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fiber-optic-alligator · 4 months

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Requesting IDW Megatron x Lost Light human liaison reader. Based on the song "Heaven's Light" from Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Thanks for the request! Sorry for such a long delay! I spent a lot of time writing and rewriting this because I wanted to get it right. I went with Autobot Megatron for this one. I hope that is okay with you! Feedback is always appreciated! :D

Heaven's Light

Pairing: IDW Megatron x Human Liaison Reader

Word Count: 3588

Summary: Though he is now a hardworking Autobot aboard the Lost Light who's just trying to make up for the sins he's committed in his past, Megatron still believes he is a monster who is unworthy of ever being loved. That all changes when you, a little human liaison from Earth, makes your way into his life and implores him to reluctantly open his spark.

Megatron knows he is a monster.

He has done horrible things. He has killed, he has tortured, he has maimed. His recharge cycles are plagued with the echoes of screams and the fallen frames of mangled bodies. He stands atop a pile of them. When he looks at his servos, they are drenched in wasted energon that isn’t his own. Nightmares, Rune calls them. Terrible warped memories of his past. He cannot escape them. The guilt will stain him forever.

Megatron is aware that most of the Lost Light’s crew is afraid of him. With the exceptions of others like the captain, most steer clear of his way. When they see him thumping down a hallway with steps that seem to shake the entire ship, they scurry like glitch mice when a cyber cat is near. They speak to him with tremors in their voices and rattling in their joints.

Not that he makes things easy for them, he admits. Megatron is aloof, calculating, and antisocial. His violent tendencies have devolved into simple growls and annoyed huffs. He’s not here to make friends. He’s here to do a job: atone for the sins he has committed.

And yet, the nightmares remain. They do not leave no matter what he does.

Megatron is not a gentle being. He knows he is rough around the edges, and that scares people. So when he hears the announcement about a human boarding the Lost Light, his first instinct is to avoid them at all costs. It does not matter if they are a liaison. Humans are fragile and too easy to break. And he hardly believes Earth wants their delegate to be interacting with the former Decepticon warlord who has slaughtered thousands.

Unfortunately, his dimwitted captain has different plans.

“No.” Megatron crosses his arms and lifts his chin defiantly. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come on.” Rodimus throws his helm back with an exasperated groan. “You're the perfect bot for the job! Why can’t you just say yes?”

“I did not board this ship to inevitably become a human babysitter.” Megatron’s words come out harsh and unyielding. “The answer is no, Rodimus. Get someone else to do it.”

“I agree,” Drift says. “In no way can I see this resulting in a positive outcome. Um…no offense Megatron.”

Megatron snorts. “None taken.”

“You two don’t understand.” Rodimus rubs his forehelm in faux exhaustion. “The human is here to learn about Cybertronian history and culture. Who else knows more about that sort of stuff than you?”

Megatron bares his teeth. “Are you calling me old?”

“I’m calling you knowledgeable,” Rodimus shoots back. “You can tell the human so much about us, more than Drift or I could combined.”

“That is not my area of profession. Get Rewind to do it.”

“No,” Rodimus objects. “I want you to do it.”

“Rewind would be a much better option if we want this human to successfully integrate into the ship’s social life,” Drift advises.

Rodimus punches the other mech squarely in the shoulder plating. Drift yelps and jumps back. “Ow! What was that for?”

“Are you on my side with this or not?” Rodimus snaps.

“I’m on the side of wanting the human to like us, and I don’t believe pairing them with Megatron is the best way to achieve that! Again, no offense to Megatron, but we need to make a good impression.” Drift straightens and rubs his shoulder, wincing. “We have to think about this clearly, Rodimus.”

“I am thinking clearly. I am the most clear-thinking mech in this room. I have never been thinking clearer, and I don’t think I ever will.” He points at Megatron. “You are going to be this human’s companion for the next six cyber-weeks they are here. You will educate them on our ways, teach them our history, and convince them that we are awesome and amazing and incredible. Understand? Come on, remember their little human motto! ‘Salvation through understanding, understanding brings in the light!’ There’s no way you can say no to that!”

Megatron feels indignation churn within his tank. That indignation turns into something dangerous, something he has not been able to snuff out of himself completely since he’s turned over a new leaf. That something is hostility borne from the frustration of being told to do something he doesn’t want to do. He snarls, but Rodimus does not cower. The red-and-orange mech’s plating bristles and clacks together in an act of instinctual dominance. The two leaders stare each other down in a silent battle. It takes Drift being the middle-man to relieve some of the tension crackling between them. “Alright, enough! Both of you stop right now! The human is going to be here at any moment, and you want their first impression of you two to be this? Calm down and get a hold of yourselves!”

Megatron scoffs. Without looking at either of them, he shoulders past Drift towards the door. “I will do as you say, Rodimus,” he rumbles. “But don’t you think I will enjoy a second of it. You are making a mistake.”

He hears Drift whisper “This is a bad idea” to the captain. Megatron stomps off, ignoring how every mech around him presses themselves against the walls to avoid his path. They should have chosen Rewind.

You are…not what Megatron was expecting.

You arrive on the ship with a swagger in your step and not an ounce of nervousness within you. Your eyes are wide with awe and your little dermas are split in a wide open smile as you turn in a circle to take everything in. There’s something distinctly adorable about the way you shift the weight of your stuffed backpack from one shoulder to the other and drag a tiny little suitcase behind you that makes the softer side of Megatron want to say “Awwww.” Apparently he isn’t the only one either; Rodimus is smiling like an idiot, his servos fidgeting like he wants to scoop you up and coo at you dotingly.

Drift elbows him. He snaps to attention and announces himself grandly, which makes Megatron want to cringe. “Liaison Y/N! So good to finally meet you in person! Welcome to the Lost Light!” He kneels and extends his servo with surprising mindfulness. “I am Rodimus Prime, captain of this ship.”

Your smile widens when you hold the tip of his index digit between both of your little fleshy servos and shake it. “I am honored to be here, captain.”

“The honor is all ours. And please, just call me Rodimus. You're one of us now. There’s no need for formalities.” Rodimus rises and gestures to Drift. The red-and-white mech steps forward and dips his head while he is introduced. “This is Drift, my third-in-command. And this is Megatron, my…co-captain.”

Megatron keeps his expression neutral when he steps forward to loom over you like a mountain. You have to crane your neck back in order to take all of him in. Here we go, he thinks. Any moment now, you’ll recognize his name. You’ll retreat to a safe distance. Maybe even start screaming in fear. He shouldn’t be surprised. After all, he is Megatron, feared former leader of the Decepticons, one of the most ruthless and terrifying beings in the-

Your smile does not waver and your attitude remains just as bright. “Megatron. It’s wonderful to meet you. I’m Y/N.”

It takes a moment for him to register your words. Wait, what?

Rodimus coughs and eyeballs him critically. “Oh.” Megatron blinks. “Um. Yes. Hello. It’s wonderful to, uh, meet you too.”

Drift snickers. He wants to punch him.

“I apologize for his flustered state.” Rodimus laughs nervously. “We’re all just very excited to have you on board. This is the first time much of the crew will be meeting a human, so I hope you’ll understand that some of us might not know how to interact with you.”

“It’s no problem,” you say. “I get it. But that’s why I’m here! So if you are curious about me, then I encourage it.”

Rodimus relaxes, looking relieved. “Yes, of course! We’re connecting two worlds! It’s absolutely incredible.”

“If anyone makes you actively uncomfortable though, please let one of us know,” Drift adds. “We understand that there is a clear power imbalance between you and all of us. It’s important that you feel safe here.”

“Well, that’s why Megs is going to be your partner during your time here!” Rodimus grabs Megatron’s shoulder and shakes him. It takes all of his strength not to growl. “You're here because you want to know more about us, right? Well, my co-captain is extremely knowledgeable in all things Cybertronian. He’ll do his best to answer any and all questions you might have!”

You show no trepidation over this. In fact, your eagerness only seems to grow. Megatron is honestly stunned. “Oh, absolutely, I’d love that! As long as it’s okay with you?” You look back at him inquiringly.

He starts to object, but Rodimus slams his servo over his intake. “He’s totally okay with it! He volunteered, after all! And he’ll start with showing you to your habsuite with Drift, so you can take all the time you need to settle in!”

Your concerns are soothed. Taking up your suitcase, you follow Drift and leave the docking bay, with the other mech walking at a turtle’s pace in order to stay in tandem with you. Megatron rips Rodimus’s servo away from his intake. “You,” he hisses, “are the bane of my very existence.”

Rodimus shrugs. “I can live with that title. But seriously, I’m doing you a favor right now. Enough with the brooding miserableness and more with the reinventing yourself. I’m trying to help you feel more at ease here. If you start with the human, you may find yourself actually being gentle.”

He snarls, and for the first time in a long while wonders if he can get away with killing one last Autobot. But when he looks at you and sees the way you smile up at Drift with so much young excitement…something in him softens.

“So, I was told you know a lot about Cybertronian culture,” you say to him. Drift is long gone, and your habsuite is set up to house all of your accommodations. You sit back on the miniature berth covered with blankets and pillows, thin legs swinging idly while you regard him with a curious look. He glances at you fleetingly, then returns his gaze to the data pad he’s holding.

“That I do,” he answers.

“Mind telling me some stuff?”

Your question is blunt and to the point. There’s no hesitation. You don’t look the least bit afraid. For a moment, Megatron wonders if you even know who he is. You just seem so…clueless. Did your human superiors really give you no sort of debriefing on who you would be dealing with here before you left?

“What do you want to know?” he asks reluctantly.

“I want to know about turbo foxes,” you reply.

He stares at you. Then he bursts into raucous laughter that causes his entire frame to shake. You throw your hands up in feigned exasperation, grinning like an idiot. “What? What did I say?”

“You said nothing wrong, little one.” He manages to calm himself down, shaking his head while still chuckling. “I just…I was expecting you to ask about the war.”

“Why would I ask you about that?”

“Because that is what everyone wants to know about. The war is essentially a defining factor of our history and culture. Our image cannot exist without it.”

You shrug. “I can learn about the war from anyone. I already have. But turbo foxes? I’ve only read a single paragraph about those. They sound so cute! You have to tell me more.”

“Wait.” He pauses, confused. “You…you’ve learned about the war?”

“Of course I have,” you reply. “Like you said, it’s part of your history and culture. Who hasn’t at this point?”

“So…you know who I am. Megatron. Me. You’ve learned about me.”

“Yes?” You tilt your head. “I don’t know what this has to do about turbo foxes.”

“No, it-it has nothing to do with them. I just-” He sighs, rubbing his optics in a tired way. “I just don’t understand why you haven’t acknowledged the fact that you know me. You know what I’ve done. You know what I’m capable of continuing to do.”

“I haven’t acknowledged it because it’s not worth acknowledging.”

“That is absurd. Of course it is worth acknowledging. I am Megatron. I’m the former leader of one of the most feared armies known throughout the universe.”

“Former leader,” you say.

“That-” He sputters. He isn’t sure where you are going with this; you’ve thrown him for a loop. “That has nothing to do with the current situation.”

“Yes it does.” You stand up. “You used to be the leader of the Decepticons. You’ve killed, you’ve destroyed. But you don’t do that anymore. So now here we are.”

“You are okay with completely looking past everything I have done? You're just going to…ignore it?”

“No.” You take slow steps towards him. “I’m not. I’ve done my research on you. I understand that you’ve done terrible things. But I also know that you're trying to make up for all of that. You're good now. Being here, helping me…I know you're trying to be better. I appreciate that.” You hold up your hands. He understands, yet hesitates to fulfill your wish. You have to encourage him. “Come on, it’s okay. You won’t hurt me.”

He bends down and extends his servo. “How can you be so sure?”

You hold his index digit and bring the tip to your cheek, allowing him to caress the soft organic skin of your face. You are so small, so delicate, so carefully made. Megatron isn’t caught up on the stories about the gods of your world, yet he knows-he can feel it-that whatever being made you put so much care and love into their work, he is sure their power rivals Primus himself. His walls crumble. He wants to hold you forever.

“I’m sure because I trust you,” you say. “And when you earn the trust of someone you can so easily hurt…you know you are good.”

Six weeks later…

Swerve’s bar is filled with life. Megatron hears it all the way from the deserted hallway he sits in. The laughter, cheers, and songs echo like the hauntings of spirits. Yet, he feels no urge to join in. The bench he sits on is as cold as space. He’s sure he can feel the chilling void through the large observation window he’s in front of right now.

The soft pitter patter of human feet turns his attention away from the window. He sees you heading towards him with cheeks flushed red and a stupid smile. His olfactory sensors pick up on the faint scent of alcohol sticking to your skin when you make it over to him.

“Are you drunk?” he asks.

“A little,” you reply. A soft pat to his pede signals what you want. He gives it to you, scooping you up into a gentle hold and placing you on his right tibulen. You lean against him with a soft exhale. “Why didn’t you come join us?”

He lifts his gaze to the window. “I’m not a big drinker.”

“Oh. Well, that’s okay. Neither am I.”

The warmth of your little body is comforting. It makes him want to focus on you. Yet, he can’t manage to do so. It’s such a foolish situation; him, of all mechs, so infatuated with this little human, he can barely look at them.

But it goes beyond that. He knows it does. So do you. Six weeks are nearly over. Your time here will soon be done.

He doesn’t know how to handle that anymore.

“Why did you leave Swerve’s?” he chooses to ask you, because if he brings up the topic of you leaving, he thinks he’s going to lose control of his emotions.

“I wanted to be with you.”

He snorts. “I hardly think a party being thrown in your honor is worth leaving in exchange for spending time with some old bot.”

“Oh, please. You aren’t just some old bot to me. I like being around you. Is that so hard to believe?”

He smiles humorously. “You might be the only one on this ship who does.”

You don’t respond, and Megatron fears he might have offended you in some way. When he looks at you, he sees your shoulders slump and your head hang like you are mourning the dead.

“I’m leaving soon,” you murmur.

“...I know.”

“I asked my superior if I could stay.” You draw your knees to your chest and hug them. “I begged him. Another week. Hell, another day. But he wouldn’t give in. Fucking asshole…he knows I’ve gotten attached.”

“Getting attached was the point of you coming here.”

“I know. But…not like this.” An invisible chord tightens around your little body. He can tell your composure is crumbling. “This…wasn’t something I was trained for.”

His spark aches painfully. If he were younger, he’d do something rash; threatening your superior would have been his first course of action. If that didn’t work, he’d steal you away and whisk you off to the far reaches of space, away from Earth, away from anything or anyone who might prevent the two of you from being together.

But he’s not his younger self. He’s old. He’s tired. So he simply heaves a sigh and lifts his optics to the stars. “You know…so many times out there, I’ve watched a happy pair of lovers walking in the night.”

You lift your head and look at him. There are tears in your eyes. Megatron rumbles out a deep purr and reaches for you, gently maneuvering you into his servos and lifting you up to his faceplate. You lean forward and place a tiny hand on his nose.

“What were they like?” you ask quietly.

“They had a kind of glow to them,” he responds with a sense of wistfulness. “It almost looked like…Heaven’s light.”

That makes you giggle. “How the hell do you know what Heaven is?”

“Lets just say I’ve done my research,” he answers with a smile.

You lightly tap his nose with your fist. “Sap.” Your expression falls into a contemplative frown. “What were you thinking when you saw them? The lovers? Were you jealous?”

“Well…not exactly. Jealousy isn’t the right word to describe it. But…I envied them. I wanted to be like them. But I knew I’d never know that warm and loving glow, though I might wish with all my might.” He closes his optics, steadying his breaths. He doesn’t want to cry, not in front of you. “No face as hideous as my face…was ever meant for Heaven’s light.”

You open your mouth to retort, not at all willing to listen to him put himself down. That’s one of the things he loves about you. No matter who it is, you will always step in to make someone feel better. It’s a quality many Cybertronians are lacking, yet it abounds in humans plentifully.

He had been wrong about your kind, back when he was still the leader of the Decepticons. You are so much more beautiful than you realize.

Megatron cuts you off gently with a low puff of air into your face from his nose. You sputter and stumble back, and he laughs. His thumb comes up to stroke your hair, then travels down to trace the outline of your jaw. You still, eyes widening when you see the lovesick look he’s giving you. “But suddenly an angel has smiled at me…you, little one. Come on, smile.”

There’s no sharp-witted reply from you to make him chuckle. You just obey him and smile. His spark skips a beat and he feels like he is going to melt right then and there. “You are the only one to smile at me in this way,” he whispers. “And you…you’ve touched my face without a trace of fright.”

“I could never be afraid of you,” you say. You press yourself against his nose, hugging him in the best way you can. He feels you trembling. “I’ve dreamt of this. I’ve dreamt of you. I still dream. I dare to dream that you might even care for me…”

Megatron leans into your touch. “My cold dark tower seems so bright…I swear it must be Heaven’s light.”

There is silence between you for some time. The noise from Swerve’s bar has faded away. You sniffle and don’t pull away. “Stay with me,” you beg.

“You know I can’t,” he says. “Not forever.”

“Then just for tonight. For as long as we have left. Stay with me, please. I don’t want to let you go. I love you.”

“You don’t have to.” He hugs you with his free servo. “Not right now. I’m here. I love you too. You are the only one I will ever love. My Heaven’s light.”

“Salvation through understanding,” you sob, tears streaming down your cheeks. Yet, you are smiling. It’s a grateful smile. A smile that tells him you are so, so lucky to have ever met him at all.

His optics well up. He lets the walls break. “Understanding brings in the light.”

Megatron knows he is a monster.

But after meeting you…he knows he’s a monster who’s worthy of receiving love.

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celluloidbroomcloset · 5 months

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This scene is so good in so many ways, but I want to talk about how it's the first time, in Season 2, that we see Ed desiring Stede and expressing that desire to him.

Through the first few episodes, we see a lot of how Stede wants Ed—we know he's having sex dreams that keep the crew awake—but most of what we see from Ed’s perspective are romantic fantasies about marriage and commitment, and despair at having lost the man he loves.

This makes sense to their characterizations—Ed is spiraling. He believes Stede has left him, perhaps never loved him. There are other things going on with the shame he's been made to feel about his own more tender emotions, his "unlovability," and how he's unable to express his grief openly to others. We also know that Ed is the more sexually experienced of the two, but that his sexuality has always been filtered through violence and pain. Ed's relationship to sex, like Stede's, is complicated by the culture that surrounds him and by the desires that he's been told are shameful.

Stede has only just fully awakened to his sexuality. He's realized that he's in love with Ed and that Ed is in love with him. His fantasies are about conquering the foe and getting Ed back; he's very much trying to put himself into the romantic hero role. He's scared that Ed won't want him anymore, but he seems very confident in his desires now.

We see the beginnings of Ed's own desires being expressed in the "captain's voice" moment, when he's obviously aroused by Stede taking a dominant stance. It's a shift from the "teenagers in love" fantasies and games of Season 1 and how they relate in "Fun and Games," with Ed beginning to both acknowledge and show that he desires Stede sexually and is safe to do so. Stede's oblivious at this point, but he's not by the time we get to the second moonlight scene.

After telling his fish story, Ed pauses to look Stede up and down: "I like that shirt."

Stede is actually a bit embarrassed, just as Ed is when Stede later takes his hand. He doesn't know how to react. When has Stede ever been told that he’s attractive? That someone else wants him physically? He's had other men tell him he’s weak and soft, and Mary was never attracted to him. But Ed is saying that openly—that he likes the way Stede looks. He finds him attractive.

Ed ties this to who Stede is as a person—he wants to hear more of the cursed suit story, and he's disappointed when Stede doesn't continue. Again, as with his physical attractions, Stede has often been mocked (including by Ed) for talking too much and telling boring stories. In effect, this is both an apology and a compliment: Ed wants to hear him talk.

Finally, Ed brings this back to the moment that had deep meaning for them both. He looks at Stede's body again and repeats the "you wear fine things well line." The exchanges that come before that give it further resonance—not just that it meant something to Ed, but that he knows what it meant to Stede, then and now. Stede gave him something then that made him feel cared for and desired, and Ed is doing the same for him.

Their relationship is not at all shallow or only based in physical attraction, but by the physical attraction is there. It’s real. There’s a carnality for them both that is very present, and it’s a part of their love for each other.

The way Ed talks about Stede is more subtle than the way Stede talks about Ed. Ed doesn’t write love letters, but he does look Stede up and down and go “you’re beautiful. You’re interesting. I love hearing you talk. I love looking at you.”

This acts as both reassurance and a movement forward in their relationship as it matures and becomes more real. Ed might not be ready to make out or have sex yet, but there's a pretty clear emphasis on yet. He tells Stede that sometimes it's better to be patient and wait—he's not rejecting Stede at all, but asking for them to move slower.

Stede's relationship to sex and desire has always been distanced, but now it's being brought to bear on the reality of his relationship with Ed. Ed's knowledge of sex has been confined to games connected to violence and pain. Both of them are now finding their way towards each other with the understanding that their relationship is indeed romantic, it is passionate, it is sexual, and it's not connected either to shame or to violence.

They want each other.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ed teach #edward teach #stede bonnet #gentlebeard #gif #ofmd meta #long post #also just any excuse to use that last gif #ofmd season 2 #you wear fine things well

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the-spaced-out-ace · 3 months

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okay okay hear me out. hatchetfield/ever after high au

i maaaaaayyy have been thinking about this since. the day i saw abstinence camp. in my defense dexven and lautski are the same ship and nobody likes either of these things more than me (/j) so like. rundown of ideas i had (and one piece of inspo from a gc i'm in)

Stephanie Lauter, daughter of the Evil King: Yeah, I'm just fully reusing Raven's backstory here. Steph's born into wickedness and expected to one day inherit her father's throne and oppress her people and possibly curse the future Snow White. Which earns her respectful fear from her fellow "evil" peers, fearful respect from most of her classmates, and dread from herself, because she doesn't want to be anything like her dad, for better or for worse, even if it means risking going poof. Doesn't really help she's just not a good student in the classes assigned to her and her father keeps telling her she'll be a terrible Evil Queen anyway. Would absolutely prefer to write her own destiny. Her current plans involve doing fuck-all as an adult.

Peter Spankoffski, son of one of the Generic Charming Families: More specifically, the ones from Beauty and the Beast. One problem. He wasn't exactly planned. His big brother has already lived out being the beast and a noble lady named Jenny broke Ted's curse yeeeeaaarrrs ago, so Pete's already seen what should be his story play out in real time. And given the assumption that Ted and Jenny's kid would take on one of their roles, Pete's not sure he even has a destiny. Pretty much ostracized by most of his peers for so obviously not having a destiny. He's the only non-villian not inherently scared of Steph, and when they talk it's all like "god, you're so lucky your story isn't a shitshow" "at least you have a story" and eventually they kinda further break destiny by dating because they are literally just Raven and Dexter in another font.

Ruth Fleming, daughter of The Mad Hatter: @mythuzalasheir3 suggested this one to me and I was so inclined to agree. Ruth is so Wonderlandian to me. She's theatrical, she's eccentric and not willing to turn it down, will just say what's on her mind as she sees it. Taking a bit from the books canon, she does sorta resent Steph at first for her father going off-book and poisoning Wonderlandian magic, but after Pete urges her to actually talk to her as they start hanging out more, she sees Steph isn't as scary as she thought and very quickly gets comfortable turning up her madness and speaking Riddlish around her like she does with her other friends. Speaking of which.

Richie Lipschitz, son of the Wizard of Oz: Yes. I really am making Pete the odd one out. Ruth is Wonderlandian, Richie is an (honorary) Ozian. Sue me. This basically stems from how Richie was in charge of taping the prank in the Waylons/putting on the music, so knowing he has special effects know-how, he is going to have a blast doing the hologram head thing in the Emerald City for a few decades. He also plans on introducing pop culture stuff to Oz, too, not just more science. Nerd. I think he's iconic for it.

(Side note: neither Ruth nor Richie can believe that they're just casually best friends with a prince, even though Pete really doesn't want it to be a big deal).

Grace Chasity, daughter of the Temple Woman from The Little Mermaid: Right. History time. If you're not familiar with the original version of TLM, after the mermaid brings the prince back to shore, a girl from a Christian monastery finds the prince, and he believes she saved him instead of the mermaid. And also she and the prince are married by the end. I chose this fully because she's very proud of the fact she already has an immortal soul, and doesn't have to do anything for a happily ever after other than be in the right place at the right time. She does not give a damn about who her prince is as long as they stick to the script. Basically, she's a Royal out of necessity more than anything.

Max Jagerman, son of another Charming Clan: More specifically, he's destined to be the Rapunzel's prince. He's in with Steph because he thinks it's a good idea to be on the good side of all royals in his class. But not Storiless Spankoffski. He does NOT fraternize with people whose existence could poof away a whole story. For as much as he tries to fit the example of Perfect Royals Accepting Their Destiny, he does still have a target of affection not in his story: Grace. Being much more stereotypically Royal than him, she keeps rejecting him due to not being interested and not even part of his story. Doesn't stop him from trying.

The Lords in Black, the heads of Ever After High: Everyone has a destiny. They're here to run the school and enforce them, and also dictate the destinies of the more ambiguous cases like Charming Number Twenty-Seven or "how do we find a replacement for a character who is dead." They say there's a spider in the basement but don't even worry about it, they'll take care of it eventually.

Webby, the Weaver in the Basement: Basically taking the place of Giles Grimm, her brothers have let her have less and less involvement with destinies over the years, so she's spinning up happier endings that hopefully won't go poof in solitude. Would definitely encourage Steph to follow her heart instead of her destiny.

Henery Hidgens as the Magic Botany teacher, and also former Jack of Jack the Giant Slayer fame: man I just think this would be funny

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paganminiskirt · 3 months

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Like Frieza and Vegeta’s relationship was absolutely abusive and exploitative from start to finish but I think people write it wrong. Well not wrong, just in a way that I personally believe removes the deeper horror in favor of an easy depiction of what a relationship like that looks like. He’s not getting strung up and whipped or locked in a cell to cry, he’s getting his chin scratched by a person who uprooted him from everything he had ever known on a whim and destroyed the culture upon which he founded his most nascent sense of identity. And that person is only keeping him alive because despite it all, he’s useful, and kind of cute, especially now that all the other Saiyans are dead. Vegeta’s a small child being made to commit atrocities for profit an amusing little novelty, still using the honorifics & regurgitating the legends of a planet that’s been obliterated. DBS is not a perfect sequel by any means but it did this part so, so well. “All hail Vegeta, prince of no one.” “I always thought you shined the brightest when you were serving as my pet.”

Sickening, yes? And the intimacy is the worst part, the realization that Frieza seems to favor him; seems to like him. Who knows, maybe Vegeta reminded him of himself at some ancient, half-forgotten stage of life. King Cold did drop him like a hot potato as soon as he was proven weaker than Trunks. Maybe that’s the whole reason he made King Vegeta give up his kid in the first place. Frieza’s relationship with his father is shallow and dependent entirely on his value as a soldier, the underlying cruelty of which they’ve both silently agreed to use superfluous affection to cover up? Fine. He’s gonna make the Saiyan king give up his own militarized child prince. He’s gonna strip away the cultural justifications for what he’s doing to his son by making him treat it like the cold, spineless profiteering that it always was. He’s gonna rub it in.

But hey, he’s not mad at the kid. It was his dad who got too big for the barrel. Vegeta is still serving his purpose, Vegeta is still being good. Why wouldn’t Frieza treat him in accordance with his “station,” even after it’s been rendered an empty title because of him. All he has to do is keep spinning the wheel on the Cold Empire, vomiting out violence into the endless vacuum of space & never getting too uppity about his dead father or dead planet or about the fact that, even when reduced to the most baseline level of childish narcissism, the state which this arrangement has emotionally stunted him into maintaining well into adulthood, he never actually wanted any of this. He didn’t want to leave Planet Vegeta! He didn’t want to grow up surrounded by strangers! He didn’t want to have no claim over anything he ever achieved! He wanted to work for himself! It wasn’t his choice!!! For all of Vegeta’s dickswinging and hierarchy and “pride,” he is so, so helpless, “like a tiny insect glowing in a jar,” as Frieza so helpfully summarized for us. Overcorrection layered on overcorrection layered on overcorrection layered on desperate, screeching fear and sadness and shame. Blow up a planet. Nuke a city. Wipe out a village. Fix It Again, Tony.

And that viciously indulgent cruelty that Vegeta used to comfort himself as he grew into a man is only emphasized by how blasé Frieza appears to be about the whole thing. He’s calm. He’s secure. He spends half the arc sitting down, just watching. He’s what Vegeta was in the first part of the Saiyan saga, and he slowly turns into what Vegeta slowly turned into in the second part of the Saiyan saga. An addled, wounded, unthinking mess, trying to put their self image back together as someone else’s superior ability causes it to crumble. Frieza was scared of the super saiyan. Under all that collected ambivalence, that whole time, he was scared.

Vegeta is Frieza’s heir. As gross as that incongruent, unwanted warmth is to witness, Frieza succeeded in establishing influence over & connection between himself and the child he orphaned. And the process of healing from that relationship involves Vegeta going back to square one and having to acquiesce to another foreign, combat oriented culture populated by vaguely hostile strangers. He gets new clothes. He gets a new place to train. He gets new tasks to perform. He gets called cute.

Like. It’s not physical torture, at least not as we usually imagine it. It’s this slow poisoning of a person’s ability to trust and connect with others, a process which is gussied up by regular assertions of fondness, so casual & consistent that you have to actively remind yourself that the guy who’s doing it sees Vegeta as a literal subhuman, and is only being good to him the way you’d be good to a valued piece of property. He tortured him to death, but he still thinks he was a good pet. Vegeta’s life was Frieza’s to end, but his feats of wanton destruction were also his to be proud of.

That’s the whole reason why Vegeta’s character development was slow, ugly and recidivist. Because it was his knowledge of how to grow, of how to exist any other way, that Frieza intentionally eroded for his own selfish, petty gain. And for a relationship between a man with a monkey tail and his pink-skinned alien overlord, the most uncomfortable part about the dynamic is that it’s realistic. Common, even.

#Frieza #Vegeta #dbz

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sxnniiwrites · 6 months

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So, you want to write fanfics.

Here are my top fanfic writing tips!

You don't have to waste time on physical descriptions of characters, since your target audience already knows them, UNLESS: - their appearance is different in your fic in some way (timeskip, different verse, etc) - OR it's genuinely significant, like character A being struck by character B's beauty at first sight and having to swoon over their gorgeous features. Other than this, if it's not plot significant nor important to the readers' perception of the story, then don't worry about it if you aren't confident with physical descriptions!

Pay attention to character voice. What's that, you ask? Well, everyone's inner thoughts sound different, right? It matches your own personality and speech patterns. This is the same with characters. This is much easier if the franchise you're writing for is a book series, of course; you already have somewhere to go to reference the style this character's thoughts are written in. With shows and movies, it's a bit harder to find each character's voice, but important nonetheless. If you don't have distinct voices for each character's POV, the writing and characterization can fall flat. A good way to find character voice is to write a few diary entries for each character (even if your story isn't going to be in first person POV, do it for this exercise). This will help establish individual voices, and then your characters will really start feeling like their canon selves.

Cater to your audience. This is the nature of fanfic. But seriously, don't be afraid of cliches! If your fandom loves hurt/comfort for a certain pairing, write that in! If your fandom is obsessed with tooth rotting wholesome fluff for a pairing, try that too! You don't have to, of course, but this can help keep your target audience interested and attract more readers through tags.

USE BETA READERS. Oh my gosh I used to not use betas and would just "edit" my fics all on my own, which of course meant scanning it briefly for bad typos because my brain was so fried from writing it that I didn't want to thoroughly read the whole thing and look for in-depth edits. I know it's scary to have someone else pick through your work but trust me, they LOVE what you wrote, regardless of how many edit suggestions they leave. They'll also help you see things from a reader's perspective that you may not have caught before. Remember, critique is just opportunity for improvement.

Please don't stop because you're embarrassed. Trust me, I've been there. For a while I didn't write fic because I felt "cringey" and was scared of my irls finding my fandom works. But honestly? Screw that. Write for yourself. Write because you love it. Cringe culture is dead, so write the stories you want to tell, and to hell with anyone who thinks it's weird. Besides, there are probably more fandom "weirdos" around you than you think.

Don't be afraid of creation. Happy writing!

#ao3 #ao3 writer #writing #writing tips #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom #archive of our own #fanfic writing #fic writing #creative writing #writers #writers of tumblr #writing community

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Dear Jen--

I'm writing to ask you if you ever felt pressure to be a "good butch" or a "good masc". If there was a ever a time when you felt there was one specific way to present yourself, how did you go against that? I'm a stone butch, I'm sensitive and kind and I know that all of these things have to exist within me at the same time so I can be myself, but sometimes I feel like I'm not being a butch the "right way". I know there isn't one way to be anything, especially queer, but I never got any advice when I was young, any consolation when I realized I was a lesbian and was too scared to accept it. I never had an "elder" to guide me. At least no one like you. I hope you've been enjoying your spring.

When I first heard the word “butch” I was intrigued because so many of the traits fit me. Being mistaken for “not a woman”, being told “you should have been a boy” and how I related to women was a shared thread from the bits and pieces of stories I heard from older butches.

I was handed a copy of Stone Butch Blues while camping at a women’s festival and it made me sad rather than comforted. I thought perhaps I could not be butch because I just did not relate to Leslie, (the book is NOT an exact autobiography but is often mistaken as such). I had not experienced much of the trauma nor the harshness in life Leslie dealt with, both in real life and the character in the book.

It was another year before someone, besides my girlfriend, referred to me as butch. Having a stranger call me that truly changed how I saw myself. All my friends were like “yeah.. Duh”. I was told by one elder butch 20 years my senior that SBB is the story of ONE butch, not the story of ALL butches. That helped me understand we are not all the same in all ways. We share certain experiences and those differ based on location, upbringing and, most importantly, our personalities. We are as varied as any part of the lesbian (and human) population. At that point I really started to embrace being butch and using that part of my lesbian story to inform my life, to do what made me happy and not what I was “supposed to do” as directed by my culture or even by other lesbians who were not butch.

I am so glad you reached out. It makes me sad that so many young butches do not benefit from the real life community of lesbians and butches who have live through and been where you are right now. I want you to know, you are not alone and we understand. I understand. What you are feeling is not unusual for butches. You are not bound to reach some “standard” of butchness. There is no scale, except for fun and to sort of bond over the humor of our shared stories.

You can be masculine and mistaken for a man, and called “unapproachable:” or perceived as rough or scary or told you are not “like other women” but the fact is you are like many other women and you are allowed to have your own personality. YOU are allowed to be Quiet, soft, gentle, vulnerable or outgoing, loud and funny or any mix of these and you can still be butch.

I have been told I am too short and happy to be butch. Neither of those things informs my butchness but I had to learn that through the guidance of butches.

You are great just the way you are.

#lesbian #butch #older butch #younger butches

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pigeonwit · 2 months

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I AM ASKING YOU ABOUT RACEVID (or RAVEY, or whatever it is the kids call it wbwbwb) !!!!

(i got one nice ask about it so i'm digging out this half-a-year old draft to talk about my personal racevid hcs that i cringe-cultured myself out of posting, take it away pidge-from-six-months-ago)

i honestly wasn't expecting this much racevid support. on my old newsies blog way back i made posts about these guys and they typically only got like. 3 notes? granted my writing wasn't as good so maybe i'm persuading people. or maybe the newsies fandom is finally waking up to the wonderful possibilities of multishipping. one of the two.

part two of the racevid analysis!! this one is less of an analysis of how they behave in the musical and more my own personal headcanons of their relationship and how it develops. part one (a very unpolished and rambley analysis of racevid in uksies) is here if anyone's curious!

right. so. it's act 2. jack publicly denounced and betrayed the strike. race leaves with davey, both in shame over being betrayed by (to race) the brother he grew up with and trusted more than anyone and (to davey) the guy he didn't even want to trust in the first place, but still put his faith in despite knowing better. the next day jack comes BACK, asking them both to trust him again. what would you do.

i'm of the firm belief that race only came back to the strike because davey agreed to come back, too. i don't think either of them necessarily FORGAVE jack in that moment - it'd only been a day and while we as the audience understand why jack (a frightened seventeen year old with little to no prospects or power) did what he did, we can also understand why it stung so deeply for them to be betrayed by someone they put so much faith in. especially davey - like i said in part 1, i believe davey has feelings for jack in every universe, and for him to not only trust, but fall in love with someone despite knowing better, only for it to come back and bite him (the way he KNEW it would but convinced himself otherwise) would be a humiliation that runs deep for him. but davey believes in doing the right thing, and as much as jack hurt him, he still trusts him to do what's right, too. that's another one of those strange mirrored-similarities race and davey have - davey loves so intensely that he still has faith in the good of a person, even when he believes that that person isn't good to him. race loves so intensely that if you burn the bridge you have with him, he will do everything he can to keep it from getting rebuilt.

i know both of them would forgive jack eventually. for davey, jack's family. you fight with family, you disagree, you throw things and scream in each other's faces, but you do that because you love each other and want what's best. so as long as jack's willing to put the work in, davey is, too, and he can still be mad at jack and not willing to forgive him yet while still loving him. i think race is a different story, though, especially JPB's race, who i think has a lot more grit, anger and seriousness to him than other race's. race has been with jack for years, they've grown together, talked together, maybe he hasn't always been perfect, but if jack was so scared, why he couldn't he just talk to him?! i personally view race as a kid who was very overlooked by his family (i saw that 'race has like 12 cousins in brooklyn' thing someone said and ran with it, so in my head he comes from a BIIIIG big catholic family) and so he takes it quite personally when people ignore him. in his head, jack not trusting him enough with his fears is saying he doesn't trust race the way race trusts him, doesn't see him as family the way race sees him like a brother. and i think race's response to this (in his own mentally ill 'i love you so much that i hate you for it' way) is to push him away. he's looking for reasons to resent jack here - and i think a big one of those reasons is davey.

for context; like i said in part one, my personal Racevid Story is that after the rally failure, race - being person who's used to the temporary nature of pleasure, and so grabs hold of any vice he can without thinking (gambling, smoking, fighting, etc) - would've impulsively kissed davey as a sort of 'please stay, i need help, please don't leave me in this mess alone' gesture. but i think davey is so used to shoving down his feelings and pretending he's fine that he would've gotten freaked out by the sudden notion that maybe race is attracted to him. he's barely got a handle on his feelings for jack, he's alone and scared and has no one to talk to, and now race is here, KISSING him, and it's all wonderful and confusing and TERRIFYING and he can't deal with it right now. so i think they would've just stopped, stared at each other, mumbled some kind of excuse and let themselves be dragged to their own responsibilities - race to the newsies, davey to his family, and neither of them having the nerve to actually understand what they want, because that would mean being vulnerable enough to want something.

i think jack coming back and davey immediately trusting him (despite knowing better) is going to make race angry for two reasons; first of all, like i said two paragraphs ago (fuck i'm rambling so much here) i think race would be looking for reasons to resent jack for what he did (again, coming from a very teenagery 'i love you so much i hate you for it' place), and second, i think it's also a source of jealousy for him. davey BARELY knew jack and still gave him everything. davey had no reason to trust any of them and he still did. davey could've thrown race away immediately, but he still made the effort to see him, so how dare jack cast that aside in favour of a daydream? (again, this isn't a jack criticism - this is just how i think race views the situation.) race (to me) is not used to people seeing him, certainly not used to people making an EFFORT to see him and take him seriously, and davey gave him all of that without him even needing to ask for it - and now race has messed that up and davey isn't talking to him, which he probably deserves, but jack messed up too!! why does JACK get to keep being seen? doesn't race deserve it, too? (again, i really think race's family overlooked him a lot and that's why he tries so hard to be such a commanding presence and keep peoples attention, because it hurts so much when other people are allowed attention so freely and he isn't.)

i don't buy in to davey being a mom-friend who wants to solve all his friends problems for them. i did shit like that when i was younger, and honestly i still do, and i just don't think that after the strike and all that he learned about himself, davey would fall into assuming that the only value he has is to fix things for everyone else (i mean, i do still think davey would have some issues to work out after the strike, hence 'run boy run', but not this specific issue). but i do think davey is very protective over the people he loves, and i think this rift between jack and race is affecting him, too. i think maybe the topic of jack comes up, and he tries getting race to talk more about it. when race refuses to talk, davey - finally - brings up the kiss.

this is entering fanfiction territory so im not gonna try to write out dialogue here or anything. i think itd be another example of them fumbling for a way to reach one another. neither one is used to speaking the others language, so to speak. i think race would feel especially humiliated given the turbulent situation, and i think davey would be struggling so much to find the 'right' words that he'd become defensive and panicky. and i think that would all bubble up into davey just blurting out something of the lines of 'i trust you'. and i think that'd be the thing that connects for them. not just being liked, but being seen for all their flaws and difficulties and being trusted anyways. i think that'd be the trigger for davey bullying race into finally talking to jack about what happened, race coming back to the strike, and the two of them entering a slow, tentative relationship that, as their dynamic in the show does, grows much steadier with time.

#newsies #davey jacobs #ask #walkman-cat #uksies #david jacobs #racetrack higgins #racevid

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For a request, would you be interested in a bully Dabi x male reader (maybe in a college AU or something. You can decide if you want it to be in the LOV instead)? Reader is constantly picked on and demeaned by him, but one day maybe in a private area reader is cornered, some suggestive content goes on/maybe noncon depending what you want to do, and the reader speaks up when the situation almost goes too far (and normally he is quiet. He’s that nerdy kid afraid to disappoint his parents/and a virgin. So he is scared of what was going on in that scenario.) After, you can decide what goes on from there!

Also to add, my bad about asking make characters. I did read the rules but had no idea what afab of amab means, should of looked it up before asking lol 😂

you're okay! no worries :) i really liked writing this, it's very different from my other stuff. i'm so sorry this has taken so long! will write a part 2 soon and probably end it there!

warnings. barely sfw, slight noncon themes, creepy vibes

details. male!reader / college au / frat au / inexperienced!reader / loser!reader / corruptionkink!dabi / loser!reader / degradation / praise / power play / slight noncon / yandere!dabi / 1.2k words

🤍 scenario series. more dabi and others here.

more links. my ao3 / dabi headcanons / requests open

"No, mom--,"

You almost tripped over your untied shoelace for the third time in the past two minutes but continued to ignore it. Stopping to fix it was scarier than getting a face full of dirty cement.

"No, it's-, okay, uppercase L, did you try the uppercase L yet?"

A rush of adrenaline plumped your veins for a fleeting moment and you gripped your cracked phone like a lifeline. The sound of shoes other than your beat-up Vans scraped across the sidewalk. You turned and there was nothing but the drip of residual rain from gutters, and some trash brushing by a garbage can.

Of course, a Mcdonald's wrapper would be responsible for your fatal heart attack. Or your mother, who didn't understand how to capitalize a letter on her keyboard to enter her bank password.

There was another half mile to your dorm building. When she called you halfway through your journey back from your last late class, you were relieved to have something else on your mind other than the threat of seeing a Brother around.

Pledge Week was Hell. Actual Hell. This must've been your divine punishment for being such a giant fucking loser your entire life-- a cruel joke from God designed to say, 'Look at this dumbass! He's paying hundreds of dollars to get hazed for a week, then ostracized for the smallest hope of feeling like he's a part of something!'

"It's the left side, mom. It says shift on it," You sighed.

This was the first week you hadn't commuted home for the weekend. With no social skills to bank on, there was nothing to do on the weekends except drive two hours home. At least you could be comfortable there. Not necessarily wanted, until they had a technology issue that required a Cybersecurity major -or just any person with brain cells- to fix, but you had your own quiet room.

It didn't change the fact that the Brothers of Alpha Sigma Phi betted on you to join them as a joke. You didn't have any connections or lineage like the other Pledges, but it was funny to pick the scrawny kid and see how long he'd last.

You didn't know how you lasted this long. It was a sort of tolerance that you built up, because Alpha Sig gave you something to do, somewhere to be.

A semester as a Pledge; running errands, attending parties but not allowed to drink, getting shit on at every turn because that was just the culture here and you thought, maybe after you graduate to become a Brother in a couple of days, you would have some real friends.

Another thudding sound of footsteps much heavier than yours. This time, they didn't stop, and neither did you.

The orange glow of streetlamps every 15 feet became markers for your sanity. Only nine more to go before you were at your building.

Your stomach was in your throat. The hand in your pocket clutched your knife.

"You got it?" Your voice was uneven but your mother didn't notice. You wished she would stay on the phone longer, but there was nothing else to talk about.

Even the other seven Pledges didn't associate with you. If they did, they got screwed with more. This week had become a sick kind of lonely, fast.

It was like clockwork. As soon as your phone left your ear, a voice much closer than you anticipated shocked your muscles still.

"Hey, Pledge," It was by far the worst Brother imaginable; the one who seemed to take personal pleasure in your torment above anyone else, "The fuck do ya think you're talkin' to?"

You kept your hand in your pocket. Pulling a knife on him would erase all progress, possibly even make this whole semester's worth of work useless, but you weren't about to surrender your only line of defense when you weren't sure if it would get violent.

Dabi was deceptively glittery under the streetlamp. His piercings gave you something else to look at to avoid eye contact.

"My mom--," You could barely get your words out.

"You're not supposed to speak to anyone this week," He lowered his voice and approached slow because he knew you wouldn't move.

Narrowed eyes watched another student on the other side of the deserted street.

Two years ago, Alpha Sig had been under an investigation for hazing (rightfully so, you could imagine), so the older Brothers were careful about what they said and did in public. In private, everything was still on the table.

So far, the worst thing you were forced to do was the bottling line. This was an activity where they made you and the other Pledges stand in a line to drink an entire bottle of various combined liquors. Each of you had to drink a fair amount, or the last man had to drink whatever was left. You were the last man.

This was already after a knowledge test about the fraternity. If a Pledge got a question wrong about the history of Alpha Sig, he was forced to drink.

Eventually, they made you drink whenever somebody else got a question wrong because you were answering everything correctly.

You had never thrown up so violently at the end of one night before. You weren't sure how you made it back to your dorm, but you woke up at 3 in the afternoon the next morning and didn't bother going to the rest of your classes.

"That includes calling your mommy," Dabi mocked, close enough to be in striking distance.

Every Pledge knew to stay far away from this crazy bastard. He was joked to be so masochistic that he was the one responsible for the investigation in the first place.

But he sought you out so much you had almost seen him every day this week. Enough to count every piercing on his face, wonder what each of his tattoos meant and why he had so many.

He took a glance down to your hand.

"Whaddya got a hard-on or something?"

You shot your hand out of your pocket, knife-less, defenseless, and embarrassed, sparking a smirk across his face.

Your dick was not hard right now, but it wasn't opposed to getting off at the thought of Dabi's big hands, among other things.

It was worth wondering if they could all tell. You weren't flamboyant, but you supposed that not being straight wasn't their only reason to shun you.

You wondered if they knew about Dabi's equality tattoo, a small but mighty symbol under his arm that you managed to get a glimpse of at one party after staring at him too long. He made you his personal servant many times for that problem throughout the semester.

It gave you the chance to pick up on things that weren't so traditional about him.

In truth, it only made your staring worse because you were certain he was more similar to you than anyone would care to think.

He closed the distance between you and sized you up while you put your hands behind your back. You couldn't believe you had forgotten to until now; that was what your class was supposed to do when a Brother called on them.

Dabi's breath was warm and minty on the side of your face when he muttered, "You're gonna show me your dorm, Pledge."

A big, strong hand shoved you hard. Back into the direction you had been walking. There was not much you could do now, other than shakily guide him back to the one place you felt safe.

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hwabang · 9 months

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in your “cake” scenario you said something about the other enha members also desiring idol!reader. can we have a scenario inspired by that? like jungwon finds out he’s not the the only one in his group who admires/has a crush on reader? and possibly has to make a move on you before the others do

Just Look At Me - Yang Jungwon

Genre: a smidgen of angst and light suggestiveness but mainly fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, idol!reader x idol!jungwon, '03 reader, friends to lovers, mentions of touching, praising, dom jungwon ig?, jungwon is flirtyyyy, jealous!jungwon, insecure!jungwon, avg height reader, self indulgent w my bias line, mention of a hand kink oop, enhypen talking ab reader being hot and kind of objectifying reader

Author’s Note: anon i love the way you think😉 guys i'm LOVING all the jungwon requests keep 'em coming! also i tried to write in a way that this can be read on it's own or as a continuation to 'Cake'. let me know what you think!

Author's Note: Sort of a continuation of 'Cake' although this can be read on its own too. And this is for those who want to watch KARD's 'Cake' Dance Practice.

(gif not mine!)

Your cover of KARD's 'Cake' with Jungwon was coming out today and you couldn't be more nervous than you were right now.

You were a good singer but definitely felt pretty self-conscious covering 'Cake', as both Somin and Jiwoo's voices are so unique and you were scared you wouldn't be able to match their energy.

Probably the biggest thing you were scared of was the reaction of fans and netizens. You had hinted at your special video about two weeks ago; during a live a fan commented asking for all of your members to give a spoiler as to what they had planned for their 2nd anniversary gift to fans, and you mentioned doing a hot dance cover with a male idol. Everyone was going crazy trying to figure out who this male idol could be but nobody had any clue which made you more nervous. You were hoping you and Jungwon didn't receive too much backlash for this.

The only part of this whole collab with Jungwon you were confident about was the dance. You're the main dancer of your group and this style of choreography is what you're best at. But even though you were positive from the beginning that you'd kill the choreo, you were constantly getting flustered and it was all because of Jungwon.

Jungwon's only condition to helping you with this collab was that you'd go on a date with him and give him a chance. He'd been pinning after you for a while at that point, it wouldn't hurt to give it a try right?

And so you did. The day after that conversation took place Jungwon had planned a very romantic date with you. First he took you to this beautiful rooftop garden cafe in the heart of Gangnam. Then, staying on the nature theme, he took you to a rose garden nearby. You two walked around for a bit and talked, enjoying this one on one time with each other. After enjoying the garden and clicking a few pictures, you two made your way into Hongdae for the night as that night there was a cultural food festival happening with street food from all around the world. Jungwon knew how much you loved learning about different cultures, and you were both foodies, so it was the perfect end to a perfect date.

After that you two didn't talk about where you'd go from there anymore. You two had gotten quite busy with this collab, as you had less than a month to learn the song, record it, then learn the dance, record it.

But Jungwon didn't make it easy for you. Grabbing your waist and hips whenever he'd walk by you, pecking your lips while resting his hand on your ass after each run through of the song, hugging you from behind as you monitored the recordings, hugging you and hiding his face in your neck when he got turned on from dancing, grazing his hand against your chest, holding your hand whenever he got the chance, and leaving sweet kisses on your cheek to encourage you. And let's not forget the nicknames and the praises he'd give you after a successful practice. "You did a good job princess", "What do you think baby, we can go one more time right?", "Wow, you do that move really well my pretty girl", "Good girl, you did well".

It was pure torture for your heart and your hormones.

So yeah the video was coming out today and you were nervous. I guess you're expecting Jungwon to be nervous too right? I mean ENGENES might go insane seeing this and he might be scared of receiving a lot of backlash.

Wrong.

Since he woke up this motherfucker had the biggest shit eating grin on his face, prancing around his dorm just counting down the minutes before the video is released.

Finally it was time so all of ENHYPEN sat around the living room, pulling the video up on their TV.

"Alright~," Jake cheered. "I'm so excited, let's go." He pressed play and all the members focused on the video.

Everyone pretty much had the same reaction as the video went out. Most of the members were pretty quiet, jaws slack except for the occasional gasps and small commentary. Sunoo's hand was over his mouth and he was the one talking the most, things like "Jungwon-ah seriously?! Wah this is too much!" leaving his mouth. Niki just kept laughing while Jungwon sat there with the proudest smirk on his face.

After it ended he paused the video. "So, what did you all think of our collab?"

Jay just shook his head with a shocked expression on his face. "Man.. I don't know how you were able to keep your cool Won-ah."

Heeseung hummed, eyes still trained on the now black TV screen. "I don't know what I'd do if I was the one in your place.. I'd probably be too nervous to even go through with it."

Jungwon wasn't stupid and he wasn't blind either. You're beautiful, you're hot, you're desirable. He knew his members thought so as well but they had never expressed it that much until today.

Jake bit his lips and rolled his eyes, slouching on the couch and almost falling off of it as he groaned. "Don't put that image in my mind Hyung! God I wish she asked me instead of Jungwon. She's so hot I would feel so honored if she asked me to do this dance with her."

"You wouldn't know what to do with her," Sunghoon teased.

"And you would?" Heeseung scoffed. "If anything, it would be me or Jay if not Jungwon."

"What about me?" Niki suggested. "I'm the best dancer out of all of you."

Sunoo glared at him and hit his shoulder. "You're still a baby."

Niki shrugged. "Still know when to appreciate a pretty girl though."

Jungwon clenched his jaw, deciding if he should step in now and use his leader card or not. Technically you two weren't official yet so he couldn't even prevent his members from fanboying over you.

"Stop it guys," Jungwon lightly scolded. "We shouldn't talk about her in that way."

"Oh you don't get a say in this," Jay defended. "You got the luckiest out of all of us, let us fanboy in peace."

"Well hurry up," he sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "She's coming over soon and I don't want her to hear you guys objectifying her."

Jake's eyes widened at his leader's words. "Eh?! Y/N is coming here?!"

Jungwon nodded. "Yeah, we're hanging out."

Jungwon wanted to tell them that this was technically a 2nd date, but he didn't know if you wanted anyone to know you two are seeing each other yet.

Jake screamed excitedly and started hitting Heeseung's shoulder. "Hyung! Hyung! Do you think I should ask her out?"

Jungwon's eyes widened. Jake liked you??

Heeseung had his arms crossed and he just laughed amusedly at Jake. "You really think you're her type? I'm her bias!

"Actually she biases me too," Jay corrected.

"Actually she biases all three of us.." Jungwon mumbled but no one heard him.

Jake nodded. "But she said in an interview that she finds Australian accents the hottest, specifically Brisbane accents. And where am I from? Brisbane Australia, that's right baby~."

"She also likes tall guys older than her," Heeseung said. "I'm the tallest and oldest here."

"We have more things in common and our values match the best," Jay argued.

Sunghoon just crossed his arms and laughed, shaking his head at the craziness ensuing. He eyed Jungwon who was sitting there with a pout on his face and laughed even more. "Imma stay out of this one, looks like she has enough suitors after her anyways."

Of course Sunghoon thought you were pretty and would have liked to get closer to you in a romantic setting, but under different circumstances. He was one of Jungwon's roommates, Sunghoon along with Niki and Sunoo knew well Jungwon had a huge crush on you.

The three eldest continued bickering as Jungwon just sat there listening to them, his mood having been completely shifted from earlier. This went on until the doorbell rang and everyone froze.

"Shit," Jake said. "That's her isn't it? Fuck do I look good?"

"Why would you need to look good when I'm the one she needs to focus on," Heeseung retorted as he opened his phone camera to fix his hair.

"Yah someone get the door don't make her wait!" Jay yelled.

Being closest to the door Niki got up to open it for you. "Hey Noona," he greeted.

"Hi Niki!" you chirped. You walked inside and took your shoes off, seeing all the guys sat there. "Ah, you're all here, hey!"

Everyone greeted you as you placed your bag down. You expected Jungwon to be more enthusiastic seeing you but all he did was mutter a 'hello'.

"Hey Y/N!" Jake greeted. "Come sit here."

You were gonna sit next to Jungwon, but seeing there's more space near Jake you went there instead.

Completely missing how Jungwon balled his fists up.

"So we just watched your collab with Jungwon," Jay started. "You both did really well! And you looked absolutely stunning by the way."

You blushed from the pair of 8 eyes on you. "Th-thank you Oppa.."

"Yah, are we making you blush?" Heeseung asked smirking.

"N-no!" you firmly denied but your sudden red cheeks gave it away. "It's just... hot."

"It's 'cuz I'm next to you huh," Jake teased making you giggle.

Jungwon rolled his eyes and stood up abruptly, making everyone look to him but his eyes were only on you. "I'll be in my room. Let me know when you wanna hang out with me."

Everyone stopped what they were doing, exchanging weird glances before they went back to some other topic of conversation. You couldn't focus so you also got up, excusing yourself as you made your way to Jungwon's room and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

You walked in and saw him laying down in his bed, scrolling through his phone. "Hey Won.."

He glanced at you then went back on his phone. "What's up?"

"You okay?" You didn't want to bother him incase he was mad at you so you opted to sit on the edge Sunghoon's bed. "You just kinda up and left.. barely acknowledged me too."

Jungwon spared you another glance before he sighed and sat up, swinging his legs over so he was also on the edge of his bed. "If you're gonna come and check on me, at least don't do it while sitting on another man's bed."

You immediately realized what was wrong, getting up and sitting right next to Jungwon. You boldly grabbed his hand and caressed it. "Jungwon-ah, what's going on? I feel like you don't wanna hang out anymore."

He let out another sigh as he gathered his feelings. "Sorry Y/N I.. I just got j-jealous.."

"Jealous? Of me sitting next to Jake? I wanted to come next to you but he offered and –"

"Not just that," he interrupted. "Before you came we were watching the 'Cake' dance cover, and my Hyungs seemed to have really taken a liking towards you."

You raised your eyebrows in amusement. "Is that so?"

He nodded as a pout started forming on his pink lips. "Then Jake Hyung said he wanted to ask you out."

"What?!" you said shocked. "Jake wants to ask me out??"

Jungwon glared at you. "Yah.. why do you seem so excited?"

You giggled at his reaction and shook your head. "Not excited, just surprised. I didn't think he had a thing for me."

"They all do!" he groaned as he ran his hand through his hair. "Heeseung Hyung, Jay Hyung, and Jake Hyung at least."

"So why didn't you tell them we were going on our 2nd date today?"

"I was gonna, it was on the tip of my tongue. But then I thought about you and how maybe you'd wanna keep it private so I said nothing. But then they kept talking and I realized.. maybe I'm not as good for you as I thought I was."

You tilted your head in confusion. "Jungwon what the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about your ideal type. You like taller and older guys; I'm barely taller than you and I'm younger than you. Heeseung Hyung is both of those. You find Australian accents very sexy; Jake Hyung has that and I can barely even speak English. Your values, your upbringings, your mentality is so mature; I think I'm mature but your maturity level matches Jay Hyung the most. You have a thing for hands.. and all three of them have such pretty hands even ENGENE go crazy over them... I don't even know what I'm saying anymore.."

You were shocked at Jungwon's outburst and decided to wrap his arm around your shoulder and wrap yours around his torso as you leaned into him. Jungwon gladly accept the side hug and you two stayed there a while basking in the silence. "Jungwon-ah," you called looking up at him. "An ideal type is honestly so unrealistic. I think it's nearly impossible to find one person that'll 100% match your ideal type. I mean just take mine as an example; you just named three different people in your group that have different qualities off my ideal type list. Not one member matches everything I want."

Jungwon shrugged. "Yeah you're right.. I think that made me feel better."

"Also, why are you putting yourself down like that? You're taller than me, you speak English very well! Who cares if you don't have an Australian accent? Your voice is hot on its own. And as far as your hands go.. well, I think you have very nice hands."

Jungwon raised an eyebrow as he smirked. "Oh yeah? Tell me more about that."

You hummed as you cuddle into Jungwon more. "I think I should wait on that till we have a bit more privacy. What I feel about your hands is not exactly.. rated PG."

Jungwon's smirk was wiped off his face and replaced with a cute dimple smile when you cupped his face in your hands.

"Jungwon-ah.. I want you. Not your members but you. Haven't I made that clear enough?"

He nodded. "You did baby, you did... I'm sorry I just let jealousy control my thoughts like that. When we decide to become official then I promise I'll work on it."

You frowned. "When? Are you really gonna let such a perfect moment like this go to waste?"

Jungwon's eyes widened. "Y-you mean if I ask you now you'll say yes?"

"Well you gotta try right?" you said playfully rolling your eyes.

Jungwon giggled and pecked your lips. "My sweet sweet baby, will you officially become my girlfriend?" Your response was a long kiss in return. Once you pulled away Jungwon kissed your cheek. "You ready to go on that date now my love?"

You nodded, standing up and pulling him with you. "Yup, let's go."

"Ah before that, we gotta stop in the living room so I can brag to my members about you being my girlfriend."

#enhypen #enhypen jungwon #yang jungwon #enhypen imagines #jungwon imagines #jungwon #enhypen reactions

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shirefantasies · 4 months

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okay! im about to read your newest the hobbit post but i had a little question that might be hard to answer and if it is thats cool! i was just wondering how you seem to seamlessly get all the dwarves in character. even when the movies and stuff don't focus on them. It's like every time i read your works it's ALWAYS SO IN CHARACTER and it's so good but im so amazed with how you do it when the dwarves arent all focused on much. its amazing. im thinking of trying to write my own for them, similar to what you do kinda, but im scared of not getting their characterization right!

First off, I can’t wait to see what you write 🥰 if you do requests maybe I’ll shoot you one hehe

Ooooh well this is an interesting question for sure! Well characters/characterization has always been like a special interest of mine and it's an honor to hear I do it well! This is gonna be loooooooooooooooooooooooong but I kinda want to go into examples for them all hehe

So overall I'd say: Keeping period-accurate language and just their culture in mind is important. Trying to avoid too many contractions and colloquialism from our time and things like that. But for more specifics I think it's easy to fall into stereotypes, even in the movies themselves and it's sort of like a mix of leaning into those and going outside them in the right blend? But I'll explain my thought process for each of them by family cuz I wanna talk about them 🤔😆

Balin, Dwalin: Balin is one of the characters less stereotyped because his role is more prominent. He definitely serves as a guide and source of wisdom, but also has the background of being an "old warrior". He's quieter and more level-headed than some of the other more boisterous characters and I see him as being (healthily) protective in relationships because of his guiding and caring. Dwalin is also a warrior and that tends to come more forward, but he also loves good food and cares about people. He, too, is protective even if it's more of a rough way, and I think he likes the feeling of being needed and being able to take care of people even if he acts like he doesn't. That's a bit of a headcanon, but again, looking beyond stereotypes I guess hehe~

Oin, Gloin: Oin is mostly known for being the healer, maybe the hearing jokes. But he’s also a jolly soul and obviously quite intelligent too. I think he’s almost the most balanced between the raucous, axe-wielding mining dwarf stereotype and the more intellectual side not stereotyped for them… which is silly in and of itself! Oin is smart, funny, experienced…but he still knows how to fight and how to have a good time! Gloin is often seen as being similar to his son, but he has an even stronger sense of family values and loyalty as a father and husband. He also is shown to enjoy gambling and treasure, too, so I love imagining him as knowing all the most fun games and ways to bet!

Thorin, Fili, Kili: Thorin is the most serious one and I think that comes from the weight of everything falling on him. A big part of him wants to give in and trust or love people, but it's hard for him to add outsiders to that. Trust and respect are very important for him, and formalities and proof come before he opens up. But when you let him, he has some capacity for physical affection as we see when he embraces Bilbo. Literally and figuratively that shows him 'embracing' a new friendship. His family is very important for him and I think while he seems to feel it's not in the cards, I think Thorin deep down would love a family of his own. Fili and Kili both have teasing streaks and a mix of the seriousness and merriment. They feel a similar weight to Thorin but much less compounded with youth and their own personalities. It's more generational trauma that gets imposed on them. Fili has all his blades and is shown to be very loyal, but beyond that he is very self-sacrificial. He's giving and loving, surrendering seeing Erebor to be with his brother and even giving his life toward the canon end. As much as he teases, he has the best interests of those he loves in mind and will stand up for that. Kili is portrayed as the flirt, which is quite true, but he also is the most idealistic. The one who asks 'why not?' in the face of challenges. He can be a bit of a show-off, but he’s a sweetheart and had the most youthful innocence preserved.

Bifur, Bofur, Bombur: Bifur stands out for speaking mostly in signs and Khuzdul, but he’s also a strong, experienced fighter. I think his condition lends to him being lonelier and wanting to reach out and be included, hence him having such resentment toward the axe once he loses it! Kind of like Dwalin, though, he’s an interesting mix of wanting to seem tough but also being softer than he lets on inside. Bofur is jolly and loves to sing, dance, and have fun, but he’s also the biggest sweetheart. He, after all, is the one who tells Bilbo he’s a part of the group and that he belongs with them. He risks his own safety to help Kili in Laketown. I really think he’d be the sweetest with a family and honestly he’s just one of my favorites in the whole darn thing, I could go on and on! Bottom line is that Bofur is cheerful and musical, but also the first dwarf you’ll want to talk to for real, heart-filled motivation and kind words about anyone. Bombur is the most stereotyped character and I hate that due to the nature of it!!! 😤 The old ‘haha fat person obsessed with food’ trope bugs me because it’s just riddled with unfunny prejudices even though both of those things are valid and true. But weight as a joke frickin sUCKS and I say that as someone who’s been fat-shamed by someone who claimed to be my best friend, joked about how heavy I was and going to tip things over etc. But we see that Bombur is strong, a very fast runner and capable fighter whose weight can help him in a fight! The popular fanon/actors headcanon is that he’s married and the father of I believe thirteen or fourteen children and I love that for him 😌 he’s obviously more quiet, happy to stay along the sides and take orders, but one of his few focused non-caricature scenes is him returning Bifur’s axe like ‘here you go cousin 🥺’… just a goofy lil sweetheart I love. Basically he’s the one who does the cooking for the company but I try to give his quiet but big-hearted side more attention than just being like heehoo fat guy lol

Dori, Nori, Ori: Dori is always just put in his ‘mother-hen’ role, which is definitely part of his character! But also it is described by movie creators/actors that he’s known for being a few other things, like having a taste for finer things and being more on the gentle and intellectual side as well. One detail they mentioned was hence the silver case he braids his beard into 😆 but I think of him as being softer and more well-read as well as being one of the obviously most family-oriented. Nori gets the sort of swashbuckling thief reputation and tbh, I see it! I also often characterize him as a tease, which I think is part of why the film notes/actors mention he drives Ori crazy lol. Ori himself is usually portrayed with his writing and drawing in focus as well as the fanon that he knits! I love him for being more sweet and polite, but also with the little moments of showing his strength and rougher side. And sometimes he just feels like he has to keep up with everyone else 🥺 In general I see him being the sweetest in relationships even if he is the least mature. Also probably second to Dori in terms of preferring comforts.

Bilbo: Home is obviously a big motif for Bilbo because he’s such a homebody in the beginning and rediscovers his love for adventure. A big part of his character, then, is realizing people can be home and there is more than one definition. He’s also a bit shy and awkward being so introverted as he is, so if he doesn’t know how to say something that’ll probably show. Like most hobbits, though, he’s so sweet and resilient and has a purity at heart that the others don’t. He’s intentional in his behaviors and clever. Also, he knows quality when he sees it 😌

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit headcanons #character analysis #thorin’s company #ask #kilibaggins #hopefully this helps???? this is just how I play it writing for them lol

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pinknightsinmymind · 1 year

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CAN YOU DO TEACHING ELLIE HOW TO DANCE BACHATA

【 let me teach you - ellie williams 】

ellie williams x latina!reader

wc: 1.7k

content: modern!au, TEETH ROTTING FLUFF, ellie being the shyest cutest gf, teaching ellie how to dance bachata, she's a fast learner and pretty good at it too, latina!reader in mind for this fic but any and all latinas can read this fic and feel included as i didn't reference any specific cultures or ethnicities. see author's note for more pls <33

a/n: YOUR MIND YES this was so cute and fun to write i hope you enjoy it and sorry it took me a while to get to your request <33 i would just like to say that i'm mexican and while in my culture we also dance bachata, ik each culture has their own versions of dancing it, so i kept the fic constrained to the basic steps and hip movements that ik to keep it as general as possible so anyone could read this and enjoy it. also, photo from @/elliesapocalypse (i'm not sure what platform they're on, but i found the image on pinterest)

After nearly an hour of teaching Ellie the basic bachata steps in your room, you told her it was time to apply it to couple dancing. Doing the steps alone was one thing, but partner work was a whole other, which is why you made sure she took it slow and started off with the basic steps first. Ellie had grasped onto it pretty easily, and although she understood it, she was still a little unsure of how well she’d do when dancing with you.

“I’m scared!” Ellie whined.

“Of what?” you asked. “I thought the big, bad Ellie wasn’t scared of anything?”

“Fuck off,” she joked. “I’m scared of looking like a fool in front of your family.”

“You’re not gonna look like a fool,” you reassured her.

“What if they can tell I’m not a good dancer?” she asked in a panicked voice. You giggled a little at her worry before grabbing her hands in yours. You smoothed over the warm skin of her knuckles with your thumb. Doing that usually helped to calm her down when she got worked up with nerves like this.

“You’re a guitar player, aren’t you?” She nodded her head in response to your question. “Then you should be able to follow the rhythm. It’ll be easy for you, okay?”

“Fine,” she sighed. “Okay, show me that video again.” She seemed a little bit more determined than before. You let go of her hands as you reached for your phone in your pocket. You opened up YouTube and played the video you had saved of a couple dancing bachata at a party. As soon as your mother told you your cousin was having a giant birthday party, your immediate thought was how excited you were to bring Ellie. Not to mention how excited you were to dance with her at the party. That, of course, required teaching her your family’s favorite dance styles, bachata being the most important one as it was their absolute favorite. As the video continues playing, you could see how focused Ellie was on it. Very focused. She seemed so dedicated.

“Is the video helping?” you asked. You glanced at her face beside you, seeing the way her eyes lit up.

“Yeah, I think I get it a little better, but I’m still gonna need you to teach me more,” she admitted.

“That’s okay,” you told her. “I’ll teach you. You look a little excited,” you noted.

“Well, looking at this video makes me realize how close we get to be when dancing. And it seems fun.”

“Good! Okay, for starters, you can just use a simple eight-count when dancing bachata, and it’ll work every time. We’re not doing any crazy dance moves, just the basic moves, and even that is enough to have fun on the dance floor. We’re not at a dance competition, okay?” You made sure to choose your words carefully and specifically as you knew how much of a perfectionist Ellie was.

“Well, that’s simple enough.”

“It is. So, on the fourth and eighth count, the last hip you moved is the same one you’re going to kind of buck up. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, just like you showed me,” Ellie agreed.

“Exactly. Since we got the basic idea down, do you wanna try doing it together?”

“Hell yeah, babe,” she said excitedly. You pressed play on the playlist you had queued up and casted your phone onto your bed. You grabbed onto Ellie’s hands and placed them right on your hips. You scooted your body extra close to hers, and you could feel the warmth emanating off her body.

“Your hands go here,” you said, “mine go here.” You placed your hands on her shoulders, your fingers grazing against her neck. “Perfect! You’re gonna follow me for right now. We’re moving to the right first.” Ellie nodded, her eyes trained on you as you started to move. You moved your hips with each step, Ellie’s eyes following as she tried to replicate your moves. You were taking things slow so Ellie could follow along and learn, and she was slowly picking up on it. One, two, three, you counted in your head, and on the fourth count you popped your left hip up. Ellie followed along, and although she missed the fourth count, she was still getting a good grasp on the rhythm. “We’re going to the left now.” You started stepping to the left, this time leading with your right hip. Once you reached the eighth count, you popped your right hip up. Ellie was a beat late on the pop, but it was amazing to see how fast she was learning.

“This isn’t so bad,” she said quietly. You both stood still as you looked at her face, noticing how she seemed a little shy at the moment.

“I told you it wasn’t. Wanna keep trying?” you asked. She nodded. You started up again, leading her to the right, but she missed the hip movement again. It seemed like she had been so focused on moving her hips in a fluid movement like yours that she completely forgot about the last count for a moment. You understood what made the move hard, though. Moving the same body part again after you just moved it feels unnatural, and your body expects you to move the other side instead.

“It’s okay. You’ll get the next one,” you encouraged her. “You’re doing a really good job at the hip movements.” She really was. Watching her move her hips to the rhythm was addicting, and it made you a little flustered thinking about how good with them she was. The best part of bachata was feeling your partner close to you, moving together as one with you, staring into their eyes just as you and Ellie were doing now. It was beautiful. You rubbed Ellie's shoulder comfortingly, tapping the beats onto her shirt softly, then moving again to the left. Finally, Ellie caught on to the movement.

“You did it!” you cheered.

“You bet your ass I did!” she beamed. “They’re not ready for me at this party.” You laughed a little at her joke. She just seemed so excited and proud of herself, and it was so cute.

“Definitely not,” you replied. You leaned forward and gave her a small peck on her lips. “Good job, babe. Let’s keep practicing.” You and Ellie continued like before, you leading the way as you felt her body moving close to yours with the beat of the music. You had been this close to her while dancing before at her family parties, but those songs were typically slow, country songs she and Joel liked. Bachata was more energetic and faster paced, and when learning you usually needed to take it slow before you could actually pick it up. Ellie, however, was doing great. “You’re pretty much a natural,” you complimented her.

“Really?” she asked. There it was again—that shy look on her face. This also made you realize that talking while dancing wasn’t affecting her ability to stay on beat at all. Looks like you were right when you told her that being a guitar player would help her.

“Yeah! You picked this up really fast,” you said.

“Thanks,” she said. “I had a great teacher.”

“You’re corny.” And even though you were saying she was corny, you still had a giant smile on your face.

“You know you love it,” Ellie joked. The more the two of you moved, the more she seemed to get the dance down. She was hitting every beat perfectly now, and you were sure that by the time of the party she’d have them down extra smooth. You were beyond proud of her.

“Why have you been acting so shy today?” you asked.

“Just… feeling you real close to me, doing this dance with you. It’s just really intimate.”

“You’re such a sap,” you teased. “I’m proud of you, you know. You learned this so fast! You’re doing really good.” You didn’t miss the light pink blush spread across her face and the goofy smile that followed after.

“Now you’re just teasing me.”

“Not my fault you love praise so much.”

“Too far, [Y/N],” she said jokingly.

“I like doing this with you, too, you know,” you spoke up. “It’s nice. I like being able to teach you this kind of thing. I like that you want to learn.”

“I liked learning it from you,” she agreed. God, she was so adorable. You just wanted to squish her face in between your hands.

“Stop being so cute. I’m losing my cool here,” you groaned. Ellie laughed, and it was then that the two of you stopped moving.

“Yeah?” she teased. “You think I’m cute?” Her face was getting close to yours, and you could see every freckle, every blemish, every spot on that pretty face of hers. “Why don’t you kiss me, then, if I’m so cute?”

You didn’t reply to her taunts, only leaning in to finally meet her lips, warm and soft on yours, followed by the feeling of her hands cupping your face.

BONUS

“I really wanna try to spin you. Can we try it?” she asked. The way her eyes lit up, the smile on her face—she seemed like an excited puppy.

“Yes!” you agreed. You and Ellie resumed your previous positions, moving to the right and then back to the left to complete the eight count. It was after that last movement that Ellie grabbed your right hand, raising it in the air as she spun you around, and pulling you back into her body. Once she felt you against her again, she resumed your previous movements from before. Your bodies were so close together, your hands roaming from her shoulders to cup her face as she stared so deeply into your eyes. Your foreheads were pressed together with nowhere to hide, nowhere to run from the other's gaze, just straight into each other. She had such a firm grasp on your waist, her hips moving in tandem so close with yours. It felt like your breath had left your lungs realizing that she was leading the dance now.

#tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #the last of us ellie #tlou ellie #ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #tlou x reader #tlou x you #tlou x y/n #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams tlou

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ohmtoff · 3 months

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omg ur muslim??? can u write nick x muslim bf fic or hc anything

OMG???? ANON ILY LMFAAOO I LAUGHED SO HARD AT THIS BUT I IMMEDIATELY STARTED THINKING AB IT BC I DID HAVE AN EX WHO’s HINDU. important to note that im indonesian so my muslim experiences are probably gna be kinda different than others but ill try to make it as general as possible

- When you first started talking to him he was so confused on whether you were actually flirting with him or were you just overly friendly. When you mentioned in passing that you’re muslim he was convinced you’re straight bc he thought no way you could be muslim and gay (he’s white american so i’m 80% convinced he actually thinks like this lol)

- You flirt and flirt and flirt but the idiot convinces himself you were just really comfortable with your masculinity that you can compliment him, caress his face, touch his hair, stare at him for hours, and go on little dates with him without being gay💀 He would laugh off all your advances and you would just get so defeated and think damn he’s rlly not into me when actually he would scream and kick his footsies into the air everytime he sees a picture of you.

- You were in the middle of staring into his ocean blue eyes when you can feel both your and his breath hitching in the space between. Nick was blushing and nervously look around the room and you can’t help but think he’s just the prettiest boy ever so you thought “fuck it” and confessed. he was so shocked but so so sooo happy when you confessed, he excitedly said yes he definitely wants to be your boyfriend.

- it was in the middle of watching a series with him when you excused yourself to go pray. atp he was still confused on how does being muslim while queer work but he doesn’t know how to bring it up, he’s scared of being offensive. You also knew he was curious from how he has this thinking face whenever you mention anything islam related so you decide to explain to him that you did struggle a lot with faith crisis when discovering your sexuality.

you explained more on how you did have a phase where you hated religion and how it’s hateful. that was before you learned Islam and read the Qur’an on your own, without the interpretation of hateful people and privileged men who skew the teachings to benefit them. so, you learned that your relationship with God is personal and intimate, never one to be judged by any mortal, and more. now, your relationship with Islam is better than ever. (yes this is a self projection of my own relationship with religion lmao) He understands and from that moment on he would try to get out of his way to learn more about Islam and your culture so that he could understand you better.

- You regularly say “Wallahi” “Inshallah” “Alhamdulillah” everyday and he would adopt it too eventually and you would giggle and think it’s the funniest shit ever bc more often than not he would get the use of the phrase wrong, he would just think it’s like random arabic filler words😭

- Ramadan arrives he’s the most supportive partner you can think of during Ramadhan. He’d try to help you cook and order food for suhoor and iftar, and he’d try to support you by not eating in front of you.

“Babe, it’s okay for you to eat in front of me, that’s literally the point of Ramadhan”

“No, it’s fine, I’m not hungry anyways”

- Nick was, actually, fucking starving.

- The first week of Ramadhan passes and he doesn’t feel as fatigued and hungry anymore. He doesn’t even remember to eat sometimes, basically he fasts with you. Fasting became a routine for him and he quite enjoys it eventually.

“I’m gonna be so skinny at the end of the month”

- He gained weight😭 the huge iftar meals with your parents/ friends or just both of you going to a restaurant did more thickening than slimming his body. If you’re close with your parents, you introduce Nick to your parents during iftar and your mom forces the boy to try and eat all the food. He’s not mad though bc your family’s food is like nothing he’s ever had before and he EATS IT UPPP.

- Whenever you try to be sneaky and break your fast he would scold you😭😭😭 pulling out hadiths and out-muslim you

“Nick, you’re not even muslim!”

“So? That’s not halal! Astaghfirullah”

“What?!”

- The hardest thing for him during the month is not gossiping with you. You know he’s a natural hater at heart so when he sees gossipable activities he is CLENCHING trying not to tell you. When it’s iftar he screamssss and pulls out the whole tea with bulletpoints and a powerpoint slide

a/n: that’s all i got for now hope you enjoy it anon i did enjoy thinking ab this its so funny

#nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo imagine #nick sturniolo x male reader #nick sturniolo x reader

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hugsandchaos · 5 months

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Now for Crafycorn!

•Prefers to draw rather than write, but enjoys a good book (she definitely doesn’t have a small library in her living room, I don’t know what you’re talking about)

•A late bloomer when it comes to magic, but she’s learning and getting better every day, and her friends are very encouraging

•Favorite food is noodles

•Extrovert

•Very scared of the old tales of unicorns being hunted and captured for their magic

•Likes to show her friends how to draw

•And yes, she deals with art block every once in a while too, every artist I’ve heard of does

•Has about ten sketchbooks, nine of them are empty

•Grew up only with her mother, her father just vanished one day

•Only child

•Enjoys sweet flavors, but not bitter ones

•Sometimes tells her friends about the culture of her home village

•Her home village was put under a spell for protection long ago, one that prevents the rest of the world from accessing it, so she’d have to be holding her friends’ paw or wing if they want to go in

•Most unicorns haven’t been outside or met other creatures in a long time, only having books about them

•Currently lives in the grove with her friends, and it seems to be common knowledge that no outsiders are to know about her incase they’re unicorn hunters

•Stayed with Bobby for a while when she first arrived until she got her own treehouse

•Sometimes gives her friends drawings at random, and everyone has at least one on their fridge (except Catnap, who keeps them safe neatly folded and tucked in a small brown bag since he doesn’t have a fridge)

•Likes to read romance or fantasy adventure

#smiling critters headcanons #smiling critters #smiling critters craftycorn #craftycorn

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fan-mans · 4 months

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wazzup dude!

so whaddya got for Narcis Prince hcs? u said you've got quite a few 👀👀

- erporo

YEEHAW I FINALLY GET TO TALK ABOUT MY NARCY BOY THANKLES @erporo

I've been waiting for this for so long mnbjhkgvkjhvkj

(I actually wrote 3 pages of hcs in googles docs just for this ask lol)

Anyways, this is gonna be long so hold on to your butt!

Important ones first!

He is pretty self centered, but he's not a dick about it. At least not much more than the other boxers. He's snarky and gossipy but is actually pretty amicable when you get to know him. He sees himself as superior than others not because of his looks or wealth but because he’s very skilled- something he also values highly in others.

He hates his parents, and most of the rest of his bio family too, but loves the staff at his family’s estate- the staff loves him back quite a bit.

In fact, he respects the workers on his family’s estate and most service workers over his parents or family because the workers actually have skills, unlike most of the people he’s related to, who don't do anything except ride off their wealth.

He's very passionate in everything he does and refuses to cut corners. That's why, although he could get away with it, he doesn't cheat- he's got too much respect for both his own skills and the people he's fighting.

Because of his closeness to the staff of his estate rather than his parents, he grew up pretty class conscious and aware that he got a very privileged life, as well as being aware that people who aren’t like him aren’t people he should hate.

A big theme I have for him is people having to change their view of him: most assume he’s nothing but a vain, bitchy, brat- and while he does act like that sometimes, it’s far from his entire personality. Most of the stories I want to write about him revolve around other people having to get over their own assumptions of him based on his tastes and background, accept that yes, he doesn’t inherently disrespect them because they’re poor or different from him, and open up to his warmer side, even if he isn’t always the easiest to get along with

While he is self centered, and definitely not the best at listening to other's problems, he cares a lot about his friends and will never go back on a promise to give a gift or spend time with them. He deeply values his time with people and doesn’t ever want to waste it- even if that means he has to ignore a 100 degree fever to hang out.

He also pays close attention to people's tastes and interests, he likes learning about others and participating in what they enjoy too. If he seems like he doesn’t care about something someone says- it probably means he just didn’t understand it.

Speaking of: Narcis is still questioning his orientation. While he’s sure he’s attracted to men romantically, he isn’t sure if he likes women romantically or just aesthetically. He also wonders if he's a-spec because he’s very picky about romantic partners and values platonic relationships far over romantic ones. If he had to choose between keeping all his friends and never finding love, or finding love but never having friends, he'd always choose the former.

He's also kinda frenemies with glass joe. They’ve both made off-color comments that pissed the other off but they also enjoy a lot of the same stuff and can get along pretty well when together. However, they both can get hot headed and emotional, so a bit of anger sparks between them every time they do hang out.

Now, he truly loves his fancy shit. But as much as he loves upper class culture, he’s also quite fond of lower class and folk culture as well. However, though he doesn’t want to admit it, he’s scared that if he were to get too close to lower class culture, he’d be rejected because he’s a ‘priss’. In reality he wouldn’t be- a lot of the things and people he wants to interact with would love to have him, but Narcis isn’t quite secure in his place in the world yet.

Despite that, he doesn't have many insecurities. He’s not very insecure about his appearance- he knows he’s pretty no matter what, he just doesn’t like looking (Or feeling) bruised on his face. He also rarely gives a shit what people think of his tastes, he loves himself enough.

While he will throw the occasional tantrum- he’s gotten much better from when he was a kid and has a pretty good handle on his anger. He used to be MUCH worse as a kid.

His ‘mum’ (Nanny) is still a big part of his life and they’re extremely close. She’s the only person in the world who isn’t scared when he has a meltdown or gets angry.

AUTISM- his parents refuse to admit it or tell him but he was diagnosed as autistic v young and has known most of his life cause his nanny just told him lol.

He’s got low empathy, but he still puts in a lot of work to be nice to others cause he likes people and he wants people to like him back.

He generally needs a lot of attention and people to talk to cause he’s such an extrovert- it made his childhood extremely tough and frustrating. As an adult, he's a total social butterfly and loves making friends and hanging out with people. He isn't perfect at socializing but he's p fun!

He almost never restricts himself when having fun, whether it be going places he’s never been, to trying new drugs, he IS the man of the party and always an excellent host of one.

He also loves new experiences and learning things about people. He's really curious about other people’s cultures and loves listening to people ramble on about theirs. And ofc, he's always down for trying something new.

Now for a ton of small ones:

His uncle is a baron, something narcis’ parents want him to take on over his cousin, but that he has no interest in.

He deeply respects service workers- always tips at least 50%. But though he's never rude to servers/service workers but does expect the best service no matter what.

Absolutely never takes people’s shit- he’s too good for that.

Even with his better respect of people, he does sometimes need to be treated as the specialist boy™

Loves watching people get into fights- esp over or because of him.

Super sensitive abt horror and HATES it- he can mostly handle kids horror and maybe a funny slasher sequel/parody, but nothing too serious.

He yellow under his shirt around his neck is actually a cravat.

Most of his clothes are custom made.

He has two types of shoes: White sneakers or white/pale loafers- no in between.

His taste in fashion is p tacky lmao.

Likes tight clothes in general.

Hates the name given to him at birth.

However, he adores narcissus flowers.

Fave color is red, second fave is yellow.

Because he’s usually wearing red, his eyes tend to look a little purple.

6’10- you will never be able to pry this hc from my cold, dead hands.

Yes his hair is naturally that blonde.

He’s got the cutest lil dimples :)

blushes/turns red very easily and quickly.

Has his ears pierced and has a million sets of earrings. He's the same way with chapstick and nail polish.

Really goofy laugh.

If he were to get a tattoo, it’d have to be a v on his chest- for victory.

His greatest flaw is that he’s got terrible bo

Has a 20 step skin care routine

Cries in a very pretty way (Think like ariel or belle in their movies lol)

Will use his pretty blue eyes to pout and beg for things

Giggly and flirty while drunk

Picked up a bit of cockney from not only his staff growing up, but his drinking buddies in London

Actually a big fan of beer and beans n toast

Really loves earl grey tea

Loves spicy shit- even if he can barely tolerate it

He’s lowkey vegetarian cause he just prefers fruit & veg over meat

He doesn’t know how to ride a bike anymore cause he’s so tall.

He likes playing with and petting horses but hates riding them- ofc he knows how, he just doesn’t like it v much.

His parents got him a pet ‘teacup pig’ but when it got too big he refused to get rid of it and it still lives with them.

Absolutely adores a couple of sanrio plush toys Heike gave him for his birthday- he’s got a hello kitty doll and a My melody pillow.

Heike called him narcy-warsy as a joke and got his car keyed. The only person who can call him that is a lover, and even then only ironically.

If he likes you, he’s gonna give you a ton of pet names.

He crushes very deeply and passionately- often to the point where he dips into very unrealistic daydreaming.

V much the big jakt person in any relationship he’s in.

Definitely treats any romantic partner of his not only as his bestie, but as a tiny dog he’d carry around in a purse.

Wants a chihuahua SO BAD but refuses to get one because he knows it wouldn’t do well in England’s cold climate.

Loves basketball

Jane Austen nerd, his fave book is pride and prejudice

Loves rap, hip-hop, and r&b music… even the crappy stuff

Loves horseplay, esp pillow fights- please play in the mud with him, he needs the enrichment

Loves taking pictures- he’s not good at it yet, but it’s a fun hobby for him

Has a million coloring books that are completely filled in lol

Likes the beach a lot- no matter the weather

He collects seashells, all of which he picked himself

Spends waay too much time in pinterest making aesthetic moodboards

Has a deep interest in physics. So much so that he learned the frequency of most glass just so he could cause chaos by breaking it with his voice.

Is a countertenor (Basically he can sing in a typically 'women's' vocal range)

Speaks welsh and slovak very well- though his parents don’t know that

It’s very easy to make him laugh

Dreams very vividly

Basically ignores whenever he’s sick lmao

Pays for everything- always

#I'm sorry in advance #I just couldn't be normal about him #i've been rotating him in my brain a LOT #narcis prince #my perfect boy who has never done anything wrong ever #punch out #punch out wii #headcanons #I put so many together cause I wasn't sure when i was gonna be able to dump abt him again lmao #my hcs

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