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Do you guys ever think about how no one showed up to Alex’s auditions. I know I laugh when he lies to Brian about there being a ton of people who auditioned but like
Alex Kralie held his auditions from 11am-7pm. He sat there for 8 hours waiting for people to show up
The next couple minutes of entry 84 shows cuts of him waiting clearly bored and disappointed until Brian and Tim show up. Brian says he’s taking Tim to dinner and Alex mentions he’s right about to pack up. The only reason Tim auditions is bc Brian gets him to
Alex Kralie sat there for 8 hours and only one person showed up for his auditions he just wanted to make a dumb student film with his friends and none of them showed up
I can't get over the one sided love of a deity trapped in stone with a newcomer to their land.
Fields of Misteria has a dragon statue that seemes to be romanceable later on named Caldarus. They are immortal and trapped in stone because they have grown weak and their memory fuzzy.
You nurse then back into power by collecting nature essence by doing things around your farm. Cutting grass, tending crops. Cutting trees, clearing rocks etc.
I can't get over this idea of one sided longing or enamorment now. A mostly silent being who watches from afar as you wake up everyday just before the sun comes over the mountains in the distance and begin your work.
Diligently clearing land, planting and lovingly caring for your crops. The strength you built as an adventurer coming in handy with cutting down large trees and smashing large rocks with ease. The gentle way you handle your farm animals and the bonds you build with the community.
The beam of pride you have when you complete a days worth of work. Tired, sweaty, dirty---but happy and content.
They watch you get frustrated when you get tired and you're so close to being done, when your backpack gets too full too soon, watching you take breaks to restore your stamina and how you treat animals, even bugs, with kindness by shooing them away before clearing the next plot of land.
They see the gentle smile of your face as you water and weed your plants and hear you regale the silent stone with stories of your adventuring days. They see you run past into the village with gifts to give and materials to offer, help to aid those that need it.
They feel sad when you sleep in, noting how unusual it is for you to sleep in late and plead for you to take care of yourself and not push so hard. The mines are dangerous and their power is limited.
The find themselves worrying for you. Did you remember to make food? Are you eating a proper diet? Are you remembering to rest? You can be so stubborn sometimes.
They despise being so weak, they wish to speak to you more, to see your eyes light up with new information and to keep you company. To aid you in your self appointed quest of a manageable farm and happy life.
They find themselves excited for dawn, when you come out and stand in front of their statue--coffee in hand while you plan your day, knowing they can't respond but still treating them kindly, gently.
You make sure to scrub them clean when the rain comes to avoid mildew and moss growing on them. It can't be comfortable and somehow you think of it like a virus for them. They're your friend and you want them to be taken care of, since, as a statue it's not like they can clean themselves.
They think you are devoted to kindness to those around you.
And they wish to reward such devotion.
By returning it in kind.
𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮
▷ jjh x reader
▷ 0.5k words, inspired by the platters' only you
a/n: yeah so,,, had to indulge my jaehyun heart a little and i was just feeling this song 🤧😔 (couldn't wait until the jaehyun taylor swift au lmfaoo)
Oooonly yooouuu~ The sweet, deep voice crooned after the guitar, a stark contrast to the weeping that had once filled the apartment.
You whirled around, a stupid grin slapped on your face as you laughed through the tears cascading down the slopes of your cheeks. "You're so—you're so stupid."
Jeong Jaehyun smiled, his dimple deeply indented into his soft cheek. "Stupidly good," he corrected you as he made his way from the vinyl record player and to the couch. You had made yourself into a little cocoon of blankets and snotted tissue paper within the thirty minutes you had arrived home, stood up from your Valentine's date, having called Jaehyun on the way.
To be completely honest, Jae was pissed that some idiot guy had stood you up, today of all days. He had happily excused himself from his own half-hearted date (a date he only accepted because you were going out) to come home to comfort you. He found you, wallowing in your own despair, all alone. And so he came in and quietly put the record on.
Jaehyun wrapped his arms around you, blankets and used tissues and all, in greeting. "Hi, darling. How're you doing?"
You sniffled and wondered how he could stand the disgusting amount of snot that you were blowing into your tissue. "Okay," you replied quietly, voice hoarse from the sad amount of bawling you just did while he wasn't here. You thought it was stupid, how much you cried over the bozo who stood you up. "I look… like shit," you laughed, grimacing at the trash littered around you.
"Your date was shit," he muttered back, suppressing the pure annoyance in his tone. "Why are you moping over him anyway?"
You looked at him, a silent question asking what else you were supposed to do. You had gotten all dolled up, only to get stood up. All of that makeup was gone, that pretty, red dress tossed into the back of your closet.
(Jaehyun thought you looked good in everything, but the sweats you had on now were making his heart do a few cartwheels, actually.)
Jaehyun made a noise of indignation. "Tsk, no more of this." He suddenly stood, digging into your blankets to grab your hands and haul you up from the couch.
"Jae—"
"No," he refused, shaking his head. "I'm not letting you do this to yourself, Yn." He held both of your hands and smiled. (You could have died on the spot from the smile he gave you.) "Dance with me."
With only a little balking, you let him guide you in a gentle sway with your arms hung around his neck and his arms looped around your waist. He tucked his chin into the crook of your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin.
Then he began to sing.
"You are my… destiny," he hummed softly, making butterflies soar in your stomach. "When you hold my hand, I understand—"
Every high note reached to tonal perfection, in the specific kind of soft perfection that Jaehyun was.
"—the magic that… you do."
Jaehyun pulled back for the next line, eyes gazing into yours so deeply you might drown. Sincerity was so stark in his dark irises; every word he sang came from the depths of his heart. "You're my dream come true. My one… and only you."
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CRIES
Why are my eyes and my heart and my soul so heavy? I keep on trying to embrace you both, why won't you let me?
The Death of Hyacinthos.
Don’t count on it Mabel sweetie. Welcome to the Thirty More Years AU
This is for the people who didn’t party in their teens and twenties. For the people who didn’t have that “coming of age” movie experience with shenanigans and revelations. This is for the people who mostly keep to themselves. Who maybe prefer things to be quieter and gentler. This is for the people who don’t feel like they belong in a culture that values loud parties and flashing lights. I see you. And you are valid.
to have, to hold
pairing: non-idol!jun x gn!reader [reader has a uterus!!!]
genre: comfort :(
word count: ~0.5k
warnings: menstruation/period comfort fic. mentions of bad cramps. no real proofreading sorry :(
daisy's notes: ive had someone try it before but if u try to be gross in the replies, ur gonna get blocked!!!
Jun heard your crying before he ever saw you. Thankfully, despite the way his heart would always drop when he heard you crying, he knew what was going on. Therefore, he was ready to go straight into boyfriend mode for you.
And if that meant cuddling? Then so be it.
He'd picked up everything you'd asked him to get on his way home and dropped the bag at the foot of the bed, already climbing in to come to you. Your heating pad was plugged in and pressed against your abdomen, and he could see your wet cheeks in the low light as you uncurled just enough to look at him. Jun knew you: he knew your cramps were always particularly painful. On a good day, medicine could help a little bit...
But on days like these? All he could do was climb closer, letting you seek refuge in his arms for a bit. He shut his eyes, resting his head on yours as he traced hearts onto your back, feeling the way your grip tightened at his back, fistfuls of his sweater between your fingers. He could feel the heat of your heating pad as you pulled him in closer, just holding onto him as you sobbed into his chest. Jun snuggled in a little closer. If he could take on even a fraction of your pain, he would. Seeing you cry was... hard. Harder when it was like this, when he couldn't cheer you up and make you dinner and press soft kisses against your skin to make it all better. All he could do was hold you and hope that your cramps would die down enough. And then he would do what he always did: he'd leave you eventually to make something delicious to eat, and he'd offer you the first bite with that shy smile as he waited to see if you were happy. He would take care of you however he could. You were there for him when he was sick or tired; he would always be here for you when you needed him.
"I love you," he murmured, pressing another kiss onto the top of your head. "I'm sorry."
"Not your fault, Junnie..." You squeezed him a little tighter. "Don't apologize."
"I wish I could help."
Another squeeze. "You are. You're here."
He let out a sigh. But that doesn't feel like enough. Not when you're crying. "Can I do anything to help?" He continued to trail his fingers across your back, lazy, lop-sided hearts still being traced into your skin. "I can get more pillows, or blankets, or..."
You shook your head, leaning back just enough that he could see your tear-stained face. "Just... stay here with me."
He snuggled back in, a hand curling around the back of your head as he drew you closer. As you wish.
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Scorpius Dark Timeline angst 😢
The theme of loneliness in mob psycho hits so deeply. Dimple just wanting to be recognised and seen by others. Tome, scared that she's alone on this earth, looking for life in space. Ritsu feeling so left behind by and insignificant next to his brother. Teru, after nearly killing mob, begging him to stay with him because he doesn't want to be the only one with such powers. Toichirou going mad because he's lacking positive human connections. Serizawa scared of hurting others isolating himself completely. Mogami, too, going crazy because of how deeply and utterly lonely and hopeless he is. The entirety of claw, being rejected by society and angry and sad about it. Reigen using and trying to manipulate mob but losing all his positive, deeper connections after it goes sideways, and still pretending to be something he's not because he doesn't want to be rejected or abandoned. And don't even get me started on mob.
OH MY GOD IM SCREAMING LOOKIT THEM
Mcsmtober day 5: ghost