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Rockstar Hands~ (two-shot)
Hongjoong x fem!reader (ot8 x reader if you squint)
Word count: 3.3k (It was originally longer but I altered it)
Warnings: smut, angst
“Why don’t you show me what those hands can do?”
“How come you haven’t told him yet?”
“Fuck me like you’re mad at me baby~”
Summary: This night was not supposed to start or end this way, but hey you aren’t upset that it did go this way. Everything started off perfectly fine but now it’s turned into a whorehouse of straight sex with one special man, the lead of the famous rock group Kim Hongjoong. Who would’ve known that he was more than a pretty boy? But where did it all go wrong, why did it all go wrong?
Your night was supposed to end with you in bed, wearing your overnight collagen mask, watching betasquad and footasylum. You had already eaten dinner, showered, did your skincare and haircare and just take care of yourself. But it ended differently for you. Seonghwa, your childhood best friend, rang your phone to try and drag you to their rock show even though you have already declined him.
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Starwars lover: Y/N PLEASEEEEEE
y/nnie~: Seong, I’ve already told you no
Starwars lover: please come, Wooyoung and Hongjoong are begging to see you
y/nnie~: Why is Hongjoong begging to see me?
Starwars lover: Dude, have you not been paying attention to the group chat at all?
y/nnie~: I have the gc on mute, just update me on it.
Starwars lover: So hongjoong has wanted you to come to this show because he has a song dedicated for you and you keep saying no
y/nnie~: he made a song for me? Fine, fine I guess I’ll go, but stay silent about the secret.
Starwars lover: how come you haven’t told him yet?
y/nnie~: because I don't want to know his response.. Now how long do I have to get ready?
Starwars lover: you have an hour because the show doesn’t start for another two hours.
y/nnie~: alright, bye starwars mf, see you soon
Starwars lover: BITCH WHO TF IS STAR WARS MF BC IT AIN’T ME HOE
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You hopped back into the shower, getting ready to go see ateez at their show. You showered and put on your best set of lingerie, the silky wine red lingerie, leaving no imagination behind, and tossed on your favorite jeans and black button-up shirt with a beige trench coat and boots. You had fixed your hair and redid your makeup before grabbing your purse and keys before walking out the door. Seonghwa had just pulled up as soon as you locked the door to our house. He smiled seeing your outfit as it was similar to his outfit, just less revealing.
“My my, I forgot you could dress up nice”
“Shut up you wack ass, you look nice as well, just very revealing like a stripper named Coco.”
“Ouch, I’m trying to seduce you and you’re bullying me” Seonghwa said while wiping fake tears from his eyes
“I’m allowed to bully you, I’ve known you my whole life, plus you seducing me isn’t gonna work, you already know who I like”
“Well- honestly yea that’s true, if he knew about this, he would laugh, but go ahead make fun of me all you want, I do it to you as well”
“Exactly, now shut up and drive you tall fairy twink”
Seonghwa looked towards you with fake offense before turning on the car and driving off towards the venue they were performing in. You looked out the window starting to rekindle the memories of you and hwa. Seonghwa was your childhood best friend, you’ve known each other since that one day in Primary School. You were getting bullied by the older kids and hwa came up to you, protecting you from the punches and the verbal abuse. Since that day, he’s stuck to you like glue as you two became close friends and now know absolutely everything about each other. You even met his group Ateez and became friends with them as well before developing a crush on the leader of the group, Captain Kim Hongjoong.
You and Hongjoong originally started off as acquaintances. You met through Seonghwa and Wooyoung. You were out with them two and they had invited Hongjoong to come join the three of you. He sat down next to you and you couldn’t help but stare at his features and hair. He has a beautifully symmetrical face and had pitch black hair that suited him so well. You both started talking and forgot about the other two idiots in front of you until you just hear Wooyoung full blown scream like a child throwing a tantrum all because Seonghwa pinched him. You both stop talking and focus on the other’s before you realize you have to head home to do some laundry and assignments. You and Hongjoong exchanged numbers and have been friends since. It’s been 6 years since you met and you’ve had a full blown crush on him for 4 of those years but refuse to acknowledge it due to the fact that he would laugh and reject you.
Seonghwa slammed the breaks as soon as you both arrived to snap you out of your daze of memories. You wanted to slap him but couldn’t when you realized where you guys were parked. He has parked in the back of the venue, where staff and the band are allowed to enter. You had controlled your breathing and Seonghwa noticed before leaning over to place a kiss on your cheek and whispering to breathe. You both got down and walked towards the door before it was forced open by Wooyoung and Yunho.
“Y/nnieeeee! Oh my gosh, you actually came! Seonghwa hyung, how did you convince them to come? Whatever, they are here! Come on, let me give you a tour!”
You didn’t have a chance to process anything before you were dragged inside by Wooyoung, being forced to look at everything and say hi to everyone. You both stopped in front of the dressing room and walked in, Wooyoung announcing your presence. Everyone except Seonghwa and Yunho went to hug you and ask you how you had been. You all had caught up as Hongjoong sat in the back, watching the boys crowd you, not letting you breathe. “Let y/n have a chance to breathe boys, they look claustrophobic with you all crowding them.” He tilted his head towards you, realizing you were wearing the trench coat he had bought you from Balmain. You ended up looking towards Hongjoong, realizing he was sitting down while manspreading. Red rose up to your cheeks and a rush went to your core as you excused yourself towards the bathroom.
You ran into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it, not knowing what to do. You stood against the door, catching your breath. Why is it always Hongjoong who fucks you up and not anyone else? Why him? Fuck him. Fuck him and his good looks, and good fashion sense, and pretty smile, and sexy ass hands. You couldn’t get him out of your mind as you looked down at your phone blowing up. You had messages from Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Yeosang all wondering if you were okay and if they needed to get you. You slid down the door starting to cry wondering why you deserved this. What did you do that caused you so much pain in your heart? Falling for Hongjoong, talking to him, getting close to him was the big one. You opened your heart to him and let him take it over, fully making it his. Your phone was ringing and buzzing like crazy from Seonghwa’s phone calls but you didn’t have the courage to talk to him or confront any of the members about why you were crying. You just tossed your phone on the counter and cried. Cried until you felt like passing out.
Seonghwa was worried about you when you ran out the door and ran behind you and stayed against the wall. He messaged you making sure you were okay. He started calling you once you started crying because he knew everything about your crush on Hongjoong. After a few minutes he tried opening the door to come in and comfort you but you locked the door and slid against it. The members were already there, trying to get you to open up the door, but the only person not doing anything was Hongjoong. He stood there, not knowing what to do or how to feel. He, too, had a giant crush on you but was scared of showing it due to his fear of getting heartbroken. He looked towards Seonghwa and walked back into the dressing room, finishing his makeup and outfit. The rest had to do the same due to the show starting soon. Seonghwa, on the other hand, refused to move. He wanted to make sure you were okay and alive.
After 20 minutes of crying, you get up and go towards the sink seeing your puffy eyes and deranged hair. “Look at yourself, losing yourself over a fucking man who doesn’t see you as anything over than a friend, why the fuck did you do this to yourself” You had started crying more as Seonghwa kicked down the door and ran inside, going to hold you. You noticed him and ran into his arms, crying harder than before. He held onto you, rubbing your back and whispering everything’s okay, everything is fine, waiting for you to calm down. After a few more minutes, you had calmed down and Seonghwa helped you with the puffiness in your eyes, fixing your hair, and redid your makeup for you while saying little words of affirmation to soothe your racing mind.
Seonghwa went back to the dressing room first as they readjusted his outfit, hair and makeup. You walked out behind him, one hand holding his hand as you looked down. The stylists helped fix what Seonghwa couldn’t do, which wasn’t much, all they did was your blush and lipstick, looking the same before you arrived with a bit of puffiness in your eyes. The show was about to start when they started doing your makeup, so Seonghwa kissed your head and said goodbye as he walked out to the stage, wearing his mic pack and guitar. The girls had finished your makeup and took you towards the camera station, letting you watch the show with a clearer view. Once the show started, you were seated watching the show. As it went on, your attention kept going back and forth between Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and Yeosang, mainly on Hongjoong. You noticed Hongjoong pulled out Seonghwa’s guitar before strumming a soft tune. You hadn’t recognized the melody of the song, realizing it was the song he wrote about you, Darling. Your eyes had started to tear up as he started singing the song while strumming the melody. You noticed the melody quickly changed to a more sped up melody as you were focused on his fingers. He had started playing the melody of Django, but all that was in your mind was his fingers and his hands and how veiny they were. You were so focused, you had so many thoughts flowing through your mind, it made you wet just making scenarios of you and Hongjoong.
After an hour of you focusing on Hongjoong and fueling the thoughts in your head. You got up and walked backstage, meeting the boys back there. You said congrats to them and told them how much you loved the songs and the dances. You noticed Hongjoong staring at you with an intense look in his eyes. You excused yourself before grabbing Hongjoong’s hand and dragging him into the women’s bathroom, the pain in your core too unbearable.
Hongjoong followed behind you, smirking to myself before going into the bathroom, locking the door and pulling you into a passionate searing kiss, catching you off guard. You both made out against the door, your hand trailing down his shirt, unbuttoning it, sliding the shirt off his shoulders, watching it fall. You pulled away to kiss down his chest, licking and sucking in some sections, savoring the sweet sound of his whimpers and begs. He looks down at you, bringing one hand into your hair, slowly guiding you down to his belt, unbuckling it while pulling down his pants, seeing his half-erect cock against his boxers. You pressed gentle kisses against the clothed tip, watching precum start to stain the gray boxers. You started kitten licking the tip through the boxers, a bigger wet spot forming. You sunk down onto your knees, slowly pulling off his boxers, watching his cock spring free against his abdomen. You knew he was big, but not 9 inches big, he certainly had girth to him too. You didn’t notice you were staring until Hongjoong chuckled “Darling, the more you stare the hard I get and the more I wanna fuck you and eat you, so hurry up and suck it before I fuck your throat.”
You didn’t want to disobey, so you started taking it inch by inch before reaching his pelvis, gagging a bit. You hollowed out your cheeks to give you more access to take him in easier. You slowly started moving your head, getting wetter, hearing his groans and small moans. “Fuck y/n, you feel so good around my cock~ your pretty little mouth~” He grips your hair, starting to move your head at a quicker pace, fucking your throat. Tears started forming in your eyes as he was fucking your throat. You brought one hand down to your jeans, unbuckling your belt and unbuttoning your jeans before sliding your hand down to touch your clit, whimpering slightly around his cock. His hips twitched before looking down and smirking “Little bunny couldn’t resist touching themself h-huh~?”
He gripped your hair tighter, picking up the pace “F-fuck, I’m c-close~” he kept the fast pace, biting his lip, eyes closing tight as he bottomed out in your mouth, cumming in your throat. You pulled back, coughing slightly looking up at him with teary eyes, taking your hand out of your panties. Hongjoong opened his eyes, panting heavily, looking down at you, caressing your cheek “Such a pretty girl~ you’re lucky I’m not gonna punish you, now get up and lean over the sink counter.” You slowly stood up and walked towards the sink, bending down over it. He came up behind you, slowly pulling down your jeans and panties, caressing your bare ass.
“I’ve been thinking about your hands for so long~ they are just so pretty and so veiny~”
“Oh yea, how long have you had these thoughts in your head princess?”
“For a long while~ Why don’t you show me what those hands can do~?”
“Not now princess, I wanna feel how tight you are wrapped around me~”
You let out a quiet moan getting wetter only because of his words, and he noticed it, bringing his hand down to gently massage your folds “My my someone’s craving me badly~ dripping all over my fingers, makes me wanna fuck you.”
“Then fuck me like you’re mad at me baby~”
You saying that flipped a switch inside him that had him lining his cock with your hole before thrusting inside you, picking up the fast pace. You let out loud moans, your body moving with each thrust. Your moans were loud that the boys could even hear it from the dressing room which sparked a bit of jealousy inside of Hongjoong. He grabbed your wrists with one hand, the other going up to cover your mouth, containing your moans
“O-only I can hear you scream on my cock~ Only I can hear your moans and whines and begs for me~” His thrusts never faltered, he kept the inhumane pace, hearing you moan into his hand made him harder inside you, pulling you up by your wrists, placing them on his chest “Look at yourself baby, all fucked out for me, so needy and craving my cock so desperately~” You moaned in his hand, looking at the tears streaming down your face as he pounds into you from behind. You blame yourself for not wearing your waterproof mascara as it was running down your face with the tears. His hips stuttered before slowing down his pace “F-fuck I’m close, c-can I cum in you please..?”
“Y-yes, I’m clean you can cum in me.” His pace picked back up before cumming hard and saying “F-fuck I love you…~” You came with him as well, eyes going wide hearing his statement. You collapsed on the counter and he collapsed on top of you. You both caught your breath before he pulled out going to grab some toilet paper to clean you up. By the time he came back, you had wiped off your mascara and makeup with the paper towels next to the sink. Your eyes filled with tears as you got stuck in your mind wondering if what he said was true, if he really did love you. Hongjoong gently bent you back down to clean your hole, clean his cum dripping out of you. “L-look I know what I said, but I mean it… I do love you, I’ve loved you more than you think… I’ve had a big crush on you, I’ve had it since we first met, but I didn’t know how you would react if I told you..” You stand back up, fixing your pants and your shirt as well, before turning around to look at him.
“Why do you choose to tell me this now joong…? 4 fucking years later?! You tell me this now, when I have asked you so many times if you’ve liked me. Why now, why after we have sex?”
“I didn’t wanna keep it in the dark anymore.. I wanted you to know, and I hope you feel the same way..”
“I do but.. I need time to think about it.. I’ve asked you 10 fucking times Hongjoong TEN. FUCKING. TIMES!! And everytime you tell me ‘no, I don’t like you, we are friends y/n’. EVERY. GODDAMN. TIME”
“I know and I’m sorry but please listen-”
“Why listen when I know you’ll just lie or tell me it’s just a prank or that you’re an idol and that the fans will go crazy knowing their precious leader is in a fucking relationship.” Tears had started streaming down your face during that statement
“Baby please listen to me.. I love you with all of my heart and care about you, please just let me explain” Hongjoong walked towards you, trying to wipe your tears, but flinches a bit when you back away
“No Hongjoong, I’m sorry but I need some space to think about this. Tell Seonghwa home, I’m taking his car.” You wipe your own tears, unlocking the door before walking towards the dressing room and grabbing your purse and walking out. Tears were flowing out of your eyes as you walked to hwa’s car, driving away to your home. As soon as you got home, you kicked off your shoes and jacket, letting them fall to the floor as tears streamed down your face. Your knees were weak but you forced yourself to get to the bedroom, tossing off all of your clothes and tossing your phone on the floor.
You didn’t know what to think, he liked you back, he loved you but he lied to you telling you he couldn’t love you because of his career, because of his friends, because of himself.. He stopped himself from admitting everything to you. Why did it go wrong..? Why did he lie? What is he hiding from you? Your phone was buzzing on the floor, messages and calls missed from Hongjoong and the rest of the boys.
joongie~: y/n
joongie~: please talk to me
2 missed calls from Joongie~
joongie~: I’m so sorry, please let’s talk
3 missed calls from Joongie~
joongie: I never meant to hide this from you, I was so scared of losing you
joongie: call me back please…
joongie: everyone is worried about you..
3 missed calls from Starwars lover
Starwars lover: hey why did you leave?
Starwars lover: talk to me please
Starwars lover: why is hongjoong crying?
2 missed calls from Starwars lover
Starwars lover: y/n l/n answer your goddamn phone, stop avoiding me
1 missed call from Starwars lover
Starwars lover: I’m gonna leave you alone but I promise you tomorrow night I’m coming over and YOU WILL talk to me.
Starwars lover: sleep well y/nnie...
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St. Hilarion's ghost story
(via Man Discovers A Family Of Mice Living In His Garden, Builds Them A Miniature Village | Bored Panda)
congrats bts for winning “aoty” @ 2018 mama!!! thank you for staying so strong (transl.)
literally the whole world is so fond of jungkook.. bts, bts staff, the pd’s they work with, the random staff members from broadcast companies, all these random idols/celebs that pat his head and call him jungkookie, the random mothers and grandmothers he meets on shows that coo at him, the random staff members from places bts goes to eat at.. like remember that staff account of BTS at a bakery, and Jungkook wanted cheesecake but the bakery didn’t have any left so he started pouting and they rushed to buy cheesecake for him from a different bakery…. this boy radiates so much love no wonder everyone adores his very presence and would do anything for him..
A Free Churro?
T/W: Death, funeral, ooc, bad parent relationships, a bit deep just for a crack fic, reader is depressed. Yuu is his own person and uses he/him pronouns. Fic under the cut
a/n: sorry if this is Y/n centered and not all the characters have a reaction but this is a monologue and to sort of stay true to the actual monologue there really isn't supposed to be any response. Also writing this like super late so sorry if its incoheirent. I could do individual scenarios and go deeper into each of their reaction if this is well recieved
Heres the referance if you wanna listen along both links are the same monologue
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All sitting in the audience of the funeral. Not knowing why they were invited, beside Yuu and Grimm. They all stare at the casket, unsure who it was.*
Y/n: *Walks out and starts the eulogy but first starts to explain why they were late* So I stopped at a drive thru place on the way here, and the girl behind the counter said, “Hiya! Are you having an awesome day?” Not, “How are you doing today?” No. “Are you having an awesome day?” Which is pretty… shitty, because it puts the onus on me to disagree with her, like if I’m not having an “awesome day,” suddenly I’m the negative one.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All gasp from Y/n's sudden explanation of the interaction between them and the lady behind the counter.*
Y/n: *continues to explain the interactions and how it went down* Usually when people ask how I’m doing, the real answer is "I’m doing shitty", but I can’t say I’m doing shitty because I don’t even have a good reason to be doing shitty. So if I say, “I’m doing shitty,” then they say, “Why? What’s wrong?” And I have to be like, “I don’t know, all of it?” So instead, when people ask how I’m doing, I usually say, “I am doing so great.”
Housewardens, vice housewardens, and the Aduece duo: *Are in shock about knowing Y/n's true feelings*
Y/n: *sighed going on trying to finish the story* But when this girl at the drive thru place asked me if I was having an awesome day, I thought, “Well, today I’m actually allowed to feel shitty.” Today I have a good reason, so I said to her, “Well, my mom died,” and she immediately burst into tears. So now I have to comfort her, which is annoying, and meanwhile, there’s a line of people forming behind me who are all giving me these real judgy looks because I made the Drive thru girl cry. And she’s bawling, and she’s saying, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” and I’m like, “It’s fine. It’s fine.” I mean, it’s not fine but, you know, it’s… fine. And I would like to order a Double Burger Meal, and I’ve kinda got somewhere to be, so maybe less with the crying and more with the frying, huh? And the girl apologizes again and she offers me a free churro with my meal. And as I’m leaving, I think, “I just got a free churro because my mom died.” No one ever tells you that when your mom dies, you get a free churro.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, and the Aduece duo: *At a loss for words, not knowing how to react. Feeling unsure if they should coverse with each other or stay silent. They chose to stay silent*
Y/n: Anyway, I’m sorry, that’s not part of the... *clears their throat trying to think of what to say next* All right. Okay, here we go. Let’s do this. Here I am, Y/n L/n, doing a eulogy, let’s go. *Goes on a monologue explaining the strained relationship between their mother and them.*
Ace: *Whispers to Yuu, Deuce, and Grimm* Never knew Y/n could hate someone so much
Riddle: *Speaks in a hushed voice* Ace, be quiet and listen to Y/n!
Housewardens: *All look at Y/n seeing how much they're struggling. Vil recognizes this to be a monologue.*
Malleus: *Confused as to how someone could hate a parental figure this much.*
Riddle: *Seemed to understand the pain of Y/n hating their mother. The other house wardens just watched, worried.*
Vice housewardens: *All sit patiently, trying to understand Y/n's trailing off. Jamil had the most concern out of the vice housewardens*
Grimm: *Grabs Yuu's hands with his small paw* I'm worried for Y/n*
Yuu: *looks to Grimm with a solemn look* I am too, but let's just listen right now. Might be good for them to get it out.
Y/n: *Sighs and looks at the casket once more reminiscing about when both their parents were alive.* My dad died about ten years ago of injuries he sustained during a duel. When your father dies, you ask yourself a lot of questions. Questions like, “Wait, did you say he died in a duel?” and “Who dies in a duel?”
Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Look at Y/n confused as to where this story is going. Ace and Deuce were trying not to laugh at the duel part.*
Housewardens and vice housewardens: *Stare at Y/n in disbelief, not knowing they could have such a messed up past. Riddle and Leona understanding the feeling of strained relationships with family*
Y/n: *Chuckled to themselves as they explain the story of their father's duel.* The whole thing was so stupid. Dad spent his entire life writing this book, but he couldn’t get any stores to carry it or any newspapers to review it. Finally, I guess this one newspaper thought he was pretty hilarious, because they ran a review and tore him to shreds. So my father, ever the proud Mary, decided he would not stand for this besmirchment of his honor. He claimed the critic didn’t understand what it meant to be a man, so he demanded satisfaction in the form of pistols at dawn. He wrote the paper this letter, saying anyone who didn’t like his book, he would challenge to a duel, anyone in the world. He’d even pay for airfare to San Francisco and a night in a hotel. Well, eventually this found its way to some kook in Montana, who was as batshit as he was and took him up on the offer. They met at Golden Gate Park and agreed: ten paces, then shoot. But in the middle of the ten paces, Dad turned to ask the guy if he’d actually read the book and what he thought, but, not looking where he was going, tripped over an exposed root and bashed his head on a rock.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All look at each other, then look back to Y/n. Some of them have a very clear reaction on their face while others had a straight face. They all had a similar thought in their head* 'How can someone leave their kid do fight in a duel'
Y/n: *Sees their friends' reactions, but goes on with their thoughts as it forms the on spot eulogy they are giving. Y/n starts to recall a time where they saw their mom decently okay.* My mom used to hold these glorious parties, they were really something. There were skits and magic acts, and very insensitive vaudeville routines, and the big finale was always a dance my mother did.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Were all intrigued at the scene. Vil had the most interist since pereforming was something he was well versed in*
Y/n: *Continues to go on seemingly imersed by the memories they had of the parties* She had this beautiful dress that she only brought out for these parties, and she did this incredible number. It was so beautiful and sad. Dad hated the parties. He’d lock himself in the study, and bang on the walls for us to keep it down, but he always came out to see Mom dance. He’d linger in the doorway, scotch in hand, and watch in awe, as this cynical, despicable woman he married… took flight.
Yuu: *Was the most worried out of the group that was there, wanting to run up and hug Y/n as he seemingly knew where this was going.*
Grimm: *Looked at Yuu and noticed the discomfort he felt and let Yuu hold his paw* It'll be okay, Y/n will be okay.
Aduece duo: *Place a hand on both of Yuu's shoulders, seemingly comforting him. The two of them watch Y/n with sadness in their eyes.*
Y/n: *Their eyes start to water slightly as they take a shaky breath* And as a child who was completely terrified of both my parents, I was always aware that this moment of grace, it meant something. We understood each other in a way. Me and my mom and my dad, as screwed up as we all were, we did understand each other. My mother, she knew what it’s like to feel your entire life like you’re drowning, with the exception of these moments, these very rare, brief instances, in which you suddenly remember… you can swim.
Octavinelle trio: *Seemingly understood what Y/n meant by the drowning metaphore, all three of them were worried. The one who felt the most worry was Azul*
Y/n: *Looks at the casket with teary eyes, knowing this sad but beautiful memory in their head wasn't truly happy* But then again, mostly not. Mostly you’re drowning. She understood that, too. And she recognized that I understood it. And Dad. All three of us were drowning, and we didn’t know how to save each other, but there was an understanding that we were all drowning together. And I would like to think that that’s what she meant when we were in the hospital and she said, “I see you.”
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm:
Y/n: *goes on to explain their personal relationships. But then stops realizing they've been going on and on missing the point of where they were going. They take a deep breath.* I’m not gonna stand up here and pretend I ever understood how to please that woman, even though so much of my life has been wasted in vain attempts to figure it out.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Notice Y/n becoming more sad the further they go on. They all wanted to get up and hug Y/n, but thought it best for them to continue the eulogy*
Y/n: *Chuckles slightly now remembering another moment before their mother died* But I keep going back to that moment in the ICU when she looked at me, and… “I-C-U.”
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All of them have their eyes widen as they come to a realization. They all stare at Y/n wondering if they caught what they just said*
Y/n: *Speaks slowly as tears well in their eyes. Their voice is soft as they peice everything together* “I… see… you.” Jesus Christ, we were in the intensive care unit. She was just reading a sign.
Housewardens: *Notice the tears in Y/n's eyes as they all feel bad.*
Y/n: *sighs and looks down, not wanting to face their friends in the room* My mom died and all I got was this free churro.
Grimm and Aduece: *Stare at Y/n, unsure what they should do after the funeral survice with Y/n*
Y/n: *Looks at everyone with eyes glazed with anger and sadness. Their tone was bitter as they point outside the funeral parlor door.* You know the shittiest thing about all of this? Is when that stranger behind the counter gave me that free churro, that small act of kindness showed more compassion than my mother gave me her entire goddamn life. Like, how hard is it to do something nice for a person? This woman at the Drive Thru place didn’t even know me.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Most of them seemingly understood Y/n's frustration. The only two who didn't were Malleus and Floyd, but they listened hoping to understand*
Y/n: *Looks at the casket with tears falling down their eyes. Their town is full of anger as they point at themselves* I’m your son! All I had was you!
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Were even more worried as they see Y/n start to cry and hear the desperation in their voice*
Y/n: *Their town shifts to a more happy tone, but its a light happinesss.* I have this friend. And right around when I first met her, her dad died, and I actually went with her to the funeral. And months later, she told me that she didn’t understand why she was still upset, because she never even liked her father.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, and Grimm: *All look at Yuu wanting to know if he knew of Y/n's friend and who she was*
Yuu: *Ignores the stares of the others and just watches Y/n intentivley, trying to memorize every detail so he could help Y/n decompress afterwards*
Y/n: *Smiles sadly, not knowing where to land their gaze* It made sense to me, because I went through the same thing when my dad died. And I’m going through the same thing now.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, and Grimm: *Were all curious, wanting to know more on how Y/n handled their father's death*
Yuu: *Only listened on knowing exactly what Y/n went through when their father died because Y/n told him*
Y/n: *Eyes widen once more, finding a connection between something an their mother's death* You know what it’s like? It’s like that show Becker, you know, with Ted Danson? I watched the entire run of that show, hoping that it would get better, and it never did. It had all the right pieces, but it just—it couldn’t put them together.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, and Grimm: *All have a curious stare at Y/n and Yuu not knowing what Becker was or what Y/n was talking about, but seemingly understanding the sentamet of the connection*
And when it got canceled, I was really bummed out, not because I liked the show, but because I knew it could be so much better, and now it never would be. And that’s what losing a parent is like. It’s like Becker.
Aduece duo *look at Yuu with curious eyes.*
Ace: *Speaks first as his hand is still on Yuu's shoulder* What's Becker?
Yuu: *Doesn't look at the Aduece duo, only focused on Y/n. Speaks in a hushed town* It's a show. I'll explain what it's about to everyone later...
Y/n: *Shudders through the tears trying to finish the connection to the show they just mentioned and the moment going on right now* Suddenly, you realize you’ll never have the good relationship you wanted, and as long as they were alive, even though you’d never admit it, part of you, the stupidest goddamn part of you, was still holding on to that chance. And you didn’t even realize it until that chance went away.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *They all have a sympathetic gaze on Y/n, some trying to understand what Y/n meant.*
Riddle and Yuu: *Seemingly were the only two who understood Y/n's desires for a better relationship witht heir mother*
Y/n: *Looks at the casket with tears in their eyes and a frustrated tone as all their friends watched* My mother is dead...And everything is worse now because now I know I will never have a mother who looks at me from across a room and says, “Y/n L/n, I see you.”
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All gasped, minus Yuu, at Y/n's statement about their mother's death. They all felt more saddened at what Y/n had admitted to wanting to be seen*
Y/n: *Takes a deep breath as tears still roll down their cheeks* But I guess it’s good to know. It’s good to know that there is nobody looking out for me, that there never was, and there never will be.
Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *They start to feel guilty because they want to be there for Y/n, the way Y/n wants them to be there.*
Y/n: *sighs and wipes their tears away, finally accepting the realization they had* No, it’s good to know that I am the only one that I can depend on. And I know that now, and it’s good. It’s good that I know that. So… it’s good my mother is dead.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All shocked but try not to make any noise. They watch and see Y/n trail off trying to end the eulogy. They also feel upset that Y/n feels so alone and that they need to feel independent. Malleus feels the worst because he doesn't understand how Y/n feels.*
Y/n: *ends the eulogy and sighs, walking out of the room not wanting to face anyone*
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Watches Y/n leave, unsure if they should follow or not.*
A/n: This is part my Bojack Horseman brainrot so I'm happy this is the first post! Hope it made you sad? idk it made me tear up a bit. This is part of the Free Churro monologue in the Bojack Horseman Episode Free Churro which is Episode 6 Season 5.
Taglist: @nightshade-clown
Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!
A Free Churro?
T/W: Death, funeral, ooc, bad parent relationships, a bit deep just for a crack fic, reader is depressed. Yuu is his own person and uses he/him pronouns. Fic under the cut
a/n: sorry if this is Y/n centered and not all the characters have a reaction but this is a monologue and to sort of stay true to the actual monologue there really isn't supposed to be any response. Also writing this like super late so sorry if its incoheirent. I could do individual scenarios and go deeper into each of their reaction if this is well recieved
Heres the referance if you wanna listen along both links are the same monologue
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All sitting in the audience of the funeral. Not knowing why they were invited, beside Yuu and Grimm. They all stare at the casket, unsure who it was.*
Y/n: *Walks out and starts the eulogy but first starts to explain why they were late* So I stopped at a drive thru place on the way here, and the girl behind the counter said, “Hiya! Are you having an awesome day?” Not, “How are you doing today?” No. “Are you having an awesome day?” Which is pretty… shitty, because it puts the onus on me to disagree with her, like if I’m not having an “awesome day,” suddenly I’m the negative one.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All gasp from Y/n's sudden explanation of the interaction between them and the lady behind the counter.*
Y/n: *continues to explain the interactions and how it went down* Usually when people ask how I’m doing, the real answer is "I’m doing shitty", but I can’t say I’m doing shitty because I don’t even have a good reason to be doing shitty. So if I say, “I’m doing shitty,” then they say, “Why? What’s wrong?” And I have to be like, “I don’t know, all of it?” So instead, when people ask how I’m doing, I usually say, “I am doing so great.”
Housewardens, vice housewardens, and the Aduece duo: *Are in shock about knowing Y/n's true feelings*
Y/n: *sighed going on trying to finish the story* But when this girl at the drive thru place asked me if I was having an awesome day, I thought, “Well, today I’m actually allowed to feel shitty.” Today I have a good reason, so I said to her, “Well, my mom died,” and she immediately burst into tears. So now I have to comfort her, which is annoying, and meanwhile, there’s a line of people forming behind me who are all giving me these real judgy looks because I made the Jack in the Box girl cry. And she’s bawling, and she’s saying, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” and I’m like, “It’s fine. It’s fine.” I mean, it’s not fine but, you know, it’s… fine. And I would like to order a Double Burger Meal, and I’ve kinda got somewhere to be, so maybe less with the crying and more with the frying, huh? And the girl apologizes again and she offers me a free churro with my meal. And as I’m leaving, I think, “I just got a free churro because my mom died.” No one ever tells you that when your mom dies, you get a free churro.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, and the Aduece duo: *At a loss for words, not knowing how to react. Feeling unsure if they should coverse with each other or stay silent. They chose to stay silent*
Y/n: Anyway, I’m sorry, that’s not part of the... *clears their throat trying to think of what to say next* All right. Okay, here we go. Let’s do this. Here I am, Y/n L/n, doing a eulogy, let’s go. *Goes on a monologue explaining the strained relationship between their mother and them.*
Ace: *Whispers to Yuu, Deuce, and Grimm* Never knew Y/n could hate someone so much
Riddle: *Speaks in a hushed voice* Ace, be quiet and listen to Y/n!
Housewardens: *All look at Y/n seeing how much they're struggling. Vil recognizes this to be a monologue.*
Malleus: *Confused as to how someone could hate a parental figure this much.*
Riddle: *Seemed to understand the pain of Y/n hating their mother. The other house wardens just watched, worried.*
Vice housewardens: *All sit patiently, trying to understand Y/n's trailing off. Jamil had the most concern out of the vice housewardens*
Grimm: *Grabs Yuu's hands with his small paw* I'm worried for Y/n*
Yuu: *looks to Grimm with a solemn look* I am too, but let's just listen right now. Might be good for them to get it out.
Y/n: *Sighs and looks at the casket once more reminiscing about when both their parents were alive.* My dad died about ten years ago of injuries he sustained during a duel. When your father dies, you ask yourself a lot of questions. Questions like, “Wait, did you say he died in a duel?” and “Who dies in a duel?”
Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Look at Y/n confused as to where this story is going. Ace and Deuce were trying not to laugh at the duel part.*
Housewardens and vice housewardens: *Stare at Y/n in disbelief, not knowing they could have such a messed up past. Riddle and Leona understanding the feeling of strained relationships with family*
Y/n: *Chuckled to themselves as they explain the story of their father's duel.* The whole thing was so stupid. Dad spent his entire life writing this book, but he couldn’t get any stores to carry it or any newspapers to review it. Finally, I guess this one newspaper thought he was pretty hilarious, because they ran a review and tore him to shreds. So my father, ever the proud Mary, decided he would not stand for this besmirchment of his honor. He claimed the critic didn’t understand what it meant to be a man, so he demanded satisfaction in the form of pistols at dawn. He wrote the paper this letter, saying anyone who didn’t like his book, he would challenge to a duel, anyone in the world. He’d even pay for airfare to San Francisco and a night in a hotel. Well, eventually this found its way to some kook in Montana, who was as batshit as he was and took him up on the offer. They met at Golden Gate Park and agreed: ten paces, then shoot. But in the middle of the ten paces, Dad turned to ask the guy if he’d actually read the book and what he thought, but, not looking where he was going, tripped over an exposed root and bashed his head on a rock.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All look at each other, then look back to Y/n. Some of them have a very clear reaction on their face while others had a straight face. They all had a similar thought in their head* 'How can someone leave their kid do fight in a duel'
Y/n: *Sees their friends' reactions, but goes on with their thoughts as it forms the on spot eulogy they are giving. Y/n starts to recall a time where they saw their mom decently okay.* My mom used to hold these glorious parties, they were really something. There were skits and magic acts, and very insensitive vaudeville routines, and the big finale was always a dance my mother did.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Were all intrigued at the scene. Vil had the most interist since pereforming was something he was well versed in*
Y/n: *Continues to go on seemingly imersed by the memories they had of the parties* She had this beautiful dress that she only brought out for these parties, and she did this incredible number. It was so beautiful and sad. Dad hated the parties. He’d lock himself in the study, and bang on the walls for us to keep it down, but he always came out to see Mom dance. He’d linger in the doorway, scotch in hand, and watch in awe, as this cynical, despicable woman he married… took flight.
Yuu: *Was the most worried out of the group that was there, wanting to run up and hug Y/n as he seemingly knew where this was going.*
Grimm: *Looked at Yuu and noticed the discomfort he felt and let Yuu hold his paw* It'll be okay, Y/n will be okay.
Aduece duo: *Place a hand on both of Yuu's shoulders, seemingly comforting him. The two of them watch Y/n with sadness in their eyes.*
Y/n: *Their eyes start to water slightly as they take a shaky breath* And as a child who was completely terrified of both my parents, I was always aware that this moment of grace, it meant something. We understood each other in a way. Me and my mom and my dad, as screwed up as we all were, we did understand each other. My mother, she knew what it’s like to feel your entire life like you’re drowning, with the exception of these moments, these very rare, brief instances, in which you suddenly remember… you can swim.
Octavinelle trio: *Seemingly understood what Y/n meant by the drowning metaphore, all three of them were worried. The one who felt the most worry was Azul*
Y/n: *Looks at the casket with teary eyes, knowing this sad but beautiful memory in their head wasn't truly happy* But then again, mostly not. Mostly you’re drowning. She understood that, too. And she recognized that I understood it. And Dad. All three of us were drowning, and we didn’t know how to save each other, but there was an understanding that we were all drowning together. And I would like to think that that’s what she meant when we were in the hospital and she said, “I see you.”
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm:
Y/n: *goes on to explain their personal relationships. But then stops realizing they've been going on and on missing the point of where they were going. They take a deep breath.* I’m not gonna stand up here and pretend I ever understood how to please that woman, even though so much of my life has been wasted in vain attempts to figure it out.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Notice Y/n becoming more sad the further they go on. They all wanted to get up and hug Y/n, but thought it best for them to continue the eulogy*
Y/n: *Chuckles slightly now remembering another moment before their mother died* But I keep going back to that moment in the ICU when she looked at me, and… “I-C-U.”
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All of them have their eyes widen as they come to a realization. They all stare at Y/n wondering if they caught what they just said*
Y/n: *Speaks slowly as tears well in their eyes. Their voice is soft as they peice everything together* “I… see… you.” Jesus Christ, we were in the intensive care unit. She was just reading a sign.
Housewardens: *Notice the tears in Y/n's eyes as they all feel bad.*
Y/n: *sighs and looks down, not wanting to face their friends in the room* My mom died and all I got was this free churro.
Grimm and Aduece: *Stare at Y/n, unsure what they should do after the funeral survice with Y/n*
Y/n: *Looks at everyone with eyes glazed with anger and sadness. Their tone was bitter as they point outside the funeral parlor door.* You know the shittiest thing about all of this? Is when that stranger behind the counter gave me that free churro, that small act of kindness showed more compassion than my mother gave me her entire goddamn life. Like, how hard is it to do something nice for a person? This woman at the Drive Thru place didn’t even know me.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Most of them seemingly understood Y/n's frustration. The only two who didn't were Malleus and Floyd, but they listened hoping to understand*
Y/n: *Looks at the casket with tears falling down their eyes. Their town is full of anger as they point at themselves* I’m your son! All I had was you!
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Were even more worried as they see Y/n start to cry and hear the desperation in their voice*
Y/n: *Their town shifts to a more happy tone, but its a light happinesss.* I have this friend. And right around when I first met her, her dad died, and I actually went with her to the funeral. And months later, she told me that she didn’t understand why she was still upset, because she never even liked her father.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, and Grimm: *All look at Yuu wanting to know if he knew of Y/n's friend and who she was*
Yuu: *Ignores the stares of the others and just watches Y/n intentivley, trying to memorize every detail so he could help Y/n decompress afterwards*
Y/n: *Smiles sadly, not knowing where to land their gaze* It made sense to me, because I went through the same thing when my dad died. And I’m going through the same thing now.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, and Grimm: *Were all curious, wanting to know more on how Y/n handled their father's death*
Yuu: *Only listened on knowing exactly what Y/n went through when their father died because Y/n told him*
Y/n: *Eyes widen once more, finding a connection between something an their mother's death* You know what it’s like? It’s like that show Becker, you know, with Ted Danson? I watched the entire run of that show, hoping that it would get better, and it never did. It had all the right pieces, but it just—it couldn’t put them together.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, and Grimm: *All have a curious stare at Y/n and Yuu not knowing what Becker was or what Y/n was talking about, but seemingly understanding the sentamet of the connection*
And when it got canceled, I was really bummed out, not because I liked the show, but because I knew it could be so much better, and now it never would be. And that’s what losing a parent is like. It’s like Becker.
Aduece duo *look at Yuu with curious eyes.*
Ace: *Speaks first as his hand is still on Yuu's shoulder* What's Becker?
Yuu: *Doesn't look at the Aduece duo, only focused on Y/n. Speaks in a hushed town* It's a show. I'll explain what it's about to everyone later...
Y/n: *Shudders through the tears trying to finish the connection to the show they just mentioned and the moment going on right now* Suddenly, you realize you’ll never have the good relationship you wanted, and as long as they were alive, even though you’d never admit it, part of you, the stupidest goddamn part of you, was still holding on to that chance. And you didn’t even realize it until that chance went away.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *They all have a sympathetic gaze on Y/n, some trying to understand what Y/n meant.*
Riddle and Yuu: *Seemingly were the only two who understood Y/n's desires for a better relationship witht heir mother*
Y/n: *Looks at the casket with tears in their eyes and a frustrated tone as all their friends watched* My mother is dead...And everything is worse now because now I know I will never have a mother who looks at me from across a room and says, “Y/n L/n, I see you.”
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All gasped, minus Yuu, at Y/n's statement about their mother's death. They all felt more saddened at what Y/n had admitted to wanting to be seen*
Y/n: *Takes a deep breath as tears still roll down their cheeks* But I guess it’s good to know. It’s good to know that there is nobody looking out for me, that there never was, and there never will be.
Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *They start to feel guilty because they want to be there for Y/n, the way Y/n wants them to be there.*
Y/n: *sighs and wipes their tears away, finally accepting the realization they had* No, it’s good to know that I am the only one that I can depend on. And I know that now, and it’s good. It’s good that I know that. So… it’s good my mother is dead.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All shocked but try not to make any noise. They watch and see Y/n trail off trying to end the eulogy. They also feel upset that Y/n feels so alone and that they need to feel independent. Malleus feels the worst because he doesn't understand how Y/n feels.*
Y/n: *ends the eulogy and sighs, walking out of the room not wanting to face anyone*
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Watches Y/n leave, unsure if they should follow or not.*
A/n: This is part my Bojack Horseman brainrot so I'm happy this is the first post! Hope it made you sad? idk it made me tear up a bit. This is part of the Free Churro monologue in the Bojack Horseman Episode Free Churro which is Episode 6 Season 5.
Taglist: @nightshade-clown
Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!
A Free Churro?
T/W: Death, funeral, ooc, bad parent relationships, a bit deep just for a crack fic, reader is depressed. Yuu is his own person and uses he/him pronouns. Fic under the cut
a/n: sorry if this is Y/n centered and not all the characters have a reaction but this is a monologue and to sort of stay true to the actual monologue there really isn't supposed to be any response. Also writing this like super late so sorry if its incoheirent. I could do individual scenarios and go deeper into each of their reaction if this is well recieved
Heres the referance if you wanna listen along both links are the same monologue
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All sitting in the audience of the funeral. Not knowing why they were invited, beside Yuu and Grimm. They all stare at the casket, unsure who it was.*
Y/n: *Walks out and starts the eulogy but first starts to explain why they were late* So I stopped at a drive thru place on the way here, and the girl behind the counter said, “Hiya! Are you having an awesome day?” Not, “How are you doing today?” No. “Are you having an awesome day?” Which is pretty… shitty, because it puts the onus on me to disagree with her, like if I’m not having an “awesome day,” suddenly I’m the negative one.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All gasp from Y/n's sudden explanation of the interaction between them and the lady behind the counter.*
Y/n: *continues to explain the interactions and how it went down* Usually when people ask how I’m doing, the real answer is "I’m doing shitty", but I can’t say I’m doing shitty because I don’t even have a good reason to be doing shitty. So if I say, “I’m doing shitty,” then they say, “Why? What’s wrong?” And I have to be like, “I don’t know, all of it?” So instead, when people ask how I’m doing, I usually say, “I am doing so great.”
Housewardens, vice housewardens, and the Aduece duo: *Are in shock about knowing Y/n's true feelings*
Y/n: *sighed going on trying to finish the story* But when this girl at the drive thru place asked me if I was having an awesome day, I thought, “Well, today I’m actually allowed to feel shitty.” Today I have a good reason, so I said to her, “Well, my mom died,” and she immediately burst into tears. So now I have to comfort her, which is annoying, and meanwhile, there’s a line of people forming behind me who are all giving me these real judgy looks because I made the Drive thru girl cry. And she’s bawling, and she’s saying, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” and I’m like, “It’s fine. It’s fine.” I mean, it’s not fine but, you know, it’s… fine. And I would like to order a Double Burger Meal, and I’ve kinda got somewhere to be, so maybe less with the crying and more with the frying, huh? And the girl apologizes again and she offers me a free churro with my meal. And as I’m leaving, I think, “I just got a free churro because my mom died.” No one ever tells you that when your mom dies, you get a free churro.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, and the Aduece duo: *At a loss for words, not knowing how to react. Feeling unsure if they should coverse with each other or stay silent. They chose to stay silent*
Y/n: Anyway, I’m sorry, that’s not part of the... *clears their throat trying to think of what to say next* All right. Okay, here we go. Let’s do this. Here I am, Y/n L/n, doing a eulogy, let’s go. *Goes on a monologue explaining the strained relationship between their mother and them.*
Ace: *Whispers to Yuu, Deuce, and Grimm* Never knew Y/n could hate someone so much
Riddle: *Speaks in a hushed voice* Ace, be quiet and listen to Y/n!
Housewardens: *All look at Y/n seeing how much they're struggling. Vil recognizes this to be a monologue.*
Malleus: *Confused as to how someone could hate a parental figure this much.*
Riddle: *Seemed to understand the pain of Y/n hating their mother. The other house wardens just watched, worried.*
Vice housewardens: *All sit patiently, trying to understand Y/n's trailing off. Jamil had the most concern out of the vice housewardens*
Grimm: *Grabs Yuu's hands with his small paw* I'm worried for Y/n*
Yuu: *looks to Grimm with a solemn look* I am too, but let's just listen right now. Might be good for them to get it out.
Y/n: *Sighs and looks at the casket once more reminiscing about when both their parents were alive.* My dad died about ten years ago of injuries he sustained during a duel. When your father dies, you ask yourself a lot of questions. Questions like, “Wait, did you say he died in a duel?” and “Who dies in a duel?”
Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Look at Y/n confused as to where this story is going. Ace and Deuce were trying not to laugh at the duel part.*
Housewardens and vice housewardens: *Stare at Y/n in disbelief, not knowing they could have such a messed up past. Riddle and Leona understanding the feeling of strained relationships with family*
Y/n: *Chuckled to themselves as they explain the story of their father's duel.* The whole thing was so stupid. Dad spent his entire life writing this book, but he couldn’t get any stores to carry it or any newspapers to review it. Finally, I guess this one newspaper thought he was pretty hilarious, because they ran a review and tore him to shreds. So my father, ever the proud Mary, decided he would not stand for this besmirchment of his honor. He claimed the critic didn’t understand what it meant to be a man, so he demanded satisfaction in the form of pistols at dawn. He wrote the paper this letter, saying anyone who didn’t like his book, he would challenge to a duel, anyone in the world. He’d even pay for airfare to San Francisco and a night in a hotel. Well, eventually this found its way to some kook in Montana, who was as batshit as he was and took him up on the offer. They met at Golden Gate Park and agreed: ten paces, then shoot. But in the middle of the ten paces, Dad turned to ask the guy if he’d actually read the book and what he thought, but, not looking where he was going, tripped over an exposed root and bashed his head on a rock.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All look at each other, then look back to Y/n. Some of them have a very clear reaction on their face while others had a straight face. They all had a similar thought in their head* 'How can someone leave their kid do fight in a duel'
Y/n: *Sees their friends' reactions, but goes on with their thoughts as it forms the on spot eulogy they are giving. Y/n starts to recall a time where they saw their mom decently okay.* My mom used to hold these glorious parties, they were really something. There were skits and magic acts, and very insensitive vaudeville routines, and the big finale was always a dance my mother did.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Were all intrigued at the scene. Vil had the most interist since pereforming was something he was well versed in*
Y/n: *Continues to go on seemingly imersed by the memories they had of the parties* She had this beautiful dress that she only brought out for these parties, and she did this incredible number. It was so beautiful and sad. Dad hated the parties. He’d lock himself in the study, and bang on the walls for us to keep it down, but he always came out to see Mom dance. He’d linger in the doorway, scotch in hand, and watch in awe, as this cynical, despicable woman he married… took flight.
Yuu: *Was the most worried out of the group that was there, wanting to run up and hug Y/n as he seemingly knew where this was going.*
Grimm: *Looked at Yuu and noticed the discomfort he felt and let Yuu hold his paw* It'll be okay, Y/n will be okay.
Aduece duo: *Place a hand on both of Yuu's shoulders, seemingly comforting him. The two of them watch Y/n with sadness in their eyes.*
Y/n: *Their eyes start to water slightly as they take a shaky breath* And as a child who was completely terrified of both my parents, I was always aware that this moment of grace, it meant something. We understood each other in a way. Me and my mom and my dad, as screwed up as we all were, we did understand each other. My mother, she knew what it’s like to feel your entire life like you’re drowning, with the exception of these moments, these very rare, brief instances, in which you suddenly remember… you can swim.
Octavinelle trio: *Seemingly understood what Y/n meant by the drowning metaphore, all three of them were worried. The one who felt the most worry was Azul*
Y/n: *Looks at the casket with teary eyes, knowing this sad but beautiful memory in their head wasn't truly happy* But then again, mostly not. Mostly you’re drowning. She understood that, too. And she recognized that I understood it. And Dad. All three of us were drowning, and we didn’t know how to save each other, but there was an understanding that we were all drowning together. And I would like to think that that’s what she meant when we were in the hospital and she said, “I see you.”
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm:
Y/n: *goes on to explain their personal relationships. But then stops realizing they've been going on and on missing the point of where they were going. They take a deep breath.* I’m not gonna stand up here and pretend I ever understood how to please that woman, even though so much of my life has been wasted in vain attempts to figure it out.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Notice Y/n becoming more sad the further they go on. They all wanted to get up and hug Y/n, but thought it best for them to continue the eulogy*
Y/n: *Chuckles slightly now remembering another moment before their mother died* But I keep going back to that moment in the ICU when she looked at me, and… “I-C-U.”
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All of them have their eyes widen as they come to a realization. They all stare at Y/n wondering if they caught what they just said*
Y/n: *Speaks slowly as tears well in their eyes. Their voice is soft as they peice everything together* “I… see… you.” Jesus Christ, we were in the intensive care unit. She was just reading a sign.
Housewardens: *Notice the tears in Y/n's eyes as they all feel bad.*
Y/n: *sighs and looks down, not wanting to face their friends in the room* My mom died and all I got was this free churro.
Grimm and Aduece: *Stare at Y/n, unsure what they should do after the funeral survice with Y/n*
Y/n: *Looks at everyone with eyes glazed with anger and sadness. Their tone was bitter as they point outside the funeral parlor door.* You know the shittiest thing about all of this? Is when that stranger behind the counter gave me that free churro, that small act of kindness showed more compassion than my mother gave me her entire goddamn life. Like, how hard is it to do something nice for a person? This woman at the Drive Thru place didn’t even know me.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Most of them seemingly understood Y/n's frustration. The only two who didn't were Malleus and Floyd, but they listened hoping to understand*
Y/n: *Looks at the casket with tears falling down their eyes. Their town is full of anger as they point at themselves* I’m your son! All I had was you!
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Were even more worried as they see Y/n start to cry and hear the desperation in their voice*
Y/n: *Their town shifts to a more happy tone, but its a light happinesss.* I have this friend. And right around when I first met her, her dad died, and I actually went with her to the funeral. And months later, she told me that she didn’t understand why she was still upset, because she never even liked her father.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, and Grimm: *All look at Yuu wanting to know if he knew of Y/n's friend and who she was*
Yuu: *Ignores the stares of the others and just watches Y/n intentivley, trying to memorize every detail so he could help Y/n decompress afterwards*
Y/n: *Smiles sadly, not knowing where to land their gaze* It made sense to me, because I went through the same thing when my dad died. And I’m going through the same thing now.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, and Grimm: *Were all curious, wanting to know more on how Y/n handled their father's death*
Yuu: *Only listened on knowing exactly what Y/n went through when their father died because Y/n told him*
Y/n: *Eyes widen once more, finding a connection between something an their mother's death* You know what it’s like? It’s like that show Becker, you know, with Ted Danson? I watched the entire run of that show, hoping that it would get better, and it never did. It had all the right pieces, but it just—it couldn’t put them together.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, and Grimm: *All have a curious stare at Y/n and Yuu not knowing what Becker was or what Y/n was talking about, but seemingly understanding the sentamet of the connection*
And when it got canceled, I was really bummed out, not because I liked the show, but because I knew it could be so much better, and now it never would be. And that’s what losing a parent is like. It’s like Becker.
Aduece duo *look at Yuu with curious eyes.*
Ace: *Speaks first as his hand is still on Yuu's shoulder* What's Becker?
Yuu: *Doesn't look at the Aduece duo, only focused on Y/n. Speaks in a hushed town* It's a show. I'll explain what it's about to everyone later...
Y/n: *Shudders through the tears trying to finish the connection to the show they just mentioned and the moment going on right now* Suddenly, you realize you’ll never have the good relationship you wanted, and as long as they were alive, even though you’d never admit it, part of you, the stupidest goddamn part of you, was still holding on to that chance. And you didn’t even realize it until that chance went away.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *They all have a sympathetic gaze on Y/n, some trying to understand what Y/n meant.*
Riddle and Yuu: *Seemingly were the only two who understood Y/n's desires for a better relationship witht heir mother*
Y/n: *Looks at the casket with tears in their eyes and a frustrated tone as all their friends watched* My mother is dead...And everything is worse now because now I know I will never have a mother who looks at me from across a room and says, “Y/n L/n, I see you.”
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All gasped, minus Yuu, at Y/n's statement about their mother's death. They all felt more saddened at what Y/n had admitted to wanting to be seen*
Y/n: *Takes a deep breath as tears still roll down their cheeks* But I guess it’s good to know. It’s good to know that there is nobody looking out for me, that there never was, and there never will be.
Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *They start to feel guilty because they want to be there for Y/n, the way Y/n wants them to be there.*
Y/n: *sighs and wipes their tears away, finally accepting the realization they had* No, it’s good to know that I am the only one that I can depend on. And I know that now, and it’s good. It’s good that I know that. So… it’s good my mother is dead.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All shocked but try not to make any noise. They watch and see Y/n trail off trying to end the eulogy. They also feel upset that Y/n feels so alone and that they need to feel independent. Malleus feels the worst because he doesn't understand how Y/n feels.*
Y/n: *ends the eulogy and sighs, walking out of the room not wanting to face anyone*
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Watches Y/n leave, unsure if they should follow or not.*
A/n: This is part my Bojack Horseman brainrot so I'm happy this is the first post! Hope it made you sad? idk it made me tear up a bit. This is part of the Free Churro monologue in the Bojack Horseman Episode Free Churro which is Episode 6 Season 5.
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Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!
the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
Récamier
First drabble! This was made as a way to torture my friend who has a slightly unhealthy obsession with vampires. That’s why it’s in first person, I usually write in the third! Anyways, hope you like it. :)
“So…” - He began. He sounded soft and patient. - “You told me last week you’ve been having nightmares, ones you’ve never had before.”
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I’m super thrilled to see another vampire lover! I see it SO rarely and I’ve felt like I’m alone in my little vampire series! Anyways welcome welcome and tag me please! I want more!
Omggg, you don’t even understand how happy your comment made me!! Tysm🥺 (I’m about to cry in a corner, brb).
I’m like lowhighkey super obsessed with vampires, so you’re definitely not alone on that one haha!
And I will totally tag you in my future vamp creations! I actually have another story ready that I will post very soon, so do look out for that :3
the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.
I don’t if anyone has shared this but I just found it on fb and it made me 🥺
REST IN PARADISE KING 👑
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I want a home mostly just to welcome people into it. There will be bowls of candy for guests, and the cookie jar is full. I’ll always say “I was just about to make a coffee/tea/cocoa, would you like one?” when somebody walks in. There’s lemonade and iced tea made fresh on hot days. Once it hits That Hour and they start saying they really should be going, I’ll remind them that the futon is always open, and I’m making cinnamon rolls tomorrow. There’s champagne and sparkling juice hidden on a high shelf just in case somebody announces their engagement or their pregnancy or their new job while they’re here. There is an extra chair in the living room, at the table, and on the deck, and it’s for you. I want to be able to say “if you’re ever in trouble, come to me.”
I haven't seen this circulating here on Tumblr, so I decided to make my own post.
last saturday, in Porto, there was a pride parade going down the street and this old man was standing there, by his front door, waving the portuguese flag. most people on the parade probably thought the same: old person waving the national flag? he's probably protesting against the parade, he's a nationalist of some sort.
then the old man called for that person to come near him. the whole parade stopped. everyone just.. stopped moving. they didn't know what to expect, and most expected the worst. and that person decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and approached the old man. and then... they traded flags, he hugged the person and then he waved the pride flag happily. everyone cheered him.
such a wholesome moment. 🥹❤️🌈
(edited to add the link to the video, in case the twitter post gets deleted or smth)
THIS IS SO CUTE 🥺
Just Want To Sleep
You're sick, Natasha is stuck working, Wanda is doing her best to help you. (natasha x reader)
Word Count. 1012
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“Please, you know me, I’m here all the time, I just want to go to sleep!” You half sobbed, pleading with the agent who was just typing away on her keyboard, effectively ignoring your desperate pleas. You shivered in your soaked sweater, wanting nothing more than to curl up in the arms of your girlfriend. Your nose was running but you were so stuffy.
“Ms, you know I can’t let you up without your keycard.” The woman explained, rolling her eyes as tears began to slip down your flushed cheeks.
“I am Agent Romanoff’s girlfriend. I called her, but she was in a meeting and couldn’t pick me up. I lost my wallet, dropped the keys to my apartment in a sewer grate and walked two miles to get here because I don’t have anywhere else to go. Now for the love of all the gods, let me go up or I will break something.” You breathed, your threats muddled with congestion.
“Y/n?” A feminine voice called, pulling you away from where you were probably getting too close to the other woman. You looked over and saw Wanda half jogging over to you, brow furrowed in concern.
“Oh sweetie, what happened to you?” She cupped your cheeks in warm hands and moved one to your forehead, trying to gauge your temperature.
“Wanda, she won’t let me up.” You sobbed, leaning into the arms of your best friend. Wanda slipped her arms around you and glared at the woman behind the desk, rubbing your back as you cried. She didn’t care that you were soaking her clothes, she was too angry. Her eyes glowed red, making the agent cower.
“Come on honey, I’ll have Stark deal with this later. Let’s get you warmed up.” The brunette fussed, walking you to the elevator. She didn’t try to make you stop crying, didn’t push you away and didn’t say anything except to whisper words of encouragement.
“Do you need help changing?” She asked as she led you to the room you and Nat shared when you came over. Embarrassment overcame you as you realized there was no way you could do this on your own. Then there was the sobbing.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to say it out loud. We’re going to get you changed, and I’ll dry your hair while we watch a movie. Nat’s going to be in a meeting with Fury for another hour or so, but I texted her and she’s trying to get out of it.” Wanda talked as she helped you undress, keeping her eyes locked on yours to reduce some of your humiliation.
“Fuzzy PJ’s?” She murmured, rifling through your drawers to find what she knew were your favorite clothes to wear when you were sick. They happened to be Natasha’s clothes, but still. They were your favorites.
“Where’s Tasha?” You sniffled, shivering as she helped you into Natasha’s departmentally issued sweatshirt and her softest sweatpants. She smiled gently and kissed your forehead, smoothing your hair back in a motherly show of comfort.
“Tasha’s in a meeting Y/n. She’ll be out soon, okay? For now, why don’t we get you something for this fever?” She held out a hand that she clearly wanted you to take, but you hesitated, blinking up at her with teary eyes.
“C’mon, you won’t want to get everything in here wet, hm?” You nodded and took the offered hand, allowing yourself to be led into a small living room where she deposited you on the comfortable looking couch. You curled up with a fluffy blanket and stared at the blank TV, only moving to cough into the blanket.
“Alright you, take this and I’ll dry your hair. What do you want to watch?” Wanda plopped down beside you and shoved a cup of medicine into your hand. Too tired to argue, you took it like a shot and leaned into your friend, smiling when she turned on The Lion King. It was your favorite movie of all time and she knew it.
The witch carded her fingers through your hair and began to dry your hair, the hot air soothing the chills and lulling you into a comfortable daze. You felt your head drooping and closed your eyes, allowing the brunette to help you feel better. Your head dropped against your chest and you shot back up, bumping into the hairdryer.
“Woah, easy. Take a nap Y/n/n, it’s okay.” She soothed, pulling you back into her lap. You shrugged mentally and sighed, a painful cough bubbling from your lips. Wanda rubbed your back comfortingly, shushing you softly as you fought back tears. Your throat hurt so badly, but the medicine was already taking effect. This time when sleep beckoned you, you fell into its embrace.
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When you opened your eyes, you found yourself in a different place. Instead of the couch you fell asleep on, you were curled up amongst a mountain of pillows, a heavy duvet encircling your sick body. You turned your head and squinted at the blurry figure beside you. The blurry figure with the flaming red hair and beautiful green eyes.
“Natty?” You rasped, drawing her from her reading. She set the book aside and pulled you against her chest, holding her tightly in her arms. All of the anxiety from before disappeared. She was here, she was finally here.
“I’m so sorry baby, I’m so, so sorry. You needed me and I couldn’t get you and now-” She broke off, cupping your face in her hands. You smiled sleepily and cuddled close to her, nuzzling into her chest.
“S’okay. You’re workin’. M’tired.” You slurred, exhaustion blurring your words. Natasha kissed the top of your head, her lips lingering against your hair. She didn’t seem to mind that you were sweaty or congested or blubbering all over her, she was just there. Holding you. Being warm and strong.
“You’re perfect, Y/n. You’re always here for me. I should’ve been here for you. But I am now rebenok and I’m not leaving you again.”
My adaptation of the God of Arepo short story, which was originally up at ShortBox Comics Fair for charity. You can get a copy of the DRM-free ebook here for free - and I'd encourage you to donate to Mighty Writers or The Ministry of Stories in exchange.
Again it's an honour to be drawing one of my favourite short stories ever. Thank you so much for the original authors for creating this story; and for everyone who bought a copy and donated to the above non-profits.
Storyboard sequence I made from the video game "Baldur's Gate 3"!! Love Karlach.