#I don't even know flower language I just googled all of this

[mistresscitrusslice]

Help me pick flowers for the Meljayvik funeral: Mel

Seeing as their impending death is fast approaching, it would only be polite to have preparations in place.

We will never forget you, Mel. 😔🙏🏼🕊️

[winnie1emon]

✧.* what happens when theodore nott encounters a sweet girl in the forbidden forest?

chaser!theodore nott x fawn!reader (fem pov)

word count: approx. 2.7k

c/w: MDNI!!, smut, sexual language, piv, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, fingering, creampie, one line of google translated italian (IM SORRY), chaser!theo is mostly for the intro, doesn't have significant impact on the plot

a/n: hi this was supposed to be a two-part story, but heh... thank you + sorry to everyone who was patient with me!! this is not proof read i fear꒰(˶◞ ‸ ◟˶)꒱ also also!! ive stopped procrastinating and set up my obx blog @rafesdearest <3

A large breeze entered the pitch, and the crowd cheered as Slytherin's seeker finally caught the golden snitch. Descending off his broomstick, Theodore wasted no time rummaging through the oncoming crowd to find the pitch's exit.

No, he didn't need heaps of Slytherin girls running their hands up and down his arm; no, he didn't need the glory from scoring 70 points for Slytherin; and no, he didn't need to hear the complaints of the opposing team. All he needed was a good fucking cigarette.

"For fucks sake," Theodore huffed, pushing through the rowdy waves of people, scowling as he caught a glimpse of a girl with one of his teammate's names written sloppily on her forehead.

With a final shoulder bump through the crowd, he found himself in the broom shed, tossing his broomstick carelessly inside and opting out of heading to the locker room for a quick change and shower.

He let out a large exhale, beginning to take large strides towards Hagrid's hut, ultimately nearing the Forbidden Forest. Contrary to popular belief, the Forbidden Forest wasn't all that scary; the woodsy smell filled Theodore's nostrils, making him scrunch his nose as the rainwater scent from earlier that day lingered.

Allowing the soft crunch of the leaves to take his attention away momentarily, he hadn't noticed the figure standing at his usual smoke spot, deep in the forest.

Fumbling with his pocket, his carton of cigarettes flew out, landing on the dirt with a soft thud. A frustrated groan escaped his lips as he took a few steps forward, reaching for the fallen pack as he saw another hand pick it up.

Startled, Theodore looked up, only to be met by what seemed to him the most random girl ever. He had never seen her before, despite her appearance suggesting that she was in his year, much to his surprise; he knew most of the people in Hogwarts-- a testament to his popularity.

"Thank you," he said, his voice laced with skepticism.

“You’re welcome,” you replied. “You just win?”

He was somewhat surprised that you knew, or even asked. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“You always come here after you have a game. When you lose you usually talk to yourself…” you trailed off, remembering the times you’d hear him cursing himself or his teammates under his breath whenever he lost. You idly gazed around the forest, eyes landing on a small flower by your feet. You crouched down to admire its pretty purple color.

As you did so, Theodore was still confused. “What? How do you know that?” he asked, his tone teetering over being curious and accusatory.

"Sorry, what?" you asked, missing his question as you were momentarily distracted.

Theodore rubbed his temple. Seriously? "I said, 'how do you know that?'"

"Oh! What- I'm always over there," you pointed out, your finger directing his eyes to a small pond about half a dozen yards away. "I come every day at the same time. Usually I start leaving once you arrive though." You stood back on your feet, taking his wrist as you airily led him there. "Here. The deer like to come usually, not anymore though."

You then realized you were just grabbing some guy's wrist without permission-- Theodore Nott's wrist. Letting go, you turned your head in the other direction as your face heated up.

Theodore raised a wry eyebrow as you dropped his wrists, averting your gaze from him before seeing the pretty area. "Why don't they come anymore?"

You had felt the color comfortably return to your face before saying, "There's just been a lot more litter lately. I don't think they like that."

He grimaced, unbeknownst to you, recalling all the cigarette butts he had casually dropped on the ground in the past few months. "Right..."

Unable to find anything else to talk about, you thought it was best to leave. "I'm going to head back."

You turned to leave, awkwardly stepping around a few of the stones on the ground before Theodore spoke. "So soon?" He looked at you teasingly, faint traces of arrogance on his face. "Thought we could get to know each other."

"Well I-- I told Hagrid I'd help him judge his new crop of pumpkins," you told him lamely.

"Mm. Sure."

His eyes followed you as you attempted to leave once more, weaving through the trees, eventually small enough to fade out of sight.

Cute.

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The following day, Theodore returned to the forest even though he didn't play a game that afternoon. He remembered you telling him that you would go there every day at the same time.

As he walked deeper into the woods, he spotted your form from afar, walking up to you as nonchalantly as possible.

"Hey."

You were currently tending to a few of the insects on the dirt, startled by his sudden greeting. Whipping your head around you saw him again-- Theodore and his gorgeous blue fucking eyes.

"Ah- Hi!" you exclaimed, giving him a large smile before quickly dropping it, subconsciously beating yourself up for being overenthusiastic. "There isn't a game today, what are you doing here?"

"Just you know, thought I'd come and get some fresh air. Didn't know you'd be here," he shrugged.

"I told you I come here at the same time every day," you told him, brows furrowed and lips quirking in a small smile.

"Forgot."

You were a bit suspicious at first, but he said it with such indifference that it simmered away.

This happened for the next few days; you'd constantly come to the forest, only to see Theodore already there, or him arriving shortly after. You both made conversation with each other and oddly enough, he was good company. Of course, you couldn't help but glance at his face for a moment too long from time to time, somewhat admiring his chiseled features or his captivating eyes. Sometimes you'd swear that his gaze would linger on you, tracing you from head to toe, but you swatted those thoughts away immediately.

The two of you grew much more comfortable with one another, even beginning to confide in one another about the teachers you didn’t particularly love or the embarrassing moments you guys had before locked away to never tell a soul.

About a week since your initial introductions, you went back to the pond as always, expecting Theodore to come soon after. Of course, what you weren't expecting, was to see a small herd of deer nearby. Your face melted into that of wonder, eyes glassy, having missed the deer during their disappearance.

Shortly after breaking out of your marveling trance, you noticed how most of the litter near the pond was gone. There were no cigarette butts, no chocolate frog boxes, and only one stray and empty bottle of butterbeer.

You heard someone approaching and by this point you knew it was Theodore. You scuttled over to him, interlocking your fingers before hastily dragging him over to the delightful sight.

“Look, look, look!”

He let you, allowing his body to be pulled by you, a quizzical smirk on his face. "Yes?"

“Theodore- look! The deer! They came back, the-“ you gabbed.

“I know,” he said gently.

“No, seriously! Theodore they’re back! There’s no more mess, so they came-,” you spoke incontinently before pausing. “You what?”

“I know.”

“Oh.” You were crestfallen for a moment, disappointed that you couldn’t have him share your excitement at the same time. “Did you already come here this morning?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Then how do you know?”

“I came here last night,” he said. You eyed him curiously, releasing your fingers from his before he spoke again. “I cleaned it myself.”

He shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal, like it was something he got done in a second.

“Huh?” you questioned, almost unbelieving.

“Come on, do I have to repeat everything for you sweetheart?” he simpered.

You were a bit daunted by his use of a nickname. Sure you two have gotten close over the past few days, but you didn't know you guys were that close...

"No sorry-," you apologized quickly. "It just sounded like you said you cleaned the whole thing yourself. But you wouldn't. I know you," you tried to tease, but his face , just moments ago coy and smug, was now unamused. Of course, you started to prattle as a last resort to not make things weird.

"Not that you're like lazy or anything! I meant that you just don't seem the type, -- er, you probably have better things to do with your time than clean and stuff."

The expression on his face was unreadable, and you could feel your soul wilting away with each passing moment.

"But if it was you then great! That's really, really great and uhm, kind of you!" You forced yourself to bring a finger up to your mouth to shut yourself up, a bead of sweat forming on your head.

Theodore leaned a bit closer, and he looked off. You couldn't tell if he was bothered or annoyed with you, or if he was just pulling your leg.

"You really don't get it, do you?"

Were you supposed to laugh...?

You opened your mouth, prepared to let out another incoherent string of apologies and nonsense, before you were interrupted by the feel of his breath on your face, followed by the soft landing of his lips onto yours.

It felt gentle, patient, almost like he was giving you the chance to pull away. But you didn't. He noticed, beginning to bring his hands to cup your face, and your hands found his hair, his tongue beginning seek entryway into your mouth and you granted it to him.

He became a little sloppy, his breathing ragged and his hands bringing your face impossibly close to his own. He got rougher, like he was was a man trapped and you were his first ray of sunlight in years. Somewhat overwhelmed, you brought your hands up to his shoulders, and he took it as a sign to pull away.

His hair had become mussed, his chest heaving up and down as he gasped for air.

"Sorry, sorry," he apologized sheepishly as he gave you a gap of space. "I got too... too," he huffed, catching his breath.

"No, you didn't do anything," you reassured him. "Just needed to- to soak it all in."

He gazed at you, face flushed and his embarrassment slowly fading. You granted yourself the ability to let your eyes travel down, stopping at the very obvious tent in his pants.

The sound of your heart beating filled your head, excitement and arousal about to pour out of you. You closed the gap between you both once more, pulling him into another kiss. You savored the small sound of surprise he made, your hand roving down to cup his erection that was straining against the denim of his jeans.

You heard him groan, pushing you a few steps back to place your back against a large tree, hands snaking down to flip your skirt up. He fondled your ass, lips detaching from yours to scoff a smile.

"Not chilly in this?" he asked you, fingers tracing the delicate lace of your underwear.

"Wanted to look cute," you defended.

"For me?"

You looked like you had been hit with a confundus charm, but that moment was short lived as you felt him lower your underwear, the air hitting your exposed cunt.

You ran a finger against the straining denim, making him twitch slightly. He lightly rubbed over your pussy, your arousal coating his fingers. He slipped a finger in, another one quickly following.

Your knees buckled for a moment as he pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt, finding a quick pace. You dropped your hand from his erection, now using it to hold onto the tree from behind for support as you let out a string of moans and whimpers in his ear.

He curled his fingers, finding the spot that made your eyes roll back, watching you with the most impish look ever. You were so close to orgasming quickly, and right as you were, he pulled his fingers out, releasing multiple incoherent mewls from you.

"Così dannatamente carina." (So damn cute).

Before you could complain about your lost orgasm, he had discarded of his zip up sweater, pulled down his pants, freeing his erection from his boxers, and lined up his cock with your cunt. Theodore lifted one of your legs up, supporting it with his hand to spread your legs. He pushed inside slowly, your pussy time to adjust to his thick cock.

"Shit, you feel so good," he whispered by your ear.

Each thrust of his hips would pressure your back harder into the tree, but the pain was unacknowledged as you could only focus on the pleasure currently pumping in and out of you.

"T-Theo," you mewled, looking at him with wide eyes, maintaining eye contact.

"Hm?" he asked, using his hand that wasn't supporting your leg brush a stray eyelash off your cheek.

You wanted to speak, but instead let out a strangled whine, the erotic noises of his cock entering in and out of your sopping cunt growing louder. You bit down hard on your lip, immensely stimulated because your cunt was getting the stuffing it needed, but because of how gorgeous he was.

He was otherworldly, the beautiful scenery visible past his face, no doubt only complimenting his features. You stared so hard, to the point that your brain had gone fuzzy and your moans and whimpers slipped out more frequently.

Theodore was clearly sharing the same feeling, beginning to bury himself deeper into you, his hips slapping against your clit each time.

He peppered kisses all over your neck, sucking on your skin until it left marks. Soon, his movements grew frantic-- much more than it already was, and his groans were shaky.

"Fuck, I'm- I'm going to come inside you," he panted.

Your cunt clenched against his cock, much like how you clung onto his shoulders, desperately wanting him to get impossibly closer to you.

"P-please," you begged. "I'm so close. M' gonna come."

He moved his head away from your neck, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the fresh hickey left on there. Gently putting down your leg, he used both hands to now cup your face, staring into the eyes, both of your irises dilated, pure lust on display.

You couldn't hold back any longer, your legs shook, your vision went blurry, and your walls tightened around his cock as you came. He followed shortly after, and with a final thrust, he shot warm, thick ropes of cum into your pussy.

He pulled out shortly after, breathing heavily. The remnants of his leaked out of you as you pulled your underwear back up, patting down your skirt.

Theodore returned his boxers to fit around his waist, zipping up his jeans quickly.

You both stood for a while, unsure if the silence was comfortable or not.

"That was," he spoke first, face flushed and hair disheveled.

"That was good," you said, hopeful that he would agree.

"Yeah. Yeah, it was."

The sun seemed to die down, grey clouds coming in, and you took it as a sign to go. "Should we go back into the castle?"

Theodore nodded in agreement and you pushed yourself off the tree trunk, taking wobbly steps back before he grabbed your wrist from behind.

"Wait." He retrieved his neglected zip up from off the leaf-filled ground, holding it near you, signaling you to outstretch your hands. You did, and he slowly helped you wear the sweater, zipping it up before flipping the hood back to it's intended state. "It's cold."

It was an unusual gesture-- not that it was out of character for him. Just because it was so kind and light, almost as if he didn't fuck the thoughts out of your head just moments before.

You gave him a small smile, allowing his arm to drape over your shoulder as you both started your trek back to the castle.

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[tac-the-unseen]

I love all ur blog sm!! Can I ask abt something with the slashers (specially Thomas <3) with an foreigner!reader that don't quit speak english very well and normally forget words?

(Sorry if something is spelled wrong, English is not my native language lmao)

Absolutely, I can!

And because the request didn't specify, this fic will strictly be about speaking a foreign language.

Sorry if this is inaccurate! I'm a native English speaker and don't know many who aren't. Sorry in advance!!

Slashers x Foreigner!Reader

Micheal Myers:

•This man will act like he doesn't care but in reality he's so intrigued. (It might be why you're still alive) 

•He’ll spend his time watching you practice your pronunciation and recognition patterns, like it's a movie.

•Is he a bit mean about it? Yes. Will he laugh? Probably.

•If you find yourself not knowing what certain words are and stumble around until you find the right word, You'd be surprised at how patient he is. 

•If you are very new to the English language he'll secretly get you flash cards and stash them into a place he knows you'll find them

•Despite everything, if you ask him for help, he will help. He might be mute but he can write and use TV to aid you.

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•Stu is already romanticizing your language, but instead of using the actual name of your language, he calls it “Talking pretty to me”

•Billy asks if you want any text books or study equipment to help you on your English speaking journey 

•Both boys are a surprising help! Stuttering trying to articulate what you mean? They've already jumped in to, A) help save you some of the embarrassment, and B) give you time to think about what you're trying to say. 

•Someone making fun of you? They're either dead or a social outcast by the end of the week. 

•Are you struggling to remember a certain word? These boys are willing play charades until you figure it out. And they won't drop it either, Stu says ‘It’s bad to give up when you've already come so far.’ 

•Over all it's not so bad (Stu 100,000,000% uses Google translate to figure out how to say ‘i love you’ in your native language) 

Thomas Hewitt:

•When both of you met, he had never met an actual foreigner before.

•He knew people travel around and occasionally some valley girl would end up in their small town, But someone from a whole different part of the world?

•His interest in you spiked the moment he heard your accent 

•Thomas has so many questions but doesn't know how to ask you

•With him being mute and your struggles with English, It's not the easiest relationship. In the end both of you just end up pointing at things and making noises to get your point across. 

•Absolutely loves to listen to you speak in your native language, Even if he'll never understand it. 

•When he's first trying to court you, he leaves you slightly damaged flowers (he struggled to pick them) to communicate his affection. 

•even with a language barrier, he's gonna love you like no one ever could 

Bubba Sawyer:

•He had no idea people outside of America existed 

•When You fell into the palm of Texas and his brothers found you failing to remember the word for your favorite snack, They knew you would be an easy target.

•When they kidnapped you and brought you to the basement so Bubba could chop you up, he was fascinated by the way you desperately tried to beg him not to kill you. 

•It ended in a huge fight in the family, But he got everyone to let you live a bit longer.

•Sits Criss Cross applesauce while you speak for your life. You could babble about anything and he would listen intently. 

•He pulls out his alphabet soup machine and spends hours typing with you. (You help him finally get past the clown level)

Bo Sinclair:

•absolute meanie, stinky poopy head about it >:(

•will mock your stutters and say stuff like “Oh come ON! The word is Cat! C. A. T. CAT! What's so hard about that?” 

•If you speak your native language around him, He thinks you're insulting him or intentionally hiding something. 

•”If you could say it to my face in your language you can say it to my face again in mine!”

•The same sentiment is not shared when it involves bedroom fun

•Will eventually apologize, But that's going to take a while 

Vincent Sinclair:

•As another non-speaking fellow he takes his time to make sure you two can understand each other 

•He’ll mostly use body language and and little doodles to get his point across 

•Stuttering over a word? He doesn't care, he'll let you work it out without any judgment!

•Want his help? He has several books, Vincent will just pull out a book he knows as the word in it, flipped to the page, and point at the word. 

•Love listening to you talk, In English or not. He'll happily let you yap his ear off. 

Lester Sinclair:

•Poor boy was lovestruck when he first heard you talk!

•Full on heart eyes while you explain where you're from and how you ended up here 

•If you end up fumbling on a word he'll start shouting out potential words for what you're trying to say. 

•Example: “and then I had too…uh…um..” “Run? Pee? Eat? Were you hungry? Are you hungry right now?” 

•So helpful, I know

•But the guy is already googling restaurants based off your native cuisine. He's got the date set up. 

•”It's no biggie, I'm a native English speaker and I still can't get it right!” 

Billy Lenz:

•Billy 100% understands the struggle of finding the right word to say 

•He can't stop stuttering himself, so when you start stuttering you kind of reinforce us in his brain that you were meant to be together 

•He feels like he can bond with you over it, and even feel safer around you knowing that you also mess up 

•the thing is if you start stuttering, he'll start stuttering. If you can't get it by God he will.

•”W-we can't bo-oth be wrong.” 

Brahms Heelshire:

•this man will 100% try to learn your language as soon as he finds out you're a foreigner

•That man has a huge library, there's bound to be at least one book written in your mother tongue 

•He spends a lot of time practicing your native language so he can speak to you more comfortably

•You already know he has children's learning books he'll pull out if you ask. 

•Can't find the word you're looking for? He's already 10 books deep, he'll find it for you. 

•Brahms is a well-educated man and he intends to use His years of learning to help 

•If you want to take classes to better your English skills he will 100,000% throw money your way to do so.

Hannibal Lecter:

•Now Hannibal really understands 

•He's a Lithuanian who learned English as a 10 year old

•He didn't struggle as much, But for the first couple of months you bet he was stumbling. 

•If you're struggling with a word, He has a process of teaching you so you don't forget it again. 

1) Identify what you're trying to say 

2)Slowly begin to sound out the word 

3)Have you recite the word a few times 

4)He'll either teaches you a little tune to remember or he'll do something so you remember the moment 

•Does it feel a little condescending? Yes. But it works 

•He's also willing to pour an ungodly amount of money into your English education if you ask 

•He'll even teach you himself in his spare time

Will Graham:

•Doesn't really know what to do, He's a bit awkward about it 

•He'll also identify the word and repeat it a few times so you can get a better handle on it.

•He thinks it's a bit funny and a bit cute when you stutter or mispronounce something 

•He will gently correct you and move on like nothing happened 

The Lost Boys:

•holy fucking shit this is a cluster fuck, let's do this one by one 

•David

-David, having been around a while, has picked up a couple languages.

-If he does know the language you're speaking he'll speak it back to you and guide you into English better than the other boys could 

-If not, he'll just read your mind and tell you what you're trying to say. It's by far the easiest way to articulate what you mean. 

•Dwayne

-Dwayne being just slightly younger than David has also picked up a couple languages 

-It's really the same if he does know your language But with a little more verbal teaching 

-If he doesn't he'll patiently wait until you figure out what you're trying to say. 

•Paul

-as soon as you start to stutter over yourself Paul starts shotgunning words off 

-some slightly related to the situation and others wildly out there 

-”Drink? Food? Ocean? Horse? The unforgiving eyes of God and His kingdom???” 

-he'll do this to confuse you and have a nice laugh 

•Marko

-Marko speaks English and Italian, so if your language isn't one of those two you're kind of shit out of luck 

-”Come on babe, you'll get it” 

-He finds it a bit funny but still tries to help in little ways 

Thanks for reading <3

Sorry if this seems hastily written together, I haven't had the request in a while so I kind of jumped at the opportunity.

[s-awturn]

What it's like to date them || F1 Grid

cw: cuteness, display of affection, obscenity (?), a little dirty and degrading, love in its purest form.

starring: LH44, CS55, CL16, LN4, OP81, MV1 x latina!fem reader

a/n: after days without posting anything, I'm back, before you ask, I have the draft of Underworld Sun started, I have a Toto oneshot halfway through and something else in the draft, however,I wanted to write this because I know you like it and I like to make my readers happy, so enjoy!

he is a complete gentleman, he opens doors for you, pulls out chairs for you to sit down;

LEWIS HAMILTON:

even though he is very discreet, he makes sure everyone knows that you are his;

he loves it when you wear his clothes publicly or clothes with his name and/or number on them;

flowers, gifts, even a car, he loves to spoil you with anything you want;

jealous? Absolutely not, he knows that no one is good enough to attract his attention;

he loves your legs, completely in love with them and loves them even more when they are around his waist or head;

kisses on the hand and forehead are common things in your daily lives;

he loves it when you speak to him in his native language, he pretends he doesn't understand anything just to see you blush when he asks what it means;

there are many photos of you on his Instagram, without any further comments;

he likes privacy, so no quick sex in risky places;

in fact, he hates quick sex because he likes to fuck you in his own time, without rushing;

'Mrs. Hamilton's, 'my love', 'my life', 'darling', that's all he talks to you about.

but it's not because you're not going to have sex in some risky place that he won't tease you, he fucking loves seeing you trying to control yourself, keeping your composure;

fetish for compliments? Yes;

even if they are degrading compliments;

“You're so beautiful, baby, how can someone so beautiful be so depraved?”

you are the paddock's favorite couple;

CARLOS SAINZ:

he carries your bag or anything you have in your hand;

'mi reina', 'corazón', 'mi tesoro', 'mi cielo' is what he always calls you;

he takes you to Mallorca whenever he can;

sex in the car, sex in the driver's lounge, sex after the races, sex anywhere;

if there is an argument, his father is on his side;

you hate that he pays for things for you, but he doesn't care, he will pay for anything you want;

he is always, always touching you;

he always takes you to parties where he knows Latin music will be playing, because he loves to see you dance;

he loves to fuck you in your old bedroom at your parents' house, with your family downstairs;

long, overstimulating foreplay;

cute declarations of love in spanish and italian because yes;

he loves dancing reggaeton, salsa, samba or bachata with you;

yours, completely yours. He dedicates victories to you, you are the one he turns to in bad times, it is always about you;

sometimes he doesn't pay attention to what you say because he's obsessed with the movements of your mouth, he loves your mouth, kisses you whenever he can and loves the feeling of your lips around his cock;

kink size, kink size, kink, size, kink size, kink size;

"Don't make noise, corazón, we don't want your parents to hear you moaning, right?"

you are always holding hands, in any situation, anywhere;

CHARLES LECLERC:

he himself took his things to his house, clothes, cosmetics, books...;

he records TikTok trends with you;

he loves kissing you, from little pecks, cute kisses, to those that take your breath away and leave you anxious;

he understands a little Spanish and no Portuguese, but he loves to hear you speak and tries to use Google Translate (and fails miserably);

dance with him, dance for him, for God's sake just dance;

he loves your home country, loves knowing that you come from a different culture than his and wants to learn everything;

you are always traveling around your country, he loves dating a Latin girl;

it takes you to the best places in Monaco;

and fucks you in all of them;

'mon amour', mon cœur, 'mon ange', 'mon bébé', 'douceur', are some of the nicknames he calls you;

even if it is risky;

he installed The Sims on his computer for you to play;

He always wants you, his desire for you knows no bounds;

call him to fuck anytime, he will want to. Always;

he prepares movie sessions for you in the living room;

he cooks for you (and he's good at it);

Leo likes you more than you like him, and he loves it;

he always takes you to the Paddock, but keeps you away from Max Verstappen (for safety);

he loves (a lot) your hips, he's always touching them, holding them tightly, he's in love with that part of your body and loves it when you wear clothes that highlight this area;

"S'il te plaît, mon amour, sit on my face"

he's a complete sucker for you;

LANDO NORRIS:

there are few things he loves more than you;

he is literally the guy who likes to get hit by beautiful women;

especially if it's you;

he loves (so fucking much) when you speak Spanish or Portuguese to him;

and is learning the language;

wear his clothes and have him on his knees for you;

he buys you many, many books, just so you read to him;

always posts photos of yourself on Instagram stories;

quality time, absolutely, he loves spending time with you;

he is completely versatile, he has no problem letting you take charge sometimes;

he actually loves it when you boss him around;

unexpected trips, gifts, he loves to spoil you;

he likes to leave marks on you, nothing too rude, just something that reminds you of him at random times;

no problem teasing you in public, seeing you blushing and breathless without being able to react is his guilty pleasure;

very much in favor of caresses on the back of the neck or chin;

you can interrupt when he is playing, but only you;

he looks for you at the end of races, before anyone else;

'my dear', 'sweetie', 'bae' are the ways he likes to call you;

he loves it when you sit on his lap voluntarily;

he loves your eyes, but he doesn't deny that your breasts are his favorite part;

he sleeps with his hand on his chest, always;

"Five minutes, I just need five minutes with you, sweetie."

he likes to keep things low-key, call him low profile if you want;

OSCAR PIASTRI:

literally the kind of guy who only smiles with his girlfriend;

he is the good guy, he buys you flowers, drops you off at home, sends you letters, buys you chocolates;

the guy your parents would like you to marry;

the guy who always makes you cum before him (multiple times);

makes a point of leaving a discreet reference to you on the helmets;

buy food and things that remind you of your country;

as much as he love to see you speaking your native language, he feel embarrassed to ask you to speak;

he always does what you want because he knows you will do what he wants in bed;

words of affirmation, but always by letter or text message;

he has a sweet face, angelic even, but he's the kind of guy who takes you to the limit, makes you cum multiple times, leaves you overstimulated;

take him to see your country, he will love seeing the place where you grew up;

a little basic? Yes, he just calls you 'love' or 'angel' and you love it;

He will make a point of participating in your hobbies or reading your favorite books so he can talk to you;

he is a fan of soap operas, he watches them all with you;

he listens to his favorite playlists;

he loves your hands, his hand is always intertwined with yours;

but he also loves your legs, he wastes a lot of minutes of his life looking at them when you wear skirts, shorts and dresses;

"Can you give me one more, honey? I know you can"

MAX VERSTAPPEN:

he's crazy about you, completely and utterly in love with you;

that's why he's your number one fan, he follows everything you do, he roots for you and he doesn't try to hide it;

yes, he's jealous and hates other people wanting you, after all you are his;

but he loves it when you wear clothes that flatter you and insists that you wear them, after all anyone who tries something against you will have to fight with him;

He is intense, and he makes sure you know, the kisses, the touches, all his demonstrations towards you carry this intensity;

he loves to do what you want, spoiling you is the least he does;

be a spoiled brat, he will love it;

he will fight anyone for you;

he loves the fact that you are Latina, he loves it when you speak to him in Spanish or Portuguese;

he loves when you cook for him;

he always gives you tulips, he knows you don't like roses;

he doesn't care about the place or who is listening, he will want to fuck you anywhere, as long as they don't see you;

speaking of which, he prefers to see you from above, or any other position that sees your face;

breeding kink? yes. brat behavior? yes!

he loves to dominate you, make you needy and anxious for him;

'mijn liefde', 'mijn engel', 'mijn meisje', he prefers these nicknames to refer to you;

he likes to text you;

or when you wear his clothes;

whatever you want, it's yours;

root for him and you'll have the best night of your life (until he gives you another one)

"Don't be spoiled, dear, I always give you what you want"

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[inklore]

if it's one thing your girl is great at it's making a million different google docs full of lists full of resources, ideas, etc that will help future me when it comes to posting fics.

fic titles are literally one of the biggest lists i have and not even in a perfect world where i write ten fics a day would i ever be able to use all of these, and i don't like to see things go to waste, and i know there's people out there that struggle with titles as much as i do. so i hope this list comes in handy for someone!

i don't think i need to say this but just in case: no one owns fic titles, anyone can use these, a dozen people or one or none. these are literally just words and letters. no one owns them. sharing is caring, enjoy lovies!

★ — ONE WORD.

overboard 

runaway 

repercussions 

sledgehammer 

stargazing 

symmetry 

deathless 

honey 

retrograde 

stitches 

gravity 

helpline 

hollow 

suffer 

pushing 

warrant 

want 

wonder 

emotions 

nonchalant 

lavender 

daydream 

nosebleed 

jigsaw 

static 

float 

limbs 

hologram 

careless 

lush 

rotting 

phonograph 

hypnotic 

splinters 

magnetic 

wasted 

lithium 

dealer 

she

candles 

sabotage 

secrets

better

crescendo

deny

phenomenon

nights

guilty

move

criminal

blue

rise

thirsty

strangers

clockwork

closer

hectic

change

somebody

more

misery

like

sour

lowkey

peaches

she

nervous

sympathy

scars

disappear

melody

gemini

cruel

persona

supernatural

nectar

obsessed

casual

tryant

xo

dare

honestly

yummy

out

paradise

nuts

groin

heaven

lost

stardust

tangerine

monolith

lunch

pov

perfume

dealer

tough

arson

★ — TWO WORDS.

hush hush

night away

heart stop

stone heart

waiting for

black rose

sad kids

spine breaker

look here

autumn leaves

for you

spring day

love maze

bad decisions

take two

wild flower

blue side

rainy days

face off

slow dancing

polar night

like crazy

club heaven

deeper water

romantic devil

hold me

angel eyes

picture you

after midnight

twilight zone

drain me

sorry sorry

pretty please

how sweet

bubble gum

empty box

love therapy

play me

red velvet 

cherry bullet 

midnight guest 

cherry wish 

code words

ghost walk

bad intentions 

atlas hands 

broken crown 

crystallized words 

filthy pride 

fresh eyes 

heavy feet 

hungry ghosts 

imaginary paintings 

neon jungle 

perfect storm 

slow hands 

stop signs 

sad farewells 

untranslated stars 

after hours 

bad liar 

bonfire heart 

bruised lips 

cherry bomb 

damaged goods 

dead end 

fire away 

gunpowder hourglass 

lonely together 

lost language 

old moons 

one dance 

paper knees 

sleepy eyes 

stolen dance 

vice city 

artificial heart 

cry baby 

daylight fading 

dream awake 

empty bottle 

exit wounds 

ghost orchards 

moving stones 

paper walls 

oceans away 

playing fiction 

something wild 

wild thoughts 

everybody’s fool 

eyes closed 

storms incarnate 

writing tragedies 

stereo driver 

soul searching 

party’s over 

backseat driving 

fearful heart 

backwards directions 

nosebleed seats 

high hopes 

lovers rock

wet dream 

selfish soul 

washed away 

rose rogue 

midnight sun 

teenage fantasy 

wandering romance 

sure thing 

wildest dreams 

rock candy

losing momentum 

ruin you 

heart holiday 

sink her 

cut splinters 

hot mess 

frozen devotion 

little star 

blind faith 

favorite crime 

romantic homicide 

those eyes 

play pretend 

plot line 

pretty poison 

intimidate you 

pretty face 

strawberry kisses 

lovers rock 

worlds apart 

desperate/separate ways 

those eyes 

the blonde 

loving machine 

spill blood

someone’s someone

★ — THREE WORDS.

got my number

happy without me

not over you

crazy for you

back to you

flame of love

just one day

let me know

hold me tight

make it right

closer than this

love me again

still with you

out of love

never let go

love in space

ready to bleed 

bleed for love

between the bars 

can’t be still

cold morning mist 

in cold blood

matter of time 

piece by piece 

ship to wreck 

taut with love 

waste a moment 

can’t see straight 

down and out 

in a blackout 

just like fire 

notes on tenderness 

across the room

fire with fire 

going half-mad

loving to ruins 

rust to gold

send my love 

talking in code 

cradling a dream 

cut to black 

dear to me 

run me dry 

dancing with demons 

kiss and tell 

if you care 

the cry out 

steal this night 

just for now 

heart on fire 

hold my head 

nobody but you 

simple and plain

a familiar sound 

fool for you 

drown your memory 

falling into you 

just like heaven 

warm like beaches 

love that stings 

rotting in places 

moves on you 

save your tears 

a single tear 

light my cigarette 

long nights, daydreams 

boys like you 

love me forever 

hands on me 

like a phonograph 

taking over me 

dug so deep 

touch the ground 

heart shaped box 

where’s my love

tears of gold

lover of mine 

love me wrong

kiss or kill 

exes and why’s 

love is easy 

stupid in love 

easy to love

lost with you 

glimpse of us 

keep you safe 

death with dignity 

just like heaven 

heart of glass 

baby i’m yours 

pull my strings 

★ — FOUR+ WORDS.

love me a little

happy without me

you can't hold my heart

wishing on a star

give it to me

around the world in a day

waste it on me

this mess is yours

feeling like i do 

on a war path 

blood on the surface 

corner of the sky 

do the divine love 

drinking the corinthian sun 

everything is laced in (add word) 

lost in the moment 

in the nick of time 

mouth like a pomegranate 

the bones you’re made of 

when the mania speaks 

all desire & no thought 

blue in the face 

collapsing and relapsing 

middle of the night 

sail to the sun 

lay down your arms 

falling into the sky 

take me where your heart is 

she’s like the bad weather 

kill for your love 

the cigarette and the smoker 

the match and the fuse 

saint, i’m a sinner 

when the sky comes falling 

pretty little hand in mine 

even when the sun don’t shine

staring at the sun / sunset 

tangled up with you all night 

paper airplanes flying 

maybe i’m a fool 

tastes like rock candy 

blood in a lemon

(a) heart ready to die 

fate is losing its patience 

at least we feel alive 

death for your secrets 

someone’s gonna ruin you 

dancing in a crowded room 

smell you on my clothes 

always taste like you 

leave me wanting more 

hunger for (insert here) 

swim before you drown 

put your hands on me 

drink my (these) tears and cry 

i’d sleep all day just to dream of you 

so high we never stood a chance 

i’d break down anytime for you 

maybe i’m wrong, or maybe it’s true 

i only breathe so that i breathe with you

a worn out cassette 

lips on my cold neck 

talking in my sleep 

make me feel like someone else 

locked inside your heart 

hooked on her flesh 

it’s bloody and raw 

the angel of small death 

just a couple sinners 

smiles cover your heart 

charmer and the snake 

stuck on your thumb 

if i killed someone for you 

dancing with your ghost 

i miss you, i’m sorry 

woman of the hour 

shut up and look pretty 

queen of the night 

devil in a dress 

the thought of you 

to be your lover 

falling over you 

just like a movie 

love on the line 

[rubyin-wonderland]

Flowers

opla!Zoro x reader

Summary: Zoro may not speak the language of flowers, but he'll find a translator for you.

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, googled the flower meanings so ehhhh

Note: I managed to put these flowers into a board to imagine it but if someone wants to draw the bouquet please do I wanna see it (please please please please please please)

Zoro stood awkwardly in the middle of the shop, looking around at the colourful blooms surrounding him. He had no idea what he was doing there. He knew nothing about flowers. He could hardly name one blossom on the tables around him, or dangling over his head.

The room was silent. Whoever ran this little store was absent at the moment, which typically would not be a problem, but with no experience to guide him, Zoro was lost and alone, wandering from aisle to aisle, hoping not to step improperly and risk knocking a planter over.

He admired the flowers, cautiously reaching out to touch a stray petal in curiosity, when a crash sounded from behind him.

He whipped around, ready for a sign of danger, but all he could see was a kid in oversized glasses looking sadly at a broken pot, several yellow flowers spilling onto the floor. The kid swore, and kicked a large piece of the pot under one of the green tables.

"How can I help you?" The kid asked, looking up at Zoro, trying to look serious.

"Are there any adults here?" He asked quietly, trying not to leave this job in the hands of a child.

"Nope. Just me. What do you want?" The kid frowned. Zoro shifted his weight from foot to foot, before leaning back against the table behind him.

"There's a flower language, right?" He asked, feeling a bit ashamed of his lack of knowledge on the subject.

The kid's eyes lit up. "There is! What do you want to make? A declaration of war? An insult bouquet?" The kid jumped up on a stool, beginning to look through the variety of flowers at the ready.

"No. A love letter."

He had heard you talking about the language of flowers a couple days ago, although not to him. He had then decided to surprise you. A bouquet, made of flowers describing his feelings for you. Unfortunately for him, the only thing he knew about the language was that there was one. He had no idea how to make an arrangement, much less what to put in it.

"A love letter is boring." The kid sighed, moving the stool over to a different section of the greenhouse, letting Zoro follow. "So what do you want it to say?" The kid asked.

"I don't know. Something romantic." "Wow. You suck at this." Zoro huffed.

"Well, what do you like about this person?" The kid asked, standing on the table now, going back and forth through the planters, scanning the plants.

Zoro frowned. "Well, they're nice." The kid sighed. "Is that all?"

"What do you want from me?" Zoro asked. "They're nice. I wasn't lying to you." "Give me something else."

Zoro sighed. This was more difficult than he thought it was going to be. "They're strong. They fight excellently. Like the greatest warrior in a king's guard."

The kid threw a fist in the air. "That's what I'm talking about!"

The kid dashed in between the planters, returning with a few leaves and a couple flowers, one white, the other a collection of peachy pink blooms on a long stem. "Cress for power and stability, edelweiss for daring, and gladiolus, the flower of fighters." Zoro nodded his head. "Perfect. Use that."

"Okay, what else?" The kid asked, eyes wide. "What else?" "Yeah. What else? This isn't a love letter, it's a boring statement. You have to tell me more."

"Fine. Their smile is pretty. Whenever they smile, I do too. It's instinctive. They're happy so I am."

The kid pretended to gag before rushing off again, this time retrieving some tiny orange flowers. "Daisies. Orange for joy and sunshine." Zoro nodded. "Okay. They know how to have fun. I'm never bored with them. Even if we're just sitting alone, I'm amused. They're funny, and know what to do to make me feel better."

The kid chuckled fondly at Zoro's rambling. "I will never understand love."

The stool was moved to a different table so the kid could run around in a different area, grabbing stalks off plants of tiny red and pink blossoms coating the stem. "Red and pink hyacinth. For playfulness."

"Good. Their eyes are pretty." There was a laugh from the kid as the flowers were thrust upon Zoro, left for him to catch and keep safe. "Hang on." The kid ran away, laughing maniacally, looking for the right flower. It appeared as tiny white blooms, but the top petals were short, making a sort of stage out of the lower petals.

"Eyebright. To tell them that their eyes are bewitching." The kid laughed, carrying the flowers over to a workbench. "Anything else to add?"

Zoro huffed, but began to say more. "They're tough. Brave. Willing to do what is right. Even when the world seems to rise against them, they fight."

"Wow." The kid laughed. "I wanna meet your little sweetie." Zoro frowned, sending the kid off in a hurry of red and pink petals.

A handful of tiny flowers were presented to Zoro, with small white petals around a big yellow center. "Chamomile. Energy in adversity."

Now, the kid was running out of hand room to grab flowers, instead telling Zoro to hold the flowers while the kid carefully arranged each bloom carefully, pink, red and white mixing together peacefully on a bed of frilly green leaves.

"Needs more." The kid observed, looking back up at Zoro. "Your sweetie, what do you want to say? What's the message you want to send?"

Zoro thought for a second before the words began to spill.

"I want them to know that I love them. That I stand behind every action they make. That I am a crutch they can use when they're hurt and a shield they can hide behind when they're tired. I am grateful that they picked me to be theirs, and I hope they can stay mine forever. My love for them is eternal."

The kid stared, starry eyed at the man holding the flowers. "I've got some."

Once again the kid took off, this time leaving Zoro with his bouquet, where he observed each of the flowers, knowing that by giving them to you he would be sending a message. A deep message, from his heart. He hoped you would like it. He needed you to understand it, because he had not remembered a single flower's name, nor it's meaning.

"Goldenrod, salvia, and bellflower!" The kid shouted from across the room, arriving in front of Zoro with some blooms of yellow, red, and a light, nearly white pink.

"Goldenrod for encouragement, red salvia to say 'you're mine forever', and bellflower, unwavering love."

The completed bouquet was lovely, a portrait of love, painted in reds, yellows, whites and pinks, almost a sunset of colours, diverse blooms flourishing from the place where Zoro's hands kept them from flying away.

The kid grabbed the flowers and brought them over to a table, setting the flowers down and arranging them carefully, wrapping the finished product in brown paper and tying a pink bow around the piece. Zoro had to admit, it looked pretty.

He took the bouquet gently, turning it over, looking at the presentation, nodding. "How much for it?" He asked, fishing some money out of his pocket.

The kid charged him, and with the promise of returning to send an insult bouquet next time he came over, Zoro left, prepared to give you your gift.

He found you wandering about the town, gazing into a shop window at a pile of curious trinkets being displayed, shining in the sun.

There was a visible bandage on the side of your leg, indicating an injury that should have prevented you from walking about, but you insisted upon your adventures, despite Zoro's clear worry for you.

Of course he had to leave you to fetch the flowers, but he had told you to stay put, sitting on the fountain in the middle of town, where you could do all the people watching in the world without stressing your injury. You had wandered anyways.

You caught a glimpse of Zoro in the window, turning around to face him with a smile, weight placed mostly on the unbandaged leg.

"There you are! I was worried you got lost!" You observed, eyes catching on the hand hidden behind Zoro's back. "What do you have there?"

Trying to hide a smile, Zoro unveiled the bouquet, watching giddily as you gasped, immediately looking in to inspect the flowers.

"Wow, Zoro did you make this for me?" You asked in awe.

"Who else would I make a bouquet for?" Zoro asked, sounding offended.

"I love it."

You took it carefully, hands reaching out to touch the soft petals. You gently held one of the smaller white flowers. "Edelweiss?" You guessed. Zoro recognized the name and nodded. "Calling me brave?" Zoro rolled his eyes, although he could not be enjoying the moment more. "You're one of the bravest people I know, don't be stupid."

You laughed at his attempt to stay stoic in your presence, even though his flowery declaration of love was staring at you.

You deciphered a few more flowers, looking to Zoro for confirmation of each one.

He watched calmly as you pressed a kiss to his lips. "Zoro, this is beautiful. Thank you so much." You carefully embraced the flowers in your arms.

"It was nothing." He shrugged. "Nonsense." You wrapped an arm around him, the flowers carefully protected from your half-hug. "Let's go back, I want to put these in some water to keep them fresh for as long as possible."

Zoro let you lead him back to the ship, watching as you filled a pitcher with water, settling the flowers in, adjusting each one until it looked perfect. Zoro watched as you worked, a fond smile breaking through his attempts at staying collected. When you were done, you picked up the pitcher. "I'll keep them by my bedside and in a few days I'll hang them up to dry so I can keep them forever." You smiled.

Zoro just walked around behind you, arms linking around your body. "Thank you Zoro." You said, leaning your head back, nuzzled into his neck. "You're welcome." He replied, voice quiet, soft in the quiet, creating a long moment for the two of you to enjoy.

The door creaked open, revealing Sanji, who saw the flowers and cocked his head to the side, an unasked question lingering in the air. "Mosshead, did you?" He asked, as if the very idea of Zoro being considerate was beyond him, an exaggerated mask of disbelief on his face.

"Yeah I did." Zoro said defensively, arms squeezing you slightly. "Made it myself." Mostly.

"Well, seems you aren't a romantic lost cause after all." Sanji hummed.

"We were busy." Zoro grumbled, hoping to go back to your moment of silence, but Sanji immediately set up shop in the island. "And I've got mouths to feed. Including yours."

You tugged Zoro along, the pitcher in your hands. "Come on," you coaxed. "Let's leave Sanji to his work."

As the days passed, you cared for your bouquet diligently, changing out the water and snipping the stems. When the flowers began to wilt, you immediately tied them up, attaching them to a string on your wall, so that there was a line of flowers out to dry on your wall, ready for their beauty and meaning to be preserved.

One day, Zoro was napping, when he felt something rest on his lap. Still tired, he refused to open his eyes, but he could tell by the sound of the footsteps that it had been you interrupting his rest.

When he opened his eyes, you were gone, leaving only a small bundle of flowers on his lap, this bouquet a painting of blues and purples, with the odd yellow flower to break it up.

Tucked in the flowers was a card, with small drawings of the flowers contained in the bouquet, and why they meant.

Reciprocated love, protection, united souls, loyalty, a much shorter letter, but one written with love nonetheless.

His eyes caught on the description for one of the purple flowers. Astragalus - your presence softens my pain. His eyes flickered up to where you had disappeared after delivering the gift, noting your head peeking not-so-subtly around the corner.

"Come here." He ordered, and you came over, sitting next to him with a smile. "You like it?" You asked pleasantly.

He wrapped his arms around you. "I was doing something nice." He grumbled, sounding half serious about his anger. "And you have to go and be nicer."

He felt you laughing beneath him. "Just enjoy the flowers, you sourpuss." You squirmed out of his hold, standing just out of his reach, so he had to crane his head back to look at you.

"My presence softens your pain?" He asked quietly, reading off your card. "Of course it does. Convenient that there's a flower for it, huh?" He looked between you and your bouquet. "Yeah. Well," he plucked one of the meaningful purple flowers from the bundle, standing, and tucking it behind your ear, the collection of curved blooms sitting next to your face, and for a second, Zoro understood why people found flowers as pretty as they did.

He cleared his throat, dropping his hand and walked away, in search of another pitcher for his flowers, leaving you behind, his second flower message to you tucked behind your ear.

[6riix]

Heyy I wanted to request a bllk drabble or headcanons for the Ubers guys (separately) x reader who is a foreigner? Or is their manager?

thank you so much :) 💕💕

A/N: HELLOOO POOOKIEEEEEHEHEHEE THIS IS SUCH A FUN IDEA TO WRITE TYSMM FOR REQUESTING THISSS

I made it headcanons where the reader is a foreigner :)

(I'm unemployed I can't write managers properly)

Ft; money guy, barou-chan!, uncle iq, black hair Rapunzel

-—> includes: crack, fluff, nicknames and some bonuses specific to certain regions (along with a dash of personal commentary.)

𓂃₊ཐི༑ཋྀ˚“𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ‘𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑙’ 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ.”

「どん Lorenzo::

The amount of teasing you received when he found out your nationality good Lord 😭

No race, I repeat, absolutely NO RACE is safe from this man

His ass has the WILDEST nicknames for this Istg

When the two of you get together, he practically BEGS you to cook him some traditional food from your motherland

He follows it up by barking for you. (It was bound to happen anyways)

Sometimes when he comments on your posts or pictures, he'll use google translate to change half the sentence into your mother language (yes I threw in a মাতৃভাষা what are you gonna do huh?)

It sounds absolutely atrocious, the grammar is horrifying.

Bonus point: if you're British he's gonna post a picture with/of you using the caption 'me and my wifey who stole me from italy'

He sometimes claims to help you with the language of the country you both are in (instead of giving normal translations he changes them into insults and, some more...non family friendly things and you don't realize it.)

「 "please baby, pretty please with a cherry on top, make me this?" He says, showing you a picture of the dish on his phone. 」

「 "MY WIFEY YOU LOOK SO GORGEOUS—ARF, ARF ARF!!"」 (Istg this dude has no dignity)

「オリバーAiku::

This absolute darling istg

When he first finds out your nationality he claims to know a bit about the culture (he noticed you early on and researched every ethnicity he thought you were)

He would SO try to learn your native language to impress you

He actually does end up sounding somewhat fluent BUUUTT when it comes to writing he cant spell ANYTHING

He forgot the alphabet system for your language.

I believe he's a romantic at heart so he would sometimes get you flowers from you homeland if possible.

He would sometimes mix in flowers from his as well.

Would randomly just be like "lets add your genes into the bloodline!" Often as a joke

Sometimes it's not ykwim?? He do be freaky like that tho

He would sometimes randomly say "man, my (race name) wife is gorgeous"

If he ever has to help you with languages, he always makes sure to teach you some slang and acronyms. He can't have his lover being embarrassed due to something as small as this, after all.

Bonus: if you're British he's gonna have at least one post with the caption "me and the wife that colonised me" /j

「" Are you sure you learnt the alphabet..?" You said, looking at his writing that had half a phrase written in another language and the other half written in scribbles」

「 "flowers for my darling, I made sure they felt homey just for you~" he said, spinning over towards you, holding out the boquet for you to take.」

「馬狼Barou::

Barou my respectful and strict maid king

When he first finds out your ethnicity, he doesn't really care too much, I mean this man just wants to deal with his business 😭

When he starts liking you, even just a bit, HIS ASS LEARNS THE WHOLE LANGUAGE of the country you're from

He knows more words than you 😭

If he ever sees you feeling homesick (I think we all get homesick at one point right?) He will definitely make you your comfort dish (free maggi hack for the desi girlies)

He's honestly amazing when it comes to cooking and chores so that dish is gonna be one of the best foods to ever go in your mouth (I swear he's Escoffier undercover)

If you ever have to do any legal paperwork surrounding your passport and whatnot he's gonna have all of the documents organized for you.

Unlike Lorenzo, if you ever need help with languages this man turns into Google Translate (he also assists you when it comes to learning phrases and such)

Whenever you have any cultural events coming up, he always marks them know the calendar for you.

Bonus: he sometimes tries some food from your homeland, even if he doesn't turn out to be the biggest fan of it. (second জন্মভূমি reference)

「 "love, I made you some of that food you liked. Wh- I mean the super special barō barō kyun version.."」

「"Don't worry about the documents, I dealt with them earlier. For now you have to... And...."」

蟻生Jyubei:

My glam darling snsjsksksksms

When he first learns about your nationality he's almost immediately hooked, who knows how many stylish references and gems he could find in your culture!

I feel like it would go something like him complimenting your looks and saying you look like a beauty from the race you are, to which you reply : "I am that race though?"

To this he replies with "alas, the most stylish person in the room is correct yet again."

When you two get together, one of the first activities you two would do together is researching traditional outfits (especially those he sees as exceptionally glam)

You're out here explaining differences between each type of clothing and the correct situations to wear them in.

He would be overjoyed if you styled his hair traditionally.

He enjoys looking into jewelry and traditions with you

Bonus: if you're from an area that has good bath, skin and haircare products ( Morocco, south Korea, India, etc.) he's so gonna be asking you about them a bunch of times.

Bonus 2: I feel like he would love traditional dancewear, especially the flowy type. (Such as hanfus for dance, Desi ghungurs and nupurs, dance makeup and headwear, etc.)

「"Your elegance is just as that of a blooming lotus, such glamorous eloquence..! You must be a [ ] goddess!" Absolute glam!"

"Uh- Yeah I kind of am from that area.."」

「" ‘ryu you can't wear that to a wedding, that's a funeral outfit.."」

ニ来 ikki::

First of all someone turn on the child safety lock

This dude's Smart SMART (lend me some smart too) so no doubt he would've traced down your nationality to his main guesses, which included your one aswell.

He's the type to fall first when it comes to relationships, so no doubt he would be doing his best to impress you by learning about your culture and language

When it's time to actually show off tho? This sweetheart's a stuttering mess.

The amount of time it would take him to gain the courage to talk with you at first😭😭

You love him and nervousness.

He could help you out a lot with the language of the area you're in

I feel like after a month of casual help from him, you could be able to read Japanese classical novels

If you're a student studying abroad you'll end up getting straight A's.

In the case you tell him about any cultural story with romantic undertones, this man will turn into a fully ripe, ketchup colored tomato. (get your mind out the gutter this is a minor (yes I know ketchup is made out of tomatos I just have horrible description skills))

Overall just a cute lil blushing mess

「 "uh, so like for this formula y-you basically do this and then—then-"

"Niko, I could use you as red paint for my friend's art course."」

「 ".... And then the maiden carried him away in her arms. Sweet story, don't 'ya think? Uh hello? Earth to Niko? "」

HELLOOO POUKSIKSSSSS I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS FIC :33

Honestly this was genuinely so fun to write like hello yes I wanna write aryu obsessing over fashion (I think you can tell I have favorites)

I swear to God though, the amount of times I lost the drafts 😭 I lost it like 4 times I think? Thankfully it's done now tho (*ˊᗜˋ*)

Anyways guys make sure to drink water and take scroll breaks to stare at your ceiling to rest your eyes! Thank you for reading and see you soon!

[reverie-starlight]

{Floriography- Kazutora H.}

in which you learn a thing or two about flower language and come to realize just how far you'd go for your boyfriend.

gn!reader, no physical descriptions, fluff. very short. an attempt at getting flower language right was made (aka: I googled flower meanings and used the most common flowers that represent the same things across a few different websites). hopefully I did him justice. no timeline specified.

You knock on the pale blue door of your boyfriend’s apartment and wait eagerly for the sound of his footsteps to get louder. The last of the water from the stems of flowers in your hand drips down onto your shoes.

Admittedly, you feel a bit silly. You’d bought the bouquet on a whim, just passing by on your way to Kazutora’s place when you saw them. The black paper encasing the bouquet and the golden ribbon holding it all together reminded you far too much of your boyfriend to leave it behind.

When you had gone into the little shop to pay for them, the florist smiled and mentioned something along the lines of how it had been a popular choice that day.

You’re not normally one to place too much emphasis on floriography- most people in your life wouldn’t read into flower choice too much anyway- but her words got you curious so you took the time to ask her if the bouquet was meant for a specific occasion.

You wouldn’t want to give him what was meant to be a sympathy bouquet, after all.

And now standing at his door, you think you’ve got their meanings down and ready to be explained should he ask.

The longer you wait, the faster the nerves in your stomach grow. Does he even like flowers? Will he think this is silly?

You shake your head to clear away the thoughts. Surely not. You're being cute and bringing your boyfriend flowers- there's nothing weird about that.

There's not much time to dwell on it as he finally opens the door with an eager smile that warms your heart and melts the nerves away. You don't think you've ever met someone who gets as excited to see you as Kazutora does.

His eyes flick down to the bouquet and his expression morphs into a blend of confusion and curiosity. He lets you in and shuts the door by leaning his back against it.

“Hi baby… what’s all this? Don't tell me someone tried to hit on you on your way over.” His tone is teasing and while he may look like he's fighting back a smile, you can feel the underlying worry radiating off of him.

You're quick to hold the bouquet out to him with both hands. “For you.”

Kazutora raises an eyebrow. “For me?”

Suddenly feeling a bit shy, you nod and keep your eyes trained on the petals. "The wrapping reminded me of you," you mumble.

He moves closer and takes them from you, not hiding his smile anymore as he admires them, turning the bouquet in his hands and bringing them up to his nose. "They smell nice," he tells you. He meets your eyes and you notice his cheeks are dusted with a shade of red similar to the roses in the arrangement. "Thank you, angel."

You follow him into the kitchen and sit on a stool while he goes around trying to find something to act as a makeshift vase. You watch him, curious about the way he's acting now.

You're long past the point in your relationship where there's a need to fill lingering silences or where any awkwardness that comes in the early stages of love remains- you're both more than comfortable with each other.

But you don't think you've ever seen him look so... content. He moves through the room with a small, barely there if you're not paying attention smile. His earring jingles as he reaches up into one of the cupboards, his ponytail swings as he turns back to the counter.

You know he's not exactly used to receiving 'just because' gifts, let alone a bouquet... or much affection in general, if your suspicions are correct, but there's just something about him that makes you want to shower every inch of him in love and remind him he's more than worth it.

You're so glad you took the time to talk with the florist. "Y'know, the lady who sold me these mentioned something interesting about the meaning behind each flower in the bouquet."

He briefly glances over at you as he fits the stems into various tall containers he found, letting out a tiny tch when none of them work as he had hoped. You bite your lip to keep from laughing at how focused he looks. "Oh? What'd she tell you, baby?"

“The primrose and baby's breath represent youthful, eternal and everlasting love…" you stand and make your way towards him. "The red roses to represent passion and romance...” you list off the few other flowers and their meanings, watching his expression as he takes in your words.

He leans back against the counter and crosses his arms, cheeks tinged red again, but he's grinning in the way he always does when you express your adoration for him-shy and boyish. "Yeah? What, are you confessing your love for me or somethin'? That's cute."

When you're within arms reach, he pulls you in by your waist and buries his head against your neck. Obviously he's just teasing- you've both exchanged those three words many times already, but you've learned with him that it's never a bad idea to add one more to your already countless record. You nod and wrap your own arms around him. You press your mouth close to his ear and whisper a soft "I love you," and trail some kisses from his jaw down to his tattoo.

The list of things you wouldn't do for Kazutora Hanemiya is blank. Honestly, the thought scares you a bit- you've never loved anyone the way you love him.

But he's kind, he's gentle. You're certain that if he knew the lengths you'd be willing to go for him, he'd never take advantage of it.

And while he's still finding his footing and getting a feel for being in love for the first time, he does so in a way that makes you question how many times you've already been in love with him. How many past lives were spent in each other's arms? How many timelines have you had the pleasure of seeing him for who he truly is and calling him home?

In this one at the very least- in the kitchen, your bodies pressed together and hearts beating in time- you make a mental note to buy him a vase and pick up a book on floriography next time you're out.

You're going to be bringing him a lot of flowers from now on, and you'll be damned if you don't figure out every possible way for them to be a declaration of love.

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kazutora!!!! my baby!!! my beloved!!! he's here!!! finally!!! he is. so precious to me.

@emmyrosee our boy!!!

[amirawrah]

⭐︎a look into ibou's relationship side...

.❀ word count : 3,539

❀ amirah: so basically this is like a bunch of things i feel ibou would be about in a relationship + some scenarios as well. soo sorry about the blurry pictures and pardon me i used google translate. feel free to read if you are an ibou girl or not. (if you wanna request anything i'm here if you don't... i'm also here). i honestly tried my best to make this good so please enjoy. here's a special one for the muslim girls.

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐡.❊

Soft Giant Energy™. He’s huge, but he’s the gentlest person when it comes to you. Always holding your hand, rubbing your back, tucking your hair behind your ear.

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You’re curled up on the couch, drained from the day, mindlessly scrolling on your phone. Ibou notices immediately.

Without a word, he kneels in front of you, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Long day?” he murmurs. You nod, and that’s all he needs.

“Come here,” he says, effortlessly pulling you into his lap. His arms wrap around you, his warmth melting away the tension in your body. One hand rubs slow circles on your back, the other holding you close. “I’ve got you,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

And with his steady heartbeat in your ear, the warmth of his hand rubbing your back, and the feeling of being completely safe in his arms, you finally let yourself relax. You don’t just rest. You let go. And with him, that’s always enough.

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He remembers every little detail about you—your coffee order, your favourite flowers, the way you like your blankets folded.

Kisses your forehead ALL the time. It’s his way of showing affection, especially when words aren’t enough. Whenever you’re walking together, he slows his pace to match yours, even though his strides are naturally huge.

He teaches you french ( don't worry you don't really butcher the language).

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You’re curled up on the couch, your legs draped over Ibou's lap as he scrolls through his phone. Suddenly, he glances at you with a playful smirk.

“You should learn more French,” he says, setting his phone down.

You raise an eyebrow. “I know some.”

He grins. “Alright, let’s test you.” He leans in, eyes twinkling. “Say… Tu es l’amour de ma vie.”

You try to repeat it, but your pronunciation makes him chuckle. Shaking his head, he cups your cheek gently. “Non, bébé. Listen—Tu es l’amour de ma vie.”

You repeat it, slower this time.

“There you go,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Do you know what it means?”

You shake your head, and his smile softens. “It means… you are the love of my life.” Your heart stutters, and before you can even respond, he adds, “Which is true, by the way.”

another time...

You’re both lying in bed, tangled in the sheets, when Ibou suddenly traces lazy circles on your arm and murmurs, “Dis-moi quelque chose en français.”

You blink up at him sleepily. “Ibou, I don’t know that much French.”

He grins. “That’s why I’m teaching you.” You sigh, amused. “Fine. Give me something easy.”

He thinks for a moment before saying, “Je te veux toujours avec moi.” You try to repeat it, but the pronunciation makes him laugh softly. “Let me help.” His voice drops lower as he leans in, lips brushing your ear.

“Je te veux toujours avec moi.”

You shiver, trying again. This time, it’s better. He grins, satisfied.

“Good. Do you know what it means?” You shake your head, and he tilts your chin up, his lips ghosting over yours as he whispers, “It means… I always want you with me.”

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Opens doors for you, pulls out your chair, helps you put on your coat—he’s got MANNERS. Loves when you lay on his chest because he likes feeling your heartbeat against his.

Cooking. He insists on helping you in the kitchen but keeps stealing bites of everything. “Ibou, stop eating the ingredients!” He grins, mid-chew. “But how else will I know if it’s good?” The food turns out delicious anyway—mostly because you did most of the work.

Yoga. He agrees to try a couple’s yoga class, thinking it’ll be easy. Ten minutes in, he’s struggling to hold a pose while you’re effortlessly balanced. “This is harder than training,” he groans, making you laugh.

If you’re feeling sad, he doesn’t just say, “What’s wrong?”—he immediately tries to make you laugh or smile before asking.

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You're sitting on the bed, arms wrapped around your knees, lost in your thoughts. Ibou notices immediately. Instead of asking what's wrong, he plops down beside you dramatically, letting out an exaggerated sigh.

"I think I forgot how to breathe," he says, clutching his chest. You blink at him, confused. "What?" He turns to you, completely serious. "Because the love of my life hasn’t smiled at me today. Tragic."

A small giggle escapes before you can stop it, and his face lights up. “Ah! There it is.” He cups your face gently, thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

“Now, tell me what’s wrong, bébé.”

And just like that, the weight on your heart feels a little lighter.

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Secretly super romantic. He might not always say it, but he’ll do little things like leaving notes in your bag or sending flowers to your apartment or office . When you hug him, he automatically rests his chin on top of your head (if you're shorter) or buries his face in your neck when lying down.

Morning voice? Deep as hell. It’s one of your favorite things about waking up next to him.

Talks in his sleep sometimes. One time, he mumbled your name, and you teased him about it for days. If you wake up in the middle of the night, he’ll instinctively pull you closer without even realising it.

Steals your skincare products. "Why is your moisturizer so expensive?" Still uses it anyway.

If you have a busy day, he sets reminders on his phone to check in on you. Sometimes he picks you up from work when training ends early or for lunch breaks.

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Your phone buzzes on the table during your meeting. You sneak a glance. Ibou ☀️🫶🏾: Bébé, have you eaten?

You type back quickly. You: In a meeting, Ibou.

A second later— Ibou ☀️🫶🏾: Not an answer.

You suppress a smile, shaking your head. A few minutes later, another text pops up.

Ibou ☀️🫶🏾: Come outside when you’re done.

Curious, you wrap up the meeting and step outside, only to find his car parked at the curb, window rolled down. He smiles. “Lunch break?”

You laugh, sliding in.“You’re impossible.”

He hands you your favorite snack, already waiting in the cupholder. “No, I just know you too well.”

And when he leans over to kiss your cheek, you know there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

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Loves doing grocery shopping together because it makes him feel like an old married couple with you.

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Ibou pushes the cart beside you, casually tossing in items while you scan the shelves. Every so often, he leans down and murmurs, “Do we need this, ma femme?” with a teasing smirk.

“You’re ridiculous,” you say, rolling your eyes, but your heart flutters at the way he says ma femme like it’s second nature.

When you stop to check your list, he sneaks a few snacks into the cart—your favorites, of course. You catch him, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” he grins. “I’m just taking care of my wife.”

Your face heats up, but you can’t help but smile. If grocery shopping with him feels this good, you can’t wait for forever.

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𝐈𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 ( 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨 ).❀❀

Praying Together – Whether at home or traveling, Ibou always makes sure you pray together whenever you can. Sometimes, he gently tugs your hand before Fajr, murmuring, “Come on, bébé, let’s pray.” If you’re tired, he smiles, “I’ll wake you gently, promise.”

Du'as for Each Other – He always makes du’a for you, even when you don’t hear it. But sometimes, he’ll cup your face and whisper, Qu’Allah te protège toujours, mon amour.” (May Allah always protect you, my love.)

If you’re feeling down, he reminds you, “Tawakkul, bébé.” (Trust in Allah.) When he’s nervous before a match, you write him little notes with encouraging ayahs.

Fasting Together in Ramadan – Suhoor is a team effort. He makes sure you eat enough even if they’re in different places—FaceTime Suhoor dates are a must. At iftar, he always lets you take the first bite.

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The screen glows softly in the dimly lit kitchen as you rub the sleep from your eyes, propping your phone against a glass of water.

Ibou’s face fills the screen, his deep voice laced with drowsiness but still holding that warmth that makes your heart flutter. “You’re up, bébé?” he asks, stifling a yawn, his curls a little messy from sleep.

“Barely,” you mumble, stretching your arms. “Why is Suhoor so hard?”

He chuckles, holding up a plate of eggs, toast, and dates. “That’s why I’m here. To make sure my beautiful girl eats properly.” You roll your eyes, but there’s no hiding your smile as you pick up a spoonful of yogurt.

“You act like I wouldn’t eat without you.”

“You wouldn’t,” he counters easily, giving you a knowing look. “And if you did, it would be, what? Two grapes and a sip of water?” You stick your tongue out at him, but you both know he’s right.

He's always the one making sure you have something filling before fasting. Even when he's away for matches, he still texts you reminders—Drink water, bébé. Eat a little more for me.

As you both eat, the quiet moments between you feel comforting. The occasional yawns, the shared glances, the soft laughter when he teases you for looking half-asleep. Even through a screen, it feels like you're together.

"Alright, time for Fajr," he says once you both finish.

"Dua before you go?"

You nod, closing your eyes as he recites a soft prayer, asking for strength, patience, and blessings for both of you. His voice is steady, soothing—grounding you in a way that nothing else does.

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One time, he surprised you with a beautiful prayer mat in your favorite color.( i wish) “So you always think of me when you pray,” he winked.

If you wear a hijab style he’s never seen before, he tilts his head, admiring you. “Mashallah, you look beautiful, mon amour.”

Tries to be your hijab stylist ( don't worry it works out...sometimes).

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You're reorganising your scarf collection when Ibou strolls in, eyeing the pile of fabrics with curiosity.

"What are you doing?" he asks, picking up a silky one and running it through his fingers.

"Just sorting my hijabs and scarves," you say. "Some of these I haven’t worn in a while."

He grins. "Let me help." Before you can protest, he’s already grabbing one and attempting to wrap it around your head. His first attempt is… questionable—too loose, one side uneven, the other side practically falling off.

You laugh, fixing it yourself. "Nice try, Ibou."

He narrows his eyes playfully and brings out his phone. "Wait, I can do better."

For the next ten minutes, he keeps trying, watching tutorials on his phone, his big hands surprisingly gentle as he folds and pins the fabric. Eventually, he manages a half-decent wrap.

"There! Perfect," he declares proudly. You check the mirror and nod, amused. "Not bad."

Then, he grabs another scarf. "Now do me." You burst out laughing.

"You want to try hijab?" He shrugs. "Why not? Let me see how I’d look."

You wrap the fabric around his head, adjusting it neatly before stepping back to admire your work. He turns to the mirror, tilting his head. "I look good," he says, smirking. You shake your head, giggling. "You look beautiful, mashallah." He winks. "Just like you, mon cœur."

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Waking Each Other Up for Tahajjud ( its optional in islam by the way )– On nights when he wakes up to pray, he gently nudges you. “Do you want to pray with me?” No pressure, just a soft invitation. And when you wake up first, you do the same.

Always Saying ‘InshaAllah’ – Making plans? “InshaAllah.” Talking about the future? “InshaAllah.” He naturally incorporates it into everything—because to him, everything is in Allah’s hands.

Loving Each Other for the Sake of Allah – He tells you, “𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐀𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡. And whenever he talks about your future, he always includes this: “𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.” ya'll i need this

Learning Together – Sometimes, you sit together and listen to Islamic lectures or read hadiths, discussing them afterward. He loves when you share knowledge with him, always eager to grow in faith together.

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫❀

Loves seeing you in his clothes. If you take one of his hoodies, you’re never getting it back.

Loves when you dress up. If you wear something stunning, a nice dress, a matching scarf and abaya wowwww he just stares at you for a full minute before saying, “𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐮𝐡?”

Reads Everything You Write if you write – Even if it’s way outside his interests, he’ll read your articles, your editorials—everything. And he always has feedback: “This was fire, but you should’ve put me in it.”

Lets You Practice on Him if you take pictures– Need a last-minute subject for a test shoot? He’s already posing. Need help brainstorming a concept? He’s throwing out terrible but enthusiastic ideas.

Knows When You Need Rest – When work gets overwhelming, he’s there—pulling you away from your laptop, running you a bath, or simply holding you, whispering, “𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭.”

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Randomly picks you up just because he can. . “𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐮, 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧!” “𝐍𝐨𝐧, 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

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You're curled up on the couch, watching TV, completely relaxed—until two strong arms suddenly scoop you up.

“Ibou!” you yelp, flailing slightly as he lifts you effortlessly. “What are you doing?!”

He just grins, holding you close. “You’ve been sitting too long. Time for a break.”

You blink at him. “I was already on a break.”

“Non,” he hums, walking off with you still in his arms. “Now you’re on a better break—with me.”

You huff, but when he kisses your forehead and settles you against his chest, you can’t argue.

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You guys watch anime like a lot ( if you don't watch anime then 🤷🏽‍♀️)

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐕 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧. “𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲.”

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲,” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡. “𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲.”

𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞—𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮—𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞-𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝. “𝐎𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐡, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐲!” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞. “𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?” 𝐈𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞-𝐞𝐲𝐞. “𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲. 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥, 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞.”

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. “𝐒𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦.” 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐬. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞.”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠—𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐩. “𝐎𝐡, 𝐧𝐚𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰.”

𝐈𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.” “𝐒𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.” 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

“𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞?”

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭.

𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

“𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐞. “𝐖𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰.” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲.

“𝐌𝐦𝐦, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞.” 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲—𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

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Loves blasting music in the car and singing along dramatically just to make you laugh. If you’re stressed, he’ll pull you into a slow dance in the kitchen—no music, just swaying together.

Tells you certain songs remind him of you and adds them to a playlist called “For My Love” on Spotify.

Once tried to do a TikTok trend with you and ended up making it unintentionally funnier than the original.

(𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 )

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“Ibou, focus!” you laugh, trying to reset the camera. He grins down at you, barely containing his excitement. “I am focused! Let’s go.”

You press record, starting the TikTok trend you convinced him to try. But, of course, he manages to mess it up in the funniest way possible—missing the cue, tripping over his own feet, or making the most exaggerated expressions that have you wheezing with laughter.

At some point, he abandons the trend altogether and starts hyping you up instead, dramatically cheering and clapping like you’re performing at the Grammys. By the end of it, you’re both on the floor, tears in your eyes from laughing.

“You did that on purpose,” you accuse, still giggling.

He shrugs, wrapping an arm around you. “Maybe. But at least I made you laugh.” And when you check the comments later, everyone agrees—his version was way better than the original.

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If you ever steal food off his plate, he acts like it’s the biggest betrayal.“Wow. my own wife a thief?”

Calls you cheesy pet names ironically just to make you cringe. “Mon amour, mon étoile, mon petit croissant.” (don't mind me and my croissant addiction).

Takes the WORST candid photos of you but insists they’re cute. “You look adorable.” (You look insane.) Loves taking pictures of you in general either with his phone, polaroid camera, digital camera or recording with a cam corder absolutely anything to capture your smile.

Everyone on Liverpool knows he’s obsessed with you. Maybe some fans outside of liverpool too.

After a big win he comes straight to you

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"The stadium is electric, still buzzing from the final whistle. Liverpool just secured a massive win, and Iboù was everywhere on the pitch—blocking shots, making key tackles, celebrating with that bright, boyish grin you love so much.

You barely have time to react before you see him running toward you. Before you can even say a word, his arms are around you, lifting you off the ground effortlessly.

‘Ibou!’ you laugh, gripping onto his shoulders as he spins you around. ‘We won!’ he grins, breathless, forehead pressing against yours. ‘Did you see me?’

‘Of course, I did,’ you giggle. ‘You were incredible.’ His smile softens, hands settling on your waist. ‘You know I play my best when you’re watching.’

Your heart flutters, and before you can respond, he kisses you—a short but meaningful kiss, his warmth, his love, the way he holds you like winning means nothing if he can’t celebrate with you.

When he finally pulls away, his grin returns. ‘Come on, let’s go celebrate.’"

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Loves blasting music in the car and singing along dramatically just to make you laugh. If you’re stressed, he’ll pull you into a slow dance in the kitchen—no music, just swaying together.

Tells you certain songs remind him of you and adds them to a playlist called “For My Love” on Spotify.

Talks about the future like you’re already his forever.

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“You’re lying on the couch together, your head resting on his chest as his fingers lazily trace patterns on your arm.

The TV is playing, but you’re barely paying attention—especially when Ibrahima suddenly says, ‘When we get a place together, I want a big kitchen. You like cooking too much for a small one.’

You blink up at him, your heart skipping a beat. ‘When we get a place together?’

He glances down at you, completely unfazed. ‘Of course,’ he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. ‘You think I’m not planning forever with you?’

Your face heats up, and he just chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. ‘I hope you like me as much as I like you, mon coeur. Because you’re stuck with me.’”

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If you ever mention wanting to get married one day, he gets this soft look in his eyes.

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“You’re both in bed, half-asleep, wrapped up in each other when Ibrahima mumbles, ‘When we have kids, they’re going to be spoiled.’

Your eyes flutter open, heart skipping a beat. ‘When we have kids?’ you echo. He hums, completely relaxed.

‘Mmhmm. You’ll be the best mom. And I’ll be the fun parent.’ A lazy grin spreads across his face. ‘They’ll love me more.’ You roll your eyes, laughing softly.

‘Oh, will they?’

‘Obviously.’ He pulls you closer, kissing your temple. ‘But don’t worry, I’ll still love you the most.’

Your heart swells, and before you can stop yourself, you murmur, ‘I want to get married someday.’ At that, he stills. Then, he shifts so he can look at you, a softness in his eyes that makes your breath catch. He doesn’t say anything right away—just reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear like he always does. Then, in the quietest, most certain voice, he says, ‘I know. And one day, it’s going to be me.’”

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He’s already thinking about how he’ll propose. Secretly has a Pinterest board for your future home together. i have one too.

Lowkey dreams of having a big family and is already planning how he’ll spoil your future kids. If someone asks if he sees a future with you, his answer is always the same.“Of course. She’s my everything.”

Ibrahima Konaté is the ultimate boyfriend( i wanna marry him so bad)—soft, playful, protective, and hopelessly in love with you. He treats you like his queen, his safe place, and his best friend all in one.

[bardhobibi]

The cautionary tale of Jason Todd, a not so Little Red Riding Hood

TW: Discussions about trauma and violence, child endangerment, very fast mention of non-related SA

Introduction

Jason Todd is, as many of you know, one of my favorite characters. And as many of you may have noticed, the only thing I do in my day to day is to overanalyze. So since I've hardly seen any comparative between Jason Todd and the Little Red Riding Hood, HERE I AM DOING THE HARD WORK.

First of all I'm sorry because English is not my first language, and even tho I have a C1 this was long, I was sleep deprived writing this in my native language and I used Google translate in some parts so even tho I tried to correct everything there going to be gramatical errors, and maybe the basis of this is incorrect but I like opening some debate. SO let's start.

What is a cautionary tale? Well, let's start by defining that a children tale, especially a fairy tale, is a narrative sub-genre existing since the foundation of humanity aimed at the little ones, generally transmitted orally in its origin and so, in its written versions, there are variations of the same tale. For example, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White. Now, a very common fairy tale sub-genre are cautionary tales. What are cautionary tales, those of you who don't know will ask again? EASY: These are those stories whose moral is to expose the consequences of bad actions to children. The greatest example of an existing cautionary tale, in my opinion, is Little Red Riding Hood.

In this story, a little girl, dressed in a red hooded cloak, decides to go alone to her sick grandmother's house to bring her food in a basket. Problem? She has to go through the entire forest to get there. So her mother lets her go on one condition: She must not talk to strangers and cannot get out of the way. What ends up happening? Just that. A big bad wolf crosses her path and tricks her into telling her where her grandmother lives and convinces her to take another route that is actually longer because there are beautiful flowers there for her grandma. We cannot forget that the Little Red Riding Hood is still a young and naïve girl who trusts people. This causes the wolf to arrive at the grandmother's house first, devour her, disguise himself as her, and when Little Red Riding Hood arrives, devour her too. In the end, somehow, they are usually saved by a hunter who was passing by and opened the the big bad wolf's belly to get them out, and a happy ending. Moral? Listen to your parents and above all, do not talk to strangers.

The original story is quite straightforward. It gives a very clear message to children that is scary enough to make them understand the point, but not so realistic as to truly terrify them. Because you can't tell a young child, "Don't talk to strangers because they might SA you and/or murder you." And this has unfortunately been a reality since the beginning of time. It is a story as old as time itself. But now let me ask you... Doesn't this plot sound like anything? I'm trying to create some tension and mystery, but let's face it, everyone here already knows what I mean. It is, point by point, Jason Todd story.

I am fully aware that the figure of Red Hood already existed long before Jason, he is only one of its several bearers, but it is today with whom he is most related. And I don't know to what extent the writers did it thinking about the allegory with the original children story, but without a doubt, they hit the nail on the head. Because it is an ABSOLUTE reflection of his story.

Jason Todd didn't start out as Red Hood, that's important to establish. He was a boy who lived on the streets of Gotham, with a drug-addicted mother and a criminal father, and that Batman, already with Dick Grayson independent of the figure of Robin to become Nightwing, found stealing the tires of the Batmobile in Crime Alley on the anniversary of his parents' deaths. In a very short way, Batman was amused, and since he is someone who does not know how to work alone (and I am not joking when I say this) he decided to adopt him as the new Robin. The story of this second Robin is quite tragic not only in its plot, but in the reception of the public. He is a character forced to live in the shadow of the original, first being a clone of Dick and later being known as "The Violent Robin" or "Rebel", which is not entirely true, but it was an unfair comparison with the "perfect original Robin". Part of the plot was Batman trying to manage a child who was too active and excited and unprepared for the mantle he had been given. This resulted in the canonical events of Batman's story and would affect the history and development of the entire Batfamily and all of DC in a way that no one would expect.

The death of Jason Todd

It is important to note that, on the part of the writers, this event was not intended in its origin in Jason's plot. It was a decision made due to the poor reception of the character, and to get rid of it they decided to do a telephone survey to the public of yes or no, being the question if they killed him. In the end, as it's easy to guess, the fate of a young Jason Todd was set in stone when the result was a discouraging YES.

As an anecdote, apparently he only won this option because a person had a special hatred for him and used a telephone repeater to send I don't remember how many times the YES from the same phone (if I catch him...).

Opinions were also extremely divided and it was a close result. So the writers took paper, pen, and got to work to get rid of that character that no one wanted, resulting in the infamous comic “Batman: A Death in the Family” in 1988.

In this story, in short, Jason discovers that who he thought was his biological mother is not, and he embarks on a journey in search of his real biological mother, whom he finds, after several previous options, in Ethiopia. However, this is synchronized with the Joker's escape from Arkham and his association with Jason's biological mother, who decides to betray and sell her own son to the Joker. This results in the Joker torturing the boy before locking him and his mother in a warehouse and blowing them up. Batman, unfortunately, would not arrive in time to save his son.

This event would mark a before and after in DC. Jason had died, but his influence on the plot had only begun, and it would never stop. The writers would squeeze like a good quality lemon the boy's death to put character development into Batman and his entourage as much as they could. Because there was no other choice. People didn’t liked him alive, but they would make sure that being dead he will not be forgotten. Without Jason's death, Tim, the next Robin, would never show up, as it was a consequential event. And so on after the fact. Until, years later, in the 2000s, the authors, rummaging through their drawer of abandoned plots to give somme sauce to the comics, found a perfect character to revive. Jason Todd. And that's how between 2002 and 2003 he appears revived for the first time in Batman: Hush, but it would still take a couple of more years to him to take command of Red Hood, a character that already existed previously like several criminals, but that he would appropriate and stay as his alias forever. His motive as an antihero would be to take revenge on the Joker for murdering him and on Batman for not avenging him by killing the Joker. Obviously I'm skipping a LOT of details, but this is the best summary I can think of now. And I suppose that many of you will see the parallels better, and if not, I will explain them anyway.

A Not So Little Red Hood

Let's start with the simple: The protagonists of this story.

Although Jason Todd would not receive the mantle of Red Hood until much later, the character is the same. A small, innocent, cheerful and naïve child, who has to cross an unknown place; the forest / half the world; to look for a relative; his grandmother/ bio mother; and both have a father figure; his mother/Batman; trying to instill in them the responsibility not to be careless. And in the end they make the same mistake: Trusting those they shouldn't, both resulting in their death and subsequent resurrection. The big bad wolf now takes the form of Joker, although poetically for his laughter he remembers me an equally terrifying hyena feeding on the remains of his victims. In fact, I consider the hyena an interesting parallel with the Joker, but that's another story. In both stories the Joker is presented with the same role: A charming adult in an unknown and dangerous world, manipulating, attacking and murdering a minor and a biological relative taking advantage of the child's naivety and his affection for the family figure he seeks on his journey. The objective of the trip is also, as I have just clarified, the same: the search for a relative, either his grandmother or mother, who are the same character, despite the fact that in one he is a positive figure, and in the other, negative. And last but not least, the responsible father figure: The mother/Batman, who here is mixed with the figure of the hunter as an avenging and righteous figure.

Batman's main conflict with the second Robin was precisely "responsibility". Jason was presented as a much more violent teenager than Batman was used to with Dick. In their battles he struck harder than Batman wanted, and their methods and visions were constantly in clash, something to be expected since neither of them has seen the city in the same way: One saw it from above, wrapped in luxury and away from poverty, while the other suffered it on the ground, incapable of taking flight from a destiny marked by the social inequality of the place. For Batman, control was responsibility. His education and way of seeing the city have marked that. What happened to his parents is undoubtedly a trauma and an injustice. No child should have to suffer from something like this and it is normal for them to have suffered a long trauma. But his relationship with Jason reminds me a lot of something I once read out there: "The rich can afford revenge for a single injustice, the poor live tragedies every day and are considered criminals if they lose their cool once."

Both have in common the traumatic loss of their parents, but only one of them had the resources to be able to do something. Batman I don't know to what extent he is aware of this inequality, but at least he is highly aware of one thing: His actions require responsibility. He cannot take justice into his own hands. That would be too easy, and it would give free rein for others to imitate him but do not have the same sense of justice as he does. Because Batman is not a judge. What he has decided to do as a result of the loss of his family he himself knows is serious and it is very easy to lose his composure. That's why, seeing himself reflected in Jason, he fears that he will lose and become even more impulsive and end up really hurting someone or, worse, himself. Batman fears that Jason will take the law into his own hands. That he ends up becoming an anti-hero instead of a vigilante. And it is very easy to get lost in that situation believing that one is absolutely right. There is a quote, in the film Conclave of this year of the Lord 2025 very apt for this case (dead you catch me before I stop quoting this wonderful film) "Certainty is the enemy of tolerance". In the context of Batman and Jason and responsibility, Batman is the bearer of "doubt." He knows that he can make mistakes. He knows that it is not in his power to judge. Jason, however, is someone who is very “certain” in his opinions. He's has seen the worst of Gotham, he's been born into it. ¿How, unfortunately, is he should not be certain that he wants to take justice into his own hands, when he himself has been a constant victim of a terrible world? This certainty is something that Jason would actually carry over to his future self. Like a Little Red Riding Hood who doesn't want to be a victim of the Big Bad Wolf again and doesn't want anyone else to go through what he did, becoming the figure of the hunter when Batman didn't do it for him. Because, and in this I agree with Jason, a victim should never have the responsibility to deal with his victimizer. Unfortunately Jason puts this responsibility, in my opinion, on the wrong person, Batman. Bruce Wayne. His father. Someone who is emotionally affected by his loss, and who, by extension, does not want to and cannot and should not be involved in it. But Jason sees in his father the only option for justice for his crime, because, let's face it, the system has failed him from the moment he was born.

The court system in Gotham is FUCKING SHIT. It is a bottomless pit of injustice, insecurity, corruption and poverty in which the geniuses who should be the future hope of the city become villains and in which a privileged few can afford to fight for what they consider to be correct. So Jason, who has lived in this swarm of chemicals and drugs forever, knows that injustice more than anyone. He knows that he cannot trust the judicial system.

And that is why he wants the only person who has been by his side until the end, who has given him security, paternal affection and a genuine education, his father, to avenge him. Because for him there is no difference between that revenge and justice. ¿Why is it that as someone who has never known true justice, can he differentiate it from revenge? ¿How, if for Jason Todd the hunter is the judge of the forest?

And it is precisely in this relationship that we can also see another feeling of responsibility, and that is paternal responsibility. Bruce, let's make this clear, is traumatized. The murder in an armed robbery of his parents is a horrific event. But I'm repeating myself. What I mean is that it's normal for Batman to appear as he appeared. And Robin's existence as a companion is just one more symptom of the trauma he carries. If Bruce shares the loss of his parents with Jason, this was no different with Dick Grayson, who saw his parents die in front of him in a terrible way at a very young age. Bruce, in his mind, could not help but take a step forward and would end up taking the boy as a ward and future adopted son. As we can see, Jason's story is almost a copy of Dick's, but with a couple of substantial differences. Dick was Robin before he was Robin. ¿What do I mean by this? Dick belonged to a circus. Robin was already a previous nickname basically because in the circus he literally flew with his parents. Damn, they were known as the Flying Graysons. He already had previous physical training and a sense of justice educated by parents and a community present who loved him and gave him security. In that he was very much like Bruce. He was privileged. Jason, on the other hand, lacked just that. Jason wasn't Robin before he was Robin. He was not prepared, physically and even less mentally, to inherit a title that did not belong to Batman to give in the first place. But Bruce needed someone by his side. A companion not only to protect, but who will outlive him, just as he outlived his own parents, and prevent that child from becoming what he almost becomes himself due to the grief of his parents' deaths. Despite his conflict with Dick, Bruce managed to raise him the way he wanted. He managed, in a way, to fulfill his responsibility as a father to keep him "safe", but because only Dick already came with that previous mentality. With Jason he could not repeat it, because he made the mistake of many parents do which is to think that the second child "will be easier". “I’ve done it once before, this one could do better”. But he failed to take into account that Jason came with a very different emotional baggage than Dick. And let's face it, even if it hadn't been, having children in the second line of fire was still dangerous. The thing is, Jason was NOT Dick. Jason was NOT Robin. Batman tried. Things as they are. He wanted to be a good father to Jason. And the mere fact that he tried to do so already puts points in his favor. And he wanted to teach him not to trust strangers, not to separate from him, not to go down dangerous paths. To not be careless. But just like in Little Red Riding Hood, a child is easy to manipulate. And even more so Jason, lost as he was in constant mourning for the injustice suffered all his life. Batman, like the mother in the story, failed to take this into account. And Jason, as in the story, failed into believing himself to be much more adult than he really was.

Because one would believe that seeing Jason's childhood and his attitude as Robin he would be much more suspicious of strangers than Dick. That he would be more mature. However, I think that here we fail to understand that in the absence of a normal family, with a totally lost childhood, Jason is easier to cling to whoever shows him some genuine affection, in this case, Bruce. And if there is one thing that defines the relationship between Jason and Bruce, it is unfortunately, love, and for that very reason, it is a tragedy. Bruce tried to protect him as much as he could and still failed, because sometimes things get out of hand. Jason wouldn't feel so utterly betrayed by Batman if he didn't love him. Because in Jason's eyes it is seeing the father he loves do nothing to avenge him. Jason's fury as Red Hood is motivated by the hope that the only father figure he has left will love him, and the naivety that he will avenge him. And I say naivety, because Jason knows Bruce. He knows his father. He knows what his ideals are. And yet he maintains a childish hope, a naivety that the Joker knew how to abuse, that Bruce is going to change. But deep down he knows that this is not the case. Because Jason Todd is someone who loves too much. That he trusted the adults around him and consequently, himself. Because he was a good kid who just wanted to do good when he was given tools he didn’t know how to use and got too excited.

Conclusion

Little Red Riding Hood is a cautionary tale for children to not to talk to strangers. But I think that also, although it is not taken into account, it is a cautionary tale for parents. No matter how much you try to educate your child not to trust strangers, a child is a child and makes mistakes. Because you can't, as a parent, trust that one day he will not be separated from your hand by accident, and a big bad wolf will take him directly by force instead of trying to manipulate him first. Yes, Jason was old enough to make his own decisions and he screwed up. But he wasn't solely responsible for his own safety, and he wasn't prepared to walk alone in the woods, any more than Little Red Riding Hood was prepared either. In his death they all failed him. The system, his mother, his father who tried everything and that make it worse. Everybody.

And this is how Jason Todd was the victim of a ferocious hyena that fed on the trauma he left in his blood trail, which unlike the big bad wolf, a hunter never came to avenge him, having to crawl himself out of his stomach with the trauma that this entailed.

So let me ask you, dear reader, ¿would you tell Jason Todd's story as a cautionary tale? If that so, to the children or the parents?

[lazyollie]

NINJAGO MLM HEADCANNONS?!

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Ninjago headcanons- Mlm edition

A/N: Don't worry here it is. It might be a little difficult for me because I'm lesbian, but everything for my requesters.

Includes: Cole, Kai, Lloyd, Jay, Zane, Benthomaar (hope I wrote his name right)

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Lloyd

☆° In the beginning of the relationship he felt anxious. About others reaction and that how this gonna work.

☆° He wants the best for and don't want to mess up. Eventually he loosen up (after some kisses and cuddles)

☆° In my opinion he's love language is physical touch and quality time.

☆° His favorite activity is that both of you cuddled up on the coach/bed and watching movies or talking.

☆° He might be even touch starved if you're away for too long. He will greet you with a long hug and in private he's not gonna let you go.

☆° He doesn't like pda at all. He thinks your love is private and no one should see you both of you being in the most vurnalable form. (It's not included when just the other ninja around)

☆° But if you beg him enough he will be fine with holding hands in public.

☆° Star gazing, comic dates is his preferences. His pretty introverted, but if you're an extroverted he will try his best to force some social activity on himself for you.

Kai

☆° He's love language is physical touch and acts of service.

☆° He loves to surpise you with flowers and other things that reminded him of you. He likes your face when he hands you a gift.

☆° When it comes to physical touch he can be sometines too much. He's definitely touch starved so; he holds your hands, waist.

☆° He's favorite physical contact is when he can hold your pinky finger. He says it's the most small and innocent way of physical touch.

☆° He loves no he ADORES your morning messy hair. When you wake up he suddenly wakes up too and follows you to the bathroom.

☆° Both of you brush your teeths and he's just looking at you through the mirror. He secretly likes it when you wake up grumpy it gives a plus point to your beauty.

☆° He likes to make you flustered but if you do the same he's in pure shock and doesn't know what to do with himself.

☆° If you're shorter than him he will tease you lightheartedly about your height and sometimes will place things to upper shelves so you will ask him to get it down for you so he can be your hero.

☆° When you notice this you would stop asking for help and just bring a chair to get it down. It will hurt his ego a bit, but don't worry he will learn not to mess with you.

Cole

☆° His love language is quality time and words of affirmation.

☆° He loves planning dates for you both. Usually a picnic, shopping or sometimes visiting a ?pastry shop? (I used google translate).

☆° If you struggle with insecurities then he's the perfect man for you because he will assure you that your perfect.

☆° He always there to compliment every detail about your outfit or look. Because he says nothing can make you ugly in his eyes.

☆° You could even shave your head bald and even like that he would be head over heels for you.

☆° About quality time..He's not that big fan of PDA. Not because he feels ashamed by next to you but it's safer both of you.

☆° He knows that not every people are nice or supportive. He doesn't want you to get hurt or attacked because of your love life.

☆° But if you're fine with it and take the risk he will gladly support you along; holding your hand etc. He can fight after all.

☆° Such a softy for you. No matter what you are doing he always by your side and support you in every way.

☆° I think he's emtionally intelligent so he's the best man you can look for if life gets a bit chaotic.

Zane

☆° He was so confused about his feelings first. Like all he sees is women and men but never the other way.

☆° Poor guy thought that something is wrong with him, but the ninja comforted him that it's normal to feel like this and he should get you.

☆° His love language is acts of service and quality time.

☆° Just as I said it he is confused and his feelings so to express his love for you he does things for you. Mostly without saying anything.

☆° Like you just come back to the Monastery after you hanged out with youself and a 3-course meal is waiting for you in the kitchen.

☆° He usually makes your favorite meals and stays with you while you eat them. If you ask him about his day he will yap about it making the mood better, but he will gladly listen to yours too.

☆° He likes to just stay with you most of the time watching you doing your hobbies or training.

☆° His favorite thing is when you do the same with him. Like his nindroid heart speeds up immediatly and gets all excited.

☆° He lives for telling you funfacts and teach you new things that he's proffesional in it like cooking, fixing tech things, how to build your own weapon.

Jay

☆° His loves language is physical touch and gift giving.

☆° When he comes home from a mission to you he always bring something he found or bought along the way which reminded him of you.

☆° His gifts can be the most randomest things ever. A rock, little figure or sometimes even a cat. You can never tell and that's what he likes.

☆° His motto is probably "Be random like nobody".

☆° His also touch starved in my opinion. He technically uses you as her personal charger, heater and pillow.

☆° He loves that you can make him feel so safe after years of trying to find his comfort. He sleeps next to you like a baby.

☆° His huge on PDA he wants everyone to know your taken and sometimes he can be possesive but just because he feels a bit insecure.

☆° Like you're literally so handsome and kind that he questions how did you end up with him.

☆° He quickly gains his confidence back when you kiss him in public. He feels floating in those moments.

☆° Probably the best ways to spend time with him is playing video games together. These are his two favorite things in the world.

Benthomaar

☆° His love language is physical touch and words of affirmation.

☆° He adores you so much that he can help but always be around you or have an arm/hand around you.

☆° In public he's not ashamed to hold your hand or do anything physical contact which belongs on the street (so nothing freaky).

☆° About his words he uses them super well. If your upset he's there in a moment and saying you comforting words.

☆° "I know you did you best and it's all that matters" "You don't need to be so hard on yourself, your strong"

☆° Many sentences like this left his mouth. Not just his words are calming but the way he says them. His talking is soft, quiet and gentle.

☆° He can make all your worries dissapear with his voice like it's magic.

☆°He's a total gentleman when it comes to your boundaries. He respects all of them one by one. (as he should but it's really surprising to you how much he cares)

☆° His dates are always surprising and beautiful. He showed you all the beaty part of his hometown under the sea.

☆° Mostly makes dates which connects to yours and his stories backgrounds so it hits both of you with nostalgia.

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That's all. I don't know why was I struggling with this headcanon so much but here it is a bit late.

Love y'all<3

[ominoose]

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐞 - 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐂'𝐬

I just love him being clueless and being educated and then doing it wrong. I love unsocialized Kane, he is dear to me.

V - Vase (What flowers he gets you)

The assembly of flowers carefully assembled in the glass on your table matches no known species in The Botanical Encyclopedia, nor Wikipedia, or any of the five plant identification apps you ended up downloading after your first Valentine's with Kane.

He eventually tells you he grew them himself, but where, when and how, he won't elaborate.

It's a moot point regardless, any earthly flower would pale in comparison to the splay of bright pinks, pale blues and glowing yellows of the flowers that sway in a non-existent breeze.

They smell like the first day you met him.

A - Affectionate (How openly affectionate is he?)

Somewhat, as much as he knows how to be. There was a brief period when you showed him a few romantic films in an attempt to "culture" him a tad that ended in him trying to stoically eat your face or slamming his hand into the wall next to you just to say hello.

Over time, he's picked up on your cues, what actions make your heart race, which make your brow furrow, which make your eyes crinkle at the sides. He tends to go for the lighter touches, his hand brushing against your own, forehead kisses, chin resting on the head.

L - Love Language

Acts of Service.

Kane likes to do things, keep his hands busy if he can. He also likes to anticipate your needs and solve them before you have them. A hot cup of tea on the kitchen counter as soon as you walk in, your blanket finishing a spin in the drier when you're cold.

The only time his love language is any different is on Valentine's Day. You had to teach Kane what it was, framing it as a day celebrating love and romantic relations. The word love stuck, and it's one of the few times he verbalizes it.

Each Valentine's morning, he wakes up, opens his eyes to you, takes a few moments to gaze at every feature and says 'I love you.'

E - Eat (Where and how does he dine you?)

Going outside into society is a bit of a finicky business for Kane, partially because he's considered a military asset and partially because he has no idea how society works. That comes with the upside of him becoming amazingly refined in the art of home dining.

Kane has a habit of taking things at face value until context is provided, so his inspiration of a romantic dinner stems from the first few google image results, leading to an elaborate experience with every effort put in.

A crisp ivory table cloth is laid over the dining table, a sparkling copper candelabra and a handful of tealight candles providing a warm ambience over the glasses of wine. The three-course meal is made up of your favourites, from his point of view the entire evening is about impressing his love onto you and thus everything will be catered to your tastes.

N - Nicknames (What nicknames do you share?)

Kane doesn't use pet names, but makes up for it with the special, soft reverence he speaks your name with.

T - Tacky (How cliche is he?)

Half-and-half. His general notion of Valentines is based on romcom tropes and Pinterest boards, so it's all inherently quite on the nose. What balances it out from being too cheesy is the way he does things, like knowing petals littering the bed can be romantic, so he fills the entire room with rose petals until you can't see the floor.

I - Innovate (How did he fix a Valentines gone wrong?)

The first Valentines with him is a bit of a disaster. There's far too many chocolates, bouquets of flowers he'd pick from outside that housed some bugs and filled the house with the smell of pollen and dog piss, as well as him putting porn on the TV because it was the most intimate movie he could think of.

If there's one thing Kane does well, it's adapt. He very quickly read from your face that he'd gone about this wrong, and ushered you into a relaxing bath while he tidied his mess.

You don't get to leave the bath on your own, he lifts you out bridal style and towels you dry like you're a precious doll, moisturizing you with slow tender touches. Again he picks you up, carrying you to a candle lit living room, blankets laid out on the couch and soft jazz on the TV. Chocolate and wooing could be done later, he knew you loved quiet, intimate moments with him, and he knows, sometimes, the basic approach is the best when he curls you up on his lap and massages you.

N - Naughty

Kane doesn't view sex as an integral part of Valentines, it's more about romantic feelings and reinforcing them. You'll be the one that will need to initiate with him, unless you tell him beforehand you want to get physical.

That said, if you surprise Kane with new lingerie you can kiss any other activities goodbye, he'll keep you in that bedroom the entire day, and maybe a bit of the next.

E - Ending (How does he wrap up Valentines day?)

Lounging on the porch at night, a single candle flickering in the wind, glasses of your favourite beverage curled in hand with your head on his shoulder as some soft guitar melody sifts through the window screens. He'll tell you the name of every star and explain why they pale in comparison to you.

S - Song

He doesn't know where he heard this song first, or even if it was him that did, but you found him, eyes closed, standing in the kitchen listening. His face settled into something of understanding when he turned to see you.

[the-light-of-deceit]

*There's a "unfortunately" familiar voice calling out from just beyond the door to Shadow Milk's room, with it's usually warm and sweet tone accompanying it.*

"Shadow Milk!!"

*The footsteps accompanying that voice as it calls for him are as steady as ever- well, as steady as they can be, one leg being somewhat dragged along half the time and all.*

*It's faint to hear, but just before the familiar cookie outside knocks, not even bothering to wait for an answer before opening the door, there are small giggles.*

*When the door opens, it's, of course, Pure Vanilla standing outside, with a bouquet of flowers- solid red carnations, red & white chrysanthemums, red roses, forget-me-nots, and azaleas- in his arms, a cake box in his hand, suspiciously rosy cheeks, and a stupidly warm smile.*

"Shadow Milk! Good morning!"

*The tone of the healer's voice is still so, kind, almost bright, as he greets Shadow Milk with a half wave from the hand holding his staff.* - @the-resilience-of-truth (anyone who knows the meaning to those flowers (or googles it out of curiosity) i love you /p) (if you don't wanna go through numerous different sites to understand where i was going with my selection of flowers but you do wanna know anyways, here's the site i looked at after a couple looks at other sites -> https://yardandgarden.extension.iastate.edu/how-to/flowers-and-their-meanings-language-flowers)

*Shadow milk groaned and rolled his eyes, turning to face the cookie with an annoyed glare.*

You.. what do you want. Can’t you see I’m—

*He paused, his eyes landing on the bouquet before bouncing back up to look at him.*

Eh? What’s this now?? What, this a peace offering or something??? Because if you’re here to ask for forgiveness.. THINK AGAIN!!!!

*As harshly as he spoke and the bitter look on his face entailing he was angry…his expression seemed to soften, letting out a huff of annoyance as he looked at the bouquet once more.*

*these were.. certainly odd choices. It was so.. red. He liked blue more, of course, and milkcrowns were up there on his list of favorite flowers despite the memories they were connected to, however he wouldn’t expect—*

*…wait a moment.*

*red carnations.. red and white chrysanthemums.. red roses, forget-me-nots, azaleas—*

*His eyes then widened in surprise, face turning a bright red.*

*As much as he HATED it.. he had been the Fount Of Knowledge, so he obviously had knowledge of lots of things..*

*including flower meanings.*

*…He was frozen in place entirely, unmoving and stunned.*

*Was Pure Vanilla just oblivious to the meanings.?? Or- Witches, he hoped so—*

*…sort of..*

-♧

[veenus777]

◜Quackity Boyfriend Headcanons◞

┊ ᝰ﹕SFW, gender neutral reader, English from Google Translate

♤ This man is very proud to date you! He wouldn't miss an opportunity to say "hey see that person, because they are my partner", and I don't judge after all most people would never imagine that Quackity would find a partner.

♧ He would take you on all his trips, even if they were for work, and would always find space in his schedule for outings and romantic dates.

♤ Speaking of romance, this man is the last romantic on earth! He would buy you flowers, open the car door, pay the bill and praise you all the time, change my mind!!

♧ About paying for things, he would make a point of paying for absolutely everything for you, after all he came from a humble family and now that he has the means he likes to be able to give you everything you want, and he would never charge you for it.

♤ Do you like branded clothes and jewelry? Great you will have.

♧ Everyone knows that Alex loves to drive and that means long car trips wherever he goes and you will be the princess passenger.

♤ off stream game nights with just cozy games or board games alongside a nice bottle of wine.

♧ Random dates, ranging from escape rooms to a pottery class or just a night assembling legos.

♤ strange and funny couple photos, he would also have a whole album on his cell phone with photos of you distracted.

♧ You would be the funny couple, the type who posts weird photos imitating memes like this on your feed:

♤ He would be your biggest fan and support you in everything, he would do everything in his power to help like if you want to study something or just start a new hobby.

♧ He is the type to show love with physical touch, he loves to hug, cuddle or just hold hands.

♤ He would show you his culture, be it Spanish words, music, food and also take you to visit Mexico.

♧ If you are also from another country, he would love to know everything about it and would make an effort to learn the language (if not English or Spanish) and would also visit.

♤ I feel like he would be a little insecure, he thinks he doesn't deserve you and that you are too much for him, so be kind to this man he is just a baby!!

♧ He would invite you to the QSMP, if you are a content creator, but even if you are not, he would place you as one of the administrators or one of the eggs.

♤ You would know the entire QSMP plot and he would ask for your opinion and ideas for the lore (if you don't participate).

♧ You're the only person he lets see him without his hat.

♤ flirting and stupid pickup lines over text messages, and if you live far away from each other you would spend 24/7 on FaceTime.

♧ Affectionate nicknames in Spanish such as Mi Corazon, Mi Amor, Mi Princesa or Mi alma.

♤ You would wear matching robes to events or on dates, he would probably have an "I Love My Girlfriend/Boyfriend" t-shirt with your picture on it that he would wear at every opportunity.

♧ You would probably be one of those people in the future who say "I'll talk to my husband, he's a lawyer".

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[ikemen-translations]

Mugenro & the Sleepless Butterfly: prologue 4/10

Warning: this game is +18 so if you are minor do not interact! English is not my native language and the translation was made with Google Translate and modified by me but I don't not know Japanese and English is not my first language so there may be errors.

This is a fanmade translation, please support cybird buying their stories, if we are lucky we will have this game in english.

Sweet scented flower boy: "What? Do you know her?"

Even though he was being given a piercing gaze, the young man simply narrowed his eyes.

Young man with a bold face: "Yeah. Probably."

Sweet scented flower boy: "Probably... what do you mean? If you're curious, why don't you chase after her?" 

Young man with a bold face: "Hmm? It's fine, we'll meet again soon." 

He speaks as the same time he heads out of the store, his helmet under his arm.

Young man with a bold face: "Then you too... see you tonight."

He got on his motorcycle parked near the store, put on his helmet, and the young man smiled fondly, as if reminiscing.

Young man with a bold face: "... She hasn't changed at all.

At 6pm, I successfully opened the cafe bar "Tapir".

MC: "Okay, let's do our best today too."

(To someday rebuild the coffee shop that belonged to my late grandparents...!)

The reason I work at a regular company during the day and as a store manager here at night is because of this "dream."

I'm currently renting this shop from the owner and I'm sacrificing sleep to learn the know-how.

MC: "--welcome"

As I was arranging the camellia roses I had just bought, my first customer arrived.

???: …

The chilly air and the cool eyes that are not turned towards me are the same as always.

I don't know how many times I have thought that perhaps the word "solitude" was created for this person.

MC: "I'll prepare the usual today as well."

Quiet customer: …

I called out to him, a regular customer, but as usual there was no reply.

He always orders a whiskey on the rocks here and spends his time without talking to anyone.

I don't know why he choses us, but I'm glad he thinks it's a comfortable place.

MC: "It's a nice, quiet night today."

Quiet customer: "………………That's right."

(Oh, that's unusual...)

When I get a reply to a casual tweet, I feel a little happy.

(Maybe I'll be lucky today)

I felt warm and fuzzy as we enjoyed another peaceful time together today.

And before I knew it, it was closing time.

While cleaning the store after the customers have left, I stop in front of the glass doors.

MC: “You did a great job today as well.”

I called out to myself in the glass door, but…

I looked more tired than yesterday.

MC:  Ah…

(Sigh... Leaving something at work... that's a serious lack of attention.)

Returning to the area around the station in the opposite direction from my house, I let my shoulders slump.

Contrary to my gloomy mood, the streets of Shibuya were bright and bustling, even after the date had changed.

(Hmm? This is...)

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Will and Mike’s Rain Fight S3-E3: Google Translated Version

Original Version

Google Translate Version

Basically I put the rain fight through a ton of languages on google translate and then back to english.

Mike: Will, come on! 

Mike: SI Blog, Establishment of 'Je'el!

Mike: you can’t leave, it’s raining!

Mike: You can't go, it's raining!

Mike: Listen, I said I was sorry, alright?

Mike: boring, sorry, ma'alob?

Mike: It’s a cool campaign, it’s really cool!

Mike: very beautiful, beautiful flower!

Mike: We’re just not in the mood right now…

Mike: Now scratch that out of our heads…

Will: Yeah, that’s the problem, Mike!

Will: Yeah, that’s the problem, Mike!

Will: You guys are never in the mood anymore!

Will: you are not willing!

Will: You’re ruining our party!

Will: You ruined our happiness!

Mike: That’s not true!

Mike: ¡That's not true!

Will: Really? Where’s Dustin right now?

Will: TRUE? Keystroke

Will: See, you don’t know and you don’t even care and obviously he doesn’t either and I don’t blame him!

Will: Look, you know and you don’t care, maybe they don’t either!

Will: You’re ruining everything, and for what? So you can swap spit with some stupid girl?!

Will: Do they want to lose everything and why? And can you leave a trail behind?

Mike: El’s not stupid! It’s not my fault you don’t like girls!

Mike: He's not evil! It’s not my fault I don’t like women!

Mike: I’m not trying to be a jerk, okay?

Mike: I'm not trying to be rude, am I?

Mike: I mean what did you think, really? That we were never going to get girlfriends?

Mike: So what exactly does that mean? Don't you want to see these kids again?

Mike: That we were just going to sit in my basement all day and play games for the rest of our lives?

Mike: Are we going to sit in a room all day and play games our whole lives?

Will: Yeah, I guess I did. I really did.

Will: Oh, maybe we will. Yes, there is.

Mike: Will! WILL! Will, COME ON!

Mike: to do it! It happens all the time! Come if you want!