Ideal Gender Is Having The Form Of Femininity And Power Of "girl" As In "help Girl (hypothetical Deity)"

ideal gender is having the form of femininity and power of "girl" as in "help girl (hypothetical deity)" but still being able to reach the averageness and somewhat pathetic nature of "i'm just a (silly/little) guy"

felix can handle spicy food felix pani puri adorer goodnight

nia i had another big brain idea m4 + popstar mc??? aahahahha this isnt self indulgent what do u mean

— M4 with popstar!mc

so real so true ....so whipped...so lovely.,,..,.

rime

imagine this: rime teasingly asks to hear them sing something, whatever song is their favourite to perform. he deserves a small show, doesn't he? and he isn't sure what he was expecting to happen exactly, but mc starts to sing.

his eyes widen and depending on the song they sing 1) his gaze softens and he just,, watches in awe of mc in their element. or 2) he has his chin resting in his palm and a smirk/grin on his face

thinking about nicknames with this... star or songbird :(( i'm gonna hit myself on the head with a wooden plank

he listens to the lyrics a lot closer than they might expect so i hope they didn't pick a very spicy or sad song . or do! really up to them isn't it

mc catches him softly singing their song while he thinks they're asleep. if they bring it up he denies it

modern au//

i'm not saying rime would have an account just to fight people and watch their fandom from the inside. i'm not saying that. i'm saying if someone did that i would read it

messes with their fans by posting and saying their new song/album sounds great but the video is muted

rime Cannot be taken to karaoke in peace because he'll turn on one of mc's songs and push them up there with no hesitation. "nia what if rime's a good singer and sings with them and he teases by making direct eye contact with them and" don't talk to me literally stop talking why do you want me to cry /j /lh

sage

he asks to hear a bit of one song. but then they finish singing. mc must now perform their entire discography. he is so in love with them seriously he could listen to them all day

absolutely wants to know what kinds of benefits come with being famous. do fans send things? do you get things for free? where do you get to go? what are your craziest stories,

if mc is feeling really upset or stressed he tries to sing one of their own songs to them to make them smile. he isn't the best singer and he forgets some lines and has to improvise but it's very endearing . very successful!

it's a game for sage to try his hand at coming up with lyrics and mc has to make them coherent and good. he's shocked every time but they Do have a lot of inside jokes and little snippets now

modern au //

jokingly volunteers to model their merch but if they say yes then he Will Do It. he asks to take a hoodie home

calls himself their muse when they're trying to think of song lyrics. "paint me like one of your french girls" energy. it's a long-standing joke that has truth behind it because mc has definitely thought about him while writing so everyone wins

interacts with their fandom and no one can stop him. did he just post 3 fan edits on his story? maybe. who's to say he wasn't hacked

felix

literally awestruck when he hears them sing for the first time. he didn't think he could fall in love with them or their voice any more than he already did but he was Terribly Wrong

Sing him to sleep Sing him to sleep Sing Him To Sleep Sing Hi

^ it's with his favourite song from them. he's a little shy of asking but he wants it so bad all the time

so upset over the fact that he doesn't have like,, spotify. devastated over the idea that he's missing so much of the experience without instruments. he wants to feel the transition from the bridge to the chorus In His Bones.

oh felix my little fanfic writer. he gets the lyrics to one of their songs and writes a story or poem in response...he doesn't think it's very good but it means a lot to him because it ends up being what he wants to say to mc themself . legs wobble . sobs

modern au //

this goes for All of them But. that video of ross lynch on stage but always looking back/singing to jaz (his girlfriend if you didn't know). lburhglshdrgrndngsbgdjgblfbg < that's me And felix when they make direct eye contact and sing to him

they're one of, if not, his top spotify artists of all time. especially if they're spending a lot of time apart and he wants to listen to their voice. a little embarrassed whenever spotify wrapped comes around, but mc looks so happy about it he immediately doesn't care!

he's there next to them whenever an album is about to drop. the minute it drops they celebrate and he kisses them before saying "congratulations, i'm proud of you." i'm gonna be sick

anisa

she asks if they could sing something for her while they're alone. currently imagining mc singing one of their more romantic songs to anisa and she's just :0 :)) <3 and now she asks if they can sing something when she's particularly stressed or tired

asks what kind of cool things they get to do when they go on tour (stares at anisa wanting to try dolphin). Loves the idea of travelling the world with them and trying new things

mc definitely catches her humming one of their songs later while working and thinks their heart might explode

if they ever feel like getting into song writing during their spare time, anisa is there trying to help come up with ideas or making sure they don't overwork. she won't complain if they want to perform it for her. she's over the moon actually

modern au //

anisa has definitely gotten caught going on a date with mc by fans. there's photos of them at a restaurant about to choke from laughing and trying to keep it together

one time a fan half-jokingly asked anisa for Her autograph instead of mc's. she was flustered but still signed it and sent a grin their way. she couldn't stop smiling about it for the rest of the day

she's there a lot when mc is opening fan mail . she finds it interesting and loves seeing what they think of (and also what sometimes unhinged items get passed to them)

Jinx fighting enforcers in season 2.

*boops her on the nose and proceeds to run away as fast as possible before she annihilates me*

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭

Jinx x reader

Words: 1.1 k

Warnings: Hallucinations, memories of the past

Summary: Jinx's voices are very destructive, a new crisis is just around the corner, luckily you are there to help her... or so she thinks

THE REQUESTS ARE OPEN

It's overwhelming, exhausting even how loud the music is, but it helps Jinx to work, to focus, and to drown out the voices that often haunt her. But this time not even that is enough to deal with her frustration at not being able to move forward with this project.

Her hands are shaking and that only makes using the screwdriver even more difficult, the heat is annoying and the drops of sweat that slide down her forehead get in her eyes, it's impossible, this stupid project is impossible.

The material she was working with flies around the room until it shatters against one of the walls, it doesn't matter how long she's been working on that prototype, she doesn't want it anymore, it just gives her headaches.

"It's because you're stupid," like an echo bouncing off the walls, even above the loud beat of the music. "Maybe you'll end up shitting this too." Her limbs began to shake more and more violently, like a pressure saucepan about to explode. Jinx grabbed her braids furiously pulling them until her skin burned, the music started to drown out and Mylo's whispers got louder. "After all you are a Jinx."

One of the tools that she had also used just a moment ago also went through the room through the air, this time hitting the turntable and interrupting the music. "Shut up, shut up, shut up please."

“Shut me up? I'm quiet, you took care of shutting me up! You killed us!” Jinx uncovered her head looking for her old friend and some way to shut him up, Mylo, Claggor… Vi.

"Please..." Her voice sounded broken and the sobs made the spasms more and more violent. "It was an accident, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry..." She slid her hands from her face to her ears, trying to clear, trying to clear that voice but suddenly she found everything fell into a deathly silence, a desolate one, a completely dark lull.

"Okay Jinx," you broke that fine line between silence and her agitated breathing, it was as if a plug was ripped from the young woman's ears. You were here, that could only mean that everything would be fine. "We're fine, breathe with me, come on."

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

And repeat.

Your figure approached her, almost touching her nose, there was no trace of Mylo or Vi's screams, there was only you. She couldn't help but smile at you, her cheeks felt tight from dry tears but a smile was the least she could give you for helping her.

"Are we better?"

"Yes," she could only answer with a whisper, with her hands on the ground she used her strength to stand up, you accompanied her in movement until both of you were facing each other, keeping a minimum distance but without touching. "Thank you."

"Whenever you need it, little one." One of your eyes winked sympathetically, Jinx took one of her braids (now disheveled) combing her hair shyly, you had that effect on her, especially when you supported her, even after so many years. One of the young woman's hands reached up to touch your face, but at that very moment, you turned around to walk around the improvised laboratory, leaving her hand in the air.

Jinx continued to stare at you, not understanding until you came to the prototype bomb she had dropped just a few minutes ago, picking it up from the ground along with all of its pieces to carefully place it back on the workbench. "These pumps remind me of when we were girls... You spent more time coloring them than worrying about them working." She couldn't help a half-smile, her childhood was not something pleasant to remember, but if any memory had you, it would make it... Cuter? More tolerable? They didn't hurt her. "Come on, try again, maybe my help will inspire " You supported your weight on the table inviting her to return to her chair.

Carefully and trying not to make quick movements, the misfit returned to the initial position in her chair, searched the desk for a particular tool, but it appeared in front of her eyes. You kept looking at her with that smile that characterized you and she loved it so much. She took the tool you offered her, almost brushing your fingers.

None of you said anything again while she worked, but it wasn't a dark silence, it was a peaceful one that made her want to finish the job.

"Yes!" She cheered. "Silco will be very happy to see how quickly I finish this... Although he doesn't have to know that I hit the wall right?" She continued looking at her finished artifact waiting for a congratulations from you, but nothing, she turned her head to find you again, you were still there, on her table, but staring at the floor with melancholy airs.

“Silco,” his name escaped from your mouth like poison.

Sure, she forgot that little detail, you hated her father.

Well, after all, he...

"Please don't be angry," she begged you, she tried to take your hand that rested on your lap but at that very moment you got up from her desk, she turned next to her chair trying to follow you. "I missed you so much, don't go so soon."

You turned to face her again, she expected to find you frowning, hitting her or yelling at her like Vi, she would take it, she would take it if she could just touch you for a second.

"I miss you too, Monkey."

"Please." But you weren't there anymore. She found herself alone in her laboratory again, with the only company of the record player trying to forcefully play a song "Please..." Familiarity, where there was still a trace of Powder.

She took a rag doll that rested on a box, with your features, with scraps of cloth that resembled what you always used, she said your name repeatedly pressing it against her chest, no voice attacked her, but it was not necessary, the memories of the factory ran through his brain like a train, numbing any other thoughts. "Please come back, I'm so sorry."

Defeated, she put the toy back in her place, sitting perfectly, looking where you sat, Mylo's and Claggor's dolls hanging peacefully from the ceiling. "I miss you so much... all of you."

Jinx caressed the doll's face imagining that the rough fabric was as soft as your skin, the elevator behind her began to work indicating that someone was going up, Silco most likely.

"I have to go... I hope to see you again soon" She left a delicate kiss on the woolen threads that simulated your hair and went to the front door to greet her father.

Would you still love her if you were alive?

Note: Total thanks to @eexphoria for being one of the first readers of my works, committing to help me with my mistakes in English and their comments that touch my soul

Note II: I really loved writing it and I hope you will come to love it as I do. I ask for a little patience with the requests because I am in finals and everything is a bit complicated.

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