney’s eyes widen before he tears his gaze away from you, trying to stop the blush rising on his cheeks. If he wasn’t sitting so close, he’d probably slap his face to snap out of it.

Which secret? His crush — or idol career?

Just the thought of you knowing about his feelings is enough to make him combust, but the idea of you realizing he was the idol Felis? You’ve already told Lyney you weren’t that interested in idols since they were real people, compared to 2D characters who you could headcanon about to your hearts’ content.

A part of him is relieved this means that if you fell for him, it’d be for himself. But another part feels like it’s a waste of the possibilities floating around his head; what if he surprised you by inviting you to a concert, then watched as the understanding enters your face when he steps onstage? What if he dedicates one of his performances to you, or asks you to sneak out with him after a show?

He’s even wearing just one side of his earphones so there’s an opening to offer you the other; it’s less about the music at this point, and instead the little gestures that tell him he has a chance.

He’d take any interaction if it has to do with you, but only within the safety of his own home would Lyney allow himself to daydream — his imagination causing a burn on his cheeks.

Lynette tells him he’s been reading too many mangas, but an idol can dream. Lyney just hadn’t expected you to become one of said dreams so fast.

Rehearsals:

Somehow, practicing how he’d confess to you is harder than any other rehearsal Lyney’s done. Perhaps it’s because he knows he looks like an idiot, speaking to the wall-length mirror after he gave up on Lynette and Freminet as helpers.

…The things he’d like to say to you remain private, anyways. There’s no way Lyney could bring himself to sound so sappy to anyone’s face but yours.

Seeing as it’s off-season, the only idol work Lyney has is related to magazine and advertisements shoots. It’s nothing much compared to when he first did an overseas tour, so he has the chance to steal some time for himself — going for a coffee run after he dons a mask and large sweater, then a cap which hides most of his hair.

Today Lyney had to model for a limited-edition pocky series. It’s strawberry and something-flavored, so the dress and makeup people had the bright idea to add a ribbon to his hair. It’s fanservice, it’s cute, and Lyney doesn’t think much of it seeing as he can’t see himself, until he spots you outside of the cafe where he’s waiting for his order.

He’s always been light on his feet, but Lyney doesn’t think he’s ever ducked into a corner so fast, quieting himself in an attempt to become invisible.

You haven’t seen him without his glasses before, so maybe you wouldn’t…?

“Order for Felix!”

Of course it’s his turn now that you’re here. He considers taking off the ribbon before thinking better of it, hoping it isn't visibly poking out from underneath his cap.

“...Here!” Lyney tries not to cringe as he goes up to the counter. On most days he gives the cashier a random name — sometimes ‘Felix’ because it could be his idol alias read wrongly — but right now it almost gives him a heart attack when he hears his not-name, because it’s followed by you accidentally bumping into him and apologizing for almost spilling his coffee.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

“It’s alright, nothing’s spilled.” Lyney realizes too late that you might recognise his voice, and starts to speak in a muffled tenor. “No worries at all. Thank you for your concern.”

“...Felix, was it?” You look at him in confusion. “Is your throat okay?”

Before you can look at him any closer, Lyney’s turned away from you and started to speed-walk out of the cafe like his life depends on it.

“Perfectly fine, enjoy your day!” He says a bit louder to not appear too rude. He’s quite sure his ears are red as he makes his retreat, and by the time he makes enough distance between himself and the cafe, Lyney realizes something.

He didn’t even get to hear your coffee order!

Back to your side:

Out of all strange incidents that could happen over the weekend, you didn’t expect an encounter with some ‘Felix’ guy to linger in your mind until now.

To be honest, it was less about the stranger and just the ribbon you spotted in his hair when he ran away. As you listen to Lyney ramble about a magic trick he’s figured out recently, you watch the way his ash-blond locks sway with every motion.

…That pink ribbon from the stranger's head might look cute on Lyney. With how the breeze is playing with his hair, you can imagine the ends of the ribbon floating, threatening to fall loose and fly off the school rooftop you’re loitering at.

Lunch finished and forgotten, Lyney stands up as he’s reminded of something. He spins on his heel to look at you, hands linked behind his back.

“You know, over the weekend I saw a dance go viral.”

“The one on tiktok?”

“Yep! Want to try it?”

Lyney’s not usually this energetic, but it’s not so out-of-character that you’d start to find it odd. Instead, you’d like to preserve the easy smile on his lips while you still can — it’s a rare sight to see him this excited, steps light and gaze playful.

“I’m not a good dancer, though…” You hesitate, before Lyney comes closer to pull you to your feet with both hands — and how could you say no when your fingers are still loosely linked between you?

Lyney’s cheery demeanor slips into something more calm. With a content hum, he takes a small step away from you and positions his feet. You mimic him as he explains each move.

“Okay, so now you have to do a turn from this side.”

“How should I when you’re still holding onto me?”

“Like this,” Lyney urges you to turn, and as naturally as momentum brings you, he lets go of one of your hands to twirl you under his arm. “See? It’s easy!”

“I’m quite sure the dance didn’t involve a partner.” You can’t keep your smile down, peering up at Lyney when you stand in front of him again. “Trying to set a new trend, are we?”

“Only if you’ll let me record us. I won’t post it anywhere though, since my manager might get mad at me.”

“Your manager at work?” You ask, confusion furrowing your brow. “Did you accidentally sign an extra clause or something? They shouldn’t be able to control how you act outside of your shift!” Lyney bursts into laughter, earning a light hit on the shoulder from you. “Hey! This is serious — what kind of part time job did you get yourself into?”

“I wouldn’t say it’s a regular side-gig.” Lyney calms down, expression dusted with a pink blush as he looks at you fondly. “I’m a bit of a public figure, though I don’t normally dress that way when I’m at school.”

“Well then, Mr Popular.” You play along. “What should I be calling you instead then, when I see you during your job?”

“...Most people call me Felis, if that rings any bells.” He glances away. “It’d be pretty embarrassing if you didn’t recognise my name. But I do have to sing, dance, and…”

“You’re an idol.” Your eyes widened, the words spoken so quietly, you had to repeat them just to make sure they didn’t slip away. “You’re that idol, aren’t you? The sparkly-looking guy on the billboards!”

“Not so loud!” Lyney hushes you, grabbing your shoulders in reflex before stopping. He clears his throat, taking a step away. You would’ve minded the distance more, if it were not for the sight of Lyney bashful in front of you. “...It’s a bit of a secret, just so I can still live peacefully as a civilian. I asked Lynette and Freminet to make sure no one could overhear us here. They might be as nervous as me about your reaction, I’m sure.”

“I find that a little hard to believe.” If anything, they might be more worried about Lyney recuperating. You speak tentatively, raising a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “Now that I’m checking properly though, you do have the same look.”

It takes everything in Lyney to not squirm at your touch, and it’s even more terrifying that he wants to keep you there. “I would hope so, seeing as we’re the same person.”

“I bet Felis doesn’t spin his fans under his arm,” You quirk a cheeky smile. “Unless there’s something else you have to tell me?”

“Of course not, that’s only reserved for the best of…” Lyney trails off, the word ‘friend’ dying on his tongue. Not that you aren’t one, but— “I thought it’d be important to tell you about my job, before I ask you the real question I have on my mind.”

Giving him a nod, you tell him you’re all ears.

“...If you’re free next week, would you want to go somewhere together? As a date, I mean.” He lets the question sit in the air. “I understand if not, of course, whether it be because you just see me as a friend or find the whole idol thing too much—”

“I’ll make sure I’m free.” It takes a moment for your answer to register in Lyney’s head before his eyes light up. “Rather, you might have to make sure I don’t mess anything up for you. Like… should I call you by another name? Do I also need to wear a disguise?” If you had a net right now, it’d be very helpful in catching the butterflies in your stomach, to keep you focused on what you’re saying.

Just you would be perfect. “As long as we dress casually, it should be fine.” Lyney’s smile is contagious, now that he’s settling into the fact you said yes. “Sunday afternoon?”

“Sounds good!” You’re cut off by the bell. Remembering that you have PE and haven’t changed yet, you curse under your breath and quickly apologize to Lyney. “I’ll see you later— or text, if not!”

By the time your sentence ends, the door to the rooftop has shut, and Lyney is left standing with the tiniest of smiles, looking at the ground to try and control his expression before his siblings can bombard him with questions.

Lyney has never felt nervous while singing love songs before, but his manager recently commented that he feels younger than usual. Like an actual teenager in love.

It checks out, considering how fast his heart races when he starts to associate lyrics with you. Gone is the Felis who shines like an untouchable star, and here enters an idol who might just be human.

He enjoys it, as afraid as he is at the same time. To place one’s heart in the hands of another is terrifying, but he’d rather it be you than anyone else.

…But maybe you shouldn’t attend any of his concerts for now. He doesn’t know what he’d do if his brain short-circuits at the sight of you within the crowd.

His own little secret within a sea of people entrusting him with their dreams — what a thrilling thing indeed.

Speeding up:

After that day, you noticed that Lyney has loosened up more around you — in a way that means he’s more likely to smile and cling to you during conversations. If he had cat ears, you can imagine they’d be standing proud every time he managed to fluster you, watching for every micro-reaction as if his career depended on pulling that expression from you as he might with a crowd of adoring fans.

Except you think that Lyney’s adapting to this too quickly. How is it that he was the nervous one that day at the rooftop, but has been going on the offense ever since the next morning?!

Lynette apologized to you in advance, telling you that once Lyney has his eyes on a goal, he’d be merciless in trying to charm your heart. You just didn’t think it’d affect you this much, though that might have more to say about how quickly you’re falling rather than Lyney’s approach.

Every time Lyney calls your name and decides it’s time to hang around you like sunshine to a flower, you’re reminded of the clips of Felis you’ve watched after learning of his job. It was a mix of curiosity and puzzling out what Lyney’s other side might be like…

But god, does he have to constantly sport a smile like that? You find out through a promotional video that the coffee shop stranger actually was Lyney, and the ribbon does look very cute in his hair.

It’s a shame you’re only seeing the whole design through a screen. And even worse is the way he’s blowing a kiss to the camera in this one music video—

“What’re you watching?” Lyney’s hands rest against the back of your seat as he leans to look over your shoulder, prompting a panicked noise from your throat. You fumble with your phone, flipping it over so he can’t see. The little smile Lyney’s wearing tells you he has an inkling, but he does you the favor of not spelling it out. “Must’ve been a pretty good video if you didn’t hear me coming over.”

“You snuck up on me!” Sending him a glare, you power off your phone protectively. “...And if you must know, I was just listening to a song.”

“Can I hear?” Despite his playful tone, Lyney does give you the space to deny him as he adjusts his glasses. “But of course, I understand if you don’t like to share headphones.”

“I don’t mind, but there’s something else I’m wondering about.” You tilt your head up to peer at Lyney more closely, reaching a hand out to graze against his fingers. “Are these real?”

“My hands? I’d hope so.”

“Your glasses.” You retort quietly, trying not to roll your eyes. “Despite how I had to make a reality check about you too, I do know in fact that you’re real.”

Lyney laughs, raising a fist to his mouth. “You flatter me. But to answer your question — yes, these are actual glasses. Though the prescription isn’t too bad, so I only wear contacts if needed elsewhere.” With a serious pause, Lyney meets your gaze. “I wear these to school though, because I need to look at the board from behind and admire you clearly.”

You prop your chin against your palm. “I’m starting to think you’ve gotten too flirty recently.”

“Would you believe me if I said I’ve been holding back?” He hums, pulling a chair to sit beside you and mirror your pose. “I wanted to make sure you were comfortable with me romantically at first, but after that…”

“...You’re lucky I find you cute.” You sigh in jest. “At this rate, you might wear me down before we even go on a first date.”

“There’s still a lot about myself I’d like to share with you.” Lyney quietly admits. “I just hope we’ll be able to talk with more freedom. And if you decide you still like me after that — I suppose I’d feel like the luckiest guy in the world.”

The softness in his words somehow hits you harder than his previous flirtations.

It’s me who should be feeling incredibly lucky.

Rather than one persona being more genuine than the other, you were starting to understand Lyney’s balance between the schoolmate you knew and the charming idol onscreen.

You see the truth of his smile underneath the blinding lights and exchanges in the hallways; the adorable way he fiddles with his pen during class versus his confident choreography.

It’s all Lyney. You just have to learn more about him and put his trust to good use.

He’s not the type to pull just anyone into his world, after all. Lyney has always held back just a little, so as to not let his secrets show from behind the curtains to even his familiar friends.

And now that he’s allowed you in, how could you possibly take his excitement for granted? You’d be lying if you said you weren’t looking forward to it too.

The date:

When Lyney greets you at the start of the date, the last thing you expected is for him to sneak a pink rose into your hair in place of a bouquet.

He claims it’s more discreet, especially considering the way he’s dressed with a mask and hat to hide his features, glasses also present. Despite these, Lyney is expressive enough that it doesn’t affect your conversations, and you allow him to take your hand as he leads you to the aquarium. It’s lunch time, so you’re going against the regular flow of people and enjoying the exhibits while it’s less populated.

Beneath the walkway tunnel where various rainbows of fish swim by, you gaze up in wonder at the shadow of a shark passing through.

Fontaine is nothing if not abundant in sea-related attractions, even if the main city is on land. You haven’t visited this aquarium since you were a kid, so it was nice to relive traipsing through a world washed in soothing, gentle blue.

“I think when we were younger, me and Lynette would talk about catching these fish if we were allowed into the tanks.” Lyney muses. “Perhaps that’s why our father says we’re like cats.”

“If we were in the wild though, catching fish for dinner would be a pretty good idea.” You gaze up. “But… if I was able to breathe underwater, I think I’d just spend all day escaping my troubles.”

“Would you have space for a partner in crime?”

“Only if they’d be able to help, by whisking us away from pursuers, for example.” You smile when Lyney starts swinging your hands lightly between you. “It’s stressful business when I have to worry about two of us getting caught, instead of just one.”

“I’d take the heat so you can get away first.” The conversation is childish, but Lyney’s sentiment makes a frown pull at your lips.

He’s confused when you stop walking and turn to face him. “No self-sacrifices! We either run together or get caught together. Nothing in-between.”

Something flickers in his eyes before he replies, tone warm. “Alright then. I’m at your mercy.”

“A bold claim, when you surprised me with this in my hair.” You point towards the rose Lyney’s managed to secure to your shirt with a pin, after his initial sneaky reveal. “...I’m just trying to make sure you’re not the only one giving between us, but it’s hard to keep up with all…” You gesture vaguely at him. “This.”

“You just signaled to all of me.”

“That’s right!” You huff, crossing your arms across your chest. Lyney resists the urge to reach out and entwine your fingers again. “You’re too pretty, and nice, then I find out you can sing and dance too—”

“But I like surprising you.” Lyney chirps back, a laugh in his voice as he notices the way your face is darkening with a blush. He does you the service of hiding this from passersby — if any actually entered the walkway now, empty as it is — with his hands cupping both of your cheeks. “Maybe it’s because I’m a workaholic, but I want to make sure your eyes are only on me.” It’s the most dangerous thing he could say to you, in public or not. “So maybe I should apologize for dragging you into my selfish whims.”

“...But you don’t intend to stop.” You say, feeling lightheaded.

“Of course not.” Lyney hums, eyes bright with a smile. “There are a lot of stars to compete with in the night sky.”

And you said we're in this together, did you not? It's not the first time someone's told him he doesn't have to do things alone, but… it means a lot, coming from you.

“I hope you don’t say this to all your fans,” you sigh, relaxing into the softness of his palms. They’re smooth, and you realize Lyney’s always felt a little warm to the touch.

“You’re a fan?”

The lilt in Lyney’s voice tells you you’ve made a mistake in your choice of words. He’s much, much too happy that a previously-disinterested person like you has now seen enough of his idol content to make such a slip.

“A fan of Lyney Hearth.” You try to salvage your pride, gaze trained onto the ground.

“Oh… I see.”

Lyney’s eyes widen before he catches himself, suddenly glad he’s wearing a mask for a different reason.

God… What is he going to do with you?

After attempting to feed penguins, seals, and exploring the open pool where you’re allowed to touch reef creatures, you and Lyney make a beeline out of the aquarium and towards the main shopping street, where many cafes are abound.

Since you were working against the usual rush schedule, you managed to grab a seat at a local favorite which also served meals; corner of the cafe and out of sight.

The meal passes by without issue, and next you browse some stores nearby while slowly heading towards the park. You were in a hobby shop when a group suddenly exclaimed the name Felis, causing Lyney to flinch and pull you with him behind a shelf.

“Oh my god, they do have idol stuff!”

“Yeah, but we already have this! It’s not new merch, y’know.”

Lyney lets out a relieved sigh, slumping against the shelf of comics. “Nevermind, false alarm.”

“Are you always this jumpy?” You whisper back, resisting the urge to look around him and see what said Felis merch was as the group moves to another end of the store. Lyney doesn’t seem to realize his arms are still wrapped around you, and that if you simply tilted your head a little, your faces could touch.

“Only because I’m more distracted today.” With you. “It’s nice to know that people are having fun though. My manager would classify that as a good review.”

“Yes, but also, um…” You clear your throat, causing Lyney to finally turn his head and freeze at your proximity. “Not that I mind, but you’re still holding on to me.”

“...Am I too close?” He sheepishly asks.

Yes.

“Not at all.” You swallow your nerves. “But if the staff find us like this, we’re definitely going to get kicked out.”

One shared crepe and a walk in the park later, you reach a quiet area hidden between the trees that’s lit by the evening light. Lyney explains that he and other trainees would often come here to hide out and practice choreography together, when the training rooms became too suffocating. In hindsight, he’s quite sure this spot had eventually been bought out by their company, seeing as they never ran into any press or strangers here.

“We’d prop our phones on water bottles and record ourselves, since there was no mirror.” Lyney recounts. “It was mostly to catch our mistakes, but some managers encourage us to pretend we’re doing vlogs too, to get used to presenting our personalities to the camera. Whatever does get uploaded is screened, though.”

“Do you still have those videos?” You’re sitting on a bench, legs crossed and facing one-another. “The ones that didn’t get posted, I mean.”

“...Maybe? They’re really embarrassing though.” He chuckles, and almost moves to take off his mask before he thinks better of it. “And I think I only did those to update my family on how I was doing. They don’t believe my words entirely when I say I’m fine.”

“You are too good of a talker, so I’d be wary too.” You laugh, glancing up at the sky. The clouds are parting for purple and orange. “I think once upon a time, I might’ve dreamed about doing something creative too. Like singing, fashion, or etcetera.”

“Not every interest has to be placed in the public eye.” Lyney takes off his hat, giving you a wink. “Guess what’s inside.”

“A dove? More roses?”

“Take a look.”

Once you lean closer, Lyney raises the cap to shield your faces from one side, then pulls his mask aside to block the other. It’s over in a moment, but he brushes his lips over your cheek, and the one image that clings to your mind is the blush adorning his face and the clear look in his violet eyes.

Eyes that are trained on you — holding your attention until something flickers in the corner of your vision, and Lyney reveals a rose made of playing cards.

You look down to check for the flower pinned on your shirt: no longer there, and presumably transformed by Lyney’s trick of the senses. He allows you to take the handcrafted rose with a satisfied smile.

“I was nervous it might’ve fallen apart after walking around all day.” He admits. “It’s not as romantic as a regular rose, but I hope it holds its charm all the same.”

It’s very him. Lovely and careful in the ways he opens up his petals to you, but hiding a puzzle of spells underneath.

“It’ll last a lot longer, too.” You smile, storing it carefully to take home later. “How long did you spend on preparing that?”

“What do you mean? I transformed it in a second.” He muses. “Besides, I don’t want to spoil the magic. It took a lot of practice, but normally just with an audience that looks at the hat, instead of…” Lyney trails off, clapping his hands together as if to signal the next topic. “I can teach you to fold a flower like that though, if you’d like.”

“In the library as usual?” You allow the shift in conversation, if only because unlike Lyney, you do not have the solace of hiding your expression behind a disguise. “I’m starting to wonder if your skillset will ever be exhausted.”

“Well, I’m quite adept at interviews, modeling, and learning things by sight.” For his idol work, he means. “But I will admit I’ve been curious about baking. Maybe one day we could try that together.”

“Collecting points in more categories, I see. Maybe you can teach me how to dance, too.”

Lyney surprises you by swinging his legs off the bench and standing. He gives you a little bow, a glint in his eyes as he extends a hand towards you. “One of Felis’ you mean? I could do that now.”

Right now?!

“Don’t you trust me to?” Lyney pouts. “I’m a good teacher, I promise.”

“M… Maybe next time?” You’re not too sure, suddenly feeling intimidated by the idea of proper choreography. By instinct, you still take Lyney’s hand and get to your feet. “I need to mentally prepare— Whoa!”

Before you can finish, Lyney’s spun you around and lowered you into a dip, hands supporting you at your back and waist. He keeps it shallow and helps you back up — lips quirked as you’re suddenly pulled closer to him with the momentum, bodies and faces inches apart.

His pupils are dilated.

Your indignation quickly forms into surprise. There’s a quiet tension surrounding the air — a question asked, and your hand reaches up to take off Lyney’s mask in reply as he steals your breath away straight from your lips.

You’ve been wondering when you’d finally get the chance to stop his honeyed words with a kiss.

After you get home, you find a playing card that Lyney’s slipped into your pocket. On it is his familiar scrawl, and a few simple words:

‘Thank you for today. Love — your number 1 fan.’

You get a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time you exchange messages upon a suit of hearts. Maybe you’ll start investing in a deck of your own, just for him.

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kichikichiko · 5 months

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Ok, so I hope I don’t make you uncomfortable with this request. If I do, just tell me!

Ok, and you do a SFW/Fluff of Wally Darling x Y/N who is pregnant (I don’t even think it’s possible that puppets can be pregnant but I guess roll with it 😅)

So, can you do headcannons on marriage + pregnancy (If you’re comfortable with writing that. I don’t know why I just think sense he’s in a kids tv show and is overall calm, I think he would be amazing with kids) gender of children/kids if there will be multiple are up to you, doesn’t really matter.

Also I think you would be cute if we got a small reaction from the neighbors of the marriage and or pregnancy! Like how would the whole neighborhood react to this?

Our little family

An: HI EVERYONE IM BACKKKK

I saw this cute request and literally could not resist I HAD TO!

I love reading n writing pregnancy related fics its so fun n fluffy UGH

Hope you like this liz! I totally agree with you. Wally would be good with kids no doubt

Synopsis: HC of Wally with a pregnant puppet reader!

Pairing: Wally Darling x AFAB reader

Cw: fluff, pregnancy, established relationship, reader is called mother @ the end, wally is probs OOC, defies all puppet logic known to mankind

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You and Wally Darling have always been Welcome Home's "it" couple, so imagine the happiness everyone felt when the two of you got married, and imagine the shock everyone felt when you got pregnant!

When you found out you're pregnant you couldn't contain your happiness

You had to tell Wally ASAP after he came back from Barnaby's place

You like knitting so you thought it'd be fun to surprise him with knitted baby clothes, so you got straight to work.

Wally came home at around 1 PM, right after lunch. "Darling I'm Home!"

"Over in the living room dear!" You called, and he made his way to the living room.

Seeing your giddy expression has become one he's used to, but Wally had a feeling that something was different "Darling, you seem really giddy today, did something happen?"

To his question you grinned wider "Im happy everyday with you dear, but I suppose you can say the reason as to why is..." trailing off you picked up the yellow knitted baby outfit you have finished in the morning

Wally couldnt believe it.

Mr. Darling had always been known to have the same expression no matter what, but hearing this news caused him to have his jaw dropped to the floor (quite literally)

Most people would take this as a bad sign, but you knew Wally better than that. You could tell all sorts of emotions and thoughts ran through his brain

"I'll be a father? This can't be happening!" "What a miracle!" "Ill be the best papa for my son or daughter... or both!" "Im so lucky" were just a few he manage to say to you before deciding to kiss you all over your face with his signature slow laugh.

All the other 8 neighbours were delighted to hear that youre pregnant! Thanks to Wally walking around and casually telling them of course.

Julie screamed with joy, hugging you jumping up and down (dangerously close to you) which caused your dear husband to kindly and gently, push and remind Julie to be more careful. To which she complied, causing you to giggle

Sally, a drama queen obviously giggled with joy as well, only she knew better than to hug you while jumping up and down. She promises to give your kid a show once they were old enough to understand.

Poppy was shocked and happy for you and wally, so much so the bird started baking you a cake as a congratulations. She promised you that if you ever had any cravings, just give her a call and she'll be more than happy to bake you something!

Frank was delighted to say the least, despite his face not showing it. You knew he cared. And Frank being Frank, gave you heads up on pregnancy, what to avoid eating, what to do when feeling contractions, letting you know the size of your baby etc. This is his love language, info dumping. He will come and visit Home whenever you need him. As he is Welcome Home's book worm.

Howdy was very delighted. Gave you a pat on the back as well as a hearty laugh. Howdy started stocking up on baby items like pacifiers, diapers and baby toys just for you in the shop

Eddie of course, was just as happy as the other members of Welcome Home. Being the Mailman, he told you that once your belly grows big and you can no longer walk, he'd be happy to deliver your mails and or deliver things to you.

It was delightful having so many wonderful and kind neighbours all around you! And having a wonderful husband made your pregnancy journey fairly easy despite its occasional ups and downs throughout the 9 months.

BONUS:

Once your daughter came into the world, everyone was in awe and took care of her like the niece they never knew they needed!

Wally was obviously a fantastic father, and you were a fantastic mother

When your daughter is old enough, he'd teach her how to paint and they'd go on father daughter dates around the neighbourhood. Painting all they can see and proudly showing their work to you once they get back

Wally would read your daughter bedtime stories to help her sleep

Maybe even throughout the day as well

Waddles up to her father and shows him a book

"Oh? Whats this my sweet peach?" He'd startd "you want papa to read you this book?"

With a gleeful nod she'd get on her tippy toes and give Wally a full clear view on the book

"My sweets its not even bedtime yet are you sure you dont want to save this for tonight?"

He ends up reading it to her anyways

His daughter is his greatest weakness

It made you feel at ease knowing that your daughter is surrounded by kind and loving people <333

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runninriot · 5 months

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Love Is A Polaroid Steddie ficlet | ~2k | cw: implied/referenced self-destructive behaviour, drinking, a little heartbreak before it gets better | happy sappy steddie & platonic stobin

inspired by the insanely talented @inklessletter 's #polaroid series (go check out their art right now!!!)

"Steeeve, please!" Robin begs. Literally begs.

Like, hands folded together as if in prayer, a pleading look in her eyes, expression as if she's in pain.

"Robs, no! I don't- that's stupid. I don't feel comfortable with you following us around to take pictures for your- whatever it is." He waves a hand at her dismissively.

"It's a project, Steve. For my Photography Studies course."

He should know, she already explained that. Told him something about visualizing love in its purest form. Told him she wants to take polaroid pictures of him and Eddie. No posing, just random shots whenever she feels like it. Pictures in black and white - something about using dark tones and deep contrasts to enhance the beauty of simple moments in their day to day life.

"Whatever. I still don't get why it has to be us?"

Steve is a little frustrated. She's been going on about her wonderful idea for a good few minutes now, not willing to drop the subject no matter how adamantly Steve declines. She knows how shy he gets when he knows someone is taking a picture of him. He hates how he always looks a little off, has never felt very photogenic. So, the mere thought of Robin capturing him in possibly awkward situations with his boyfriend makes his skin crawl.

"Well, first of all, you are my best friends, so it would mean a lot to have you be part of it. Plus, we live together so I wouldn’t be around you any more than I already am. You wouldn’t even notice. And you two are the perfect motive because-“ Robin’s eyes flicker down to her own feet, unable to hold his gaze.

Her face is suddenly painted with a faint crimson blush. Steve's furrowed brows smooth out and his expressions go soft again when he looks at his best friend's bashful little smile as she looks sheepishly back up at him.

"You are the perfect motive because I've never seen two people being so in love with each other. Makes me sick how soft and cute you two are, if I'm honest."

Robin chuckles and Steve snorts loudly, both rolling their eyes at the same time because God, when did Robin become such a sap?

"What you and Eddie have is love in its purest form. It’s unapologetic, honest, and real. It's all I ever want to find for myself. I'm fucking jealous of you, Steve!"

They laugh and Steve ignores the violent tug in his heart caused by her words.

What him and Eddie have really is special. He knows it's some kind of miracle that they've ended up where they are now. It wasn't always that easy. There were times when Steve wanted to just give up. When the world tumbled down and buried him under its weight. When he thought he could never have Eddie like that, wanted to rather die than live life without him.

When Steve realised he had fallen in love with his best friend, his best male friend, he panicked. Finding out he likes boys like he likes girls wasn't even the scariest part. What really took him out was the fear of losing Eddie if he ever told him the truth. For weeks he tried to push his feelings down, tried to cage them behind his ribs but all it did was make him suffer even more. Every time Eddie looked at him, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. Every time Eddie touched him, it left a searing sensation on his skin. Every time they were alone, Steve felt like he was losing his mind, desperately trying to fight the urge to kiss the boy so blissfully unaware of the heartache he caused him. He fought and suffered in silence until he couldn’t take it anymore and succumbed to the tormenting ache in his chest. Until he fell into a dark hole.

Steve drifted apart, dulling his feelings with unhealthy amounts of booze. Hunting for warm, willing bodies to sink into. Starving for touch and affection just to feel anything other than the grief-stricken pain of losing the lover he never even had to begin with.

Of course, his self-destructive behaviour hadn’t gone unnoticed by his friends. Robin tried everything in her power to get through to him. Offered advice and help for all the wrong problems because she couldn’t have known that the real issue was his own fucking mind and his inability to talk about what kept him up at night. What made him so angry and distant and numb.

And then there was Eddie. Sweet, kind, and caring Eddie who couldn’t keep watching his friend ruin his own life anymore. Who gave him an ultimatum – stop hurting yourself or I’ll leave.

Eddie’s words felt like a pistol held to his head, the determination in his teary eyes like a finger ready to pull the trigger. Steve knew he meant it, knew this was his last chance. He would lose the one person that meant everything to him.

“I can’t lose you, Eddie.”

“Then let me love you instead.”

He said the words like it was easy. Like it hadn’t nearly cost Steve his sanity to even think them.

Love.

Love you.

“I love you!”

Steve felt like he was startling awake from a nightmare. One of those where, once you’ve opened your eyes, you instantly forget its horrors. That’s what it felt like when his confession found its way out of his mouth, making the pain of the past months disperse into nothingness.

Eddie had been right there all this time.

Eddie, with tears running down his beautiful face, smiling lovingly at Steve. Eddie, who brought his hands up to each side of Steve’s face before he leaned down and sealed his lips with a bruising kiss. Despair and pain spilling from his mouth as he licked his way inside, forcefully pushing something else in their place. Filling Steve’s insides with warmth and light and happiness. Passion running through his veins, pumping love into his heart, restarting the rotten organ to pick up its once steady beat. Its rhythm hard and fast, growing in size so big Steve felt like it would burst right through his chest.

I. Love. You.

Three simple words were all it took.

All the pain, the suffering, the loveless nights, and dreadful days – they all vanished in the seconds it took to say them out loud.

Three simple words, that seemed so frightening in his mind, so loaded with too much meaning and not enough weight to truly express what he felt.

What he still feels.

Loving Eddie and be loved by him in return is so easy. It’s easy because it just comes naturally. It’s what makes their love so pure, so honest, and true. They have one heart beating in two separate bodies. They are a two-piece puzzle, their curves and edges shaped to fit. A perfect match.

Steve holds out his hands, waits for Robin to take them in hers, and pulls her into a hug.

“Eddie already said yes, hasn’t he?” Steve says through a defeated smile.

“Well, his exact words were ‘You’re gonna regret it, Bucks.’ And then he said something about being extra nasty and insufferable just to wind me up. But yeah, he’s on board.” Robin huffs out a laugh.

Steve pulls her tighter, laughs when he practically hears Eddie’s voice in his head, sees his mischievous grin before his inner eye.

Eddie loves to be the centre of attention. Loves to be in the spotlight. Of course, he would be happy to provide himself as vessel for Robin’s artistic outlet.

The things you do for love, Steve sighs before he agrees.

Polaroid #1

Movie night. The three friends are watching some old, trashy horror movie. Steve had a very stressful day at work, can barely keep his eyes open when they’re not even 15 minutes into the movie. He falls asleep on the couch, unbothered by Robin and Eddie’s bickering and laughing. When the movie comes to an end, Eddie leans down to Steve’s resting body, foreheads touching as he takes a moment to just listen to the other man’s calm breathing. ‘Hey baby,’ Eddie whispers softly, ‘time to get up.’ He kisses the tip of Steve’s nose, waits for him to slowly drift out of his deep slumber.

Steve smiles sleepily when he opens his eyes and sees Eddie’s face hovering over him, accepts the gentle press of Eddie’s lips against his own.

‘C’mon, darling. Let’s get you to bed.’

‘I’m not even tired anymore,’ Steve says, his face scrunched up when he yawns loudly.

‘Hmm, I know a way to tire you out, baby. Don’t worry,’ Eddie answers smugly, brushing their noses together before he kisses him again.

Robin makes a gagging sound, but smiles as she takes a picture to capture this soft little moment.

Polaroid #2

Sunday morning. They are all a little groggy from Robin’s early birthday celebrations last night. They’ve been out dancing, downing shot after shot, having an awesome time. Now, the buzz from the night before is gone and makes way for headaches and hangover munchies. Steve promised Robin pancakes in the morning and she’s desperate for him to finally get up and make them. She knocks on their bedroom door and steps in without waiting for an answer. The boys are still in bed. Eddie looks like he just woke up with his frazzled hair hanging into his face, lying half on top of Steve, rubbing his eyes. ‘Just five more minutes’, Steve grumbles, refuses to turn and get up.

It’s her Birthday, sure, and he promised her food she absolutely, definitely needs to soak up the remaining alcohol in her system – but she can give him another five minutes.

When she returns (exactly five minutes later), she captures Eddie and Steve still in bed. Eddie’s lips grazing the skin on his mole-speckled back with a dreamy look in his eyes, while Steve sighs in defeat ‘Alright, Robs. You win.’

The shutter clicks just before he turns around to throw a pillow at her head, causing Eddie to tumble to the side and nearly topple off the bed.

Polaroid #3

Robin sorts through the pile of polaroid pictures she’s taken over the last two weeks:

Steve and Eddie dancing in the kitchen to some dorky love song.

Steve resting between Eddie’s thighs where they lie cuddled up on the sofa, Eddie reading his favourite book to Steve.

Eddie trying and failing to make a handstand, Steve beside him, holding his belly from laughing so hard.

A picture of all three of them on Robin’s birthday, faces covered in whipped cream and chocolate syrup after devouring their pancakes like starving animals.

Eddie with his guitar in his lap, Steve sitting on the floor across from him. They share a loving look, eyes full of desire and devotion.

And then- Robin startles in shock. How did that get in here?

She knows she didn’t take that picture. She couldn’t have. Not with the way she already feels the deep blush creeping up her face because- Jesus! That’s entirely too personal. She feels like she’s invading their privacy just by looking at that. This surely isn’t meant for anyone’s eyes but theirs.

It’s not like they’re visibly naked but the position of their bodies leaves literally no room for speculations. One of Eddie’s hands wrapped around Steve’s throat and Steve looks like- well, he looks absolutely fucking blissful. Robin can practically hear the soft moans escaping his parted lips (How she knows what he sounds like, you ask? They swore to never ever talk about that incident ever again).

It looks like Eddie is kissing him. Or maybe he licks his skin. Maybe he whispers some dirty words into his ear, tells him how he’s going to wreck him – who knows? The point is, Robin doesn’t want to know because as much as she adores them, as much as she’s been prying on their sweet moments over the past weeks, there are things that should be kept between them.

She’s going to frame it and surprise them with it. (What she doesn’t know, is that Eddie sneaked that picture into her folder just to tease her. What she also doesn’t know is that there’s a whole collection of more of these kind of pictures hidden in a shoebox under their bed.)

#steddie ficlet #tumblr fic #inspired by #inklessletter #polaroid series

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imarvelatthestars · 1 year

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Thank You, Mr. Daimyo

Or, the story of the mighty Boba Fett and the school teacher that stole his heart.

Pairings: Boba x teacher!Reader

Warnings: mutual pining, flustered Boba (if such a thing requires a warning)

Notes: I've been sick and miss doing cute crafts with my students, so this is my remedy.

Children have always been something of an enigma to him, even when he was a child himself. He remembers the ones he grew up around, the young clones blindly marching off to battle, eager to prove their merit in a war that didn't matter in the end. He remembers being a child under his father's watchful eye, all the things his father taught him, the good... and the bad. He thinks of the childhood he lost too early to the likes of Aurra Sing and Cad Bane, and then he watches you interact with the children of Mos Espa and it stirs something in him.

Boba's not sure what this something is. At first he thought it bitterness or jealousy, although he supposes there is a bit of truth to that, then he thought it simple confusion. After all, children do have the tendency to be loud, obnoxious, and messy. Djarin's kid is a prime example. But now he wonders if this something feeling that pulls at him whenever he sees you - spectacles perched on your nose, your head and hair wrapped in a kerchief to protect you from the burning suns, a too sweet smile to match your too gentle words - is more complex than any of that.

One of your students, a little Rodian, goes running off after its mother and Boba finds himself drawn ever closer by your smile that lingers long after the children are gone. Your eyes flicker in his direction and your smile falters, hesitant and unsure but still welcoming as you nod at him.

"Another successful day?" It's the only thing he can think to say and he's glad his helmet hides the grimace he makes when he realizes just how ridiculous he sounds.

But you laugh. And that's a start. He pretends not to notice the way his chest tightens when you do.

"Mm, you could say that." Your attention drifts to the Rodian and its mother. "Only one bloody nose today and some of them actually managed to read something. I'm tempted to say I witnessed a miracle."

He thinks a lot of things, then: that you're a fortunate woman to make such an easy living, that you must have the patience of a kriffing jetii (even if such a comparison makes the vein above his eye tick), that he's almost foolish enough to think you're cute, that it's the people like you who make being Daimyo worth all the trouble.

"Must be because you're a miracle worker."

And when you look at him, Boba would like nothing more than to crawl back into that blasted sarlacc pit because when did he start letting himself sound so cliché? His throat suddenly goes dry, even when you smile and chuckle and duck your head away at the poor excuse for a compliment.

"I don't know about that," you mumble shyly, "but thank you, Lord Fett."

That's the other thing about you that doesn't sit right with him. He doesn't like it when you address him properly, with the titles and respect that he's earned. It leaves an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach long after you part. He finishes his rounds in the streets, greeting merchants and playing the part he's chosen, but even when he returns to the palace that discomfort lingers. It isn't until after dinner when he's removing his armor that he realizes he's never heard you say his name and perhaps he'd like you to address him without all the fancy titles and that reserved demeanor you only pull out when he's around.

That should be enough warning for him to stop this, whatever this is.

Infatuation, screams his logic. A childish notion. He's not a child any longer. He could go on for hours about the sort of man he is now, battle hardened and clever and relentless. He's outgrown romantic things like love and affection. This whole thing is stupid, he's acting a fool, and he should make a point not to stop by your school unless absolutely necessary. If his father were only here to see him now, if Sing or Bane or hell, even Bossk knew he'd let himself entertain a crush-

The evening breeze catches the drapes along his balcony just right and it casts Fett back a whole year. He's huddled in front of a dying fire and the moon is high and the Banthas are snoring. The wind is whistling through tent flaps and the Tuskens are whispering to each other, holding their loved ones close. The kid is snoring by his feet with his pet Massif and Boba feels at peace, at home. He looks from one family unit to another, and then he's back in the palace, blinking away a sudden stinging in his eyes.

Your Tusken family, Bane had called them. They'd never really been anything else, had they? They were safe, strong, the missing piece that filled the emptiness a lifetime of solitude had carved into him. He wonders if you could be that, too.

It's stupid. He's going to make a fool of himself. Probably get himself hurt. But his weekly outings to Mos Espa just wouldn't be the same without the usual stop at the school. And it would be bad form not to check in on you.

Little Shronah raises her hand. "Teacher?" Her Rodian accent twists the vowels a bit, so it doesn't come out quite right.

You smile in an attempt to encourage her since she's usually so quiet. "What's up, Shronah?"

"Can you help me?"

The rest of the kids are working either on their own or in pairs on their drawings, so you head over to her side of the room. Paper is outdated even on Tatooine, but you've always thought that learning to write and draw without tech aides is an important skill for the younglings. It's good for their hand dexterity, hand-to-eye coordination, encourages creativity, and when it comes to simple crafts like these, it's just plain fun. Plus you love to hang their drawings up when they're finished.

You crouch down by Shronah's desk. "What d'you need help with, sweetie?"

She points to her picture with the Rodian equivalent of a frown. "I don't know how to spell it."

It's an interesting picture. Lots of brown and green scribbles. You think you can make out double suns in the top half and maybe some limbs in the bottom half, but crayons are difficult for Rodian physiology so it looks more abstract than anything.

"Spell what?"

"My momma said that I- that I should say thank you to the Daimyo because he..." Shronah pauses to catch her breath and her big eyes sparkle when she looks up at you. "Because he saved our city from those big ugly slugs, so I wanted to say, 'thank you, Mr. Daimyo,' but I don't know how to- to spell that."

Oh. You can't help the smile that fans across the entire breadth of your face. Stars above, it's the moments like these that make every bad day worth it.

You tuck your chin into your open palm to hide just how much you're smiling. "Well, that's very nice of you, Shronah. I'm sure Lord Fett will love it." You hand her one of the green crayons, the same shade she used for what you now realize is a scribble of herself and the mighty Boba Fett in all his armored glory. "So thank - thesh, aurek, nern, krill..."

"Cayty, looks like your dads are here." Her auburn braids go bouncing behind her when she darts off. You turn and tap a few other students on their shoulders. "Fetmuh, Nihln, your parents are here, too."

"Bye, teacher!" Fetmuh calls over her shoulder with a wave and a big grin.

"See you tomorrow!"

It takes a moment, but the light ringing of spurs catches your ear amid the hustle and bustle of pick-up time. And really, it should be embarrassing how your body reacts to even the slightest possibility of seeing him. You're still working, for crying out loud! You shouldn't be entertaining the flutter-bys in your stomach or the nervous, flustered feeling in your chest that's crawling up into your face. But you are.

Stupid. It's stupid to think that his weekly check-ins mean anything to him other than the fulfillment of his duties as Daimyo. He has a whole city to run, a whole planet, and you're simply a cog in the greater machine. You know that, logically, you do, but some not-so-small part of you wonders if it could ever be more.

The two remaining younglings fall into an awestruck silence when Fett's frame comes fully into view. He's not particularly tall to you, but he's kriffing broad as a bantha and even more so with his armor. You can tell there are muscles under it all. You try not to dwell on the resulting image that springs to mind.

"Lord Fett," you hum with something between a nod and a curtsy.

You're not sure why you're curtsying. You've never done that before, but the man makes you nervous in all the right and wrong ways, so there's only so much you can do.

His helmet is quickly removed, something he only ever does when the children are around (you like to think he doesn't want to scare them), and your two remaining ones go a little giddy. You don't blame them.

"And how were your lessons today, little ones?" Fett gruffs with something of a smile.

Shronah bounces up onto her toes. "Fun!" she squeals with her fists in the air.

Toma, on the other hand, doesn't share her enthusiasm. "Boring," the Pantoran grumbles as he kicks at a pebble.

The corner of the Daimyo's mouth quirks into a fuller smile that causes his cheek to dimple and Maker, if that doesn't send your heart racing. There's mischief in his eyes when he crouches down onto one knee, his helmet braced under his arm, and he leans in conspiratorially.

"Boring? Don't tell me she's actually trying t' teach you?" and he sounds positively horrified at the concept.

Toma's eyes go painfully wide and he nods frantically, leaning even closer so he can cup his hand around Fett's ear. He's a terrible whisperer, though, so you hear him clear as day. "She is. It's awful."

You've never noticed it before, but his eyes are beautiful. They settle on you, shining bright amber and kaf brown and a little hint of black, and you can feel your entire face go hot when he finally, properly smiles at you. In fact, he's laughing. It's a marvelous sound, rich and hearty, and you really, really like it.

He raises his eyebrows as his head tilts slightly to one side. "Is that so?"

"Guilty as charged," you reply, arms raised in surrender.

Fett tsks and shakes his head in mock disappointment, but the kids are giggling hysterically. Your heart feels so full, it could burst, and you know you're beaming. Stupid, silly crush. Stupid, silly man. Stupid, silly kids.

"And what are we going t' do with you, hm? A teacher who teaches. I've never heard of such a thing."

You laugh. "Yeah, better lock me up. Maker knows what I could get up to."

Shronah is giggling so profusely that you're honestly a little worried she's not getting enough oxygen. The girl is absolutely tickled and Toma isn't much better off, although he's making a considerable effort not to look as amused. Trying to play it cool. Damn, you love these kids.

By now, both of their parents have arrived for pick up and you can see the confusion written plainly on their faces. It's an odd sight, to be sure - two giggling younglings, a Daimyo, and a teacher, it's like the setup of a bad joke. But you wave them goodbye and watch them leave, and Boba Fett stays.

There's a million things you want to say. You're impressed with how good he is with the kids, you want to ask if he's ever worked with any before, you want to say something that might make him stay a little longer, even just a moment, when it comes to you.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" And he turns his attention back to you, expression neutral and damn near impossible to read, but you don't let it bother you. You're sure you can get another smile out of him. "Shronah, our little Rodian? She made something for you in class today. Thought you might like to see it?"

That clearly gets his attention judging by the way his eyebrows shoot up. He seems to process this for a moment, almost like he's confused. He blinks, frowns, blinks again.

"For me?"

You nod. "Come with me. I'll show you."

You try pointing out little bits of the classroom to him, where Shronah and Toma sit, today's lesson still marked on the board, and you hope he doesn't notice or mind the stray crayons on the floor.

Above your desk, there's a banner made out of twine and today's drawings that stretches from one side of the room to the other. It's mostly stick figure families and a few with you guest starring, even one with something that you think could be a rancor but could also be a sandstorm.

"There we go, right there." You point to the one right above your chair and flash Fett a smile. "The smaller green scribble is Shronah and the other scribble is you. You're lucky, she gave you limbs, I think. We had some trouble with the spelling, though. But I think it turned out okay."

The look on his face; you're not sure you've ever seen that look before, on anyone. He's less confused now, it seems to have morphed into shock, but there's something else you can't place. He's almost sad? Or maybe he's just thinking? You glance back at the drawing and chew nervously on the inside of your cheek.

"My Mando'a's a little rusty," you admit. "I think I chose the wrong translation. But I thought-..."

You can't bring yourself to finish the thought. Stars above, did you screw up? Did you offend him? Of course the one time you have a chance to show him something nice, to have a spare moment with the man under the beskar, and you kark it up.

Okay, it's okay, just wrap it up, you tell yourself. Forget it ever happened.

"My apologies, Lord Fett, I-"

"Did you tell her to draw this?"

It's such an odd question and his face is so stern when he looks at you that it's startling. "Wha-? No! No, I didn't... No, she drew it all on her own. But writing in Aurebesh is hard for her, so I helped her spell it out." That much is obvious from the shakily written letters. "The Mando'a was my idea. I hope I didn't offend you, that wasn't my intent."

"No. You haven't offended me." The strange expression lingers for a moment as he considers the drawing again, but is soon replaced by a smirk. "But you are right. Your Mando'a could use some work."

The nerve of this man! You have half a mind to bump him in the shoulder, tease him about it a little, but he is still the Daimyo and you are still just a teacher. You don't want to cross a line.

"Well, it's not like I have much access to Mando culture out here, now do I?" It's a safe enough rebuttal to still be cheeky without bordering on disrespectful. "I'll be sure to brush up on it for the next kid who wants to turn you into a scribble."

"Perhaps the teacher needs to be taught?"

And something in the air shifts. Your breath catches in your throat, your eyes dart around the idea of his face for a moment or two before finally finding the courage to settle on his irises, and you could swear this man is flirting with you.

You nod, still breathless. "Yeah. Perhaps."

Are you offering? You want to scream it from the rooftops.

Knowing eyes the shade of fresh kaf consider you. Fett's cheeks dimple again, both of them, and you have to duck your head under the weight of his attention. It's too dazzling to look at head on.

"Nakar'tuur," he says as he turns for the exit.

You only know about three phrases in Mando'a and that's not one of them. "Uh, what?"

He pauses in the doorway, framed by the sunlight as he moves to replace his helmet atop his head. You catch a whisper of his smile. "Tomorrow. Come to the palace."

Your head is spinning. Or maybe it's the room. Is he fucking serious?

"Uhh." It's the only response you can manage.

"If you choose."

Oh no, he's completely misinterpreting you. Wake up, stupid! Words, phrases, sentences! Anything!

"No!" you yelp. "No, no, I do. I mean, I'd love to. Thank you, Lord Fett, I-"

"Boba." His voice is softer now than you've ever heard it. Hesitant, quiet. "Call me Boba."

You're sure you look like a damn fish with your mouth hanging open, nodding unblinkingly at him like a moron, but you're still processing everything. His voice, his face, his words. His name.

"Nakar'tuur, girl."

And then he's gone. The doors hiss shut on your own whispered farewell, the first time you've ever said his name instead of his title. Something excitable buzzes in your throat.

What will tomorrow bring?

#boba fett x reader #boba fett x you #boba fett #boba fett fluff #star wars

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years

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Tile: Survival Instinct.

Pairing: Yandere!Dottore x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 1.3k.

TW: Implied Dub/Con, Unhealthy Relationships, Forced Dependance, and Near-Death Experiences.

Dottore’s first impression of you was, rather grimly, that you were surprisingly difficult to kill.

Not that he’d been trying to – if he had, you most definitely would’ve been dead. It’d been a botched procedure, one carried out by a clone with minimal experience and unsteady hands, and he’d written you off with a nicked jugular artery, a sudden paleness, a quickly fading heartbeat. If he wanted to, he could’ve made sure, had your body incinerated or pumped something clear and exciting into your lungs, but it’d been late and he hadn’t wanted to deal with the fuss it would've taken to clean you up properly. He'd resolved to take care of your body in the morning, after the light in your eyes had completely vanished. It wasn’t like you were in a state to cause any trouble while he was gone.

So, you can imagine his surprise when he returned the next morning, no less than twelve hours later, to a patient who was still very much alive.

If he hadn’t been a man of science, he might’ve been tempted to call it a miracle.

Very much alive, but in the way an injured rabbit might’ve been when it found itself cornered by a pack of starving wolves. The vivisection table had been overturned, and you were lying on the floor, unconscious and drenched in your own blood. You had a heartbeat, albeit a faint one, but your pulse was nearly undetectable, and it took two ice-cold fingers pressed into the open incision stretching down the length of your throat to make you stir. Even then, it was minimal functionality – twitching fingertips and rapid movement underneath your eyelids. All things he could’ve disregarded as the final throws of a slow death, if he’d cared to.

And he nearly did, until a piece of ragged fabric caught his eye. Crimson blotted over white, caught in your white-knuckled grip, the edges already stiffening with dried blood.

His first thought was to wonder where you'd found the strength to tear away a piece of your isolation gown.

His second was that it was a rather endearing sight; the scared little rabbit tried to clot its own bleeding, even after the predators had their fill.

It was cute, in a pitifully misguided sort of way.

“Open your eyes.”

It was a demand, albeit a gentle one. Obediently, your eyes flickered open, and you made a passing attempt to focus on him before drifting blearily towards the ceiling. He allowed it, simply making a mental note to be more strict with you in the future, when you were in a state to follow his directions more consciously.

“You’re sorely in need of a doctor, aren’t you?” He asked, and you managed a nod so small, he could’ve believed it was an adrenaline-spurred nerve spasm. You’d be experiencing them for quite a while, when you managed to recover. If you managed to recover. “I can save you,” He went on, gesturing vaguely towards your wound. “That is, if you truly want to be saved.”

You didn’t respond, but he was undeterred by the one-sided of your conversation. Slowly, he brought a hand up to your scarlet-coated collarbone, tracing a single finger down the center of your chest as he examined the sudden, jolting movements of your chest, the way you seemed to shrink into yourself ever so slightly whenever he grazed over your exposed skin. “There won’t be any anesthetic,” He went on, not bothering to hide the diluted zeal in his voice. “The shock would be too much for your system. I’m not known for my delicate touch, either, and I won’t spare you from your duties as my patient during your long, complicated, agonizing recovery. I’ve been told that death is a mercy, compared to my treatments.”

There were bruises blossoming up your forearms, swirling around your ankles. The guards must’ve been rough with you. A shame, really – it meant you’d already be used to brutality. It was a minor loss, though. He knew it'd still take you some time to get used to his brutality.

“Knowing this, do you still want to live?”

There was a beat of stillness, a wave of haziness that meant something very, very bad. You didn’t say anything, you most likely couldn’t, but your lips moved, forming a breath of a ‘please’. Barely there, but still present and accounted for.

With that, he glanced over his shoulder, gesturing to the masked soldier lingering in the shadows behind him and—

“Please stop.”

You curled farther into his chest, burying your face in the dip of his shoulder, and distantly, he laughed, kissing the top of your head. He was lying on his side, his cheek propped up on one of his fists, his unoccupied arm draped loosely around your waist – nimble fingers drawing idle shapes into your lower back as he prattled on about the day you met. It was one of his favorite stories to tell, especially when he had you like this, in his bed, bare and vulnerable and as close as you could possibly be. There was something about it he enjoyed, even if you couldn’t tell which of the gory details managed to captivate his interest so effectively.

“Oh? But we haven’t even gotten to my favorite part yet, dear.” There was a playful squeeze to your hip, a row of blunt nails buried in your flesh. You hissed through your teeth, the spot still particularly tender after that morning’s round of injections, but your pain only earned another chuckle, light and careless and utterly apathetic to your suffering. “If you’re curious, that’d be how soft you felt while I was knuckle-deep inside of your carotid arte—”

You made a quick, pitchy whimper-like sound and he cut himself off, his grin widening as he watched you shrink into something even smaller, even more pathetic. “Of course. I forget how delicate my little bunny is, sometimes.” The arm around your waist went taut, and he dragged you closer, falling onto his back as he forced you to straddle his waist. “You know why I have to do things like this, don’t you?”

You hesitated, but the answer was never far from your mind. “Because it’s important to my treatment.”

“Because it’s important that you remember why your treatment is necessary.” He paused, briefly, his attention momentarily falling to the side of your neck, to the ragged scar running up the side of your throat. He nipped at the corner of your jaw, pulling away when you half-heartedly shoved at his chest. “Consider it an act of caution. To make sure you stay in line and let your doctor do what he needs to.”

“I hate it when you call yourself that,” You muttered, but if he heard you, it didn’t seem to warrant a vocal response. He was already distracted, already pressing harsh, open-mouthed kisses into raw scar tissue. His hands fell to your thighs, pressing into dark bruises left by his leather restraints, and you heard him groan, felt his half-hard cock press into your ass, and something cold ran down your spine, a knot of tight dread that came to rest at the pit of your stomach. You forced yourself to smile, to laugh, even if you doubted Dottore was still listening. Even if you doubted it would help. “Not again,” And then, after that proved futile. “I… I’m still sore, sir. I don’t know if I can—”

“Settle down.” Immediately, you went still, and he let out a satisfied hum before he went on. “I’ll take care of you, little rabbit. Just lie back and take your medicine.”

You opened your mouth, but closed it just as quickly. As far as he was concerned, this was just another part of your treatment, another step in the endless procedure he’d deemed necessary to correct your fragile constitution. Or, failing that, it was what you’d brought onto yourself when you chose his help over a slow, painful demise under his careful observation.

It was what you deserved, for placing yourself in the hands of a doctor so excited to watch you bleed out.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #genshin imagines #yandere genshin impact #genshin x you #yandere genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #yandere dottore #yanderecore #yancore

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indigowallbreaker · 21 days

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caspar/ashe with 66 from the kiss prompts?

Took this opportunity to inflict my "giving an ungrateful cat his medicine" woes on someone else lol. Reading this back, you can interpret it as pre or post time skip, so I'll leave that up to you dear reader!

[prompt rules]

[more Beagles stories]

66: Staring At The Other’s Lips, Trying Not To Kiss Them, Before Giving In

It was only by a miracle of the Goddess, Ashe assumed, that Caspar was finally able to hold the cat long enough for Ashe to give it the medicine. It hissed and spit at them before eventually curling into a ball in Ashe's lap to rest from the evasion tactics it had been pulling off all afternoon.

"You're lucky you're cute," Caspar grumbled. He was sitting shoulder to shoulder with Ashe, glaring at the cat and holding a cloth over his bleeding forearm.

Ashe chuckled. "It's only for a week. Maybe it'll get used to it before we're done."

Caspar shifted his glare to Ashe. "Easy for you to say. You didn't have it throwing all 20 claws at your torso." To underline his point, he removed the cloth from his arm to show off a long line of oozing marks interspersed with tiny bites.

"Do you want me to hold it tomorrow?" Ashe offered.

"No way, I'm not making you go through this."

Ashe laughed. Always the hero. Careful to not disturb the cat, Ashe capped the medicine Marianne had given him. Hopefully it would kick in soon-- the poor cat had been suffering from an infected wound on its paw. One week didn't sound like long enough to cure it but Ashe trusted Marianne. And anyway, everything seemed possible with Caspar by his side.

"You'll be just fine soon, little buddy," Ashe said, petting the big orange cat. It purred, content, and Ashe happily lost himself to the sensation of running his finger through that long fur.

Shifting beside him caused Ashe to look up. Caspar was staring intently at him, specifically his lips. Ashe felt his smile fall. They had known each other long enough at this point that Ashe could tell Caspar was thinking hard about something. Trying to come to a decision. Scared to act one way or the other...

When Caspar didn't move, Ashe took the chance and moved first.

He caught Caspar's lips with his own, pressing into him, one hand still resting on the unbothered cat. Caspar jerked his head back. Ashe had to snort at his bewildered expression. "A-Am I wrong?" Ashe manage through a knot of nerves. "You really-- You looked ready to kiss me so--"

"I'm always ready to kiss you!" Caspar blurted out, causing the cat to dig its claws into Ashe's leg. "I've wanted to kiss you for a long time! I just, I don't know, seeing you looking so happy just now... I thought I could actually do it this time."

Ashe gently tugged Caspar to him again. A belly rub soothed the cat, and another kiss seemed to soothe Caspar. "You can do it whenever you want," Ashe assured him.

Grinning, cheeks as red as Ashe's own, Caspar did just that.

#ohheyitsyouagain #caspar von bergliez #ashe ubert #ashe duran #caspashe #fire emblem three houses #beagles run #slightly different take on this prompt!#keeps things fresh

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smallghostcorner · 2 years

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Eddie hc (agere ver both cg and little cuz hes a flip)

get ready guys i have so many

Cg! Eddie

More a big sibling/cool uncle than dad figure but u have fun together

Will ask before touching u

Nose kisses all the time

Will steal buy nice items like bottle/sippys and pacifiers

Will decorate pacifiers for u <3

Sews stuffed animals for u, anything u ask for. Ask for a zebra with a dinosaur tail and dragon wing? a zebra with a dinosaur tail and dragon wings u shall receive

Makes band tees for ur stuffies

Made u a cute oversized hellfire sweatshirt that u can wear if ur feeling small while their playing

Eddie will let u curl up on his lap anywhere anytime, ur at his trailer and small? yep! ur at a hellfire meeting? of course! the back of argyles van? never heard of traffic laws!

Has a lavender spray (or ur favorite scent i put lavender cuz it makes me regress super fast) that he sprays on the sleeves of ur hoodie before u put it on to sooth u

Has vhs of ur favorite littlespace movies and shows

made a mixtape of soft music to play while ur regressed and made a tiny shelf for it so he never loses it

Will throw u around in the front lawn (if ur tall or plus size he started lifting weights in his spare time so he could do this with u <3)

Puts up a sprinkler in the summer for u to frolic around in

Little! Eddie

CW: the last 2 relate to wetting and diapers/pull ups

(if u didnt see my last post hes trans which relates to some of them)

4-6

active regressor

Wayne kept his old toys so he plays with those

Watches shows from his childhood even though theyre "for girls" (his favorite is mlp)

Plays dress up

Has a teddy bear from his childhood he named rarity

Has a pink baby blanket with bunnies on it

Will always be wearing socks

Loves teething

Prefers sippys nd those miracle cup things to bottles

He still plays with baby toys even though his headspace is a bit older

If something has a squeaker it will make him giggle

Happy toddler

His favorite toy is a set of fabric blocks nancy helped him make

Sometimes covers his tattoos with clothes or makeup cuz they sometimes take him out of littlespace

Loves onesies

Loves tea in littlespace

His favorite game to play with steve is fairies cuz steve will put on costume store fairy wings and dance around with him

Loves bubble baths but his trailer doesnt have a bathtub so he has to have a bubble bath whenever steve babysits him at his house, steve has a bunch of bubble solution and bath toys for him

Little debbie is one of his favorite snacks in littlespace doesnt matter what if its little debbie he will be jumping for joy

Ice cream whenever he can get it

Wets the bed in littlespace

Has to wear diapers to bed

Ty guys for listening

#agere little #age dreaming #age regressor #boy agere #cg!eddie #sfw little post #sfw littlespace #little!eddie munson #trans eddie munson

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amorest-viesse · 3 months

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[To The World Of Our Friends] - Rustica SSR Card Story Translation

Ft. Akira (and Chloe mention in the card episode!)

The Music of Our Miracle - Chapter 1

One inconspicuous afternoon, we were greeted by an unexpected visitor.

Akira: Wow, I can’t believe it! It’s really you! I’m so glad you’re here again, Kitty!

Rustica: It’s been a while, Miss Kitty. Your smile looks lovely as ever.

Kitty: Ufufu, Kitty is glad to see everyone too! How are you doing?

For some reason, Hello Kitty and her friends could suddenly use magic to visit us.

Akira: Do you remember your conversation with Rustica the last time you were here?

Akira: Well, there’s a place we want to show you related to that, and we were wondering if you would like to go now.

Kitty: Why, I would love to! I wonder where we’re going.

Rustica: Didn’t you tell us you wanted to experience lots of wonderfully exhilarating things?

Kitty: Wow ♡ You remembered!

Rustica: But of course. Thus, we’ve picked out the perfect place to take you.

Rustica: Your hand please, my dear lady. Let us depart.

♡♥♡

[City of Music]

Our destination was a place known for the symphony of sounds that arise from its every nook and cranny. Its name is…

Akira: The City of Music. Musicians from all over gather here, and it’s known for producing high quality instruments as well.

Kitty: Wow~ What a lovely place! Hearing all of these wonderful songs reminds me of Puroland.

Kitty: I feel oh so happy strolling down these streets!

Rustica: I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. To tell you the truth, I was invited here by some dear friends for the unveiling of a new instrument.

Rustica: Ah, here we are.

Before us was a plaza filled with people crowding around something covered with a shiny cloth.

Mayor: Your attention please, everyone! We’ve kept you waiting long enough, but now, it is time to reveal the latest masterpiece created by the greatest artisan in this city!

Townspeople: It's finally time!

A thunderous round of cheering and applause erupted from the crowd as the cloth was pulled away.

Beneath it was a glossy, black piano. As everyone marveled at it in delight, a lively tune began to fill the air.

Akira: Huh!? The piano began to play itself…

Kitty: My goodness! It’s like the piano is singing!

Rustica: There is an enchantment cast upon it.

Rustica: The inventor wished for people to enjoy its music whenever they like, even without a player.

The Music of Our Miracle - Chapter 2

Kitty: Why, what a kind inventor. This is such a warm melody. Surely, it’s a happy song.

Kitty: Ufufu, it suddenly makes Kitty want to dance.

Rustica: Then dance we shall. This is the Western Country after all.

Rustica: If your heart tells you to dance, then listen to it and lose yourself to the music. Might I join you, my lady?

Kitty: Of course! You should join us too, Akira!

Akira: M- Me too!? I can’t dance very well, but I’ll try my best!

Kitty: It doesn’t matter how well you dance! The important thing is having fun together!

Kitty: Come on, you can just copy Kitty.

Kitty: R—ight, left, u—p, back. Easy as pie!

Akira & Rustica: R—ight, left, u—p, back!

Kitty: Just like that! You’re doing amazing!

Rustica: Next… I’ll spin around and give a little bow to the lady by my side.

Kitty: Oh, how lovely! Kitty will twirl around too… And give Akira a little bow!

Akira: S- So cute…! In that case, I’ll do the same for Rustica.

Rustica: It’s an honor, Master Sage.

Akira: Ahaha, I’m having so much fun thanks to you two!

Kitty: I’m glad! Now it’s your turn to make up a dance move!

Akira: Oh! Umm… What if we jumped twice and then clapped? How is that….?

Kitty & Rustica: Jump twice and clap~!

Kitty: Ufufu, this choreography is so fun!

Rustica: Then shall we spice it up even more and add a little singing? For example…

Rustica: By a miracle, we could reunite ♪ Let’s follow our hearts and celebrate~ ♪

Rustica: By making flowers bloom across the sky ♪ Now I’ll snap my fingers like so and…

[Snap]

[Fireworks Launching]

Akira: Wow! What gorgeous fireworks!

Townsperson: Ahaha, this is amazing!

Towsperson: It’s like the sky is full of flowers!

Kitty: Ufufu. What dazzling flowers bloom in the air~, Just like the smiles that bloom down here~ ♪

Akira: (Oh wowow! I can’t believe Hello Kitty is singing right in front of me!)

As Hello Kitty adorably sang along to the piano’s song, Rustica snapped his fingers once again.

[Snap]

[Fireworks Launching]

Multicolored fireworks launched into the air as singing filled the city. It was a fantastic sight to see.

Everything felt like a dream from the smiling faces all around us to the fireworks above. Before we knew it, a large crowd of people had gathered around us, singing and dancing as well.

♡♥♡

As the piano wrapped up its song, the townspeople began to call out to us.

Townsperson: That was a brilliant show! I bet the inventor of that piano would be delighted!

Kitty: Kitty also had a lot of fun!

Rustica: That was a truly splendid time. It’d be a shame to let it end now.

Townsperson: Your friend there was also a great dancer!

Akira: Oh! Me? T- Thank you…!

As the applause continued around us, I sheepishly followed Rustica and Kitty’s example, and waved to the crowd.

The Music of Our Miracle - Chapter 3

[Puroland]

After our successful visit to the City of Music, we took Kitty sight-seeing throughout the rest of the Western Country.

To return the favor, Kitty then invited us to visit Puroland.

Kitty: Welcome to Kitty’s room.

Akira: Wow… I can’t believe I’m really here!

Rustica: This place has quite the air of beauty and refinement, doesn’t it?

Rustica: I’m greatly intrigued by that lovely piano in particular. From its sheen, I’d say you’ve taken marvelous care of it.

Kitty: Ufufu, thank you very much.

Kitty: Actually, I wanted to have fun playing a duet with you on it.

Kitty: Akira could choose the song and the two of us could try playing it. What do you think?

Akira: Huh!? Really!? I’d be incredibly honored to!

Rustica: My, what a coincidence. I was just thinking the very same thing.

Rustica: While I enjoyed the time we spent in the City of Music listening to that lovely tune… I am also a musician.

Rustica: My dear lady, my aspiring pianist, won’t you play this wonderfully exhilarating song with me?

Kitty: Of course I will! Now then, you can choose from these songs… Oh!

Kitty: Since our alphabet is different from yours, won’t our sheet music be too? Sir Rustica, will you be able to read this?

Rustica: Please do not fret. There shouldn’t be any issue so long as I listen to your performance.

Kitty: Wow, that’s incredible! I should’ve known you could do it!

Kitty: Alright, Akira. You can choose whichever song you like.

Akira: You got it!

Akira: (...Ah, I know all of these songs.)

Hit with an unexpected wave of nostalgia, I felt myself smiling as I flipped through the pages.

Akira: I’ve decided! Could you play this one?

Taking the sheet music with one hand, Kitty reached out to Rustica with the other.

Together, they walked towards the piano and slowly took a seat.

My heart raced as I watched over them. Kitty gently placed her hands on the piano.

Akira: (They’re starting…!)

Occasionally sharing a smile, they began to happily play the piano together, shining brightly as if a spell had been cast on them.

Akira: (A star born from my world playing a song I chose with a wizard I met from another…)

Akira: (This truly is a miracle.)

As I listened to the music we’d created together, I etched the scene upon my heart so as to never forget it.

To Commemorate Our Reunion - Card Episode

Akira: Good afternoon, Rustica.

Rustica: A good afternoon to you as well, Master Sage. I was just looking for you actually…

Rustica: Oh? There are water droplets glittering in your hair. It’s as if you’re wearing a circlet of dew.

Akira: Ah, I was taking a walk earlier when it suddenly started pouring on me.

Akira: I dried myself off, but it seems I missed a few drops.

Rustica: Here, hold still.

Akira: T- Thank you very much…! Sorry to make you do this for me.

Akira: Huh? Isn’t that… Hello Kitty embroidered on your handkerchief?

Rustica: Yes. Chloe made it for me to commemorate our reunion. Now, I’ll be able to recall our lovely young lady any time.

Rustica: He also made one for you which I have right here. Please, take it.

Akira: Wow, this is amazing! It’s so detailed now that I’m seeing it up close. Her ribbon and clothes look perfect!

Rustica: I’d expect nothing less from Chloe.

Rustica: My favorite detail is here. It looks like Miss Kitty is waving at us.

Rustica: It’s as if she’s saying we’ll meet again.

Akira: You’re right! Looking at this handkerchief makes me certain we’ll see her again someday.

Rustica: Haha, I feel the same way.

Rustica: When that time comes, we ought to give her a matching handkerchief too as a commemoration of our reunion.

Home Screen Voice Line

“‘My dear lady, my aspiring pianist, won’t you play this wonderfully exhilarating song with me?’ …If I ever meet Miss Kitty again, that’s what I plan to say to her. Haha, seeing your enthusiasm makes me look forward to it as well.”

#rustica #mhyk #mhyktl #mahoyaku #mahoutsukai no yakusoku

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[ margaret qualley | female | she/her | twenty-five ] —— it’s just another typical week in hawkins i guess — isn’t that right, heather holloway? huh, guess they can’t hear me over hold me now by the thompson twins playing on their walkman, but it looks like they’re headed to work as at melvald’s or as a lifeguard at the community pool. did you know heather has been in hawkins for her whole life? yeah, they’ve been described as a bit insecure, but i suppose them also being compassionate outweighs the negative. i’ve also heard people say they remind them of the smell of chlorine on a hot summer’s day, watching fireworks in the night sky, trying on clothes and eating ice cream on a mall trip… however, that could just be this weeks newest rumor.

the basics //

full name : heather elizabeth holloway birthdate & zodiac : july 29, 1962 gender & pronouns : female, she/her sexuality : undecided occupation : employee at melvald’s & lifeguard at the community pool during summers hometown : hawkins, indiana family : tom & janet (parents), eric hunter (husband, deceased)

deeper dive //

hobbies : BAKING - heather’s always loved baking and tends to do it when she’s stressed. SWIMMING - anything to do with water has always been a favorite so being a lifeguard has always been a favorite job of hers. JAZZERCISE - something heather’s really gotten into and loves the classes at the mall. WRITING - she’s always loved writing and really wanted to be like her dad, but the way he put her down and wanted her to be like her mom stopped her from perusing a career in journalism.

favorites : food - chicken and dumplings drink - coke, red wine (alcoholic) movie - sixteen candles song - hold me now by the thompson twins color - red habits : cigarettes / alcohol / drug use nervous ticks include [ playing with whatever jewelry she’s wearing, blowing bubbles when chewing gum ] loves : [ her father, swimming, lifeguarding, summer days, her friends, spending time at the mall, listening to music, being carefree ] fears : [ not having the life she wants, spiders ] talents : [ baking, lifeguarding, swimming, being able to cry whenever ]

appearance //

height : five foot, eight inches tattoos : none scars : none piercings : ears hair : dark brown, long, usually in ponytail, curly

bio //

Heather was a miracle child for her parents. They were married a few years and were trying to have a kid, but nothing was working. Finally, her mom discovered she was pregnant and they had Heather on July 29th, 1962.

Growing up, she was spoiled endlessly by her father. She would get whatever she asked for and would scream happily when he’d come home from work. She wanted nothing more than to be like him and would do fake news articles to show him, which was deemed cute at the time.

While things looked picture perfect on the outside, things weren’t like that on the inside of the family. She doesn’t remember when the shift was, but her parents started arguing more and more. Her dad was staying at work later and her mom was tired of being a stay at home mom. She was drinking more often and they would fight about that. Heather remembers hiding in her room while they fought as a kid, working on her fake news articles to calm her dad down.

As she became a teen, Heather wanted to start a path of becoming a journalist. She brought up joining the school newspaper, but her father suggested cheerleading instead. Because she wanted to make him happy, she did that instead. While she liked it and grew close to her fellow cheerleaders, she wished she was in the news room instead. The only thing she felt like she was doing for herself that the truly, full heartedly enjoyed was when she started working as a lifeguard and its the one thing she’s kept over the years.

When she graduated, life became complicated. She wanted to go to college for journalism, but again, her father didn’t want it. Instead, she continued working as a lifeguard and ended up working as a assistant to someone at city hall because her dad was friends with him and the mayor. This was all under the plan that she would quit once she met someone and was going to get married so she could be a housewife like her mother; something she never wanted to be.

Things in her life started to feel boring. While she would go out on dates and still go to parties with her friends without her dad ever finding out because he would call it very “unladylike of her”, her day to day life was boring and she rarely went on dates with guys she actually liked.

Things changed the summer of 1985 when she properly met Billy Hargrove. The two started seeing each other and she really liked him. It was never serious, but it was something she liked. Before the Fourth of July, things started to feel different with him. He was acting strange and while he was a hit with her parents, everything wasn’t right and she couldn’t quite place it. Then, after the tragedy at the mall on the Fourth, she found out he was one that died in the mall and she was heartbroken that her friend and the guy she did like died.

Her father saw she was grieving and wanted to help her move on, so he did what any father would do and set her up with the new guy at work. While Eric was a nice guy, Heather didn’t really see it going anywhere and felt like she was just dating him to appease her dad. However, December came and they spent Christmas together and in front of her family, her proposed. Unsure what to do and scared to say no in front of her parents, she said yes.

From there, things seemed to tumble out of her control. She quit her job at city hall and with her mom and Eric’s when she came to town, she was planning a wedding and getting a dress and setting a date for the end of March, which was months away. She felt panicked and scared and she didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, she was having a house with a yard and soon another ring on her finger and she was panicking all the way down the aisle as she said ‘I do’.

However, the day she had dreaded ended with confusion and fear and relief. It was hours after the wedding and with everything going on in town, her father barely got a hold of the photographer from the paper and they were outside the library getting photos done with the earthquake hit. Eric, seeing the line coming, pushed Heather out of the way and her father grabbed her. In the process, Eric succumbed to the strangeness of the Earthquake and passed.

Everything after that moment felt strange to her. She was sad, yes, that a nice guy lost his life, but she felt relieved. While she was a widow, she felt relief she didn’t have to be a wife. However, she had to put on an act around her family and Eric’s when they came for the funeral. And because she was married, even for a short time, she inherited all this stuff and had a house that should be for a family, so she opened it up for people to live with her.

With her father actually letting her grieve, Heather actually hasn’t dated anyone since her wedding. She doesn’t wear her wedding ring or the engagement one anymore. She keeps them put up in the back of a drawer. She’s trying to focus on herself and her friends and just getting back to things and that’s all she wants. She hopes now maybe she can secretly take journalism classes so she can do what she wants to, but for now, being a lifeguard and employee at Melvald’s is fine to her.

wanted connections //

Friends - those she grew up being friends with or new ones she’s met.

Roommates - she had a big house all to herself and needs roommates.

Exes - those she dated in high school or throughout her twenties.

Hook-ups - anyone she’s had a night or more with.

Enemies - those who don’t care for her.

Secret Half-Sibling - I have an idea that her dad wasn’t exactly faithful and she may have a half-sibling she doesn’t know about out there.

#once i had love and it was divine soon found out i was losing my mind ; intro #hawkinstm.intro #death tw #alcoholism tw #natural disaster tw

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3dnygma · 14 days

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Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌💛

What a fun ask!! I went with the playlist I'm currently listening to most. It's called "Hellaverse" and contains a mixture of songs (3.5h listening time):

songs from the shows Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss

songs that the voice actors from either show appear on

songs that remind me of specific characters/relationships in either show

Here are the first five songs that showed up when I shuffled it:

More Than Anything - Reprise (from Hazbin Hotel): I don't replay this song as often but I do enjoy its scene whenever I rewatch the show. Charlie and Vaggie are so cute 🥰

Dentist! (from Little Shop of Horrors): Vox's VA Christian Borle is in this one and I just love how silly that song is. Already loved the show before Hazbin but I've been listening to it a lot these past two weeks and singing along at home.

The Fine Print (by The Stupendium): originally a fansong for The Outer Worlds (a video game that I've NEVER played whoops) but I discovered it through tiktok. The cosplay video where I first heard it was an Elias Bouchard cosplay video (from The Magnus Archives podcast) and now I primarily associate it with Vox. It really works for all sorts of "evil capitalist" villains, though.

Laplace's Angel (by Will Wood): Hello? Of COURSE Will Wood made it onto my Hellaverse playlist. My fave songs by him tend to be from the "In Case I Make It" album but this one is from "The Normal Album". You can associate this one with a bunch of fictional characters. I currently listen to it when I want to get into a #RadioSilence mood (unrequited Vox/Alastor) but it's moreso based on vibes than the actual lyrics themselves.

Introduction to the Snow (by Miracle Musical): A tiktok video used this sound in association with Alastor and I loved the audio so much that I ended up saving the song. I love these melancholic chord progressions and how drawn out they are here. Really makes you feel like you're "alone at the edge of the universe humming a tune". Hoping that I can write something similar someday because it's really inspiring.

If you feel like doing this, reply with an "X" and I can just send the message to you. Or feel free to do it without being messaged! This was really fun, thanks Eugenia :)

#ask #about me #music

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anouraborealis · 11 months

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Itsy Bitsy Spider

Hi, I am a new writer who wrote this more as an exercise than a serious story. I’m trying to find a good balance of goofy and good storytelling, and I think I did a solid job. Enjoy!

CW: A lot of smut

Alyssa is working her boring ass 9-5 desk job. Her popular and wickedly handsome coworker, Jerry, approaches. "Hey Alyssa, Heard you in the bathroom from my cubicle. It sounded like you were frying chicken in there, wanna grab dinner?" He asks. She's flustered, put on the spot, and feels disgusting. "Sorry Jerry, I need to visit my dying mother, all the nights every night." she replies Ay Well then I hope that old wicked bitch of the west dies, am I right for am I right?" “Haha Jerry you're so silly."

Allysa had pulled the plug two weeks ago... Alyssa is just not attracted to Jerry at all. She doesn't know why either. Every time she reads about someone like him in erotica her pussy turns into a waterfall but in real life she Just doesn't like him at all.

I Just don't get it, whenever I read about men and their tight asses and thick man titties or whatever going against women and their squishy and adorable parts and glistening skin with their beautiful eyes, I just get So hor-. wait, I'm a lesbian aint l. Yippee!

She jumps up and spins around in excitement until she notices something black on her desk. She stops spinning and-

ITS A FUCKING BLACK WIDOW!

She pulls her NRA sanctioned grenade out of her -

pocket and gets interrupted by a voice.

"No please, I haven't even gotten lesbian pregnant, oh please!"

Oh gosh, all I wanted was to be an awesome lady lady killer dyke type spider and this I straggot ass human is gonna kill me. I literally Just ran Away from papa.

Allysa slows down a second, then stops.

Wait, did it say lesbian pregnant? I wasn't aware that was something someone could do.

“Shut up you lying ass bitch, we both know that spiders can’t be lesbians!"

“That's not true you ignorant ass bi-pedal straggot!”

“Am I a straggot or am I BI-pedal umm? I'm a lesbian too bitch!”

“Oh well, why are you attacking me. fellow faggot?!!!”

Why am I attacking you? You're a Black spider, you could kill me, but, with my NRA sanctioned grenade and also my Pussy Pistol™ I could kill anyone. Also , this is the only other queer I know. Oh god, what've I done?

“Oh my octo-legged queen I'm so sorry, I was being a total hypocrite!"

Wow, I never expected a home-sapistraggt to turn to good so quickly. Tis' truly a miracle. Not to mention she’s fucking hot. If I squint hard enough I could imagine her as a spider

"It's-It's okay, I never expected a human to understand."

"It's just that, as a queer, I'm lonely, so lonely Marcus!”

"My name is Natalie."

"Oh, sorry, it was a Will Poulter reference.”

Oh dear lord thank god she didn't get the reference, it’s way too early to be flirting.

“Oh well, I’m lonely too.”

Oh no, what if we wouldn't work together. I certainly want to marry her but she's already making references I don't Understand. I don't care! I am obsessed with her. Talking to her makes me feel like my heart Will explode. I'd scale the tallest mountains for her. I’d slay a billion soldiers for her. Fuck, she’s so adorable now that she's calming down.

"Hey, so- What's your name..?”

"I'm Alyssa nice to meet you.”

This is such a cute spider. I can't believe I almost Killed it.. I can see all of its eyes, glistening in the office lights just like stars in the sky, so dreamy. FOCUS! I need to find out how to get lesbian pregnant. That sounds fucking hot!

“Hey wait a minute, what’s lesbian pregnant?”

“Oh well, it's not something that happens with humans. When a spider marinates in female cum we can get pregnant."

Oh no, I was really excited to become lesbian pregnant. Oh welly Just not for me I guess. But, maybe I can get Natalie lesbian pregnant. Oh that would be a dream. having a few arachno-children with such a beautiful girl.

"Um, Just curious, could a human get a Spider lesbian pregnant?"

"1-I'm not quite sure, it's never been tried before."

“Oh, well, maybe you could try it, or something."

I grow tenser. I practically just asked to impregnate my crush. I'm. Such a pathetic fail girl. I'm sweating. I'm so horny I'm literally squirming!

Oh my god she totally wants to get me pregnant. I think. I'm not quite sure actually. I might just be making her uncomfortable. Fuck it! What am I again? I am the lady ladykiller. I could, and maybe already have, totally get a human to fall in love with me.

"Ay baby, open your legs and maybe your pussy juices could get me lesbian pregnant.”

I can't even speak, I just fall down. It feels like there's oceans of waves crashing inside of me. God, I can't wait for Natalie to be inside me. My legs start spreading, it doesn’t even feel like I’m controlling myself. She's scuttling up my leg and I'm getting so flustered. I support Myself on my elbows. She's making her way up my thighs. I can feel exactly where she is. It tickles! I bring my hand to my mouth to stop myself from laughing, moaning, whimpering, and screaming. God I wanna whimper so bad. I hope Natalie likes whimpering. I fall slightly angled to my side from moving my hand to my mouth. She's inside of me now.

Oh my god I can’t believe I’m doing this, I'm fucking a human. She's squirming so much, it's adorable. I'm actually inside her. Holy shit. I've never done this before, I haven't even chainsawed another spider, (like scissoring, but chainsaw because spiders have so many legs) I need a strategy.

Natalie puts herself in between Alyssa's g-spot and clit. She uses 6 of her legs to squirm around her g spot and 2 to circle her clit.

What The fuck is she doing in me? I've never masturbated before. This is so new oh my god this is amazing. It feels like a new part of me. It Just feels like pleasure. I can't stop shaking. My hand is barely even muffling my moans. I'm clenching the floor so hard it hurts. I'm not even controlling myself any more. It's like my body is begging to burst through my skin. It's like I'm made of lightning. I can’t take it anymore. It's too much but I want so much more.

Alyssa cums an entire yard, all over her cubicle wall. Nobody notices because everyone's gone to kill themselves. Natalie gets completely washed. out, she's covered in cum.

I can barely move. I didn't know humans could cum this much. my entire body of sore. I don't think I'm gonna make it. I lived a good life. I realized I was a lesbian, I ran away from papa, and then I met the girl of My dreams. I'm perfectly content, even if I don't get lesbian pregnant. At least, I got her to cum hard. There's a sharp pain in my stomach. I feel like I'm about to burst open. It hurts like fire. It feels like my entire body is on fire. I think, I'm giving birth! Oh my god I'm gonna die having been Lesbian pregnant! My life is complete! I can finally rest! I can finall-

"Oh my god that was so good I've never- Natalie? Natalie are you okay? Natalie!!! No no no no!”

Did my girlfriend drown in my cum? No she can't, I love her so much. She can’t be gone. This is all my fault. How could I let this happen? If I Just was harder to make cum or-or never had sex with her in the first place this would all be fine. This is such bullshit! I was alone for so long and just as soon as I find love she dies. Maybe I could- maybe I could clone her. No, that's stupid! It's Just hopeless. There's nothing I can do. Everything. I've ever cared about is gone. I'm Just, worthless now. It's- It's kinda nice to be worthless. No matter what I do now I can never hit a new low. 1- I guess it's okay that Natalie is gone. Spiders only live a few weeks anyways. I accept this. What's that!? Is that an egg? It's growing! It's-It's oh it stopped.

Alyssa took that egg, and when it hatched, it became something she never imagined. His name? Peter Parker.

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Since when did the graphics suck they're literally so cute

This one is literally embedded in my mind like I ASSOCIATE this with you

It isssss literally so cute but your other graphics are also so cute wthhhhhhh

Buuut I can do some tutorials on things you wanna know that I can do? I've been wanting to make a tutorial for a while now actually

. Me too like I don't have a schedule and while I write on a "rotation", I spend so muxh time and energy on irl things that I don't get much time to write. I literally haven't gotten through my reqs from last August. Rip my 800 event from. Before then??? Cannot even keep track it's been like a year

My follow count is only that high bcs I wrote for haikyuu (in 2020 its peak) then I joined the genshin bus kinda early (?) Which is still huge and I wrote misc fics for whatever else, and it was also my edit blog??? And now I'm here shitposting so I got followers from like lots of places

The way yours is in the 700s and a loooot older than mine pls I'm also in the 700s in nazukisser.... insanity

Well personally i love your leo so I think that it should happen because you deserve it. And writing a series.... yes.... smaus are so fun I have domicile on nazukisser for reference if you want it and my fav smau ever is club stupid by tumblr user kodzuvii highly recommend I just become a redhead kita's cousin and tendou's best friend number 1 miracle girl and down bad for suna rintarou whenever I read it.

WAAAA I can't wait to see your revamp !!! Thank you.. I always try to have some sort of match (character/color/style) all throughout!! If you need help/opinions/etc lmk!!!

Right like what happened . We were thriving. Then we boomed for a second and died. Like I see the nazuna x reader tag and ME AND KAZE ARE THE ONLY ONES like bruh? And my fics have been flopping tho it seems everyone's have been flopping too

Yeah the only thing keeping me tied down here is the server..... it's like my lifetime... come back we miss you

I MISS NURI TOO... bee has arknights now....I miss.... and runanananna....... ate swanee's writing.... SHE DOES THAT TO US TOO not that I hate it but she drops like a couple of lines in snippets and dips and I'm like *SCREEEECHES*

If you come back to my server we welcome you back we miss you :(((

I can only be grateful that some of us are left tho.... i7 is so dead and e7 LMFAO??? I was legit the only one it was so darned sad

THAT'S THE ONLY ONE I LIKE!! i love watching vids about journaling and that kind of thing and they make the cutest decorated polaroids so i wanted to do something like that but very cutesy themed,, spring made me think of picnics so gingham <3 i actually played around with a few similar concepts like polaroid + random stickers and i planned to make banners with that but uuuu there are so many characters,, can't keep my focus for too long. i think they came out cute but it's probably too late to use them </3

i always wonder about what do people use to edit their pics because i was born a ps girlie and i still don't know how to use ps properly oops making your themes look nice and cohesive,, those cute pinned etc etc people who edit icons and make them look super aesthetic

i think i never tried to promote my blog because followers don't feel like an integral part of the process for me. i just write what comes to mind and share it with the world: if people like it i'm absolutely delighted and if they don't well,, at the end of the day most of my writing has been fun for me ^^ like come on i've written things that are silly and self indulgent and they worked fine and i'm here like. wow

i have considered writing for more series but the thing is the media i like has a fandom of like. 2.5 people on the good days. so it really doesn't make too much sense to even try that <.< genshin fandom scares tf out of me so i'll keep my extra fluffy albedo thoughts to myself. the bazillion "childe being a dumbass in love" posts. kazuha writing poetry. oops. getting flashbacks to the time i almost made a hypmic blog but i stopped myself at the last second out of embarrassment

i'm torn on whether a) people just aren't interested in that kind of content anymore (no way) or b) people DO read our stuff, they simply don't interact. not even a like. the migration of people from other social media into tumblr,, like sorry but i've been here since 2016? and it gets worst for writers every day </3

i have an immense amount of cute enstars thoughts a day and i feel like if i can't share them i will combust (my best friend has to deal with me every day),, it's mostly cute romantic stuff with my favs and my ocs, for obv reasons so i'm like uuuu should i even tell this to someone it's just embarrassing. like only other enstarries could understand why i keep rotating this bunch of dorks around my brain and getting the biggest serotonin boost out of it ueeee

i kind of miss being in a server with other people. i've been feeling very lonely lately due to uni so i think that'd be good for my mental health but at the same time,, i don't want to go back to talking once in a blue moon you know? ooo to be an anxious mess every day of your life.... like i get nervous so easily and i know i'll make someone uncomfortable so i simply keep quiet or i don't know how to join conversations because my social skills are -1. i'm a bit of a mess TT

as a bonus for reading all of this, wips of some of the banners/wallpapers? i was working on the last time. rei was meant to be a light pink/purple ish kind of shade but i don't mind how these came out either ^^ i need to print the cgs as polaroids again

#i feel like we understand each other pretty well <3 #aaa the pains of fandom really

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sailorwritesstuff · 2 years

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even MORE Madrigal family headcanons

Because I want to take over this fandom 😏

also found out apparently??? Encanto takes place around the 50's??? that doesn't seem right at all??

no spoilers

When Pepa is mad she says "Ay! im so heated i can hear the clouds."

Dolores got her name from "Dolores" by Frank Sinatra (1941)

Bruno has really nice hand writing. Julieta... not so much...

Mirabel throws herself into playing multiple instruments to impress her Abuela at a young age. She can play six piano, guitar, accordion, the flute, bongos, and ocarina (and the tambourine if you count that as an instrument)

the guitar she learned how to play on was actually Bruno's He used to hide it in his room but before he left he put it in the nursery because he knew he wouldn't be able to play it in the walls.

Antonio kicks Camilo in the ankles sometimes and acts like its an accident. he gets pretty creative with those excuses.

Isabela doesn't want kids. she plans to have one (1) for the sake of the miracle.

Antonio grows up to be the tallest of his siblings and Camilo was heated.

Julieta can SING. She's got a very rich and soothing voice. Even though they're all grown up now the kids still ask her to sing to them when they can't sleep.

Felix has an old record player with all kinds of tunes.

Pepa can't sing for shit but somehow She can memorize notes just by hearing them once or twice.

Felix sometimes just likes to chill and listen to opera. very loudly. And he dances to it like it's just club music.

luisa listens to ballet tunes whenever she's stressed Tchaikovsky: Swan Lake is a favorite of hers

Antonio doesn't like house cats much. they frustrate him because they don't listen

Camilo and Dolores mock their parents. not in a mean way. its actually kinda cute. they've done sense Camilo could talk in full sentences.

Isabela sleeps in one of her dad's old Sleep shirts even tho she has lots of pretty pj sets. she literally hates pants.

Mirabel is a libra.

Agustin hates black coffee. it has to be FILLED with sugar.

The family calls Dolores, Dolly or Lolita a lot.

if you ask Isabela what her favorite color is she'll be very sarcastic because she makes it obvious. "brown" "really?" "no you fucking idiot its purple."

Camilo is 100% and astrology bitch who has everyone's birth chart memorized.

Abuela It's one of those parents who used to wake their kids up to loud music to clean the house. and it was never music they wanted to hear.

every Christmas Antonio ask Mirabel for a shirt. just a shirt. because he knows if he asks for something big she'll go over the top. so if he asks for something small. she'll be normal.

Abuela doesn't like Horses

Pepa wanted to name Camilo, Pedro but Alma wasn't ready yet and broke down crying when pepa asked. she didn't ask again for Antonio but Alma wished she had.

Isabela doesn't like eating meat.

Dolores has a strong distaste for loud music. it hurts her head. So she can never listen to a record player up close She always has to play it from a few rooms over.

Dolores is a big fan of her Tio Bruno's telenovelas

Abuelo Pedro wrote songs. several books full of them. and Alma kept all of the ones she could save. she sacrificed her favorite Dresses so they would fit even tho he said he didn't need them Because she knew he was lying and that they were important to him. She even almost left her wedding dress but she thought about how sad she would be if one of her two daughters didn't get to wear it one day. (spoiler: it was Julieta)

Bruno can also sing And he has this natural rasp to his voice. like a make your knees shake rasp.

Antonio prefers to listen to jungle noise tapes over music. even before he got his gift. now it just makes more sense.

Abuela (back when she was just mamá) would sing to her children the songs that her husband sang to her when they were young and dating

Antonio taught some bird and other creatures how to perform Abuela's favorite song for her birthday. (She didn't enjoy it but she thanked him and pretended anyway)

Mirabel sings silly songs to the kids in town when she sees they're having a bad day.

Mirabel can't take jello seriously. she snickers everytime she sees it move.

Camilo once wrote an entire one man musical that he forced his family to watch. (It was honestly surprisingly good??)

Agustin gets flustered whenever his wife sings to him.

Bruno can't dance

Camilo and Mirabel did highschool theater.

Isabela went to high school theater productions occasionally to throw flowers aggressively at Mirabel and Camilo through out the performance via magic.

Isabela hates showtunes

Isabela also was in school chorus and played the piano so...

Antonio said fuck once and Pepa lost her shit. It rained for a days every time she looked at Camilo who taught him the word.

Mirabel is an advent journaler of emotions (post canon) She goes through about a journal every month and a half. and she carries it everywhere.

Dolores sings like Cinderella. its very pretty. but very rare.

sometimes Bruno forgets he's not supposed to be in the house while he's in the walls and he'll say bless you when someone sneezes. He did it to Pepa once there was a hurricane for two days because she thought her dead brother was talking to her.

Camilo loves ice cream.

Mirabel tried to get Bruno, Isabella, and Camilo to start a band. (they said no)

#sailor says something dumb #disney encanto #encanto headcanons #tio bruno #encanto #luisa madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #abuelo pedro madrigal

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aleyuhs · 2 years

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hold tight ♡ jacob bae

warnings: implied big dick jacob, unprotected sex, afab reader, "baby" as a petname once, swearing but you're already reading a smut fic so it shouldn't bother you a whole lot, not sure if this is fwb or boyfriend so feel free to interpret it however!

wc: 1.3k

a/n: first post yay! + sorry for the word vomit in this...? i think it works tho and pls tell me if you spot any typos that bother you! i'm bad at proofreading

“have i ever told you how pretty you are like this?”

maybe if circumstances were different, something like that would’ve just been a cute thing to say. just another thing jacob noticed about you, something said so casually as if the two of you were conversing about the weather.

but you’re not talking about the weather, why— no, how could you be expected to speak when you’re laid bare for jacob, back arched and ass shamefully raised as his thick cock delightfully drags against your insides? it’s not like either of you are even sure what time it is anymore, so how could anyone expect the two of you to know what’s going on outside of your little bubble? who cares if the sun is shining like a miracle was performed, or if there’s a storm that’d put the fear of god in even the strongest men. you’ve got both those things inside that bubble with jacob anyway. mind and heart torn in between appreciation and fear, how could he, soft spoken and kind little jacob, surprise you every time you get with him like this?

he makes another comment, one about you being “cute when you’re out of it”, and you want to tell him to shut up, you want to wipe that stupid grin off his face. but even so, you can’t even get a single word out, instead whines and pretty little moans replace whatever coherent phrase you wanted to say. and jacob keeps smiling every time you try to snap back at him. it’s in some ways endearing, how you always think you can make some witty comment while he’s helping you forget. even after all this time, you still haven’t caught on that he gets rougher with you whenever you feel like this is your chance to get back at him. finally having caught your breath just enough to look over your shoulder and open your mouth, only for the words to come out as a pitiful whine rather than anything of importance. if it wasn’t for the fact that it feels like he’s in your fucking guts you could’ve maybe had the energy to control your expressions; stop yourself from looking like you’re in love with how he fucks you.

it’s pathetic, really, that this is what became of you two. actually- it’s just you; you’re the pathetic one here, aren’t you? always seeking jacob out when you’ve got a lot on your mind, choosing to have it fucked out of you rather than working through it. it’s not like he minds, jacob always took pleasure in helping you forget about things. a test you flunked, messing something up in class, rude customers at work, a comment made by a friend that rubbed you the wrong way, a boy pissing you off. pick your poison, he’s got the antidote.

an antidote in the form of rough hands grabbing at your hips, pulling you back to meet his every thrust, cock buried so deep inside you that you can’t help but whine about “how fucking big he is” whenever he lets you have a moment of rest; those times when he slows down just to card his fingers through your hair, grabbing and twisting it enough for him to pull you back against his broad chest. free hand making its way to your sensitive and neglected little nub when he picks up the pace again. fingers skilled in their movements, bringing you closer to the edge faster than you’d like to admit. jacob had always been good with his fingers. years of playing guitar and months of practicing the piano giving him a certain precision that was hard to find in other men.

though jacob had always insisted he “just knew you better” than your previous partners whenever it came up. you’d always deny it like your life is on the line, and yet, during sex it was one of the few things that your stupid mouth manages to say clear enough for anyone to make out. he’s always thought of that as a testament to how he’s right, and you’re just being stubborn. you only ever seem to be honest when he fucks you dumb, jacob, jacob, jacob repeating in your mind like a prayer. the only coherent thought in your silly little head being something along the lines of wanting to thank him over and over as he fucks your worries out of you.

so for once, you do just that; moaning out a “thank you” when he picks up the pace, fucks into you harder; hand once in your hair moving to your front to grab at one of your tits, the movement rough yet so good it makes your head spin, brain fuzzy from it all. his own head gets nestled in your neck, deep purple marks blossoming on your skin as he leaves traces of his appreciation for you along the sensitive area, nose teasing your jawline when he moves to whisper in your ear about how you’re being so good for him, how he wants you to come so fucking bad. and he knows you’re close, he knows how to read you; how to make sense of even your most slurred words. he’s been with you too many times not to after all, to him it’s easy to tell what you want when you start babbling incoherently about him and his cock, how close you are; and he knows that all you need is just a little push.

so jacob does just that; hands moving with a certain urgency that you just don’t pick up on, too cock-drunk to realize before it’s too late, his hands already pushing you back down to how you’d found yourself earlier. it almost hurts, just almost, how strongly he’s pushing on your back; your cheek squished against one of his soft pillows and breathing constricted as if you weren’t already fucking struggling with controlling yourself. though you don’t have it in you to complain, not when it feels this good, not when jacob is pushing you closer and closer to the edge. choked moans make their way out from your mouth, and you know you’re cutting jacob off, you can hear him say something- though it’s lost on your ears, only picking up on his question of “who’s making you feel this good, baby?”

despite how badly you want to, you struggle to answer, every nerve in your body alight and weight on your back not helping you at all; but he doesn’t let up, instead just cooing at you like you’re some poor, helpless creature. it’s shameful, really, how that makes the rubber band in you pull and pull; finally snapping when he tells you to cum; the sensitivity too much for you anyway with how you’ve been close for so long now. your body jerks and shudders beneath him, a plethora of his name falling from your lips as you release all over him. for a moment it’s like even he struggles to keep himself together, the weight on your back easing up little by little till he’s dragged his hands down to your hips. you always tighten up so nicely for him when he keeps pumping into you through your release, it brings him closer to the edge; and when he comes soon after you it’s only perfect, hips flush against yours like he just can’t get close enough, deep enough, moans strained and eyebrows furrowed.

for a while he stays snug in you, relishing in the feeling and only pulling out when you wiggle your hips just a bit. now having grabbed one of his pillows so your cheek is resting on it properly, allowing you to look at him over your shoulder with a dazed smile, one he returns as his hands caress your hips softly- gently, even.

jacob’s the first one to break the silence, voice telling of what you’ve done as he speaks, “helped you relax, didn’t i?”

with all the energy you can gather, you flip over onto your back, supporting yourself on one elbow as you sit up to use your other hand to pull him down with you. playfully, teasingly, adoringly telling him to “shut up” while you hug him close, arms wrapped around him in a sticky embrace that neither of you feel like moving out of.

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