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restlessmaknae · 7 months

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heart says yes [serim]

''i didn't know where else to go'' + "let’s get you cleaned up'' with bad boy!Serim

➳ Characters: implied bad boy!Serim x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: slice of life, angst

➳ Words: 1.7k

➳ Warning: mentions of bruises, blood, treating wounds

➳ A/N: This story was requested by @tsunchani for my request event, so I hope you enjoy it! ❤️Since you haven't specified the hurt comfort prompts, I've chosen the two mentioned above. Plus, I think this story fits the bad boy!au better than a mafia!au that you've specifically requested, but you can still see it as a mafia fic if you wish since there are no specifications said about Serim's identity.

You can still request stories for the event: you can find the guidelines here and the masterlist here.

➳ CRAVITY taglist: @tsunchani, @dat-town

Serim was like a shadow around the corner shop you worked; he was usually invisible, but you could feel him lingering there. You welcomed him coming in time and time again, but he was always pretty quiet, so you didn’t try striking up a conversation with him. You didn’t even assume that he could have it in him to stand up for you against some thugs who had come in for alcohol, but he did so, and something akin to fear lingered in the air when the men noticed who had spoken up.

That was the day you got to know his name. You wanted to thank him somehow, so you said that his purchase was on you, but he insisted that it wasn’t necessary. Somewhere along the way though, you introduced yourself, and he did the same, but he did it so carefully as if he was afraid of letting you know who he was that you didn’t push him for more questions.

The subtle signs were always there - him wearing all black clothes all the time, the loose ones that allowed him to get away from the curious eyes because he got lost in the darkness of his garments; his fingers dressed in calluses, a hint that he was working with his hands a lot; him always paying by cash and coming here late enough at night to not bump into anyone but you most of the time; and being as reserved as one could be -, but you didn’t pay attention to them. To be precise, you didn’t want to. This might not have been the safest neighbourhood, but he looked as harmless as one could be with his unruly midnight black locks frequently getting into his deep, dark eyes, his words gentle and soft-spoken when he exchanged a few meaningless words with you at the counter, and his subtle acts like leaving the change behind for you or leaving a bottle of ginger tea on the counter when he noticed that you were quite raspy due to a cold.

He was always there, swimming around the edges of your pond - a constant presence, though not yet a permanent visitor -, and you gazed at him from afar because you were similarly afraid to get too close. You were afraid that if you did so, you would get drowned, the waves crashing down on you, and keeping you down, down until you heaved your last breath. Though the bottom was as alluring as it could be…

Then, one night, a motorbike parked on the pavement before the store, and everything changed. It was after closing hours, and you already put the ‘closed’ sign on the door. You just started counting the remaining cash to let the colleague in the morning shift know how much was the starting amount when you heard shuffling from the staff room. Nobody else was supposed to be there, except you, so you held your phone in your hand, your fingers hovering over the quick emergency call button as you made your way to the back of the store. You remembered closing the back door of the staff room that led to the outside area after you had taken out the trash, so your boss or a colleague might have come in with a key or someone had broken in from behind.

With shaky breaths, you turned the doorknob and flung the door open, your fingers itching to push the emergency call button before you recognised the figure crouching by the supply shelf.

“Serim!” You breathed out, both relieved and concerned, as you pushed your phone into the pocket of your jeans. The boy looked up when you called his name, and the fresh burgundy bruises painting the pale canvas of his skin made your heart churn. His words even more so.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go,” he admitted, his voice coming out hoarse. Your brain might have told you to stay away from him, especially when he showed up unannounced at your workplace after probably being beaten up, but your heart was in control, and it didn’t let you send him away. Instead, you found yourself saying:

“It’s okay,” you tried with a reassuring nod, but you weren’t sure whether you were trying to ease his nerves or yours. Yet, despite your heart hammering away rapidly, you crouched down to be at eye-level with him, and pushed a few stray locks out of his eyes, revealing even more dark patches underneath. After examining his bruises, your eyes found his orbs already boring into yours, and for a moment, you felt yourself falter, falling into that sea of oblivion. It would have been so easy to not object, to give in to that tension that sparkled between you two, but you couldn’t sway. At least, that was what your brain told you. Your heart was telling a completely different story.

You cleared your throat, detaching yourself from the mystery that his eyes were, and announced:

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up!”

Even if the boy wanted to disagree, you were quick to search for the first-aid kit that you kept in a locker among other supplies that you or your colleagues might need for work. Sometimes you might cut your fingers or crash into a shelf, so the first-aid kit was always much appreciated, and it was usually fully packed, much to your relief.

You shuffled back to the boy with the first-aid kit in your hand, and you were surprised to find him standing as opposed to his previous crouching position. Upon seeing it, you hesitated a bit, but then the boy with the most beautiful midnight-black eyes broke the silence:

“You don’t have to do this,” he said, resigned, his words coming out like a goodbye, a choice, a crossroad. Something in you told you that he genuinely didn’t expect you to help, he just didn’t know where else to go, but it hurt for you to hear it from him - like he had already given up on you and on himself.

“But I want to, so I will!” You announced, a bit more indignant than you would have expected from yourself, and in the surprised glint of his eyes, you could tell that he was just as perplexed by your confident response as you were. Maybe that’s why he didn’t object when you asked him to sit on the nearby chair, so that you would have a better access to his bruises.

You tried hard not to concentrate on the way his eyes were constantly following your moves as if he was still doubtful that you would go along with it, but you diligently cleaned his bruises as best as you could. You had never had to tend to bruises like these ones before, and you were sure that Serim would comment on your lack of experience, but he stayed quiet. He only grumbled when you started putting antiseptic on his wounds.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be quick,” you promised, and he nodded. The bruise around his lips seemed like the most painful one, no wonder he made an inaudible sound when you put the cream on it. Simultaneously, the boy grabbed your left arm - that you left hanging by your side - to hold onto it while you were working on him, and his grip was so desperate that you felt your stomach drop.

Serim had always seemed so strong, so powerful, someone who wouldn’t need the assistance of anyone, let alone yours, but now he was holding onto you like his last piece of hope, and you had no idea whether that should comfort you or torn you apart even more. You didn’t even know whether you should pay attention to the crazy beating of your heart or the way your stomach was twisting and turning with both fear and anticipation.

“It’s done,” you said when you finished with the antiseptic, and as he looked up from his eyelashes, his fingers still holding onto your wrists firmly, his lips bruised, his face covered in a palette of purple, red and blueish colours, you had the urge to hug him, to tell him that it would be okay, to caress his wounded cheeks. Did you have the right though? Would he let you?

“Thank you, really.”

“It’s okay. You’ve saved me from those thugs sometime ago, we can say that we’re even now,” you croaked out, hoping to put together a coherent sentence when all you could think about was the gentle darkness of his eyes, the way a miniature version of you reflected back in them as if it was so natural and the abyss of him that you wouldn’t mind getting lost in.

His lips twitched and you didn’t know whether it was because of the pain or your words, and he didn’t say so. You merely gazed at each other, the moment stretching long and heralding something more, something different, something vulnerable between you two. The urges in you grew stronger, and before you could realise what you were doing, you were already reaching for his other hand that wasn’t holding yours, and gave it a light squeeze.

Serim looked surprised for a few seconds, but then he looked at your hands in a different way - he seemed thankful, touched even -, and when he spoke up, gentle and soft and warm like a blanket on a cold night, you breathed in his words, letting them fill your lungs and heart.

“Can we… can we stay like this for a few more seconds?”

Anytime, you wanted to say, but the words died on the tip of your tongue, so you merely nodded, and let him hold onto you just like you were holding onto him.

Maybe, just maybe, no matter what your brain was trying to tell you, your heart would still go for him, fight for him, care for him, and if you had to choose between the two in that moment, you would follow your heart.

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curatorofvibes · 1 year

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Venus-Saturn (Blooming)

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Artwork by Nalyk1010

The title of this playlist is, “Learning To Love Me… again” with the theme of a single flower in a garden going through a full bloom, albeit late, it’s happening nonetheless. To me, this single flower is a representation of the listener of this playlist. The tears shed throughout this journey by the listener is the water needed for the flower to grow. The sunlight is represented by the listener finally seeing their worth and deciding to choose healing and to no longer hide who they really are. The beauty of a garden, in my opinion, is that it is never finished. It goes through cycles of birth, death, and renewal, proving that there is always space and opportunity to change and grow. Through the gentle, nurturing hands of the gardener, this process is handled with care and grace. My hope is that the listener of this playlist and reader of this post, cares for themselves as a gardener would care for their garden.

Now time to explore this 2h and 33min garden. I hope you all enjoy!

The way I picture this playlist coming to life is from the setting of a garden, the home of this single flower being introduced and so to do that, I used the song, “Garden (Say It Like Dat)” by SZA. To me this song in terms of this playlist represents insecurity and dependence on others for love and validation instead of looking within yourself and growing your self-love. With SZA using the words, “Need you…”during the first few lines of the song and, “I need your support now.” but most especially, “Hope you never find out who I really am, ‘cause you’ll never love me.” …

Going into the next song, “12:21” by Yana Perrault, the realization of probably never finding love or being loved for who you truly are hits with the line, “Will I ever find love and a name that feels familiar.” You can’t help but want to speed up the process of finding love, “I wish I had all of the answers.” Like dang, why can’t I just jump to the solution of what it takes to be loved. I also used this song as a representation of rushing to find the one because you feel like you’re running out of time, “And I wish the world wasn’t ending. We don’t have forever, ain’t getting no younger. Girl, keep it together.” …

Moving onto the song, “You Should Know Where I’m Coming From” by BANKS, you start thinking, “Maybe I’m the problem?”, “Maybe I’m just too hard to please.”, “Maybe I’m just better off alone for eternity.”, “Maybe finding true love in this lifetime just wasn’t meant for me.” Still, you can’t help but crave love. So you isolate yourself (the song “People Watching” by Conan Gray is a representation of this self-isolation and yearning) and the days when you choose to do the opposite, you try to fake it so that you can try to feel something, but you end up feeling like a “Liability”…

When you get to the song, “OverHeated” by Billie Eilish it goes from feeling like a “Liability” to feeling judged for who you are, most especially for your looks. You feel like all eyes are on you. You start comparing yourself to others and even you yourself start judging those who fit the beauty standard out of anger for not feeling like you fit in. It all becomes kind of overwhelming and you just wish to escape it, wish it didn’t exist. Have you ever thought of it from the perspective of, they’re not judging you, but you’re judging yourself? Be kind to yourself, give yourself grace. There’s a quote by Zen Shin that I feel is applicable here, “A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.”

Eventually you learn that, “Tears Dry On Their Own” and hey, flowers do need water to grow. You’re growing. You’re healing. It feels like the lyrics from the song, “Lilith” by LUX AGAPE, “I started feeling without shame. I know now I was always free. I was always pure energy.”...

While the self-love journey is beginning, you can’t help but still have some doubts creep back in about love from others because of what you’ve already endured and what you fear when it comes to the topic. I used the song, “Dangerous” by Asiah to start off the representation of those doubts pertaining to this playlist. You think that, “It’s dangerous to love. It’s dangerous to trust.” And, “I’ve been building up a wall that I can’t break.” Allowing someone the opportunity to see the real you and not knowing how it’s going to end can feel dangerous. It’s the fear of the desired unknown.

The song after “Dangerous” is, “Peur d’aimer” by Franglish. This song is asking why do you fear love? In representation of this playlist it’s asking the flower to confront its fears by asking itself the questions that may seem tough, but necessary to learn how they ended up in the position that they are in now, and how can they heal and grow from it. It is also asking the flower to decide what it is they want out of love and to believe that it is possible and out there waiting to meet you halfway. Break down that wall and allow yourself to be vulnerable.

Then we get to the song “Sunflower” by Tamino and Angèle. From Verse 1, “Down by the banks, a sunflower blooms. Reaching into the clouds, ever young and ever-growing. Defying the hardest winds’ blowing.” To, “Taken up by devotion.” And from the last few lines of this song, “Now I water the ground in which she stands and shield her from every storm.” To me, this song is representing the strength of the flower to bloom in spite of their fears and doubts. I know Tamino is probably singing about watering and protecting another flower, but in this playlist I’m choosing to use those last few lines as a representation of the flower watering and protecting itself.

The song, “I’m Old Fashioned” by Ilene Woods was slipped into this playlist specifically for Venus-Saturn natives. When I think about this natal aspect in a chart, I think of someone desiring a traditional love and what would be described as having old fashioned values when it comes to love.

To describe a shift in perspective I used the song, “Angles” by Mick Jenkins, Noname, and Xavier Omär. This is the beginning of starting to see all that you’ve been through from a different lens. Rather than being hard on yourself about the heartbreak that you’ve endured and the lack of self-love that you once had, you see it in the light of, I needed this to happen in order to bloom. “Had to get to know myself before I claimed I loved me. Nobody else, just for myself, got more myself just for me. Growing everyday, I'm growing everyday.” I feel like the song, “thank u, next” by Ariana Grande is the most perfect song from beginning to end of a representation of that shift in perspective. Most people would probably bash their ex’s and never see a past relationship or friendship in the light of: I needed to go through that heartbreak or encounter that person to help the process of learning to love me. Throughout the song Ariana is thanking her ex’s for everything that they’ve taught her and put her through because it led her onto the path of meeting someone else (spoiler alert: herself) and recognizing how remarkable that person is.

The song, “Flower (In Full Bloom)” by Luna Li and Dreamer Isioma represents the transition into really boosting yourself up and taking back your power. With lyrics such as, “You don’t own me.”, “When I think about all the things that I can do, I know I will go on thriving without you. ‘Cause I’m in touch with my heart and body too.”, “I don’t got nothing to prove.” Remember when I brought up flowers needing water to grow, this song points that out with this line, “What’s the point of planting flowers when there’s no rain?” ...

Soon we get to the song, “Flowers” by Miley Cyrus and this song in my opinion is similar to “thank u, next” because we see Miley choosing to not despise and hate what she’s been through with lyrics such as, “No remorse, no regret. I forgive every word you said.” We see her, just like Ariana, coming to the realization that hey, I’m here for me, and I’ve been here all along. I forgive myself for the negative and self-destructive thoughts I once identified with. I can change those thoughts and beliefs, I no longer have to be that person. I also don’t need to depend on someone else to be myself and do the things that I want to do, “I can buy myself flowers. Write my name in the sand. Talk to myself for hours, say things you don’t understand. I can take myself dancing. And I can hold my own hand. Yeah, I can love me better than you can.” Try giving yourself the same grace that you would give to your own child. This quote by Michelle K. displays this sort of grace, “I treat myself like I would my daughter. I brush her hair, wash her laundry, tuck her in goodnight. Most importantly, I feed her. I do not punish her. I do not berate her, leave tears staining her face. I do not leave her alone. I know she deserves more. I know I deserve more.” I feel like this is when the self-love portion of this playlist has reached its strongest. I also would like to add that you’re the only one who hears your thoughts and has to live with them, so you might as well make it a beautiful and comforting place to be.

To cap off this playlist it ends with the song, “Late Bloomer” by Mereba. Even though all of the other flowers in the garden bloomed before you, you still made it! You’re still here! Forget a specified time to grow, what matters is that you still bloomed despite all that you’ve been through. Everything that you’ve been through was essential in the process of you becoming this healed, beautiful, radiant flower full of self-love, self-worth, and self-validation. You know now that you are able to be loved for the real you. It starts with you choosing to love being yourself and accepting love from others. At the end of the day, “Late bloomers still rise.” ...

I also would like to share these two posts on Venus-Saturn aspects that I liked reading. The first link can be found by clicking the word, “Venus” and the second link can be found by clicking the word, “Saturn”.

“The little flower which has bloomed once, blooms forever.” - Neville Goddard

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buckys-little-belle · 2 years

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Cafe BigNSmall - Bucky Barnes (Chapter Three)

Blueberry, Cookies, Confessions, Tears, and Mean Men

Bucky x Little!Reader (She/Her pronouns used)

Warnings - Angsty beginning, fluffy end, brief and not at all detailed talks of loosing loved ones, talks of food, cookies specifically, lots of tears, I cried writing this, just so adorable it’s emotional. I did not edit this completely, I will say that.

Word Count - About 2.5k

Note - I am so so SO sorry that it has taken me over two months to get this part out. Life has been a wild and crazy ride lately but here I am with this part. Thank you to EVERYONE who has stuck by my side in this drought of inspiration and writing. I love all of you so so much and I hope you enjoy!

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this fic and this blog SFW

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Y/n went to the cafe everyday, hoping Bucky would come back sooner than he said he would. She was there from opening to closing, her mental health declining as she put being at the cafe above anything else.

On Monday she got a pink cake pop, her only money, a $5 bill from her wallet now used. The $1.50 in change jingled in her wallet as she walked towards her usual table. The whole day her colouring book was opened to the same page, Bucky’s crayons scattered across the table as she tried to focus on the book instead of the empty feeling in her chest. His black crew neck was worn over her usual overalls, the sweater providing some sense of hope that Mr would be back.

On Tuesday she just got an apple juice, 5 cents was left, her wallet now almost empty. She knew you had to buy something if you wanted to stay, so she dreaded the next day, but she hoped that maybe if she put her remaining change in the tip jar it would earn her the privilege of staying. As she sat at the table, fiddling with the sleeves of Mr’s crew neck, her head racing in circles, a man approached her.

He was tall, his hair brown and eyes stern. “Hi there.” He said, his voice low and slightly intimidating.

“‘m hi.” Y/n responded, pushing her juice slightly to the side so she could get a full view of the man in front of her. He was tall, his hair messy and crooked, an unnerving smile was cemented on his face.

“I’m Rumlow, I know Bucky.” He said, his voice seeming to drip maliciously. “Just thought I would stop by and see the girl he’s always talking about.” He said as he sat down in the booth seat opposite to her, like Bucky always did.

“He talks about me?” Y/n smiled, confused but happy that he had mentioned her to his friends.

“Yes.” Rumlow said excitedly, before his face fell. “Always says that someone named ‘bub’ is so clingy and annoying! That she just bothers him all the time, apparently he wants to find a little, but, well she just won’t let him go.” When Rumlow finished talking a vile smile grew on his lips, his eyes waiting for Y/n to cry, longing for the hurt that he would inflict.

“He said dat?” Y/n asked, part of her shocked that Mr, her Mr, would say something like that, but then again she felt like things were too good to be true.

“Yes, but I can’t believe he said it about you!” Rumlow exclaimed.

Y/n hummed, looking out the cafe window, her eyes drifting to the spot that Bucky was standing at before he left, his face contorted on the phone as he spoke to someone on the other line. A million thoughts ran through her head, ‘maybe he looked mad because he didn't like her’, ‘maybe he was complaining about her to someone’, ‘maybe …’. The thoughts just kept coming.

“Will you see Mr anytime soon?” Y/n practically whispered as she gathered her things up, placing things into her backpack.

“I will actually see him later today, why?” Rumlow inquired.

Y/n slippe the hoodie off her body, and crumpled it up. “Can you give him dese things? Please?” Y/n pushed the sweater and the box of crayons towards Rumlow, a few tears gathering at her waterline.

Bub didn’t even see if he had nodded, let alone has verbally confirmed he would return the items to Bucky, she just walked, basically ran, out the door.

Her venture home was short, just a 10 minute walk to her apartment then up a flight of stairs, but when she reached her apartment and opened the door her head sank. The counters were still messy from making cookies, days ago, her clothes were on the floor from when she panicked and couldn’t find her green overalls. Walking towards her bedroom she also noticed how her few stuffed animals were on her floor, clearly hurt from her distant behaviour.

Instead of taking some time and cleaning up she slipped off her backpack and crawled into bed, her few tears turning into sobs.

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Bucky on the other hand was currently on a plane back to Avengers headquarters, his heart racing as he watched the minutes pass, worried that the cafe would close before he could see bub.

It was Tuesday, but he wanted to show her that he would keep his promise of coming back, that he would even come back early when possible.

A blue bunny sat in his lap, his hands playing with the ears as he zoned out, imagining the smile on bub’s face. This was a blue bunny just like her purple one named, beautifully, purple grape. It was the one she wanted, blueberry, she had already named him.

Bucky was shocked when he walked around downtown italy, very pretty but busy, as he waited for the team to be ready to go. The bunny sat in a window of a shop, the thing so darn cute, immediately reminding him of bub.

“You ready Buck?” Steve said, tapping Bucky on the shoulder and pointing towards the now open plane door.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” He blurted, clearly off his game.

As the team unloaded themselves and their luggage from the plane Nick Fury and a few other people walked towards them, positive affirmations leaving their lips the second they were in earshot of the superheroes.

Rumlow on the other hand had a suspicious smirk on his face as he walked towards Bucky, Steve, and Sam. “Met your girl Bucky.” He said in a sly tone. “Don’t think she likes you much.” He chuckled, his hands pulling his own backpack off his back and towards the floor. “Gave me some things that needed returning.”

Bucky watched as Rumlow pulled his black crew neck from the bag and handed it to him, Buck immediately took it, bub’s scent immediately filling his nose. Before he could even say anything Rumlow handed him the box of crayons.

“Looks like she doesn’t love ya anymore huh.” Rumlow lowly laughed, the men around him chuckling as well.

“What did you do Rumlow?” Bucky growled, immediately angry at the situation playing out in front of him.

“Just told her the truth Bucky.” He howled as he looked around at the small, supportive, crowed that had gathered around him.

“Which is?” Sam interjected, him and Steve just as angry as Bucky, knowing how much bub meant to him after the past few days of her being the only thing he would talk about.

“Oh just that people like her are hard to deal with and, well useless.” He laughed. Bucky seethed, his face red and fists now clenched. “I did you a favour big boy, don’t sweat it.”

That last line was his last straw, he stormed off the tarmac, not even turning back to grab his bags as he walked towards the main building. The blue bunny securely held in his hands as he went to make right this situation.

“Bucky!” He heard Steve and Sam both call. The two of them following in toe with their bags and his, ready to help him fix what was broken.

“What are you going to do?” Sam asked, the three of them stopped in a big tactical room that then led to a main lounge room.

“What do you think I’m going to do? I’m gonna get her back!” Bucky seethed once again, his heart racing as thoughts went through his mind. ‘She hates me’, ' I didn't do enough’, ‘What if I had …’.

“Bucky you don’t even know where she lives.” Steve reasoned. “You just know what building she lives in.”

Sam nodded, the two men looking at Bucky with such pity it made him even more frustrated. “Then look it up!” He boomed. His patience worn thin and his worry through the roof.

“Bucky, we can’t evade her privacy like that.” Sam cautioned.

“You don’t understand!” Bucky insisted, his eyes now gathering tears, a sign of true worry that spoke volumes to the men around him.

“Don’t understand what?” Steve asked cautiously.

“She’s, she’s a little okay. She regresses to cope with her hard life.” He paused, taking a deep breath and wiping at his eyes. “When we first met I thought it was a casual regression like most people, something they do in their free time.” He paused again. “But when she gave me cookies, horrible cookies, I realized she was most likely regressed more than she was in a mature mindset.” Tears began to pool in his eyes once again. “I looked her up, her parents were famous and incredible writers who ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. She’s lived on her own ever since, and I just think she stays regressed to cope with what’s going on. I don’t know what she will do if she’s not only distressed but extremely confused by what Rumlow said.”

“Buck, I'm sure she’s fine.” Sam said. Steve on the other hand stood in silence, he was well versed in regression, and he knew how dangerous it could be to leave a little alone when they were so far into their emotions. He had learned the hard way and wasn’t ready to let Bucky go through what he had once gone through.

“I can’t be the reason something happened, I can’t.” Bucky sobbed as he stood up and grabbed his jeep keys off a table, his tears racing down his face as he stared at his two best friends who stood in front of him. “I have to go.”

Steve nodded. “I will look up where she lives okay, and I’ll text the address to you. Just please drive safely.”

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Bucky stood outside of her apartment, his hands at his side, one grasping the blue bunny he somehow still had with him.

He knocked on the door once, waiting to hear any movement on her side. When he heard nothing he decided to knock a little louder, yet once again he heard nothing. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and texted her.

Bub, I’m here, I really want to talk, I’m so sorry.

He heard the ding of her phone seemingly come from right beside the door in her apartment. He knew she wasn’t standing with the phone, he would have heard her, super soldier hearing and all.

He took a chance and tried the door knob, when it fully turned and allowed him to open the door a part of him broke, she hadn’t even taken the time to lock the door in any way.

Taking a step in he was immediately met by her green backpack, still closed, her water bottle open and leaking on the floor. He picked the bottle up, and closed the front door. “Bub?” He spoke, hoping for some sort of answer.

He heard her breathing pick up in the other room, a clear indicator that she knew he was there. “I’m just going to pick up some things out here so I can get to you okay?”

He heard her whisper an “okay” from the other room. His heart broke more at her sense of utter defeat. He placed the water bottle on the counter and picked up her bag, placing it on a hook near the front door. The bag was slightly wet but he didn’t think much of it.

He slowly made his way towards her bedroom door, pausing as his hand laid in the handle, a wave of doubt washing over him. When he finally opened the door he was met with a dark room, no lights turned on and a sense of sadness filled the room. Y/n was laid on the edge of her bed, her body curled up in a ball.

Bucky’s tears came back full force when he saw her. “Hi bub.” He whispered as he bent down beside the bed and placed his hand on her back.

She turned around to face him, her tears still falling and her eyes swollen. “‘m sorry.” She sobbed.

Bucky immediately wrapped his arms around her, engulfing her in his warmth. “No no, bub I’m so sorry he said those things. I never said that, I love you so much. I’m so sorry.”

“Really?” Y/n mumbled, her tears still rolling down her new puffy cheeks.

“Yes, bub you mean so much to me, I don’t want any other little okay? When I walk into the cafe I want your smile to be the first one I see, I want to hear your laugh as long as I live and I want you to come to me when things are wrong. I love you.” He cried, his chin resting on the top of her head, slowly she pulled away and rested her forehead on his. The two of them still crying. “And I really want to teach you how to make good cookies.” He chuckled.

Y/n pulled away a frown plastered on her face as well as a new round of tears. “You dibn’t like my cookies?” She sobbed, her wide eyes staring right back into Buckys.

“Bub, you didn’t add any sugar, I loved them because they came from you, but I didn’t like, the way, they tasted. I’m so sorry.”

Bub smiled. “Dat’s good enough.” Bucky smiled back, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “Can you lay down please?” She whispered, scooting herself back from the edge of the bed.

“Sure.” He whispered back, taking his coat off quickly as he crawled in behind her pulling her towards himself.

“Dat’s better.” She sighed. “You’re ‘eally warm.”

“That’s good, maybe next time you get cold you can close the windows.” He suggested. She shook her head as she nuzzled her head deeper into his chest. “I actually have something for you bub.”

“‘s it a pony?” She sleepily asked, very serious about her enquiries.

“No, it’s not a pony.” He chuckled, reaching towards her night table to grab the blue bunny. “Here.” He tucked it in between the two of them.

“Tanks for picking her up.” She mumbled.

“What?” Bucky laughed confused, he thought this one was a boy bunny named blueberry, but maybe she had changed her mind.

Y/n sat up quickly, looking at the floor where her purple bunny laid and then at the one in her arms. “What?” She screeched. “‘s blueberry!”

“I picked him up for you when I was away.” Bucky smiled, proud of the reaction he got that radiated pure joy.

“Can you stay forever?” Bub asked, tears once again falling down her cheeks.

Bucky reached up and swiped a few away. “I will never go anywhere.” He said, his arms once again pulling her into him. “I’m yours.”

“Otay.” She sighed. “Does dat mean you’ll buy me a pony?” She questioned.

“Not yet, maybe a cat.” He reasoned, hoping he would never have to buy her an actual pony, but making a mental note to take her to the petting zoo he saw a few days ago.

“Yes!” She squeaked as she snuggled back into him.

#buckys little belle #age regression fic #little!reader #age regression #bucky age regression #bucky x little reader #bucky x little!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes

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pttwice · 6 months

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may I request a baby SMC reqressing while on the tour bus with the group in America and fighting like siblings do and CG MiSaMo needs to scold them and put them in timeout

hi hi :) i know that little SMC would all be such troublemakers. they'd be so sweet but a handful when they're all regressed at the same time

timeout

|| little!dahyun, little!chaeyoung, little!tzuyu, cg!mina, cg!sana, cg!momo ||

"Mama, wanna watch movie." Chaeyoung leaned over in her seat and laid her head down in Momo's lap. She used her best puppy dog eyes on the older girl. Momo tried not to look down, but it was just too hard to resist a little Chaeng in her lap. Momo sighed and nodded. She pulled her iPad out of her backpack and pulled up Disney+.

"If you watch a movie now, then no iPad when we get to the hotel, okay? Straight to bath and then bed." Momo held her tablet above Chaeyoung who huffed but nodded, holding her hands out.

Once Chaeyoung leaned back in her seat to pick a movie, Sana pulled a headphone out, turning to look at Momo.

"What's that look for?" Momo squinted her eyes a bit, knowing fully well why Sana was looking at her like she had just made a huge mistake.

"You know that giving them your iPad was a terrible choice, right?" Mina chimed in from her seat beside Jeongyeon. She paused the YouTube video she was watching and Momo just playfully rolled her eyes.

"What was I supposed to do? If I didn't give her my iPad, then she was just going to keep looking at me like that. You two can't say no to that face either!"

Sana just sighed and shook her head, putting her headphone back in. "You're dealing with this if they get out of control."

Chaeyoung held Momo's iPad in her lap, scrolling through all the movies on Disney+. She had seen most of them at least twice, but there were a few she always went back to no matter how many there were she hadn't seen.

Dahyun and Tzuyu leaned against Chaeyoung's shoulders and watched as Chaeyoung endlessly scrolled. There were a few movies they each liked, but they knew that Chaeyoung wouldn't want to pick the ones they wanted.

"Doggies! Doggies!" Tzuyu got excited and pointed to 101 Dalmatians, but Chaeyoung just shook her head and scrolled past it.

"We watched dat yesterday, Tzu."

Tzuyu pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. Just because they watched it yesterday, that didn't mean they couldn't watch it again today.

"Oooh Pooh!" Dahyun excitedly pointed out The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, but Chaeyoung shook her head again and continued her search.

"No. Pooh too boring."

Dahyun just glared at her little sister and groaned. "You never wanna watch what we wanna watch, Chaeng."

Chaeyoung just shrugged her shoulders in indifference. After a few more rows of movies, she finally picked one she knew she'd never get tired of watching. "Cindewella!" She excitedly shouted the name out and bounced a little in her seat.

Dahyun and Tzuyu looked at each other and shook their heads. They had seen Cinderella with Chaeyoung and without her at least a bajillion times. They liked the movie enough, but with the amount of times they'd each seen it, it had gotten boring. There were so many more movies that were so much more fun!

Tzuyu only watched Cinderella for about five minutes before she got tired of it. She tried to exit out of the movie to try and force Chaeyoung to watch something else, but this only frustrated her older sister.

"No, Tzu! Wanna watch Cindewella!" Chaeyoung pulled the iPad away from Tzuyu, turning so her back was facing the youngest. Dahyun frowned at the action and tried to pull the iPad out of Chaeyoung's hand.

"Ya! You have to share!" Dahyun tugged at the iPad, accidentally changing the language to French from how she was grabbing it.

"Hyun! Stop!" Chaeyoung was more than frustrated now. She just wanted to watch her movie, but now she couldn't even understand what they were saying and she didn't know how to change the settings.

"Don' wanna watch!" Tzuyu started to pull on Chaeyoung's shirt, trying to get the older girl to turn around. She didn't even care about what movie they watched at this point as long as it wasn't Cinderella. She had seen it too many times and she was tired of Chaeyoung always picking the movies they watched.

Most of the girls had fallen asleep. The ride to the hotel was fairly long so they had more than enough time to catch up on sleep.

Mina, Sana, and Momo were fast asleep. They were enjoying the rare time to rest and relax before they had to get ready for the concert tomorrow.

As soon as the littles started to argue, Sana's eyes shot open. She pulled one of her headphones out and groaned. She threw her head against the back of her seat and rubbed her eyes. She did not want to be dealing with this right now. Especially not by herself.

"Ya you gotta deal with them." Sana smacked Momo on the arm a few times, successfully waking the older girl up. Momo groaned and opened one eye. She didn't know what Sana was talking about until she heard Chaeyoung's all too familiar whines.

"Why do I have to deal with them?" Momo rubbed her hands over her face and sat up a bit.

"You're the one who gave them the iPad in the first place!" Sana laughed in disbelief as she turned her body towards Momo. At this, Momo just gave her a guilty smile.

"Oh. Right." Momo sighed and threw her blanket off. She got up and stood beside Dahyun's seat. The three littles were too invested in arguing with each other that they didn't even realize that Momo had gotten up.

"I wanna watch Cindewella!" Chaeyoung was full on yelling at this point and Momo was afraid it was going to wake the rest of the sleeping members up or at least annoy the crap out of them.

"No! Tzu doesn't want to and we-"

"Ya! Why are you three yelling? I didn't give you the iPad just so you could fight over it."

They finally noticed Momo standing over them, three heads turning to look at their mama all at once. There was perfectly beautiful silence for about five seconds until all three of them decided to start talking all at once.

"What-hold on. I can't understand a single thing any of you are trying to tell me." Momo sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She was in no way equipped to deal with three screaming littles, especially not when she had just woken up.

Sana turned around once they all started talking over each other and rolled her eyes. She got up and stood beside Momo, her hands on her hips. Her usually sweet and happy face was extremely annoyed.

"Hey! Please. One at a time. We can't figure out what's going on unless you go one at a time."

Dahyun grumbled but stopped talking. She crossed her arms and just pointed to Chaeyoung and then the iPad. Chaeyoung wasn't much help either as she just mocked what Dahyun was doing. Tzuyu... well, Tzuyu was just pouting. She turned so her face was against the window, eyes closed as she mumbled to herself.

"Okay, one at a time doesn't mean saying nothing. Chaengie did you share the iPad?" Sana sighed, trying a lighter approach to see if they would respond any better, but this just caused them to all start talking again even louder.

At this point, most of the bus was woken up, including Mina. The littles we well as Momo and Sana didn't notice as Mina sat up, turning to the noise that had drawn her away from her peaceful sleep. She stretched and got up, taking her headphones out before setting everything on her seat.

By the time the littles had finally gone quiet, Momo and Sana thought they had just gotten tired of talking over each other. They turned and high-fived each other, immediately jumping once they saw Mina standing behind them. The look the girl had on her face was far from pleasant as she stood there, arms crossed.

"You three. One, you're going to give me the iPad." Mina held her hand out and Chaeyoung gave it to Mina with a slightly shaky hand. "Two, you're going to stop arguing and apologize to each other and the rest of the bus." Mina waited until they said sorry to each other and everyone else. "Three, you're going to sit away from each other. No phones, no iPads, nothing. You're going to sit there and think about the commotion you just caused until we get to the hotel. Once we get to the hotel, you're taking a bath and going straight to bed. Understand?"

It wasn't often that Mina got upset, but when she did, it was scary. She didn't raise her voice, but her tone was so stern and commanding that it even struck fear into Sana and Momo who silently stood beside each other.

The littles grumbled but didn't dare do or say anything as they sat far away from each other. Dahyun sat at the front of the bus, Chaeyoung in the middle, and Tzuyu in the back beside Jeongyeon who had somehow stayed asleep through it all.

Once peace had been restored and the littles were in timeout, the three caregivers sat back down. Sana leaned over to Momo and whispered, "Remind me to never make Mina mad."

Momo just looked at Sana and nodded in agreement. Although she was scary, they couldn't deny that she got the job done. By the time the bus made it to the hotel, the littles had apologized to each other again and were happy enough to take a bath and go to sleep.

Too exhausted to continue their fighting at the hotel — too scared of Mina getting angry again as well — they all ended up wrapped up in each other, somehow squeezed into one bed.

#twice agere #twice fic #little!dahyun #little!chaeyoung #little!tzuyu #caregiver!mina #caregiver!sana #caregiver!momo #sfw #sfw interaction only #sfw agere

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beefrobeefcal · 8 months

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This is a little fic I wrote way back for this and never posted! Original post here.

Bon appetite!

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Cranky Frankie

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader (Mouse!)

Summary: Frankie reacts poorly to a change in his diet.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 2,186

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, swearing, naughty Mouse business, oral (f-receiving), Frankie being hangry, p in the v intercourse (bareback - don't be silly, cover dat willy)

Author's Notes: Thank you to the original Nonnie who prompted this!

Not proofed. Enjoy!

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Frankie winced as he sat back at your kitchen table. He knew he asked for this when you caught him at the drive through yesterday, sabotaging his diet. He didn’t want to admit that when you caught him, it was his second time going through. Today though, you were testing him. Dinner was a small portion of chicken and roasted seasonal vegetables.

Now he was left with a hungry belly, and you eyeing him up from the other side of the table. He knew you knew what this was doing to him.

“You finished your dinner! Good boy.”, you cooed with a wry grin. You knew he hated it when he didn’t get his way, and it was one of the few things that could really get him going – especially when it came to food.

You got up and slowly made your way towards him, then leaned over him and ran your fingers over his chubby, yet empty, tummy. Frankie sucked in a breath as you slid his shirt up and ghosted your fingers around his belly button.

“Poor baby… bet you’re feeling pretty hungry still…”, you purred, one hand pushed into his stomach gently, while the other softly started to finger his belly button.

Frankie’s face hardened and couldn’t take his eyes off you, his hard cock now straining in his pants.

“You hangry, Frankie?... my baby wants to stuff himself silly, huh?”

“Knock that shit off, Princess. Behave.”, his hand trying to reach between your legs.

You shook your head and pushed his hand back, and cooed mockingly as you leaned over him with a menacing grin, “No, honey… you’ve been bad, and you know it… you’re just really cranky because you’re not getting your way… you’re not gonna do shit to me and you’re gonna do what I say…”

Frankie’s eyes went dark, and he grabbed your wrist, pulling your face right to his, and growled, “Oh, you fucking think so, princess?... you think you’re in control?... Nuh-uh, baby… I’m gonna fu-“

“You’re gonna what, cranky-pants? Chase me? I don’t think so, baby.”, you chuckled lowly, pulling your hand from him and stepping back. “You might not have a full belly, Frankie, but I’m faster and by the time you do get moving… I’ll be in the bedroom, door locked, and legs spread, fucking myself with a vibrator.”

“Don’t you dare, princess.”, he growled. When you continued to smile and took a step backwards, he stood up and turned to look at you with an eyebrow raised.

“I’m gonna count to three… you better come back here and make me some more damn food … I mean it.”, he commanded in a dark voice, eyes almost black.

“You still gotta beat me to the bedroom, Frankie… moving too slow for that.”, you smiled and took another step back.

“One.”, he snarled as he stood up right and turned fully to you, knowing something about the whole situation that you were not aware of.

“Poor chubby Frankie… I’d like to see you try.”, you said in a mocking sing-song voice, another step back.

“Two.”, he growled and took a step towards you.

You just smiled, shot him the middle finger, and took another step back.

Frankie’s jaw clenched and he gave you a look that said You really want this, brat?, and then barked, “Three.”

You took off down the hallway to your bedroom, and you saw Frankie enter the hallway as you turned to slam the door. You went to lock it, but the knob was different – there was no lock on this knob. You could hear Frankie lumbering to the door, and you backed up, eyes wide.

“I forgot to tell you that I fixed the sticky knob, princess…”, he laughed ominously. “Had to replace the whole thing and I didn’t get one with a lock.”

Frankie threw the door open, and you fell back onto the bed. He stalked towards you as you crawled up the bed, chest heaving.

“Thought you did something there, didn’t you, princess?”, he growled with a smile, crawling on the bed towards you, and remained on all fours caging you in on your back, his belly pressing down on your stomach.

“You’re being a fucking brat… you know you’re in trouble… don’t you, princess.”, he cooed, nose nuzzling yours as he spoke into your mouth, pressing his belly into you further, rubbing it back and forth.

“Frankie…”, you whimpered, your hands going to his shoulders.

“Not so tough now, are you, brat?”

Your eyes snapped up to his and you smiled; you brought one hand to his arm and pushed his elbow to bend, and he toppled onto his side with an “OOF”. You got up on your knees and pushed Frankie onto his back, then straddled his thighs.

“No, baby… you’re not so tough.”, you laughed, and palmed his cock then leaned down to press open mouth kisses onto his belly.

“Oh fuck…”, Frankie moaned, his hands coming to your hair.

You licked and sucked your way over his belly, feeling him pant and sputter under your mouth. You kissed his belly button, began to fuck it with your tongue; you felt his clothed cock jump under your hand, and he let out a loud whine and turned into a whimpering mess.

“Ohmygod…Mouse… fuck… fuck… please… baby… fuck!”

You sat up and pulled his waistband down, his aching cock popped out and slapped his under belly. You grabbed it and dragged your thumb through the slit.

“I’m gonna fuck you, Frankie. Think your poor, empty belly can handle that?”, you purred, finger slipping under your skirt and into your panties, and fingered yourself to get prepared. You maintained eye contact with Frankie, and added another finger, panting. You pulled your fingers out and held them to his mouth; he opened and sucked them clean with a moan.

Stood up and pulled took your clothing off and crawled back onto him.

“You gotta be a good boy, baby.”, you said gently as you grabbed one his hands and kissed his palm. You grabbed his other hand and placed both above his head.

You got into position and pushed down on him, and you both exhaled moans. You gave yourself a minute to adjust, then you began to slowly move up and down and Frankie’s lips parted as he watched you.

“Look so fucking, good, Frankie… big tummy… too bad you’re not full, Frankie…”, you panted teasingly, continuing your slow pace.

“Fuck, princess…faster… please… need more…”, he begged in a whimper, bringing one of his hands to your hip, trying to get you to move faster.

You slowed your movement even further and gave him a coy smile.

“No, nonononono…. don’t stop… don’t you dare, Mouse!”, he yelled, trying to rut his hips up into you.

When this didn’t get you moving, he furrowed his brow and grabbed your hips, planted his heels in the bed and pushed himself over, now pinning you under his full weight. He felt so heavy, and you were in heaven, being pressed into the mattress.

“Too fucking slow, princess….”, he grunted, pushing himself off you. “Get on your knees.”

You rolled over quickly, and he pulled your hips to him. “Now I’m gonna fuck you and you not gonna be able to sit properly for a week.”

He pushed his cock into your cunt and began to fuck you hard and fast. His belly slapped your ass each time he thrusted in. You let out gasps and cries, your hands balling the sheets in your fists.

“Such a fucking brat… you could have stayed on top, princess, but you just had to fucking tease me… making me work this hard when you won’t feed me like I want… don’t know if you deserve to come…”, he growled as he plowed into you as hard and fast as he could.

“Please… Frankie, please!”, you cried out, arching your back.

“Now sh-she’s begging… fuck, you’re so-so needy…”, he panted back. “You don’t deserve t-to come…”

You whined loudly and reached underneath you to rub your clit, but Frankie barked, “Don’t you fucking dare!”

You whined and cried out, begging for release as Frankie’s hips sputtered. A few more thrusts and he was spilling into you with grunts. You didn’t come.

You didn’t come. He didn’t let you.

He pulled out of you and flopped onto the bed next to you with a devilishly satisfied grin saying nothing.

He said nothing to you. He just finished and then… that was it.

You sat up on your knees and glowered at him and he continued to smile at you. He had never denied you an orgasm, and then he had the audacity to say or do nothing. He didn’t let you come all because he wasn’t getting his way. This was not what he should be doing. Regardless of what happened during sex, this was how you both reset and came back to reality.

He reached out his hand to touch yours and you ripped it away, furious.

“Oh, Mouse… come on, baby… don’t be fucking brat… come here.”, he tried to coax you, and started laughing.

The laugh sealed the deal for your anger. All you could do in that moment was try to get off the bed with a huff and head to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

“Hey - what the fuck? Get your ass back here!”, he barked with a wide grin as he grabbed you, pulling you back into bed. “I’m not done with you, princess… not by a long shot.”

He shifted his weight and slid himself to the end of the bed, pulling you along with him. As he moved onto his knees on the floor, he smiled dangerously up at you then down to your pussy, dripping his spend.

“Don’t like to leave my baby hanging, especially with a mess.”, he groaned, licking his lips. “Gotta clean up my mess.”

He pulled you by your hips to his face and drove in, tongue lapping at your hole, nose pushed up against your clit. You let out a yelp that fell into a panting moan.

“ohmygodFrankie!”, you cried out. “yes… please… yes… fuck!”

You involuntarily bucked your hips and started to ride his face. He let you for a moment, then clamped his huge hands around your thighs and held you firm so he could clean you up and devour your core.

But he was being an asshole. He brought you close to coming twice on his tongue, and every time the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, he would back off and kiss the inside of your thigh as you whined and thrashed on the bed.

“Please, Frankie!”, you sobbed. “Please… I need to… don’t… not again!”

“You gonna let me off this diet, princess? Not gonna hold me back? I dole out the teasing and control here, sweetheart, not you… remember?”, his saccharine sweet voice held venom in each word.

“Yes… yes, Frankie…”, you panted, tears on your face.

“You sorry?”, he chuckled, placing a kiss on the inside of your thigh again.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Frankie baby! Please… please let me come… I’ll be good… so good, Frankie… please!”

He laughed again and kissed your oversensitive bud, releasing one of his hands from your hip. He then sucked your clit hard and plunged two fingers into you pussy, forcing a scream from your throat.

He kept the punishing pace and added another finger, and you could feel the pent-up energy coil in your belly, and you whined and cried out as his eyes watched you fall apart again. The buildup was coming to its apex, and you felt the coil snap – your back arched and your eyes rolled back, and all your pretty sounds stopped. In your daze, you could barely hear Frankie moaning as you squirted on his hand, arm, face and chest. Wave after wave crashed through you as he rode you through your orgasm.

“Hey princess… breathe, honey… come back to me…”, he whispered, now laying next to you. Your eyes focused and he smiled at you.

“There you go… hey princess…”, he said softly, placing a kiss on your forehead and wiping the tears from your face. “You okay, baby?”

You sighed and nodded, closing your eyes with a small smile on your face. He pulled you close to him and kissed your temple. You laid in a comfortable silence for a while.

“Mouse, baby?”, he asked quietly.

“Hmmm?”

“You promise no more diets?”, he asked in a smaller voice, almost childlike.

A huge smile broke on your face, and you looked at him; giant, brown, puppy dog eyes looked back at you.

“No more diets. You’re an asshole when you’re on a diet.”, you laughed. “Plus, I like you… chubby.”

You saw his smug grin as he pulled you in for another kiss. Against your mouth he asked, “Chubby, huh? You like your Frankie, chubby? That means you’re gonna go make me some more food, right?”

His tummy made a grumbling sound as you shook your head and laughed.

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blankvort · 12 days

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you've probably answered something like this but favourite songs from the stage show and i want details, GO‼️

pezberrywhoreee i cannot even begin to describe the dearth of times i have answered anything related to mean girls and the amount of times i have internally cried and screamed wanting to interrupt a conversation to talk about mean girls. i say that god is dead but you are doing his work right here. putting this under a read more because you said details and this became a study of why every song in the stage show is better than opioids and thin mints combined <333 no articulacy here just 8000+ words of vibes and ranting

first of all if cady sings a single line i am violently shoving every note of the song into a mental folder called faves in such eldritch fonts that my brain computer is halfway to summoning cthulhu whenever it loads the soundtrack. she is described as the heart of the story on the backstage casting call page for a reason and that reason is her absolutely incredible range as she struts from the plucky guitar gyrations and membranophone-focused percussion of it roars into the candid, confiding, crescendoing (and other c words you can probably guess based on the verbiage i use in dms) keys of stupid with love and then climb the vocal volcano that is apex predator and akfjskhfidbdihgshejfhiajw i love her and i love her songs and i need to shut up now i’m sorry

second (but not really because i’m still going on and on about cady i’m sorry) i’m upset abt most other productions burying cady’s fourth-wall breaks and kind of making the segue into revenge party less. i don’t know riled up?? because 1) where did my girl janis’s influence go it is so much more impactful when cady’s main reason for going along with the revenge plot and pushing it further is hearing about janis being outed from janis herself! when her main motivator becomes aaron, who she likes super superficially by the time more is better rolls around, you think wow! what a bitch! for even longer! like you don’t even have to cut the “your hair looks sexy pushed back”/”are his eyes gray or green” conversation that prods her into sending gretchen over the edge this isn’t a time issue 2) where did cady’s brain go bring me a whole box of profound regret and impulsive decisions let the people in the back hear the hows and whys of her descent into plastichood and moreover i would like her to sing more and most of all i love it when characters break the fourth wall. by that i mean i want the “sounds kind of bad right to spy on someone but they’re the first friends i’ve had and i don’t want to have none” things back because the narrative nudity and the way it follows the melody of the verses in fearless is a+++

now. my legitimate favorite songs from the stage show in chronological order

a cautionary tale: the repartee the art freaks have is elite and so are their riffs. The lyrics are 3am notes app poetry lines and that’s an amazing thing for mean girls. It’s not the typical broadway opening number but it’s rough and brash and brilliant. To me the cast of mean girls strikes the perfect balance between caricature and lived-in character and the insouciance of this song towards seriousness reflects that wonderfully. Janis assuming the worst of everyone by saying that the temptation to be popular and hot is far too great and saying that you can’t buy integrity at the mall is some nice, if blatant, foreshadowing regarding cady losing her integrity as she gets caught up in the perilous biome of shopping centers with such dangerous patrons as build-dat-bear. The last line of the chorus abruptly changing the amount of beats in the measure adds an extra kick layout fosse quality that i love too. The ending is the apotheosis of mezzo-soprano/tenor harmonization. Need both janis and damian to step on me but for different reasons. No i will not elaborate

it roars: i have a soft spot for wild life but it roars is superior in every way to me because it introduces cady, the show’s sense of humor, the cast’s incredible skill when it comes to singing and dancing (seriously i had never seen an ensemble that made me want to be ensemble before mean girls), and the perfect transition from a cautionary tale will always get me hyped. i have many thoughts about the many changes the mg script and score have gone through throughout the years but oh my god my jaw dropped at the breathtaking belting of “i have danced with the maasai, i have climbed kilimanjaro” when i first heard it mashed up with it roars and the callback the verse gets in fearless 2.0(?) totally dislocated it. Also i know that it’s a pairing so unpopular it’s basically nonexistent but hear me out when i say that it roars is just a more optimistic, afrobeat inspired version of what’s wrong with me. Cady never seems to think that it’s the student body that needs to change, she thinks she needs to fight and win to belong just as gretchen thinks she needs to serve the most powerful person in school to be deserving of… idk anything?? Of course you cannot trust me on this because i will ship cady with anyone if you give me the chance. Writing cady/the marymount girl fanfic as we speak

it roars is the first indicator that musical cady is pretty different from movie cady in that she earnestly wants to go to the us, wants to have more/better friends, wants to try high school and skateboards and rapping and starbucks venti chai. which makes sense because you know you gotta have that sick i want song so characters feel less tossed about and more thrusting into. there’s a better way to word that but i don’t have the skull size to summon a less immature dictionary right now. a curious thing about it roars, though, is that kenya, being a country and all, has high school and skateboards and rapping. no starbucks because apparently rwanda was an easier location to settle into but that’s a good thing actually nobody should support starbucks. either way you can really see that cady’s been sheltered from the realities of any society past the stone age and idolizes this incredibly abstract view of friends and people. she’s equal parts desperate and determined, artless and acute. it’s ironic, i feel that at first her speech patterns (lions and birds and stuff) seem at odds with her sub-saharan surroundings as though she’s already trying to integrate herself with this slangy teenage culture she knows nothing about and then when she finally finds herself in slangy teenage culture she compares everything to the survival-based rules of the savannah. i know this is probably for streamlining purposes but it’s also so interesting to me that her immediate reaction to her parents’ funding being cut is wow adventure wow possibilities. she knows that everybody wants connection but she doesn’t yet know why connection has to be culled by all these arbitrary rules like fashion or acting cool. like i don’t remember where i read this but some novel said that the only thing worse than being smart is being smart and sensitive because then neither the logical nor emotional explanations for any event can make sense. i swear i will find that book someday to take a photo but today i am bedridden because i walked the five or so inches from home to the grocery store

back to it roars. i hate the grammar in the line “none of my closest friends even has hands” but i love everything else about the song. the beat is so bouncy and the ostinati of the wind and brass sections are top tier. the comedic beats are underscored by cutting the music and then the vocals come back in soaring alongside the strongest bass since george perry and i could die happy if hospitals changed the flatline noise to any cady singing “so exhilarating”.

two paragraphs and we’re still going strong dead god help me. personally i feel like the best delivery of the ensemble lines have to be as obnoxious and deafening as humanly possible but i get people who feel differently. it’s just really great to me when cady is polite and confused and very presumptuous and sonja aquino’s actively going through act two of the exorcist in real time. i think that’s why danielle wade is my cady of choice too. love it when autism: the song is put through the epiglottic funnel of anxiety. also i’m wiping tears right now about the fact cady refers to phones as little screens in her first act one song and in the act two opener she’s glued to her phone because she wants attention so badly and still doesn’t feel like she has enough even though she talks about how america and the plastics are so much more than what she’s used to. Also very interesting that cady views inclusion as a game that needs to be won (and eventually comes to view baleful adoration as winning) even though she later exhibits a sort of survival of the fittest mentality that shows up as early as her mention of baboons attacking those that go near their pack. Fun fact i think her takeover of the plastics mirrors dispersal in male baboons wherein mature male baboons leave the pack they were born into to find another troop to temporarily stay in and usually if they end up replacing the alpha male of that non-natal troop they commit infanticide because then he can reproduce with the alpha male’s old mate/s. That’s not super fun but it is a fact to me. but i’ll talk about the strange views musical cady heron seems to hold about winning more in my do this thing essay which i am definitely going to write despite my best efforts to make this post under five thousand words

gonna slide the it roars reprise in here too because it’s not on the soundtrack but it still makes me feel things. “i’m sixteen just like everyone here but not like everyone here” and what if i said mean girls is the best dissection of the torturous dichotomy between being desperate to belong and being desperate to be unique. There’s a thing called theatrical exaggeration but for mental health purposes i choose to believe that north shore class of x immediately clocked cady as a weirdo utterly undeserving of trust or respect when they saw her wear socks and sandals. I know i just complained about people calling every iteration of cady boring but i feel like i haven’t seen actual hate for musical cady (at least not as much slander as i’ve seen sent to og movie and especially movie musical cady) because you can better bear witness to her most vulnerable moments when she’s singing directly at you instead of saying things in a soundproof recording studio. She’s not quitting she’s regrouping! Which is a fascinating choice of words to me because regrouping in math is basically carrying over values because they’re too much. She gets sucked into this idea that more is better even though she has to compartmentalize the information she’s learned from hostile classmates and teachers and draw connections to her experience with animals because more is not better without proper management. Also this bitch is gonna get e coli if the janitors don’t care enough to clean the slut-shaming graffiti on the wall they are not wiping down those cubicle doors

where do you belong: i love gay people. “so what if all the ducklings think you’re ugly it’s because they’ve never seen a swan” is ted talk worthy material. never getting over the fact that damian knew this girl for all of maybe one introductory french class’s worth of interaction, accused her of doing drugs, and then built her confidence back up from the seventh circle of hell. the “your mother called you baby girl?” “singing!” exchange is peak best friend banter and showcases the art freaks’ dynamic of frank, funny jerk with a tarnished heart of gold and budding broadway babe with a shocking amount of wisdom obscured by hilarity and hypocrisy. the debate team rejected damian because he was too fabulous to be deigned to one oregon-oxford role i’ve decided. i love unreliable narrators and damian shooing cady away from the mathletes as soon as she shows the barest interest in them is an entertaining way of showing that nobody in this story is free from social norms. the lunch tray percussion is something all marching bands should adopt and so are the lighting cues. janis’s reactions to damian killing his dance breaks are the best. rachel hamilton is my fave ensemble student i don’t care if she gets maybe two or three lines total. she was giving bombastic side eyes before anyone knew the word bombastic. i desperately need to know if she knew what cady was actually saying or if she thought cady was just a lion king stan asking to be canceled. damian painting everyone but his two-person clique as problematic is also peak teenage behavior. everything at that age is just finding the lesser of two evils and figuring out whether or not you want to meet the bigger evil anyways. janis deriding “the geeks and the freaks” despite being labeled as an art freak by every mg promo is also amusing and barrett and mary-kate’s deliveries of “christian believers” could send me to heaven any day they want. the ending is so satisfying to listen to and even more satisfying to watch. also i do mean it when i say that cady was adopted by the local gays in this number. are janis and damian aware that having their own table in a school that makes juniors and seniors have lunch at the same time makes them more powerful than all the politicians of the globe combined

stupid with love: ALSKAJLDJASLDAJLLKJ. stupid with love is the best musical representation of how a crush driven by hormones and being treated with the barest sense of humor and dignity can devour a person taylor swift eat your heart out. the music really sweeps you up into this story like you’re a close friend privy to even her most embarrassing thoughts and the way her love life flashing before her eyes just shuts out whatever aaron was going to say about lebron james is the funniest thing because yeah! you can be convinced you’re totally in love with someone when you’re that age while ignoring everything that makes them a well-rounded human being! the way cady’s clearly grown up in a caring household that’s so chock full of trust that her parents can’t fathom that she’d do anything remotely dangerous while having the whole house to herself for more than one hour BUT also feels like she doesn’t “get” love is super interesting to me to like most sixteen-year-olds have the idea that their parents don’t understand them sure but has she come to the conclusion that familial love isn’t enough? that she doesn’t get enough familial love anyways? that love is unknowable? does she wholeheartedly believe that she fell in love at age five? stupid with love is a song of so many possibilities and it’s as giddy and delusional as you’d expect, every emotion heightened by cady’s new brand of eloquence. fetch may never happen but calculust absolutely should. the little snippets of dialogue in between are so endearing on both cady and aaron’s ends to the point where i can forgive ms norbury clearly not knowing how to conduct a class. who’s gonna tell cady to raise her hand before she answers. i’m kidding she can do whatever she wants, even ignore the existence of multiplication. multiplication is a bitch cady i get it

we once again see that cady is determined almost to the point of self-destruction and that she’s desperate to live a ‘normal’ life by getting together with the normalest boy of all time and the song so perfectly sets up why we should care about cady and aaron as a couple–he’s the only person thus far to not even suggest what she should think/do, encouraging her in a teasing way to be herself (ie smart) instead of telling her to be dumber so he can feel better about himself. cadaaron is the only straight ship ever argue with the wall. also the instrumental on its own is literally such a bop?? i’d drop a grand piano on myself daily if the keys could just perpetually play the song. quoth my own blog my heart belongs to every video out there of a cady opting up on the last “i learned math so i can learn love” it just fits so well thematically and makes the song even more satisfying because it makes you think yes!! summon that girlfailure swag and learn love. also this song is so next to me from twihard: a new musical coded with the pencils and/or feet providing the musical pulse. this is me very subtly begging you to listen to twihard: a new musical as put on by the esoteric ensemble productions and uploaded like a full decade ago starring danielle wade

apex predator: i love women. i love bon jovi. i love zoology. this song was made for me tina fey told me herself. i can even forgive whoever made halls rhyme with dolls because of the regina furry confirmation. the first few chords kind of give me jaws theme vibes. it’s grinding and warning and doused in grit. you get the brightness of cady’s other songs cut with the flinty, darker strings of janis’s numbers. the heavy drum sort of sounds like a heartbeat, quickening as cady realizes the might of the pride and considers how regina’s help compares to janis’s in an almost clinical manner. shout out to erika henningsen’s “exotic pet” obviously. that line should be studied by every ivy league with a literary program because regina and cady considering the other an exotic pet instead of a real friend but still seeking each other’s approval……. maybe the narrative foils are really reflections of my tin foil hat but hear me out. it’s so interesting that they refer to regina as an apex predator because apex predators are animals without natural enemies but almost every single friend or admirer of regina’s exhibits an envious kind of awe when it comes to regina. regina’s so magnetic that you can’t be her enemy but close enough to pseudo-celebrity that you can’t exactly be her friend either. also the harmony at the end combined with the epic percussion deserves its own award. no longer does egot mean anything. One must be an egota (emmy grammy oscar tony apex predator singer) to be considered showbiz royalty

stupid with love (reprise): cady is so so smart and so so stupid. aaron getting confused at a genuine compliment not solely based on his looks is adorable but i also love it when the line delivery gets changed to be more like “wow i already know i’m cool but it’s nice to hear it from the cute possibly murderous girl who sits behind me”. same goes for cady’s “shit” right after aaron swears off dating–it’s funny as hell whether she’s smiling through the pain or so disappointed in herself she looks like she’s experiencing medical shock. her making love into a function is similarly messed up but funny as hell. i literally have a google drive folder full of audio clips of the “i just don’t get it–i’ll never get it–i just don’t get it–somehow…” part it’s so serious

sexy: this is modern feminism talking i expect to run the world in shoes i cannot walk in - the greatest mind of our generation karen smith. if the national emergency alarm was changed to the ending riff i would become an arsonist just to hear it over and over again. a youtube commenter said that she sings every line like she’s waiting to be shown the script and redo it and whenever acting and singing can waltz along in magnificence together i sob in joy even if that waltz is set to trashy pop. literally every costume shown is worthy of fashion week and then some. the sex doctor bit is beyond saturday night live. sexy rosa parks deserves the world. modern feminism is a mess but at least it built the last verse of this incredible song.

someone gets hurt: regina pretending to cry and aaron being confused again and then being manipulated into a makeout session is so so funny. so terrible but so funny. the incredible blare of noise after that first “until someone gets hurt” feels like being pushed off a cliff and into a sea of warning sirens which feels fitting. if any song from the stage show were to be played by a chamber orchestra i would want it to be someone gets hurt because everything about it is almost four seasons by vivaldi to me. as i said do not expect sensible comparisons from this review. it’s really dark and intense like all of regina’s numbers but this time her style of seduction is on full display, highlighted by some heavy timpani work and a male ensemble that’s carrying more than just regina on their backs holy cow. squidward would worship regina with how she made the bass clarinet sultry despite hitting something in the high fs during each “hurt” and holding that “go” for like five seconds. the ending is giving celine dion’s villain arc. it’s also maybe the first time the audience sees aaron through the eyes of anyone other than cady who’s so starstruck she might as well be blind and we see a guy who’s still susceptible to regina’s yknow reginaness. she guilt trips him about his potential infatuation with his body and then gets extremely touchy with him while wearing a playboy bunny costume. she asks if she was a game he wanted to play despite (maybe devoid of remorse) playing him just to get back at cady. she’s making so much shit up because peeling away too many layers of her perfection would be dangerous but so would losing aaron to cady’s actual openness. first she says “fine” to mean that she’ll be fine without aaron in the reverse psychology sense, then they say “fine” to mean that they’re both hot af, then he says “fine” to agree to get back with regina and possibly to convince himself that his interest in cady can and should be pushed aside because being with regina is better for them both. love this song. hate being unable to sing a single note of it.

revenge party: my overall fave song of the obc album, the stage show, and the movie musical. words alone cannot describe the excitement that electrocutes my nerves when i hear “now you know, caddy—” because everything from that line onwards is going to be stuck in my head for at least a week. some people can’t function until their first cup of coffee in the morning, i can’t function until my first listen of revenge party. in slight relation to that gretchen’s squawking will make me spit out any drink; such has been scientifically proven over the course of several years. i actually have a line-by-line analysis of revenge party drafted so i won’t go into detail right now because i need viewer retention but i mean it when i say art freak harmonization is the best kind.

whose house is this: if kevin g has one fan it is me. let the man rap even if half his lyrics don’t make sense. i have heard the big fun from heathers comparisons. i have heard the halloween from be more chill comparisons. all of them are so incorrect i could set several houses ablaze with the rage i feel at the very suggestion that whose house is this isn’t a masterpiece. no joke this is the first song on my workout playlist. the way nobody even cares about cady in this number is hilarious and so is kevin refusing to swear. gretchen deserves all the thank yous and so does the horns section. karen’s actions are just. Absurd as they always should be. the mario kart ass instrumentals during that “turn the freaking music up” segment make me pleasantly stressed. there are traces of jungle techno but little to no traces of cady’s signature sound and the usually lax but articulate and expressive rhyme scheme of her songs switching to frenzied verses full of immaturity and inconsideration makes me feel things that should not be felt while listening to a rave number with flatulent bass.

more is better: the only romantic duet to ever exist if you ask me. the fact that cady switches from the more sincerity-charged love to like most likely because the plastics’ philosophy is to be cool about things makes me want to bite the bars of alcatraz prisons. the way cady’s signature sound only really returns after aaron chooses to leave her because she’s become regina 2.0 without even acknowledging it is the stuff of emotionally resonant legend. as i said in my aaron review post the only thing that bothers me about this number is aaron kissing cady while she’s clearly drunk and he isn’t but cady kind of gets him back after do this thing so. yay equality. aaron’s so tired of being manipulated and told to shut up i feel so bad for him. cady’s so in denial about missing her old home in any capacity and being uncomfortable with the skin she’s tried to grow into for aaron’s sake and i feel so bad for her. the shimmering sound that comes with cady singing “stars” makes me feel better though. 11/10 would be sad again. say no to excessive air conditioning and light pollution

someone gets hurt (reprise): i like it when gays have bad breakups without even dating. what more do you want. but actually i am obsessed with the way this is blocked out because the way the chaos of cady’s house gradates into the dark street where there’s nothing but her and her crumbling friendships. the link between janis and regina is really reinforced by this song and it makes me feel insane.

world burn: the only way regina can redeem herself for wearing a black turtleneck and black pants is by slaying so hard you forget she’s just printing shit and polluting the corridors and she does it in world burn. her having a recurring set of notes to follow until she absolutely loses it is iconic. i learned so much about hernia formation through this song so i think it’s also an educational heritage site. the contrast of her 1984-esque lyrics and beats with lines like “trang pak is a grotsky byotch” is beyond hilarious but in the context of the show it makes my timbers shiver. she is both manipulated and the master manipulator. renee rapp’s opt up for the ending is golden but every regina brings their own flair and intensity to it. something that really interests me is how different actresses interpret the lines “this is what i get for helping / helping someone lame fit in” because to generalize regina either thinks she was actually helping cady or is trying to convince herself/the audience that her primary motivator was controlling cady’s every action before she got too hot to ignore or because she saw her hanging around janis and damian or because regina can’t ask a girl out like a normal person. idk it’s very fun and very satisfying to listen to and ramps up the ante for all antagonistic songs ever!

i’d rather be me: did you mean the feminist anthem of the twenty-first century? i’d rather be me is pure janis in her sort of jumpy, edgy, eleven o’clock exasperated glory tuned to this effusive fusion of pop and rock. the energy this has is soooo good because every girl in school is tired of being treated like shit because of the expectations placed on them by society and the idea that by i’d rather be me the female student body of north shore is so exhausted of the plastics’ bs that they parade janis around despite shunning her for years is amazing. most criticisms of this are abt how wordy it is or how it’s not worded right but hello janis is a teenager her inner and outer monologue is not going to be as mature as fucking grizabella the glamor cat and it can include words that anyone would study for the sats like sycophant. sycophant is not that fancy a word i learned the word sycophant from a star wars fanfiction i read when i was seven how could you not know the word sycophant at age seven squared after making a living out of reviewing shows written by wordsmiths like sondheim. sorry that was mean i’m just tired of people either going “they wouldn’t talk like that they’re teenagers” or “they shouldn’t talk like that they’re part of a theatrical production worth millions of dollars!” lmao

ok so i think that janis was losing herself just as much as cady over the course of the revenge plot taking place because okay she’s ruined regina but she’s barely changed anything about herself and if her plan had worked without hitches wtf was she going to do. was she going to keep hanging out with cady. was she going to fill the power vacuum left by the plastics herself. was she going to run regina over with a bus herself. i’d rather be me is the culmination of the crushing pillars of her revenge plot and the full realization that revenge wasn’t what she wanted–she wanted to change the way the world works, change it into a place where people can just do and be without being ostracized. to me the instrumentals and the mockery in the lyrics are almost stinging?? someone with even could describe this better than me but the strings during the instrumental section between verses remind me of a mosquito bite because they’re high and sharp and put against the heavy drums and cymbal crashes they really paint this picture of a dam of anger breaking and giving way to a new wash of awareness.

also i cannot stand it when ppl say this song is the show giving endorsement to janis being a hypocrite there is a reason why all the lyrics are in future tense. she is wrapping her mind around the notion that there is no pleasing everyone, that there is no true gratification gained by holding grudges and letting them control your every thought, that if you don’t let yourself have the liberty of lashing out you’re only going to manifest your maliciousness in worse ways with longer-lasting effects. that being said let girls be haters

also the obc album should’ve let janis swear. every public performance of i’d rather be me should let janis swear. let her have a line with bite before her throat turns into a cavern where vowels go to melt into a singular solution

also janis’s costumes over the course of the whole show are amazing but her look in i’d rather be me goes so hard. if i had any of janis’s jackets i think i’d curl into it like a cocoon and wait until the heat death of the universe for metamorphosis into coolness

do this thing: no joke this is the second song on my workout playlist. i hate the title so much but i love also the audience reaction when ms norbury starts singing as if she didn’t just slay the what’s wrong with me reprise gets me every time. truly the actresses in the adult women track are so underappreciated and so are the adult women in general. kevin g’s unabashed doing of the thing regardless of the haters is iconic. the return of the heavy percussion is so enjoyable and so are the mathletes’ lines lining up with the steaming kettle sound somehow behind each buzzer even though i hate buzzers because in real life mathletes nobody wants to answer on beat. ms norbury best matchmaker ever i LOVED the detail of aaron being present for the mathletes’ win but cady clearly focusing on the competition above all else. i’m pretty sure the mathletes are also the only characters to drop an f-bomb in a song which is just fantastic + the gretchen/regina parallel between kevin and marwan regarding schquillz is phenomenal. “the limit does not exist” being both the answer to the question that signifies cady’s return to her old self with more self-assurance and the theme of the musical in terms of not limiting other people is a level of genius i will never reach.

i see stars: i’m sorry they gave cady a big finale where she calls everyone beautiful and bright and holds hands with the other girls she’s hurt and you expect me to not love it?? this one had to grow on me though because i was so bothered about the stars imagery coming up maybe like five songs before when we’d been following animals and math for the whole show. as we all know characters can only have one or two interests before they become completely incoherent. but now i know more about light pollution and have played the video of this song with the pride chorus more times than i’ve blinked so i get it. shane oman also breaking his crown during the escalation of the instrumentals from a very optimistic but singular combo of strings and cymbals into the violins and heavier drums and whatever else is such a good detail. i still get goosebumps with that “you stars” there is just so much emotion packed into this finale and the rest of the ensemble joining in is as effective as onions being cut directly into my eyes when it comes to crying. obviously my fave version of this is the one with cady and janis’s mini duet during the rhinestones don’t shine part but guaranteed this one will make me cry no matter what

now. for the songs that didn’t make it onto my absolute fave list they are still my children just bastard ones and i will go into detail about them too because there is no point in writing this post if it does not crash the tumblr dashboard for you

a cautionary tale (reprise): akin to its origins, the reprise of a cautionary tale kicking off act two is there to introduce the act, but unlike its first iteration, the reprise is literally just there. no jokes no nothing. would love to see it reworked into something that reminds the audience they’re north shore freshmen being told this story by janis and damian because i forget about that framing device until the dialogue break in i see stars every time lmao but other than that it’s serviceable and any song that involves art freak harmonization is a solid song

meet the plastics: maybe i don’t love women as much as i claim to. I don’t know why i don’t like this song more truly. Maybe i just need to listen to it more lmao because the lyrics are great, the tempo changing with each introduction is great, and gretch waiting until regina’s out of earshot to try and convert cady into a fetch truther is great. Maybe it’s the “humps my leg like a chihuahua” line that turned me off from it because nell benjamin i do not care that you wrote legally blonde i do not think regina george would bring up animal humping imagery considering what her mother puts her through unless she was hopped up on pain meds. All that being said i would die for the polyphony at the end and karen playing with cady’s hair near the end is so cute

what’s wrong with me: gretchen it’s not you it’s me and i like songs with a specific sort of climax and what’s wrong with me really does feel like a music box piece played by some dusty not-quite-antique you find in the attic that makes you feel a particular, peculiar strain of melancholy because it’s so cyclical and fragile. which is the point, probably! It just sounds really different from the rest of the show and i feel like the lyrics don’t quite fit the language we’ve heard gretch using so far but maybe that’s also part of the point. That being said the line “see that you see what’s wrong with me” makes me go mad because there are so many ways to interpret it. Is she telling the audience that they should be able to see what’s wrong with her? Is she saying that the audience sees something good in regina that she can’t see anymore because of her constant mistreatment? Is she once again asking what’s wrong with her or has she finally had a breakthrough about her dismal self-esteem?

fearless: oh my god a cady song and act ender that i’m not totally into sound the sirens. but really fearless without the revisitation of the it roars/wild life passage that tells the audience what makes her fearless aside from wanting to move to america (which might make her more fearless than i thought now i sound that out but still) isn’t my favorite songs despite it having some of my favorite moments like karen’s ribbon dance, gretchen’s very cool dance, cady mirroring regina’s pose on top of the cafeteria table at the start of meet the plastics at the end, the mini someone gets hurt reprise at the end, it isn’t my favorite to listen to because the lyrics are just all over the place. Cady why are you saying that she’ll go cry to mama do you think mrs george is sober enough for that. Cady why are you spouting live love laugh merchandise ass quotes. Cady why are you quoting dwayne the rock johnson “imagine stronger, better, bolder” are you going to play a lacrosse game against regina. Why does karen not wear more vests after this number

You know what made me care about fearless?? The fearless reprise. Oh my god the fearless reprise. I need to make a separate post about the fearless reprise but i can’t listen to it more than once a day or i’ll end up crying for hours on end.

stop: is it homophobic of me to put three damian songs on this list? probably but i make up for it by filling that broadway cares bucket every time i can. and it’s not that i even really dislike stop!! I have so many thoughts about stop!! i just don’t like it when compared to the other songs that can hold up inside and outside the context of the show!! i just feel like it has to be experienced live to understand its award-losing enormity unlike where do you belong and even then it sounds noticeably different from the rest of the show + essentially pauses the narrative to talk about a whole other story that never gets resolved outside of damian being ghosted (i thought theater was supposed to provide escapism 😔) and then frays a bunch of threads out from the ensemble in a way that doesn’t feel quite as well sewn in as the worship we see during apex predator or after rockin’ around the pole because like. it’s funny sure but just the act before we saw that things can be funny while also moving the story along past attempting to hammer in the message “stop ignoring your real friends” in cady’s thickened-by-makeup head.

also how does damian even know about her word vomit. cady barely even word vomits in the stage show. it’s all just word coughing fits of confusion and unintentional comedy under peer pressure. whenever she says something embarrassing she either gets cut off or turns it into a whole song. i’m sorry damian i love you and your stupid straw hat but we just saw the whole show we don’t need a recap of everything that happened in the last hour with almost zero internal rhymes and without the frantic pacing of ya got trouble from the music man. cmon.

onto things i love about stop tho which are a) the gaiety (and gay-ty) b) the dancing and c) the staging. i love it when gay characters just get to be silly goofy instead of singing themselves to their graves and even if damian was built off the dramatic thespian homostereotype he gives me the impression of a silly goofy teen trying to balance the interests of his best friends with his sanity through the medium he’s most comfortable in which happens to be literally show-stopping song-and-dance number. also we get cadnis content in the background and the choreo i’ve seen for how janis plays keep away with cady’s phone only gets better (which of course is a synonym for gayer. let the babies hold hands before they yell at each other in the street and see a 15-second death they’re both sort of kind of responsible for). the dancing of course is wonderful. i mean does it make sense in-story for damian to somehow be popular enough with the ladies to rally them into a giant dance break after asking them to divulge their biggest, darkest secrets like an hour after being kicked out of the girls’ bathroom and calling one of them danny devito? probably not. is it really enjoyable when you aren’t itching to get back to the main story? yes. it also makes north shore feel more authentic in a sense?? obviously there’s so much about the social hierarchy exaggerated for comedic effect but yeah public high school is that crazy one day you’ll hear that a classmate got into a drunk driving accident and the next you’ll hear that the same classmate scored an audition for the x factor. and the transition from the art classroom, which is one of my fave sets in the whole show because aghhhh i want to pause everything and analyze art whenever it comes up in a tv show or movie or video game or musical because it’s almost never just art present for the sake of filling the set! there’s a reason why the set designers put that there or downloaded that asset or whatever! based on the official yt video in stop we see a sort of cubist portrait of janis ian, a few monochrome figure studies, and some more abstract pieces and i so want to know what this number would’ve looked like in-universe. did cady legit just run out of class to confront damian and get swept into a gay tea spilling session until the end of the day. be glad you got suspended girl

so. while i cannot begin to fathom the stamina it takes for damian to go from that gorgeous dance break into the grand vocal ending—philip doesnt know what he’s missing out on for sure—stop is not something i play on purpose but if the obc album shuffles to it i won’t complain!

what’s wrong with me (reprise): is it homophobic of me to put every gretchen song sans whose house is this on this list? probably but again it’s just not something i can put on repeat/a number i think depends on the production to arouse much entertainment value. it’s fucking hilarious though i’ll give it that. like it might be in the top three of mg songs when it comes to unadulterated comedy. my heart breaks when gretchen realises she’s stuck in this cycle of servitude and is still being hurt by the people she most desires the approval of and her work is still going unappreciated and then i get a heart attack from laughing because regina’s reign of terror is so absolute even her own mother has feared her from the age of three onwards?? in addition to that what’s wrong with me reprise is why i cannot stand for mrs george hate she’s just a girl too. a toxic girl who never emotionally developed past high school but like. what do you want her to do. she has never had a heartfelt conversation with her daughter ever. also “why couldn’t it just be drugs” is so funny to me because yknow. reggie gets hit by a bus and spends the rest of the show so high she forgets her love languages are acts of slanderous service, passive-aggressive gifts, weaponized physical touch, quality time spent playing hard to get, and words of refutation. taylor louderman deserved a tony for pulling the kalteen bar scream off every night too i think it’s night queen aria levels of difficulty.

the funniest part of this song to me is probably the way it starts and ends so abruptly. usually you can tell when a song’s about to start in a musical but gretchen nearly breaking down into sobs as soon as cady turns her non-self-tanned back without missing a beat is both relatable and hysterical. my girl is clinging to les mis motifs and middle school herd mentality in a world meant for fosse tributes. the spotlight is only on her when she talks about how dim her light feels in comparison to other characters. then mrs george joins in and you get the first female/female duet to rival defying gravity since idk. everything in fun home. i take cash and credit not criticism.

but really the gretchen/mrs george connection is so interesting because they tether themselves to regina in a style that’s irreconcilable with happiness on either end and they know that but possibly for a mix of selfish and sympathetic reasons don’t want to leave in any capacity. the way they’re separated on stage by little more than a change in colored lighting is interesting too and raises the question of whether or not they’re aware that regina’s sun is burning those closest to her in general.

also. can plastic cady snap and yell at me i want to feel something

in conclusion i love you pezberrywhoreee thank you for asking this. i think i said the words “also” and “but” more times than i said the word “gay” and that’s a real hurdle to fly over. i think i expect many random things in your inbox hereafter as retribution/reward depending on how you see it

#sigh.#mean girls the musical #mean girls musical #mean girls broadway

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unexpectedbrickattack · 6 months

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Ngl I'm kind of dillydallying around my own SDV fixation and i'd KILL to see what your brain is doing to this game like i for one would eat up dat stuff UP . . .

I love the way this is phrased; genuinely 😭💖 like im a force of nature tearing through any new interest like its made of wet tissue paper 💥💥💥

I thought about it some more and i will (eventually) make an sdv blog. Its going to be a mess having all my interests on one dashboard (im lazy and i dont want to sign in and out all the time for diff accounts lol) but i need sdv stuff in sight or ill explode. For now tho i will ramble about random hcs rattling around in my brain

- The valley is FULL of magic, but not alot of Magical Beings that utilize that magic. If the residents of pelican town knew more about magic, there would be alot more wizards than just. The Wizard.

- Everyone in pelican town has some kind of latent magic, or at the very least, an affinity or sensitivity to magic. I like to think that magic builds in very secluded corners of their world and the area including (and surrounding) pelican town is simply one of those places.

-(sorry, i am just obsessed with Places and Magic) I like the idea of your farmer being drawn to pelican town bc they have a bit of magic in them. The letter is just A Letter, but it is the desire to see this town that makes them leave their old life behind. I am obsessed w the idea that the magic in the farmer craves the valley bc it sees the valley as its home, and by extension, the farmer sees the valley as their home. The people of pelican town rarely leave bc the magic in them sees the valley as their home always. The biggest examples of this are Kent, Demetrius, Evelyn, Emily and Shane. The huge exceptions to this (still workin on it) are lewis and sebastian; lewis bc i see him as a normal, non-magical being trying to wrangle the weirdness of this town, and sebastian bc his feelings of isolation and not being understood propels him to crave the world outside of the valley. (That changes a bit if u befriend him/romance him)

-(shane is weird bc hes super depressed and lonely but his happiness comes from his new ‘ragtag family’ (his words) and his very Not Normal chickens. The animals of the valley love him bc he loves them and he becomes tied to the valley bc of it. Marnie has always loved the animals of the valley and some of the love they had for her definitely rubbed off onto shane, who very openly admits he loves the chickens 💙)

-I wasnt very fond of the idea of purple=magic but i think that was bc i often saw it as a way to tie-in the wizard and abigail. I am still trying to get through the friendships for everyone but rn it doesnt feel like theres any connection between them (and caroline). But. I do like the idea of odd, unnatural colors coming through bc of magic. Alex and Pierre having normal brown hair; Haley and Sam being true blondes. BUT. Shane and Jas having purple-ish hair. Emily and Caroline have blue toned hair. Even vincent have pinkish hair 🥺💖 (and dare i say….sebastian with purple/black hair like shane 👀…maybe he has more magic in him than hed like to believe). Abigail doesnt count bc from what ive seen, Caroline laments about her daughters dyed hair. “When she was younger it used to be chestnut brown” which…awww she took after her dad lol.

- LAST THING. This is not an hc i am just mad about this. I cannot believe the game doesnt allow u to befriend Marlon. What the fuck. What the fuck !!! I love him!!! I want to be friends w the chill monster slayer! Im a monster slayer too!!! Let me give him gifts !!! Fuck ! 😭😭😭💥💥💥💥 Also. I know how to write old man yaoi. They shouldve let me do a romance path for willy, clint and marlon. And the wizard i guess but someone already did that. Linus doesnt count bc hes ascended the need for human romance; hes one w nature (read. aroace). And we (linus and willy and the farmer) already co-raise leo so that counts for something i think 🤔

#answered #chattin #sdv #sorry that 80% of this was about the fucking Town #but i am obsessed w Places that Feel #Magic that Feels #wants and craves and breathes with emotion #you come to the valley bc the magic in you misses home #the valley calls for you bc she misses you #not just the magic but the person who has kept this magic safe and warm #the valley knows when to let go. but it also knows when to reach out and bring you back #everyones got little tethers on them. she wonders what everyone is up to #the farmer wants something beyond this desk and she gives a little tug #she hums along the tether to kent and its funny; she doesnt need to pull at all; he comes back as soon as hes able #sebastian wants to see whats out there; find his purpose; and she unravels the tether as much as he needs it to be #anyway hi. welcome to my destroyed whirlwind room of a brain #this doesnt scratch like. the wildlife of the valley. the magic in the farm and crops. the seasons #the moonlight jellies (and how u can see them in fern island sometimes)#lewis and his many many crimes (read. he is wack and i hate him)#the emily/shane friends w benefits agenda i have going on (and harvey/elliot ship that i love so dearly)#and the jodi/kent/caroline polycule u didnt think u needed until i said it just now #i have like. too many thots. its literally consuming brain. i fall asleep thinking of this fucking game #and the version of it that exists in my head rentfree LMAO

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voiceofsword · 1 year

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hiii can i ask you about cannibal niki?? what ya think bout him?? (in theory, where Niki's parents were the ones who 'ate fish' in the cult of Shinkai!!) and if ya open to request can i see a lil rinniki kiss?? on cheeks or something like dat just a smol doodle🤲 (AND SORRY ABOUT MY ENG IDK HOW TO WRITE😭)

hello anon! putting this behind a readmore again bc it might be a little long (it is) but i assure you the doodle is at the end of the post! sorry if i sound at all hostile during any parts of this post i tried to look back and change the wording for a lot of things, but like that other long ass rinne post i made it's smth i feel very strongly about! 🙇

i’m gonna keep it real with you, i’m not particularly fond of that headcanon! i feel like i’ve mentioned it before, and i respect anyone who likes it, but i see it as sort of edginess with no concrete basis besides gags and a crucial main story scene (that i think disproves it), therefore i don’t rly like talking about it or discussing it. i’ll go on to explain where i think the origin for this headcanon lies, bc while i do think it’s something that can be extrapolated from the story, it’s not necessarily the “truth” behind niki’s parents, or him being a cannibal, or anything like that.

in the main story chapters 136-140 eichi goes on to explain crazy:b’s weak points: if worse comes to worst, alkaloid can use these points against them to take them down. in 139 specifically, eichi says that niki himself is hard to exploit — but they can use his father’s infamy to their favor. niki’s father was a famous chef known for his cooking tv programs. he had a period of popularity which was quickly ended when rumors were spread about him using human meat during one of his shows, and thus he was sworn to never be on tv again.

you see, it’d be perfectly reasonable to assume niki’s father is a cannibal if eichi said this in all seriousness. however, taking context into account and how during this and the previous chapters eichi is going out of his way to make crazyb sound as bad as he feasibly can, it shows that this is their last resort and that the smear campaign needs to WORK. ES needs to make crazy:b look as bad as possible to make them give up. also eichi is kind of known for making his speech grandiose and generally making things sound more severe than they actually are, this is enstars 101. and even so, eichi himself softens the claim immediately afterwards, saying that these accusations were made at a time when tv stations were trying to get the idol industry back on its feet — they made that up, because they wanted to make sure there was no competition on the same network! and he follows that up with saying “yeah lol that’s pretty normal in this industry”.

i won’t make any mention of the shinkai cult here because there rly is no ties except for…the cannibalism, i think? i also feel like what kanata talks about in meteor impact addresses something that may or may not have happened a long, long time ago, and at a very dire time rather than something reoccurring — and i doubt niki’s parents were even alive. i havent seen this spoken about anywhere else so im not sure where you’re coming from, sorry anon :(

that aside, niki also seems to be at least somewhat aware of what happened, and the ramifications it had on his own life. you have to understand, niki’s parents left the country when these allegations started popping up, and niki’s been on his own since then — niki’s not stupid. if his parents didn’t tell him, he pieced it together himself. he knows what happened, and generally makes light of the situation and having to live on his own because that’s just how he is; these events have helped shape how niki is, on a fundamental level. but all of that aside, he more than anyone knows that his father would never do something like that, that all of it is baseless lies made to hurt him:

when i say these things shaped him, i mean that the incident has made him feel like, regardless of whether the allegations are true or not, his father caused a lot of trouble to many people. niki idolized his father — and seeing this happen to him, niki is left to think that he, too, is bound to cause people problems, both bc of this, and his constitution. he makes it a point to be like i don’t want to be like my father, again, not because of the cannibalism, but because the whole ordeal had very lasting repercussions on niki, on their family, perhaps even for any chef that might’ve pursued a similar career path to his father. i find it hard to believe that it was a one and done type thing; tabloid news and everything. he probably had his name run through the mud.

niki consciously tries to not make trouble, he laughs off his insecurities, he tries not to take up too much space, even now. gotta keep his image clean but it's also like. obviously hes not really going out of his way to expose himself and be in the culinary world more than he needs to. he carries the weight of knowing his family name is taboo so that just kind of bleeds onto how he perceives himself and what he does — that coupled with his condition makes him feel like he deserves the bare minimum. bc of these things happening, i can also imagine his parents drilled the idea into his head before they left — to not cause trouble for others if it’s the last thing he does. kind of on the nose, niki does mention during one of the flashbacks that his father told him human meat is the one thing he must absolutely never do. which is like. well, yeah

also (tapping mic) part of the reason rinne causes so much trouble for him is because he wants niki to see that it’s ok to cause trouble for him back — that if niki goes out of his way to do stuff for him, even if begrudgingly, rinne can pay him back in kind. one of rinne’s main drives is that he wants to be able to dismantle this idea niki has in his head that he’s less deserving of good things because of his past, and his body. i’d even go as far to say that it’s an integral part of their relationship and both of their characters. um anyways

people are allowed to think or portray him however they want, of course, but i think saying that his father is a cannibal and thus niki is a cannibal too feels like completely dismissing parts of his character for the sake of making this otherwise “wholesome” person be more 'edgy' and perhaps aligning more to their tastes. i can’t police how people perceive him but i think a lot of where this stems from is wanting to have a character to project specific aesthetics onto, latching onto small bits of his story and lines without really looking at the full picture.

niki tries so hard to be someone who can move past these allegations and still struggles with thinking that he can do what he likes lest he be like his father, so, idk. i personally don’t like to engage w/ or see these interpretations. to each their own!

also as to why niki makes jokes about eating people and it’s somewhat a recurring gag with him: well personally i think he’s just a little weird. it’s done in a cutesy playful way like "omg u smell so good i could eat you right up!" and its more like... a compliment. (esp coming from him w his rly good sense of smell and taste) yeah its joking abt eating ppl but not joking abt cannibalism itself its all theoretical eating. (have u never joked about wanting to eat someone up…or wanting to bite ppl.. i think it’s kind of like that. it’s just that they juice him for the bit)

also to thank you for your patience. here’s the doodle ♡

#niki shiina #mimthinks #if you read til the end and are like damn why did i read all of this? tbf i Did Warn You #also anon ur english is totally fine!! do not fret

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riddle-me-ri · 1 year

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Different Penguins x female reader who is insecure about her high-pitched voice and therefore speaks rather softly, if you are so kind! ♥️

A/N: aww, this is so cute, I don’t have a high-pitched voice, but I can highly relate to not liking my voice rip. Again, sorry this took a minute! I hope you enjoy anon! Also, lame title is lame I couldn’t think of anything better rip. Also this is the first headcanons to include the two new pengys from my colony! Hope you enjoy them!

The Penguins Comforting a F!Reader About Her Voice

Arkhamverse Penguin:

“Geez…pipe down Y/N. My ears are bleedin’ over here!”

“Damn! How is it dat you can speak at a frequency only dogs are supposed to hear? So damn high.”

“Jesus did you swallow a whistle or something?”

“Love…love…hey, Y/N! What’s distracting you, love?” Oz had a gloved hand slightly shaking yoru shoulder.

You shook your head slightly, slowling hushing the harsh comments from Oswald’s henchmen earlier. You were just doing Oz a favor and it ended up biting you back in a way you didn’t expect.

“S-Sorry, just was remembering things from earlier…” You muttered softly.

“May I ask what things?”

You shook your head again. You didn’t want to get the guys in trouble. Yeah, they were assholes, but it also wasn’t their fault that your voice was the way it was.

Oz gave you a flat smile, but nodded, not wanting to push the subject anymore.

Oz attempted to change the subject, talk about the Iceberg Lounge, some of the rogues he managed to bump into. Yet, you only seemed to offer short and quiet replies.

He hates when you do this. Oswald absolutely adores every thing about you. Especially your voice, he’ll never understand why you grow quiet sometimes.

“C’mon, love. Talk to me, you know how happy it makes me to hear you…”

“I-I’m sorry, Ozzie…I just don’t want to…to..” You spoke as soft as a feather.

“To what, love?”

You start scratching the back of your neck, your nerves going haywire. “I-I don’t want to make your ears..b-bleed.”

Oswald furrowed his eyebrows. “What? Love, you’d never…I never…who told you that?”

You gulped. “N-No one…I just know…”

“Love.” He scooted hsi chair so he was next to you instead of in front of you. “I don’t know who told you, you made their ears bleed, but know this…they didn’t deserve to hear you anyway. I love your voice, it’s sweet and pure, just like you. When I hear you talk and say my name, it makes this old ticker of mine swell up.”

You found your small grimace slowly growing into a smile. “Y-You really mean that?”

“There it is!” He kissed your cheek. “And I do mean it, with everything in me.”

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin:

Oswald didn’t like this. No, he didn’t like it one bit.

You had mention before to him about your insecurities with your voice. How you knew it was higher pitched than most. How many people found it annoying, how some thought you were just putting it on. Oswald did his best to put your insecurities at ease, but you both also knew the world continued to be a cruel judgemental place.

It was another night at the Iceberg Lounge. You and Ozzie were mingling with some of the guests. However, you soon realized your group wasn’t so accepting of you…or your voice.

“My God, how can Cobblepot stand that walking whistle.” One guy joked.

You were about to say something, when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Simple. He loves this walking whistle. Especially her clear, sweet, shining voice. The only thing bringing the mood down is your tone of voice..”

“Ozzie..” The red in your face flushing to flattery instead of anger.

“O-O-Of course, Mr. Cobblepot…I-I didn’t mean any d-disrespect.”

Oz didn’t respond. He just kept looking at the man dead in the eyes.

It didn’t take long for the man to scatter along with his company.

Your eyes widened. You may never quite get used to just how much influence Oswald had on others. Just how much people actually feared him, but it’s hard to find fear in someone you cherish.

You hugged his side. “Thank you..” You said clearly, almost proudly.

Oswald kissed the top of your head. “Don’t mention it, sweetheart. Don’t silence yourself for none of these punks.”

Gotham Penguin:

Oswald absolutely adored your voice. It was like crystals glistening in the morning light. So gorgeous and rich, he never understood why you made yourself so quiet and never let your true voice shine through.

The two of you were reading in the common area of the mansion. However, this evening he wanted you to read to him.

“And, this time, my sweet. I want you to read with your full voice.” Oswald took a seat in the chair opposite you.

“F-Full voice?” You stammered quietly.

“Yes, please? I miss hearing it.”

“Y-You don’t think it’s…well…shrilling?”

“I think it’s very delicate, yet strong. It’s yours, a part of you, and I adore everything about you.”

You softly gasped at that. It’s taken months for him to be so forward with you and his feelings. “Y-You really mean that, don’t you?”

“Y/N, you know me better than anyone, and you know more than anything I am a man of my word.”

You giggled. “Yes, that’s true.”

Fueled by new found confidence you were not going to annoy your boyfriend. You began reading with zero hesitation and with no filter.

Your smile grew when you glanced from your book to see Oswald proudly smile back at you.

BTAS Penguin:

“I wish I had a voice like yours, Ozzie..” You mentioned softly.

Oswald barely heard you, as he fed his aviary. “W-What do you mean, dearest?”

“Your voice is just so…warm, proper, and tender…u-unlike mine..” You muttered.

“Oh, my sweet dove…but I love your voice just the way it is!”

“R-Really?” You covered your mouth with both of your hands when you heard your voice at full volume.

Oswald shook his head, disapprovingly. He grabbed the wrist of your hands and slowly brought them away from your mouth.

“Really, I do. Your voice reminds me of the sweet morning dove that serenades the rising sun. It’s so delicate and precious, much like yourself.” He squeezed your hands to empahsize his words.

“Oh, Ozzie…you’re just saying that..” You looked away from him, your face slowly warming up.

“Not at all, my dear. I mean every word…I wish you would believe me..” His thumb began caressing your very red cheek.

“I-I think you just might make me believe, Ozzie.” You said proudly.

TNBA Penguin:

“Oswald…” You called softly.

“Yes, my dear?” You two were settling in to bed. You were in the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror. You looked at Oz through the mirror, reading a book in bed.

You began making your way from the bathroom to the bedroom. “W-What do you think of going out Wednesday night?” You got under the covers next to him, still speaking as delicate as possible.

“That sounds splendid, darling…however…”

You looked up surprised. “What is it?”

“However…I’m going to need you to start speaking normally, my dove. I can hear you now in the serenity of our nest, but surely not in the company of others.” He insisted.

“Oh, uh…well…” You bit your bottom lip. Trying to think of what to say instead of letting your insecurities come pouring out.

“Darling, is everything all right?”

“You don’t think I sound too…high pitched?” You inquired.

Oswald put down his book, his eyebrows burrowed in thought, but not for long. “No, not at all. I find your voice lovely, dearest…has someone told you otherwise?”

“I-uh-well…I have been told so, occasionally growing up.” You explained.

“Hm…and there hasn’t been any recent incidences..correct?”

You nodded. “Y-yes…”

“Well, I’d say everyone whose told you such awful things…are just envious. They wish they could have a divine voice.”

You looked up at him, with a look of disbelief on your face.

“I love it when you chatter with excitement, causing your voice to get higher. I love how you say my name, and I love it even more because its a part of you.”

You exhale shakily, trying to keep the tears of happiness overflow. Instead you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his neck.

“T-Thanks, Ozzie..”

Oswald chuckled as he squeezed you back in the embrace. “Yes, exactly like that, my dear.”

Telltale Penguin:

You’ve been talking so quiet all day. Oswald couldn’t understand what made you so hush hush. You two were walking through his parents’ park. His heart swelled up whenever you picked up some lose trash or grabbed a napkin from your bag and wetted it to try and wipe away from of the graffiti. You were the most precious thing to him, but yet you were so quiet and reluctant to speak all day.

“Hey, love, is there something wrong? Feelin’ under the weather?”

“Huh? Oh..uh no I’m fine..” You assured breathlessly.

“Why’re you talkin’ so soft, then?” He turned around and cut in front of you path. Bringing your once peaceful stroll to a halt.

You looked up at him. He wasn’t upset, more curious than anything. He leaned his head down, inviting you to respond to him.

“Well?”

“I-I just…my voice is annoying. I know it annoys you…it annoys everyone..”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Oz put his hands on your shoulders. He peered down at you, lifting your head up by your chin between his thumb and index finger. “If you think I find you annoying, love you don’t know me at all…”

“Y-You’re just saying that…”

“Love, I know I kid with you a lot, but not at your expense. I love everything about you, including your voice.”

Oz leaned into your ear and whispered. “Especially when you’re screaming my name..”

“Ozzie!” You shoved him to the side and you began speed walking away from him.

“No, no…not quite like that, but that’s better!” He strided off to catch up with you, as you groaned to yourself.

One Bad Day Penguin:

“Ozzie can you hand me the remote?”

“Sorry, what was that, sugar?”

“Could you hand me the remote?”

Oswald hits his ear with the heel of his hand. “Hmm..maybe that’ll help, can you try again?”

“Oswald…” You groaned.

“I heard that a little better.”

“You can hear me you jerk!” You asserted, leaning over his lap and snatching the remote from his side.

“Well, now I can! You’re not mumbling quietly to yourself.”

Your face fell from defiance to distraught. “Oh..I-uh…didn’t notice…sorry.”

“Y’know, it’s not the only time you do that kinda thing…is everything, okay?” Oswald was nothing if not observant as hell. You really should’ve known better.

“I…I just, trying to control my voice I guess..” You tried to explain.

Oswald blinked rapidly as his eyebrows furrowed. “Why? There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Oh, please, Ozzie…I-I know it can sound rather..pitchy and that’s probably aggravating.”

“Says who? I never said that.” He looked over at you. “Did someone say that to you?”

“No, no! I…um…well..figured it was a safe assumption.”

“Well, you know that old saying about assuming..” Oz nudged his shoulder against yours.

You giggled. “It’s just I’ve been told that…before by others.”

“I think you know me well enough to know I’m not like the others, darling.”

“I know, I do know. And I love you for it…tremendously.” You leaned your head on his shoulder.

Oswald kissed your head. “And I love you, sweetheart. You and your voice, don’t lower it or change it for anyone.”

The Batman (2004) Penguin:

Oswald has a difficult time computing this. Like have…have you heard his voice? It sounds like his vocal chords are going through a cheese grater (his thoughts not mine, I love this wee gremlin). He knows his voice isn’t the most soft, tender, or elegant voice in the world, but it’s his and he’s proud of it.

For you to have such a beautiful and bright voice, only to be so unsure about it to were you’re barely speaking above a whisper…it hurts him.

“Hey, Y/N…why do you do that?” Oswald asked.

The two of you had just gotten back to your shared apartment after a date. You had been whispering and speaking in a hushed tone all night. Often having to repeat yourself to him.

“Do what, Ozzie?” You questioned as softly as a feather.

“Like that! Whispering, all quiet. That’s not your normal voice.”

You bit your lip, you managed to get through the whole night speaking in a more refined tone. You never suspected he would actually caught on to it.

“Well, um…I just…” You sighed. “I didn’t want to ruin the night with my squeaks and shrills..” You mumbled.

“You…” Oswald shook his head in disbelief. “You didn’t…you wouldn’t ruin the night. I missed your voice all night! I love your squeals and squeaks, they’re adorable! Just like you!” He exclaimed, waddling over to you and taking your hands in his.

“Wait…really?”

“Of course! Is that why you were talking all muddled and hushed? If anyone has a problem with your voice, they’re gonna have to answer to me about it!” He snarled.

You giggled and combed your fingers through his spiky orange hair. “Thank you, Ozzie” You squeaked.

“Don’t mention it, sweet thing. Glad to have your voice back!”

Batman Unlimited Penguin:

You really should know better than to speak so softly. His ears aren’t exactly what they used to be.

“My dear, I’m sorry, could you say that again, perhaps a bit louder?”

You two were in the middle of planning the grand-opening of the new aviary at the Gotham Zoo. You held the itinerary of the events and a spare map of the entire aviary.

“Oh, uh…yeah, sorry, Oswald.” You stammered.

“You’ve been speaking low and soft all day, do you have something ailing you, beloved?”

“I-I-uh…no…not exactly. I-I’m fine.” You insisted, straightening out the papers in hand to try and focus back on the job at hand.

Oswald had other ideas. He grabbed the items from your hand and shoved them down and out of view.

“Oswald-I’m fine! Honest!”

He just looked at you, deep into your eyes. Oz’s eyes never wavered, but yours did. Your pupils constantly darting back and forth, left and right.

“Y/N…I’d like to think we’ve grown close enough to discuss anything that troubles us.”

Your heart sunk at just how hurt he sounded, not out of anger or sadness, just confused.

“I’m sorry,” You piped up at normal pitch. “I-I didn’t mean to make you worry, I just know my…normal voice can be…a lot.”

“What do you mean, dearest? I can never get enough of your voice…has someone told you to change it?”

“I-I, well, no…not recently anyway.”

Oswald sighed. If anyone knew about the cruelities of human perception to even the slightest flaw or suspected abnormalities it would be him.

He offered you a soft smile. “Y/N, my dearest, darling Y/N. I will always love you just as you are. Voice, and all. I would never ever ask you to change a thing. And anyone who has wish they could change something in themselves but can’t. And they weren’t worth your time or energy anyway.”

You found yourself smiling back at Oz.

Oswald let his hand go from the documents and let you lift them back up to view.

“Please, my love, one more time. With your one true beautiful voice.”

You leaned down to the side of his face and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “With pleasure, Ozzie!”

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