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ladyluscinia · 2 years ago

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man i have been eyebrow deep in your blackhands tag for most of the afternoon and i am co signing izzy with murderbestie anne bonny. let this stressed lil dude have a friend that isn't his codependency partner/boss please. and yes, let ed be jealous and possessive as fuck - it's unhealthy but so fun! which seems like a long way to say: do you have any izzy&anne thoughts??

I have been sitting on this ask for a while (like, months 😅) because I was super excited for murderbesties thoughts and did not feel I had the time to do them justice, but today is the end of my holiday so huzzah!

My Izzy and Anne thoughts are numerous! My Anne thoughts in general are numerous, so let's see if I can wrangle them into some kind of order...

Ok, so my Anne and Izzy murderbestie agenda started in this post, and I've been mentally building it up since then. I've also been mentally entwining it with my Izzy and Jack thoughts (especially since posting my JackHands manifesto) but I don't think I've actually posted any of the Izzy + Anne + Jack (+ Mary + Edward) stuff. If I ever write a fic with side characters I'll probably incorporate some version of it all (possibly even if S2 contradicts it) but that could be a very long wait so no point in keeping close to the chest.

I guess the best place to start would be basic Anne headcanons?

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Anne Bonny

First, more-uniquely me thing... I know a lot of people in the Izzy sphere take their headcanons back to everyone sailing together under Hornigold - no offense intended, those are fun - but I think it adds to Hornigold's terror factor if he really is more just the demon from Edward's childhood (and Jack's), so Izzy and Anne both come into the story post-Hornigold. Izzy shortly after Edward and Jack escape, and then Anne after Jack sets out on his own.

I am a huge fan of disaster woman Anne Bonny. She is not cool. She is not suave. This woman is Calico Jack's First Mate and she matches his energy exactly! #LetWomenBeAwful

I am also a huge fan of lesbian Anne Bonny. This is in part because I love the idea that she genuinely respects Jack and likes him for his personality, and she cannot even blame trashy horniness for it. And Izzy needs a bestie with zero sexual tension to offset the whole everything he has going on with Edward, so win-win.

So Anne is Jack's Izzy - devoted to him, they've been together forever, kinda codependent but handling it better on account of not actually having massive unaddressed romantic and sexual feelings, an excellent pirate team, etc. Jack is actually impressively cunning under his frat bro exterior, and Anne has got some faintly hero-worship "Yes Captain"-ing going on too, just to really drive home the parallel (though she's a lot more boisterous and yet somehow subtle about it than Izzy). I also had thoughts on the prospect of her mutining Jack.

Complex Relationship Stuff

Anne and Izzy got along great from the start. Izzy had developed a fondness for Jack's personality before he struck out on his own, and Anne is enough like him that she easily clicks into the friend group the first time they meet back up. Also Izzy and Anne get paired up by fate for a few sidequests that cement their bond independent of Jack and Edward. They both are very good at killing people. Murderbesties for life! 😘 Anne also calls out Izzy being stupid obvious about his tumultuous love life and she conveys "I get it. Not in an In-Love-with-my-Captain way, but in a Deep-Devotion, I'd-Die-for-Him way so..." and then she becomes Izzy's Edward-Drama drinking buddie.

Important related point - Anne and Edward aren't really friends. Like she is very much Izzy's friend / Jack's platonic wife that Edward is professionally cordial with, and she does make him feel a bit like the odd man out when she visits. This is important for "world doesn't revolve around Edward" reasons, drama reasons, and funny reasons.

The drama reasons are Edward's abandonment issues getting him all worked up and possessive about Izzy having a friend, only soothed by the fact Izzy always comes back and Anne's exclusion from the romantic rival category.

The funny reasons are Anne, completely wasted, grabbing Izzy's shoulder, failing miserably to look him dead in the eye, and slurring "Leave the bastard, you're too good for him. He's a fucking... A loser. Loser bastard!" and Izzy replying, equally drunk and scandalized, "He's Blackbeard!"

Anne's romantic advice to Izzy is usually along the lines of Dump Him, but she also gets pissed at Edward on Izzy's behalf like a true bestie. Her reaction to the whole Stede thing would be a treat. Izzy frequently discounts her romantic advice because he a) is way too deep in this toxic marriage to back down that easy, and b) knows she has her own disaster thing going on with Mary so clearly is in no position to be giving advice. (This is true.)

Edward, meanwhile, is professionally cordial with Anne. He respects her skill, thinks Jack picked a good First Mate, and acknowledges her place in Izzy's life (begrudgingly, and with many private freak outs). He also feels a wave of dread every time Anne rolls up to the ship and considers her a bad influence, which is hilarious to everyone in their social circle (ex: Spanish Jackie). Izzy is a lot more chill and reckless around Anne, and she's not going to be the responsible one so Edward kinda has to... and he's not great at it. Goes from fun to anxiety inducing real fast. He's relieved when she has to get back to Jack, and thinks she's a bit better when Jack is around (mainly because Jack is leading the plans).

(Mary can help with responsibility - being a bit more of an escape plan oriented follower - but she's got those "what happens, happens" vibes and gets caught up in Anne / Jack's wake super easily.)

Cycling back to Jack, when I say Anne is his platonic wife I mean they totally got married for an insane plan once and she knows all his business, so she naturally does have an opinion on her boss's massive torch for Izzy. Mostly that it's kinda sad, but Calico Jack is her guy even more than Izzy, so she's also kinda rooting for him in that way where she doesn't really want to think about them together but hopes he moves on from Izzy happily. Jack does not get the "stop waiting for scraps of affection" talks like Izzy does, despite maybe deserving them more. He's also better at not wallowing in his rejected love when Izzy isn't in front of him, though, so that contributes.

And finally the Jack / Mary / Anne mess. I play with different dynamics for this one, but crucially Mary has (at least in the past) hooked up with Jack, and is hardcore into Anne, but their relationship is plagued by commitment issues.

If I'm feeling SteddyHands mirroring, then usually Mary is going back and forth between Jack and Anne and they have a weird thruple thing going on, only they act more like it's an open relationship / not that serious on all sides (because of the commitment issues all around) and then get pissed at each other for the same act. The ideal final form is "This is my girlfriend, Mary, and this is her [X]friend, [XXXX]." Followed by Jack and Anne calling each other husband / wife for a joke.

If I'm not feeling mirroring, then I do think it's really fun if Anne has to deal with dating her boss's ex that he's still on good enough terms to flirt with even if it's definitely over, and Mary has to deal with her girlfriend being more devoted to her ex than her for the rest of time, even if it's an entirely different kind of devotion. Also Jack and Anne are still platonically married and it is weird as fuck.

Izzy approves of Mary. He thinks she's a respectable pirate, absolutely lethal, and she gets bonus likability points because she's been backup on enough raids that she treats Izzy like a weapon of mass destruction when battle planning and he's very flattered.

Izzy has also been Anne's drunken sympathetic ear through issues with Mary or Jack (or both, when Anne gets that in her head), and he has - entirely obvious to the irony - listened to Anne sob over how she can't live without Mary and responded "Have you told her that?" (Anne had not, and would not when sober again.) He is self aware enough that he's never once advised her to drop Jack and go sail under someone else, though.

Random Other Thoughts

Hmm... Oh! Big one - I think Anne has mad tattoo skills. She's done a few of Edward's and some of her crew members (and a few small but gorgeous ones for Mary), but her real masterpiece is a really complex ship and waves on Izzy's back that she did over multiple sessions and adds details and touchups to pretty regularly. Izzy doesn't let many people tattoo him and Anne is at the top of the list.

Anne and Stede get off on the wrong foot, like, instantly. Stede is still in his "trouble remembering Izzy exists" era and entirely fails to hide his surprise that he has a friend, Anne thinks Stede is boring as fuck and openly boos his suggested activities, Stede gets the Calico Jack First Mate reveal and sours even faster... It's a whole thing. If we're doing SteddyHands she thinks Izzy is actively losing his mind when she realizes he's even considering doing that.

The murderbesties do lots of murder. A typical Anne visit is short and sweet, where she catches Blackbeard's ship because she wants to borrow Izzy to back her up on a precision naval fort strike or something. They get drenched in blood, kill a bunch of people, and usually rush to get back to the ship with their loot before anyone notices. This leads to a very relaxed and bloodstained Izzy, Edward having trouble looking pretty much anywhere else, and Anne placing bets with veteran crew on when the two of them will disappear. Later Izzy and Anne split the most expensive bottle of booze they managed to grab before she heads back to her own stuff.

Anne slept with Spanish Jackie once, out of curiosity more than anything. She recommends it. Izzy still insists she was so deep in celebratory booze that there's no way she fucking remembers enough to recommend shit. Jackie doesn't kiss and tell.

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I think that's plenty of thoughts for now. I wish I was the kind of fic writer who could have a whole series about these two out by now, but alas. Headcanon / fic concept posts will have to do.

Thank you for the chance to gush on them and get all my thoughts in one place!

#our flag means death #izzy hands ofmd #calico jack ofmd #give me anne bonny #blackbeard ofmd #blackhands #jackhands #and murderbesties forever #also mentions of #steddyhands #ask #ladyluscinia

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the-nysh · 3 years ago

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Hey Nysh! What are your favorite fictional bonds/relationships? I'm not talking about romantic ones only, but also about platonic or familial ones. You have Great Taste on anything so I was curious 👀

Hmmmmm...🤔 let me think....I'd say my favorites consist of establishing very strong foundations - like mutual respect, trust & devotion for example, where the bond between acquaintances, platonic friends, rivals, or heck even enemies has the potential to develop into something more over time. (Aw heck, when looking at it this way, it usually satisfies my demi/ace spectrum side.) It's when you can feel there's something very strong & profound there, that defies all other conventional labels - but eventual 'soulmates' or life partners for example, even when not explicitly romantic, where they actively challenge or push each other towards becoming better people, are ones I tend to appreciate most. :'3

Let's take some rare m/f relationships in shonen I've liked for example - which may or may not always lead to romance (it's a bonus), but I really enjoyed the bonds between Ed & Winry (fma), Soul & Maka (Soul Eater), Yoshimori & Tokine (Kekkaishi - where the mc admires the rival girl who's older/more talented, which I found refreshing) and most recently between Power & Denji (Chainsaw Man) - where Power truly showed how she was The One eventually earning that most trustworthy/rewarding 'do or die' bond with the mc - very satisfying to me. :'3

As for same gender relationships, I probably don't need to elaborate why Deku & Kacchan (bnha) are probably the most compelling emotional crux of the series (thematically and symbolically, thru an entire roller coaster of angst and rewarding feelings), but also Gon & Killua (hxh) have something quite special, especially the devoted lengths Killua goes thru to save a devastated Gon from himself once he...[spoilers]. :')) (And more recently, speaking of such pure, unwavering devotion, the lengths Lan Zhan will go to protect Wei Ying in mdzs, against the ingrained rules of his clan towards what he now decides is morally righteous, is very impressive.)

As for more traditional rivals, I remember the main rivalry in Hikaru no Go standing out to me - because near the end, the rival stepped up to support/uplift the mc in a slump (while grieving over [spoiler]) which stuck with me as very strong. And in Glass Mask (very old school shoujo drama) the two rival girls went to such elaborate lengths pushing each other thru thick & thin. :'D

Ah, and speaking of shoujos...the most excruciating slow burn to end all slow burn romances is probably between the main m/f pair in Skip Beat - cause aaa the long torment thru hidden/secret/repressed feelings, yet mutually inspiring/pushing each other and keeping the reader invested thru all the other fun stuff going on - but most importantly you can feel the why & how their romantic feelings actually developed, which is a big plus I look for in any convincing romances played straight. :'D

#anonymous #replies #hmm i'm probably forgetting a handful...#oh dang i forgot for the literal brotherly/familial relationships i remember it was leo & raph from oldschool tmnt #for so much drama/tragedy/misunderstandings that even fic writers explored in very profound ways #i remember reading even one shot fics of their childhoods that made me cry :')#aha oh man going thru some embarrassing memory lanes for that one (but it reminded me of my own sister so yeah)

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collecting-stories · 4 years ago

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Cowboy Blues - pt. 01 - Rafe Cameron

Summary: You swipe right on Tinder with some interesting results.

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You weren’t traditional by any sense of the word. You’d given up all those crazy ideals that had been ingrained in your personality when you realized that you weren’t going to find a high school sweetheart to settled down with. Or a college one for that matter. You settled for nice dates with average guys and tried to remind yourself daily that you needed no one to complete your life. It was fine on its own.

“I think the literal class of guy has gone down,” your best friend Nina mentioned as she scrolled through your phone. You loved Nina but she was tone-deaf to most of your single life complaints. She was already married, to the same guy she had been dating since middle school. After HSM came out she had been madly in love with Zac Efron and had managed to find the one guy in your school that looked almost just like him and they’d stayed together.

“You’re on tinder right now, just to put that commentary into perspective for you.” You pointed out, annoyed mostly. Nina had invited herself to come have lunch with you while you worked on finalizing your classroom for the coming school year. While you tried to get actual work done, Nina just scrolled through the guys on your tinder and bitched about their profiles, as if she expected to find some great life partner for you.

It was probably cynical of you to say but, if you never dated again, never settled down with anyone, it probably wouldn’t matter. Wedding fever sprung up whenever someone else was tying the knot or having a kid but when that passed you weren’t particularly eager to look for someone. People had been, for the majority, disappointing since you had turned 18 and, for the past eight years you hadn’t been proven right.

Someone to cohabitate with might be nice. You certainly thought about it on nights when you were feeling particularly isolated from the rest of the world, but all that disappeared when you considered how used to being alone you actually were and what cohabitating would actually mean. Someone who would leave dirty dishes in the sink, leave water on the bathroom floor and track it through the house, who would chew too loud or hate the food you liked or snore too obscenely or drink too much. There were a million flaws with your imaginary future suitor and you listed them all anytime you got the bug to start dating again. But twenty-six was old, according to Nina, and you needed to get married.

“What about him, he’s cute?” She held the phone out to you, the guy in the picture was smiling, sitting in front of a table with food. You looked up briefly from the lesson plan you were writing out, nearly losing your mouthful of coffee.

You swallowed and took the phone, staring at the picture, maybe a little too long.

“He’s cute babe, but he’s not like People Magazine’s hottest man alive.” Nina said in response to your out burst.

“No, no, I know him.” You explained, eyes still on the picture. God, you couldn’t help thinking that he looked good. Did you look that good? He was the spitting image of what he’d been in the stairwell at Duke. Attractive, self-assured, a little cocky. “We went to the same college. I hooked up with him one time at a party before spring break…I uh, he told me to call him and I lost his number.”

“On purpose?” She asked, plucking the phone out of your hands. She lingered on his picture, waiting for your either glowing recommendation or scathing review before she swiped. He was cute, she’d give you that. He was tan, tall, even in the picture it was obvious, and just nice to look at.

“No,” You admitted. “I was gonna call him and then I got back together with Ian.” Your ex-boyfriend be damned, you left out the part where you thought about your random hook way more often than a sane person should. After spring break it hadn’t been hard to dodge him, Duke had a massive campus and you didn’t have any of the same classes but every time you and Ian had it out you couldn’t help wondering what it would’ve been like if you’d called him back. Even after you graduated and moved back home to Boston, you still couldn’t quite shake the memory of him.

“Well Ian’s getting married and you’re not...so,” she swiped and then closed the app, sliding off your desk to take a slow appraisal of your classroom while she dug the knife in deeper, “are you going to Ian’s wedding?”

Nina kept asking, as if you had much say in the matter, and you kept answering, deflating your ego every time you had to say yes. “I have to…it’s my grade partner. She even made me a bridesmaid.” Admittedly, you and Anya had been much closer before your boyfriend of three years dumped you and immediately started dating her. Now it felt hard to be around her for too long, like going home for the holidays and trying to keep quiet when your drunk uncle brought up the political climate in the country. Anya told you she had held off the wedding because she wanted to ‘wait until the dust settled’. As if it hurt less now. For different reasons, sure, but not less.

In a month’s time you’d be sitting through a bridal shower that her sister kept texting you to help coordinate and plan. She’d tried to be nice, giving you a plus one to the wedding because you didn’t know any of her friends or family. The only other person you knew was Ian, ex-boyfriend and groom, not exactly who you wanted to be hanging out with. Of course, you knew his family and that just made the whole ordeal so much more awkward.

The plus-one was an empty gesture though. Just a reminder that there was no one for you to invite. But you kept hoping, maybe you’d meet someone. Maybe you could transport yourself into a Hallmark movie and rent a date or something. Fall madly in love in a week and move to their small town and never look back. Then, at least, you could miss the wedding altogether.

“She’s a fucking back stabbing bitch.” Nina commented, as if this was some new piece of information that she was finding out about now.

“Anya is super sweet.” You defended, only because it was true. Anya might’ve been marrying your douche of an ex-boyfriend but she was categorically the nicest person that you had ever met. “It wasn’t like he cheated on me, we broke up.” You didn’t want to have this conversation anymore. Not two weeks before the beginning of school. Two weeks before you had to look at her face every day until the honeymoon.

“They got together pretty quick.” Nina pointed out, not that she ever needed to. “Well, whatever, so what was this guy like, what was his name?”

“Did you swipe right on him and not even look at his name?” You asked, reaching for your phone to check.

“Yeah, so? She asked, “You said you knew him.”

“I said I slept with him.” You corrected.

“Same thing.” She shrugged, “name?”

“Rafe. Cameron.”

She ‘ohhhh-ed’ appreciatively, “What was he like?” She asked. “He sounds rich.”

“Hot,” you shrugged, “I don’t know he was probably a total fuck boy. He asked me to call him the next morning after breakfast and I said sure and then when I got back to my dorm Ian was there.” You provided the short story of events, omitting any major details about that night. You told Nina everything but you had never told her about Rafe, always a little wistful about the encounter. As if it was some personal memory that would lose its importance should anyone else know about it.

“He made you breakfast?”

“Yeah, so?”

“That’s like jackpot. God you could be like, married right now, popping babies out for some Swedish Au pair to run around after.” Nina replied raising her eyebrows suggestively.

“I’m glad you’ve created this weird ‘rich kid’ narrative but I have no idea. It’s not like I was checking the guy’s financials while I was sucking his dick.” You lowered your voice at the end of the sentence, just in case the pushing 80 secretary walked past and heard you.

“Please, have you seen him? That is a baby-faced, rich boy living on his daddy’s money. And you could be too.”

“Okay, look, I was 20, I wasn’t trying to settle down and get married. At least not to some random guy I only hooked up with because my boyfriend was a douche.” You replied. Not to mention that breakfast had essentially consisted of one bite of toast before he was eating you out on the counter of his off-campus apartment. Not exactly the romantic beginning to a relationship. “Wait, did you swipe right?” You asked, almost immediately horrified at the thought.

“Maybe.”

“No,” you groaned, “fuck, he’s gonna think I’m so weird!”

“He will not. Besides, if he’s as much of a fuck boy as you say then guarantee he doesn’t even remember you.” She replied. “Besides, if he answers, it’ll be kinda nice ya know? Go out, have a nice dinner, get fucked, all your problems melt away.”

“He better not remember me.” You grumbled. You were not prepared for the absolute humiliation that would come from him seeing you on Tinder and remembering you.

“Did you really sleep with so few guys in college that you remember him?”

“You’ve slept with one person in the last decade…” you pointed out.

“And?” She slipped her sweatshirt back on and grabbed her bag, “whatever, I’m heading out. I have work in 30.”

With Nina gone, you slumped back in your chair and grabbed your phone. You had a tendency to never get rid of anything; it was the great downfall of your life. Someday you would accumulate so much stuff you would become a hoarder and then no one would love you but the cats that used your belongings as a litter box. It was a terrible habit but it lent to usefulness sometimes, especially in moments like this, as you scrolled through your phone, finding Rafe’s contact. You had told Nina that you’d lost Rafe’s number but in actuality you had kept it stored in your phone even though you’d never used it.

Now, this wedding fever was doing nothing but confirm your fear that you were one step closer to an unfulfilling life alone. Even Lorelai Gilmore didn’t stay single forever.

You stared at his name in your contact list, a little fire emoji next to it and you could remember laughing at him when he typed it in. It was more a playful jab at the way your Boston accent had pronounced the word fire than anything to do with him though you thought it was an accurate description.

You wondered if he had the same number. If you’d called him that night, would it have been another failed relationship to catalog away for when you were feeling especially shitty. Or would he have left you for the bubbly grade partner that you wanted to hate so much but couldn’t. Nina had swiped right on him but you didn’t even know where he lived these days. You were living in Boston again. You’d moved home for your masters and stayed when the teaching internship turned into an actual job.

North Carolina had been fun for school, being 12 hours away from home had given you the most incredible sense of freedom but nowhere was New England and you’d been itching to go home again just as soon as you’d arrived down there. Though coming back to Boston, you had found it different than you’d left it. Even with Nina here, she was married, she had her own life away from you. As much as you tried to settle in and pretend that everything was fine, you couldn’t help but admit that Nina was right, you did need someone.

Single life felt a lot more routine than you imagined it would. A call from your mother, complaining that your sister was acting out and being generally awful, a call from your sister, accusing your mother of being overbearing, and hours of alone time filled mostly by reading, walking your dog, and binging TV shows. “At least you got a dog and not a cat.” Nina had said when you brought Fivel home. He was pre-named and you were always partial to An American Tail.

“Only so I would exercise.” You had replied, knowing you had to walk the dog, a black lab mix that was a puppy when you got him. “You hear that Five, I’m using you for my own gain.” He had gotten big since then, fully grown now with a personality that included forgetting his size and spreading out on top of you when you laid on the couch.

Your apartment was small, an old converted brownstone with three apartments, yours on the top floor above a middle-aged couple with a very spoiled seven-year-old. They were nice when they weren’t blaring Disney movies and you resented that even in your house you couldn’t escape children but you couldn’t be too upset. The place was nicer than you could’ve hoped, truthfully. Especially living alone.

Even with a nice place to live though, it was always the same. Walking Fivel, making whatever dinner that came in the Sunbasket boxes at the beginning of the week, and watching Top Chef.

You closed out of your contacts, going back to Tinder as if Rafe would’ve already messaged you. All Nina had written was ‘hey’, as if that was supposed to entice someone into replying. You doubted the stupid picture of you from last year at the beach really did anything special. You weren’t surprised to find that there was no reply yet. You read his profile over again, unsure what else to say. The night the two of you hooked up you had both been at a party though these days your partying had been replaced with drinking alone.

Whoever said don’t waste your twenties would’ve recoiled in horror at the way you were living.

“Leaving so soon?”

You turned away from the double doors leading out onto campus, the click of the bar as it released echoing in your ear for a second, drowned out mostly by the music that was coming from the various dorms that had their doors open. It was a floor party; one you’d come to with some friends in high hopes of forgetting your current ex-boyfriend Ian once and for all. Three months of condescending comments and gaslighting finally pushing you over the edge.

“I was just...getting some fresh air.” You replied, shrugging. Trying to look calm, unaffected by this stranger’s sudden entrance into your life. He was cute, far more so than Ian. Taller too. You thought you recognized him from the lacrosse team your roommate was so obsessed with. “Lacrosse players are never unattractive.” She had argued once when she dragged you to a game.

He definitely fit the bill for her ideal of the lacrosse playing frat boy. Hot, tall, tan, his cap was on backwards and he looked so relaxed but also so sure of himself. Like whatever was going to happen in this hallway was going to go exactly how he wanted.

“Want some company?” He asked, taking a sip from the cup in his hand but not taking his eyes off you.

You felt like your heart was hammering in your chest, head swimming and you’d not even had anything to drink that night. “I uh…” worse case scenarios increased by tenfold in your head given the context of the situation. You were alone in a hallway, potentially about to go outside, while everyone else was partying, where they couldn’t hear you, with some guy you didn’t know at all. A guy who gave off some pretty strong ‘get-whatever-I-want’ vibes and he’d said no more than two sentences to you. “I uh, kinda wanted to be alone.”

“Cool, cool.” He shrugged, “no problem.”

For whatever reason that possessed you to think it was a genuinely okay idea, so you walked out, the door clicking open as you stepped onto the pavement. You kicked the stopper so it wouldn’t shut all the way because you’d rather be able to get back in than somehow have both of you trapped out here if he did decide to follow you. No alcohol, your brain was just malfunctioning or maybe your roommate was right and your usual suspicion of everyone had turned a nice moment into an awful one.

It was significantly colder outside than it had been in the dorms, even in the hallway, and you breathed out a sigh of relief. You wanted to scream at Ian for not even letting you have a good time when you were out with friends because you kept thinking of him. He was off somewhere, already on spring break, no doubt hooking up with girls you’d never know about because you had told him it was over. And it was, you were just so completely unsure-

You’re silent berating ended mid-sentence when you turned around to see your lacrosse playing stranger sitting on the steps just inside the door. He smiled at you and waved and you almost laughed at the oddity of the moment as you came back inside.

“What are you doing?” You asked, holding the door open and letting some of the cold air deep in.

“You said you wanted to be alone. Figured I’d wait.”

“For?”

He shrugged, standing up and leaning against the bottom of the railing, “you, to not want to be alone.”

“Well,” you were momentarily caught off guard, a nervous laugh escaping. Truthfully, you had never had someone flirt with you like this before, so directly obvious about liking you. Not necessarily one with quick-witted comebacks, you were still fairly good at deflecting when you needed too but somehow, he had rendered you speechless.

He nodded his head toward the steps, “we can just sit? Door’s right there,” he offered, referring to the dorm room less than six feet away. The door was open and you could hear a mix of chatter and music.

“Okay.” You agreed, letting the door close on the stopper, the slightest wave of cool air seeping in while you walked over and took a seat beside him. You introduced yourself, unsure what else to do, and probably sounded like every middle-aged family member he had when you asked him what his major was.

“Rafe Cameron,” he replied, “economics.”

“Oh god,” you said before you could stop yourself. He was the full package clearly, though of what you weren’t sure. He sounded rich, by the name alone, econ major, lacrosse player, potentially, and absolutely fuckable. There was no other coherent way to describe it. “I took an econ course as an elective freshman year, it really fucked me up.”

“Not a math person?” He asked, another sip of his drink and you really wished you had one. Anything to occupy a little corner of your brain so everything wasn’t so solely focused on him.

“No, no, not at all.” You shook your head. “So…do you live in this dorm?”

“Nah, my roommate’s dating some girl in one of these,” he replied, the same head nodded toward the rooms as before, “I’m just here for the booze, and the company.”

That wasn’t even that smooth of a line and you were melting at it. You weren’t sure if you were just dying for some positive attention or going through the motions of a breakup but either way you were seriously considering your roommate’s earlier encouragement of ‘letting yourself go’. Have fun, she had said, be bold.

“You play lacrosse, right?” You asked, because you were 95% sure you’d seen him and it was eating at you a little bit. You felt like you were grasping at straws trying to think of what to say. You were fairly positive that he was only talking to you because he wanted to have sex with you but honestly, you really wanted to have sex with him too.

“I do,” he grinned and you knew you’d basically given him the upper hand. “You’ve been to a game?”

“I’ve been to all of them.” You said before you could stop yourself. “I mean, my roommate’s a big fan of lacrosse or lacrosse players, not sure, so we always go.”

“Not a fan yourself?”

“No, I mean, I like it, you guys have a good team.” You shrugged. This was going terribly, or you would think it was if he wasn’t looking at you like that.

“Yeah?” He grinned, sliding a little closer to you on the stairs.

“I should close that door, it’s getting cold in here.” You mentioned, standing up suddenly.

Rafe couldn’t help his smile as you walked down the steps to the door. He had come out into the hallway because the party was boring, the music was subpar, and Topper was starting to annoy him. He had considered going back to the apartment altogether but he’d just sat on the stairs instead, as if he was waiting for something. And then you’d come along. “We could head back to my place? It’s warm.” He offered. A stupid line, sure, but the last one had played well for him so he tried this one.

You almost laughed at the cheesiness of his comment. The way he said it, even with how you’d felt when you first realized he was there, was easy, letting you know that the decision was yours entirely. Maybe it was a decision you shouldn’t have been making right this moment but he was gorgeous and anything that had you not thinking about your ex was good enough for you. “Yeah, but I’ll be cold on the way there.”

His lower lip jutted out, pouting at you playfully, “We’ll drive, you can stay warm in the car, promise.”

Sans Nina stopping by, the next day played out the same as the day before. You managed to hold off checking your Tinder until halfway through lunch. It wasn’t like you’d stopped thinking about it or forgot the whole exchange with Nina the day before. You’d locked the whole thing away to reminisce about at some later date when you were no doubt alone once again. Alone and-

And he had sent you a message. It just said hey back, and a subtle compliment about your profile picture, telling you that he would kill for beach weather right now and that ‘blue is his favorite color’, you clicking back a second later and realizing that the bathing suit you had on in your profile picture was, in fact, blue. You half wondered if he remembered you and that’s why it was so casual. But he was arguably that casual the night you met too. If you’d been in a less hyper aware state of mind you would’ve never realized he was flirting with you.

You stared at the message for half of your lunch hour wondering what to say in return. Something witty maybe, though you were feeling as tongue tied as you had that night six years ago. Not at all the confident person you always envisioned yourself being at this point in your life but the nervous one who said dumb stuff that you didn’t mean to.

-I went last weekend with a friend and it was literally too cold to take my sweatshirt off...fall’s a bitch-

You replied, attaching a frowning emoji to the end of your sentence. You hated your inability to be cool online. What else could you say though? You couldn’t ask if he remembered you. Say that if he did remember you than you were sorry for never calling and you know how much of an ass matching with him on Tinder probably seems. Or that pathetically enough for you that night and following morning are arguably the best sex you’ve ever had. Or even that his profile picture made him look better than you remembered, god why did you get back together with Ian.

Rafe had seen the match almost immediately. Working from home that afternoon, he’d only been half paying attention to the zoom meeting that he was on, scrolling through his phone when the notification popped up. He had clicked into Tinder, staring at your name and profile picture off and on for a good hour while he tried to think of something to say to you.

Something clever.

He wasn’t exactly the most sentimental person anyone had ever met and he’d slept with plenty of people in college but he knew you the minute he saw your picture. You looked exactly the same as you had that night, though the picture you used for your profile didn’t quite do justice to the way your eyes lit up when you smiled or how ridiculously easy it had been for him to be completely infatuated with you that night.

You had never called him and he couldn’t fault you for that, it wasn’t exactly like he was screaming boyfriend material back then. He barely was now. Whenever he thought about you, and he was sure it was more frequently than it should be for a one night stand from college, he assumed you’d probably met someone, settled down...all that ridiculous stuff his sister was into.

He said he liked the blue of your bathing suit in the picture of you and that he wished it was beach weather because seeing you honestly had him missing the Outer Banks more than he expected to. He sent the text and spent the rest of the night feeling like a dumbass. There he was, blowing his chances all over again. But then, halfway through the next day, you texted back.

-You Bostonians need to work on your weather. -

He responded, as soon as he got the message, and then,

-I’ll get right on it...any specific requests?-

Your reply came back a few minutes later, after he checked his phone three more times.

-Warm enough to take you to the beach.-

Rafe responded a little faster than he probably should have. Maybe a little more desperate than he should have too but he couldn’t be bothered about that.

-Sans the sweatshirt? -

-Exactly.-

He followed the text up immediately with a,

-but since I can’t take you to the beach, are you free for dinner this Friday?-

-I am, yeah. Where did you have in mind?-

-Have you been to Menton? -

It was warm in the apartment, even for mid-March with the windows opened. The kind of weather that made you want to stretch out in bed and do nothing all day. Except this wasn’t your bed or your room and the noise coming from the kitchen was definitely not going to help lull you back to sleep. Opening your eyes to the sun streaming through the window, you climbed out of bed, grabbing the t-shirt from the carpeted floor and pulling it over your head.

You hadn’t intended to stay the night at Rafe’s but really, once you were there you hadn’t wanted to leave. Even now, all you really wanted was to find him and take him back to bed. Maybe not to sleep but definitely to sleep with.

“Oh my god, you’re so loud,” you teased, walking into the small kitchen to find Rafe standing over the stove, back to you. He turned at the sound of your voice and you had to appreciate the lack of clothing he had decided to wear to attempt breakfast, just a pair of navy-blue briefs.

“Watch it, you won’t get any of these world class scrambled eggs.” He replied, pointing his spatula back to the frying pan on the stove.

You walked closer to him, letting him wrap his arm around you and pull you into his side. “Those do look like some quality eggs,” you observed, putting your arm around his waist.

This felt so easy you were dreading going back to your dorm eventually. Ian hadn’t even made a guest appearance in your brain and he’d been pretty much the star since the two of you broke up. But right now, all you wanted to focus on was Rafe and getting to spend as much time with him as possible.

Rafe moved the skillet off the stove and laid the spatula down, using his free hand to grab your waist as he maneuvered you around in front of him. You yelped in surprise when his hands fell to your thighs and he hoisted you up onto the counter.

“Careful! You almost burned me!” You laughed, swatting his hands away.

“You’re not even near the burner.” he laughed, pushing your legs apart so he could stand in between them.

“I thought we were having breakfast?”

“We are.” He reasoned, the innuendo evident as he leaned down and kissed just above your bare knees. “When do you have to be back?”

“Whenever.” You shrugged, more than happy to have this moment play out, uninterrupted.

Menton was the kind of place that other people went to. Not first grade teachers on first grade teacher salaries. Even when you were younger, growing up in the more affluent part of western Massachusetts, you had never really been part of a ‘fancy restaurants’ family. Menton was just some place Nina mentioned when she talked about restaurants too expensive for normal people.

“What if he remembers me?” You had asked, a few hours earlier, when Nina showed up at your apartment with shoes for your outfit.

“Did he say he did?” Honestly curious about this guy you had never mentioned to her before.

“No. But what if he does?” You couldn’t help being paranoid about the whole date. You could still remember the feeling of being around him, of being with him. Rafe hadn’t mentioned to you that he remembered you, and thank god too because how awkward would that conversation had been? Just a ‘hey, aren’t you that girl I hooked up with six years ago in college?’. Why did Nina have to swipe right. Why couldn’t she have minded her own business and believed you when you said that you were over Ian and not at all concerned about the wedding.

You were freaking yourself out for nothing. Or because you were dressed nicer than you had been in two years and standing outside Menton.

“Hey.”

You turned toward the sound of someone calling your name, seeing Rafe walking across the street. You felt very much like you were twenty again, finding him watching you from the stairwell, butterflies in your stomach. You teetered for a moment on the sidewalk, unsure if you should wait for him to make it all the way to you or just walk up and hug him. That seemed a little extreme, honestly,

You could still remember the feeling of his arms around you but if he didn’t remember you, and you were banking on him not remembering, it would be odd to just grab him in the street. He eased the tension for you though, reaching an arm out for a side hug once he was close enough. Casual but still not too personal.

“Hey,” he repeated, stepping away from you for a brief appraisal. “You look beautiful.”

“Ah, thank you...this place looked so fancy online, I wasn’t sure what to wear.” You admitted.

“You googled it?” He sounded amused, even as he stepped in front of you to hold the door open and you could just imagine the smirk on his face. The same one he’d worn when you told him that you had seen all of his lacrosse games. (You had seen all the ones after that night too but you always made sure to sit high up in the bleachers and you never stuck around after a game.)

“Well, yeah...I wanted to read the menu.” You replied, pausing briefly as Rafe gave his name to the hostess and she grabbed two menus, walking you through the restaurant to a nice table in the back. Quiet but not too quiet. ��

“Hopefully it’s lived up to its reputation so far?” He asked, biting his tongue to stop himself from saying that he remembered how bizarrely neurotic you could be, even in the few hours that he had spent with you.

“I mean I haven’t eaten the food.” You stressed, looking at him over your shoulder as he pulled your chair out for you. “Thank you.”

He grimaced, as if the possibility of you rating this place, or the date, badly, was still an option then. “The oysters are really good...or the cappotelli.” He suggested, moving around to his side of the table, “do you have a wine preference?”

“Red, otherwise...not really.” You replied, letting him order a bottle for the table. This was somehow exactly the person you’d hooked-up with in college and not that person at all. As if you could see little cracks in the facade of his put-together appearance. “So, are you from Boston?”

“No,” he shook his head. He looked up at you for a moment, breaking his concentration with the menu before he laid the paper off to the side, “I’m from North Carolina, the Outer Banks, I actually ended up moving up here for work.”

“I know this sounds crazy-”

He hummed and you scrunched your nose at him.

“-I’m always like, surprised when people are like, from the beach.” You explained, “like I only think of the beach as vacation place not like a, live there all the time place.”

“That’s cause it gets ridiculously cold up here.” He replied, “No one wants to live on a beach where it snows.”

“The beach is nice off season!” You insisted. “It’s not crowded and you can just like, walk around-”

“If I have to wear a coat to go to the beach, it is not nice.”

“Okay,” you sassed, sticking your tongue out and making him laugh. “So what do you do then? Why’d you move to Boston?”

“That’s a loaded question,” Rafe noted, “I work for an economics firm here. Mostly I moved for the job opportunity but the distance from my family was an added benefit.”

“Well, I say this from a place of extreme bias, Boston is the best city.”

“It has it’s perks.” He could’ve been talking about a good parking deal but the way he smiled at you when he said it made you feel like he was talking specifically about you.

The date ended with Rafe walking you to the train, his coat over your shoulders because the light jacket that you’d worn had proven not warm enough for the early autumn chill that settled in. You talked about your first-grade class and being nervous for the impending year and he listened, saying that sometimes he felt like he was working with six year olds.

“At least I can curse in front of my co-workers though.” He lamented.

You laughed, “I’ve definitely let my fair share of curse words go...and heard quite a few from kids in my classes.”

“Oh man, I’d fucking lose it if some kid started cursing at me.” Rafe replied.

At the train station you argued for a few minutes over his coat, him insisting that you just hold on to it (“trust me, if I go 24 hours without seeing you again, I’ll be shocked.”), but you told him you had a severe inability to remember to give anything back and likely he’d never see it again, something he doubted, the implication that this would progress far enough that he would be in your apartment eventually there beneath the surface of his words.

When the train pulled in, the coat left in your possession, Rafe pulling it tighter around your shoulders and promising that he would get it back eventually. “I’ll text you.” He said, as the doors closed. And, by the time you got home, there was a text from Rafe waiting for you.

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slocumjoe · 4 years ago

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2 headcanons per companion

Cait:

- Touchy person. After learning and understanding that it doesn't inherently mean pain, learns to speak and hear it as a love language. Her touches are very jock, though. Shoulder slaps, light punches, hair ruffling, kind of an older brother form of physical affection. Often gets into play-fights with MacCready.

- Has a lovely singing voice, but no one knows because she never sings. Ever. If she sang, it would be a quiet, raspy croon. The type of singing you'd expect to hear in a castle ruins at the coast during a storm. Haunting and enchanting.

Curie:

- Amazing baker, not so good at cooking. Baking is a science, cooking is more about intuition and creativity. She's a by-the-books girl, and unless she has an exact recipe, her cooking is going to taste like anxiety. Great at breads, burns eggs. Always makes delicious muffins, her soups and stews are flavorless and soggy.

She has no idea. Thinks it's fine, and no one will dare tell her to stick to dough-based foods.

- The first time she got drunk, it was off wine. She woke up with her head in agony and on the roof of a shack about 50 miles away from Sanctuary. And with a tattoo on her back. Doesnt know about the tattoo. No one knows about the tattoo. It's a spoon. A very poorly done spoon. Possibly a ladle.

Danse:

- This man may as well be a bear. He has a big appetite, sleeps like he's hibernating for winter, is covered in thick body hair. Danse will wake up only for his natural alarm, his clock alarm, or someone walking up to him and telling him to get up. No noise or physical disturbance will wake him. Nothing. As for his stomach, he isn't a glutton, but look at him. Big guy needs fuel. He can eat a normal amount and be fine, but could get himself kicked out of Golden Corral.

- Speaking of food. He eats everything with no reaction regardless of if he likes it or not. It looks like he's bored even if he's eating the rare good meal. Food is just something neutral, with cons to certain things. He prefers plainer flavors, but is immune to spice. Can drink an entire bottle of Tabasco sauce, Sriracha sauce, and a chile sauce with no expression. The blank stare and spice immunity aren't synth things, Curie and X6 are just the opposite.

Deacon:

- Takes long walks at night through settlements. Feels at peace in liminal spaces. The ruins of Boston and all the other destroyed cities don't have the same effect. Something about being the only one aware, living unnoticed in a place filled with people. It's lonely, but nothing gives the same clarity.

- Hates subway tunnels. Go on forever, too long to see what's at the end, something could be at any corner - they creep him out. If you still, you'll hear something. Machinery even when the place is inactive. Shuffling. Even stiller, might hear breathing echoing from way down a tunnel. Hates it to hell and back. Has to take a long smoke break if he has to go in one alone.

Hancock:

- Weird with kids. Likes them, but worries about himself. He isn't the...best example. He has no filter, they can tell something is wrong about him, and he just doesn't know how to act. They're just tiny humans, but there are rules. He doesn't want to accidently hurt them or inspire them to follow his screwed up footsteps.

- He doesn't care about what people think unless he cares. Some schmuck sneering at him when he pops a mentats? That guy's issue. Nick's frown? Curie's wide-eyed fretting? The way Cait's face goes soft and her eyes crinkle in sympathy?

...that matters.

He starts using less.

MacCready:

- Extravert. He needs his space, but hates being alone. Not having a support to fall back on is terrifying. The most anxious he'd ever been since Lucy died was his time alone in the Commonwealth. Sure, he had people, but not...not people of his own. Not a family. Leaving his boy was hard and being alone just as. Was often nauseous and prone to headaches until the SoSu.

- Hates the acknowledgement of intimate body parts in public. Hancock and Cait went on a tirade of sex jokes and he was just as, if not more, squeamish as the other prudes. While exploring a vault, a sex ed video came on the projector and he was red as a tomato for hours. It didn't help that he was standing in front of it and...well. You know what happens when you stand in front of projectors.

Goes all blushy when more adult talk comes up. Apparently Danse didn't know what m*sturbation was and that moment in that room nearly had him crawling out of his skin.

Nick:

- Has a little switch in his brain that decides if he's capable of math. One day he'll be a walking calculator, another he'll forget that 7 is more than 6. He was a weird math student. Did all the reading and none of the work, aced the tests. You put him under pressure and he'll crank out the craziest equations, but you ask him to multiply two 4 digit numbers and you can see a little blue swirl in his eye before he sighs and goes to fetch scratch paper. Being a good tester doesn't mean he's not a born theater kid.

- Coat pockets are portals to other dimensions. Has everything you need. Bobby pins? Check. Ammo? Check. Food rations? Clean water? Smokes? Check. A small statue of Cappy? A page from a magazine that was never released due to a MLM scam in the publishing company? Half a pair of sunglasses?

Sometimes puts random garbage in his pockets just to screw with Ellie. Other times, genuinely doesn't know where things come from. Once found a yao gui claw in his chest pocket. It's a good luck charm, but he never picked it up and no one could have slipped it in. Jokes about the coat being haunted, but only half joking.

Piper:

- Opposite to Nick, things go missing in her coat. Nick calls it "the washer" for some reason. She'll drop a pen in a pocket and never see it again. Double checks the pockets for holes and splits before heading out. Still loses things. Once lost a whole pistol.

But more interestingly. She lost a purple gel pen.

Week later, Nick pulls a purple gel pen out of his pocket.

Has a corkboard for the theories about the connection.

- Makes an amazing stew of yao gui, carrots, potatoes, stingwing honey, and various herbs. Its a family recipe that just isn't a normal stew, there's something different about it. When asked, will joke that it's human meat. Very few people realize she's joking. Either way, it has a flavor that sets it apart from other stews.

The secret?

There's a mutated form of garlic in the southeast part of the Commonwealth.

Only her family knows where it grows and what it looks like.

Preston:

- Not so much of a night owl as much as he just...doesn't have a steady circadian rhythm. You can find him in the kitchen at 1 pm asleep on the counter in the middle or awake at 1 am making a 3 tiered cake. Doesn't have an alarm clock. His sleeping pattern bothers even the poorest sleepers. Danse is visibly upset when he describes his schedule.

- His history of partners, both romantic and purely sexual, is crazy. He has the most interesting and horrifying stories. One girlfriend was convinced she was the reincarnated Mistress of Mystery. A boyfriend cheated on him with his step grandmother. He was once involved in a multi-person break up because apparently his boyfriend was in a poly relationship that went south on all fronts due to a chem deal's profits going missing as they were about to split the caps.

Don't ask about Marge.

Marge was...probably something he imagined during a fever.

X6:

- His pantries and fridge have nothing but junk food. He likes vegetables and fruit, but they take up valuable sugar space.

Once ate a giant, 200+ year expired cheesecake and puked for an hour. When Nick found out, popped a fuse. X was out of commission for...so long. Turns out he's lactose intolerant.

- Has been flirted with so many times. Each time, turned pink and lost all control of his words. He becomes a stuttering, cherry-cheeked mess at romantic interest. Not because he reciprocates, he just wasn't trained for it. There is no protocol for "Wanna come back to my place?"

Someone kissed his cheek and he actually ran and jumped out of a window to escape. Hancock has it on video and sometimes watches it to produce serotonin.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #nick valentine #robert joseph maccready #gangpost

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thatskepticalbitchcara · 3 years ago

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Same anon. I fully agree with both of you. I’m sure they dated. The whole PR thing is kinda ridiculous to me. Used for PR? Sure. Fully PR? Nah.

I’m sure even back in March/April they had something but I doubt either of them considered it dating at that point. I think both of them knew they’d be busy so they didn’t pursue anything serious, then she dated Conor Kennedy. Then in September/October (probably because of Ed) they actually gave it a go. And to further what you say, I think Taylor was half searching for a big love story so she projected it onto every boy she even briefly dated and half wanted the attention that came with it. Then fully regretted it when it backfired (which is a symptom of the misogynistic treatment women that dare to play the field even a little bit face). Harry for his part, I think is a hopeless romantic and always romanticized his relationships even when he (or his partner) wasn’t feeling it. You could tell he wasn’t the slightest bit affected after they broke up. I don’t think he actually fell in love fully until Camille. He was GONE for her. And now he seems gone for Olivia as well. But he’s a grown man now, he was a child with Taylor.

Haylor as a pairing is only this big because of their individual celebrities. Not only do they appear to very similar (young skewing) demographics, but also Harry exploded in a way no one could foresee, and Taylor is one of the biggest celebs in the world. The “love story” was not worth all the fuss people make.

agreed! i’m pretty torn on whether i think it was fully just for PR or not lol but i mostly am on the same page as you. i genuinely don’t think they had anything deep. it may have either been that they were introduced to each other bc their teams wanted them to date and they got along well enough to actually give it a try and taylor just got too invested. orrrrr they were casually dating and probably still hooking up with other people at the same time but then had to find a way to spin it into some great love story which… worked 😭

and you’re so right. haylor is only what it is bc of how big they are individually. i have a hard time believing anyone who was actually around for it or is older than 17 and looked into it in detail would buy the bullshit they were selling. most of it doesn’t add up and harry’s team kept denying the claims taylors team was putting out

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hereformcdonaldshonestly · 4 years ago

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Hi! I’m here to request a romantic matchup if you’re not too troubled. I’m Viet, she/her, and I’m looking for a male(student) matchup. I’m a Capricorn sun(though I feel like Leo Rising reflects me better) and an ESFJ!

The first thing people tend to notice about me is that I am a hopeless romantic. I’m confident, optimistic, and perceptive. This theme is emphasized by the fact that I go about my daily life dressed like a walking Valentine’s Day card. I usually go for a femme lovecore aesthetic. If you want songs to go off of, Dean Martin’s Everybody Loves Somebody & Mitski’s Pink in the Night.

Negatively, I don’t think I have the emotional capacity to talk about any non-positive emotions. I also never learned how to swim.

In my free time, I keep up with the news, volunteer in my community, and help my friends build ikea furniture. I want to be someone other people can rely on. My main love languages are acts of service and words of affirmation. I’m a huge nerd about love in general. I love reading Mahmoud Darwish’s poems. Sometimes I feel like I come off as pretentious about art and literature.

For my partner, I find that I pair better with introverts, I’m an overwhelmingly out of balance person and I need someone to tell me to stop sometimes. Other than that, I’d really like someone who remembers things. I’m always so used to being the one who takes into account every detail, that’s just a guideline, but I trust your intuition and whatever you chose.

Congratulations on 100! I can’t wait to see more of your work to come 💗

Thank you! For you I chose:

Shoto Todoroki!

Reason

I feel that you two would pair greatly! Since you wanted someone introverted, but he still would take in every detail and balance you out. He's also very chilled out and will help you calm down if you need him to.

Why They Love You

He loves how you're a hopeless romantic. While he isn't super lovey-dovey, he loves that you are sweet, optimistic, and how you're very kind in many ways.

Date Headcanons

Since he knows you can't swim, he would try to help you ice skate! He would go to a random lake and turn it into ice so you don't have to worry about swimming, but he can still use his ice quirk!

He would read poems with you! He would even try to write a poem for you, while it may not be great, at least he tried. You always talk about your favorite authors, writing, and literature in general, he takes in every detail. He even will buy you some of Mahmoud Darwish’s poems because he knows you love them!

General Headcanons

He helps you anytime you volunteer with your community. Anytime you mention the idea, he automatically asks when and where, so he can join. He even will suggest doing stuff around the community!

Shoto always tries to make sure you have a good day, whether he brings you coffee, tea, or a drink of your choice, even down to bringing you your favorite food. He always encourages you and will tell you how proud he is of you.

Songs That Remind Me of You Both

Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars

Perfect by Ed Sheeran

I hope you have a great day!

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bittysvalentines · 5 years ago

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Are you partners?

From: @redneterp

For: @jeanjacketbittle

I hope this little story of these giant boys brings you joy!

Rating: T | Pairing: Ransom/Holster| Content warning: injury

When Holster is injured during a hockey game, Ransom is by his side every step of the way (literally), and realizes he has Feelings for his bro. Will those feelings be reciprocated? Will Holster be able to return to the ice? Read on to see how the original D-men Best Bros navigate these unexpected questions.

Friday Feb 12th 2016.

Samwell vs Harvard.

Four minutes remaining in the third period with the game tied 2-2.

Ransom put on a burst of speed to pressure Harvard’s right winger towards the boards, but at the last moment the guy dumped the puck behind the net. Still marking his man, Ransom spun just in time to see Holster rushing back for the loose puck. There was a flurry of sticks and limbs, and then somehow Holster was down and sliding towards the goal at great speed. Fuck, did that asshole right winger trip Holzy? Wait, did he hit the post? Shit, he’s not getting up.

Somewhere in the confusion, Chowder managed to get a glove on the puck on the far side of the crease, and the ref whistled the stoppage in play. Abandoning his mark, Ransom rushed to the goal, dropping to one knee at Holster’s side.

“Holtzy? Bro, are you ok?”

Holster was curled up on his side, stick abandoned, nearly in a fetal position with his right skate still within the goal. He groaned as he turned to face Ransom, his face a ghostly shade of white under the arena lights. “Uggh, fuck, my knee,” he moaned, clutching the joint with his still-gloved hands.

“Shit, did you go knee-first into the post?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“Fuck… Can you move it?” Ransom asked.

Holster tried, shifting his skate an inch or two on the ice, with a wince of pain. “Not really.”

By then the trainers had arrived, sliding across the ice on their shoes, confirmed that Holster hadn’t injured his head or spine, and gave permission for him to try and get up. Holster slowly got up, bracing himself on Ransom, but wasn’t able to put weight on that right leg. He balanced on his left, arms wrapped around Ransom and Whiskey’s shoulders as they carefully skated him over to the bench, where the trainers took over helping him down the hallway. Ransom was tempted to follow him, but a raised eyebrow from Coach Hall reminded him there was still a game to play. While he’d been occupied the ref had sent the asshole winger off with a major for hooking, and Samwell’s power play lines were about to hit the ice.

Moments later, the final buzzer sounded. Bitty had scored on the power play off an assist from Ransom, handing Samwell the victory. Their celebration, however, was muted out of concern for their teammate. As soon as the handshakes were over, Ransom made a beeline for the dressing room, where he tugged off his skates before rushing to the trainers’ room still wearing the rest of his gear. He arrived to find Holster sitting on the bed, stripped down to his UnderArmor with icepacks on his knee, which was visibly swollen. He grabbed Holster’s shoulders in a hug, careful not to jostle his leg. As he was checking in with his bro, Chowder arrived sans leg pads and skates, radiating concern and apologizing on behalf of the goal.

“Wait,” Ransom interjected. “C, you’re not responsible for the goalpost being where it’s always been, blame this on the fucker who tripped him.”

“Yeah, C, you may be one with the posts during the game, but this was 100% not your fault, bro,” Holster confirmed.

“Ok,” Chowder eventually agreed, “but anything I can do to help you, anything at all, you just say the word.”

And with that, trainer Sara shoo-ed them out, sending the back to the dressing room to shower and change with promises they could return after she’d finished examining Holster’s knee.

_X_

Two and a half hours later, Holster slowly made his way up the Haus’ staircase. One arm was slung around Ransom’s shoulder as he half-lifted Holster up the stairs, and Chowder followed one step behind, one hand on Holster’s back for balance. A trip to the small local hospital allowed for X-rays that had shown no fractures, so the team doctor had arranged for an MRI in the city the next day.

Once they reached the first floor landing they paused for rest and the bathroom (“Bro, once we’re in the attic we’re not coming all the way back down for you to brush your giant teeth, do it now.”), before continuing their awkward hop-shuffle up to the attic. With Holster safely perched on the lower bunk, Chowder ran back downstairs promising to get some of Bitty’s after-game peanut butter cookies for Holster as Ransom helped him tug off his tracksuit and prop his leg on a pillow. He tried to be as gentle as he could, but Holster still winced with the movement.

Shortly thereafter, cookies eaten and contacts out, Holster decided to call it a night, and Ransom helped him settle back on the bed. Once the pillows supporting the injured knee were arranged to his liking he turned to go, but was stopped by Holster’s hand grabbing his wrist.

“Stay?” Holster asked.

“Sure, if that’s what you want bro, let me just get the lights,” Ransom replied, doing so before carefully settling on his side beside Holster, whose injured knee was safely up against the wall.

They laid there for several moments, quietly breathing in the dark, before Holster finally spoke in an uncharacteristic near-whisper. “What if this is it? What if I blew my ACL, and I’m out for the rest of the season? This is our senior year, so what if this is it for me, no more hockey? I’m not ready for it to be over, I thought we still had another month at least, then the playoffs.”

Ransom couldn’t deny that similar thoughts had been racing through his anxious brain. He knew enough not to belittle his bro; knee injuries were the bane of hockey players’ careers. Taking a deep breath, he put his hand on Holster’s arm and tried to make his voice as reassuring as possible as he answered. “No matter what, I’ll be here with you, bro, we’ll figure it out together.”

“Thanks, dude,” Holster whispered before drifting off to sleep with an assist from the pain meds he’d received from the doc.

Ransom laid awake much longer, realizing that what he’d said was the absolute truth. Holster was the most important person in his life. As he laid there, tucked in next to him on a too-small bunk bed, he finally asked himself what Holster meant to him. He allowed himself to think of their past and future, and finally admitted to himself that his feelings could be romantic love, not just best-bro-love. The realization brought peace to his mind, and he followed Holster into sleep imagining a future together.

_X_

The next morning, Matt the trainer arrived bright and early to drive Holster to the city for his MRI, and was unsurprised that Ransom planned to join them. The Saturday morning traffic was light, and they made it to the hospital with time to spare. Holster’s knee was still sore, and he didn’t protest being directed into a wheelchair for Ransom to push him through the maze of hallways to diagnostic imaging. Registration completed, the clerk directed them to the changing room. “Are you Adam’s partner?” he asked.

Ransom confirmed that he was, and was allowed to stay. Squeezed into the tiny changing room outside the imaging suite, Ransom helped Holster into a hospital gown that was way too short for his giant d-man self, barely reaching his mid thighs. After removing the tensor bandages to reveal the knee that was still giant and red, they sat to wait again.

“You know,” Holster began, “I think they were asking if you were my partner-partner, not my D-partner.”

Ransom looked into Holster’s eyes. Time for full honesty. “I’d be your partner in every way, if you’d have me.”

“Really?” Holster asked, eyes wide.

“Yeah.”

Before Holster could reply, a technician stepped into the hallway. “Adam Birkholtz? Time to come on in,” she said as she propped open the door so he could wheel himself through. “You can wait back out in the waiting room,” she instructed Ransom, “it’ll take a while.”

Forty-five minutes.

That’s how long Ransom sat in the waiting room as Holster’s knee was being imaged, worrying alternately about what the MRI would find, and what Holster thought of his declaration of feelings. He wanted to pace, but kept himself in the seat next to Matt, knee jiggling. Had he really ruined everything with his bro? He hoped not, but …

Finally, Holster emerged from the back, still in the hospital gown but with a blanket over his lap. Matt directed them through the hospital to a clinic room where the knee specialist would see them. As they walked, Matt explained how the Samwell team doc had sweet-talked the radiologist and the orthopedic surgeon into be available on the weekend to urgently read the MRI and examine Holster, respectively. Once in the room Holster made it onto the small exam bed with a bit of help, leg stretched out in front of him, Ransom standing at his side. Matt stood at the doorway, keeping an eye out for Dr Wong, so Holster spoke quietly.

“Hey Justin?” he asked, reaching out his hand to softly touch Ransom’s hand. “I’d have you. I mean, I want that.”

“Partners?” Ransom asked.

“Partners. Dating. Whatever, so long as it’s with you.”

“Sap,” Ransom said, but still slid his hand to intertwine their fingers.

Minutes later, Dr Wong bustled into the room, followed by an exhausted-looking resident. After asking a few questions, they thoroughly examined Holster’s knee, poking, bending and twisting it as he grimaced and squeezed Ransom’s hand.

“Ok, I think we have good news for you, Adam. I’ve reviewed your MRI with Dr Chadra, and both the MRI and our exam now don’t show any evidence of a ligament injury. It seems you sustained a direct force to the front of the joint, and while your gear protected the patella from fracture, the impact was enough to cause bleeding within the bursa in front of the patella,” he explained, pulling up diagrams on his phone to demonstrate. “With the basics - ice, anti-inflammatories and rehab - I think you could be back on the ice in 2-3 weeks. Although that means you’ll be back in time to face off against my alma mater, BC, so maybe I should make you wait another week?” he finished with a laugh.

And with that, after a few specific instructions from the doc to Matt about the rehab plan and follow-up appointments, they were free to go.

Ransom and Holster settled on a bench outside the entranceway as they waited for Matt who’d run to get the car. It was nearing noon, and the sun was out, a warm enough day for boys from Toronto and Buffalo to sit outdoors. As they waited, leaning together shoulder-to-shoulder, they chatted about the remainder of the season, and the chance that Holster could be back in time for the ECAC tournament playoffs. As they discussed the logistics of getting around campus on crutches, Ransom pulled out his phone to confirm Holster’s schedule and his eye caught on the date.

“Bro, tomorrow’s Valentines day. I should ... can I take you on a date? I’ll need to get back to you on the details, once I figure out where I can take you while on crutches, that hasn’t been reserved for weeks.”

“Such a romantic sap. Yes, you can take me anywhere, anytime,” Holster said with an atrocious waggle of his giant eyebrows.

“Dork.”

“And yet you still want to date me.”

“I do,” Ransom confirmed.

“Well good, because I want to date you too. In fact, I think this is the perfect moment for a first kiss, don’t you?”

“Are you seriously imagining our lives as one of your romcoms right now?”

“Stop fighting it and kiss me, bro,” Holster insisted, leaning even closer.

And so Ransom did just that. Tilting his head to avoid Holster’s glasses, he pressed his lips to Holster’s in a soft kiss, before pulling back to see the giant grin on Holster’s face that surely matched his own. Leaning in again, his hand came up to Holster’s face, fingertips brushing against the day-old stubble he found there as he deepened the kiss.

The moment (and it really was an epic, screen-worthy, moment, Ransom had to admit) was interrupted by a brief toot of a horn. Matt had arrived with his car. Once the passenger seat was pushed forward as far as it would go, Holster slowly slid into the backseat, leg partially-extended in front of him. Ransom jogged around the car to slide into the backseat next to him, pressed up close against his best bro-now-date, fingers intertwined.

Ransom was a planner, and this wasn’t at all in his plans when he woke up the day prior, but he realized there was nowhere else he’d rather be. He was with his favourite person, and they’d figure it all out -- Valentines, hockey, romance, life after Samwell -- together.

#holsterransom #bv2020 #bitty's valentines #omg check please!

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thankyougotham · 5 years ago

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Here’s an article that Film Daily wrote about Nygmobblepot. If you’d like to see them write articles about other relationships, you can contact them on Twitter and make a request. They’ve been very supportive of Gotham in general, so follow them if you’re on Twitter.

“Gotham is an innovative show based on DC Comics characters and produced by Warner Bros. The Batman origin narrative helped us rapt viewers understand how our favorite heroes (Batman) and villains (The Joker, Penguin) came to be. It also cast a light on just how Gotham City became the wretched crime-filled cesspool we all know & love.

As the fandom knows, we’re so behind the mission to Save Gothamthat it hurts, but today we’ve decided to take a break from all the activism and talk about love. Here’s why we and the Gotham fandom ship hard for Nygmobblepot, and why these fantastic felons are anyone’s perfect gateway into Gotham for people on the fence about the show.”

Sample Quotes from fans:

Mr. Millicent Cordelia

Both Ed & Oswald were transformed by love. They made sacrifices for each other & always ended up back together. They deserve, and the fans deserve to see this relationship respected as a romance on a server that understands it’s the 21st century.

Merc

Honestly because they’re both idiots and they really deserve each other.

Zoe Tomorrow

They’re two individuals who’ve spent their lives mistreated and misunderstood. They are the only ones who accept one another wholeheartedly. Together they’ve learned about trust, sacrifice, forgiveness, and love. And no matter what they always find a way back to each other.

#PenguinSpinOff

Excellent chemistry between them, and a fun, fresh take on these old, iconic characters. They’re like peanut butter and jelly: fine on their own, but especially delightful together.

Rachel

For one, they “really are meant for each other”! They’ve been through so much and have hurt each other so many times but they’ve managed to overcome it. They have a strong bond, would do anything for each other, and somehow they always come back together!

𝕫𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒

These two men grew up misunderstood and overlooked, and learned to use that to grow. they have risen together, and make an excellent team. they have both admitted to being stronger together, and their fates always become intertwined. they’re destined to be together.

Angela

While I’m not the biggest shipper of Nygmobblepot, I do care for their happiness and for the fans who do ship them. My ship is Batcat. They are best friends as kids & love each other deeply. They always want to protect each other. They are family.

LongLiveGotham #Gotham | #SaveGotham

Nygmobblepot has a long, complex history that reveals both the best and worst of these 2 characters. They have grown and learned much from the relationship. They deserve to be on a server that allows them the freedom to be a romantic couple.

Jenny i love my girlfriend

they are two men who have been abused and undermined their entire lives, but see each other as equals. they have certainly had their ups and down, but they always come back, better and stronger than ever. they understand each other more than anyone else ever has.

(not to mention how groundbreaking it would be to have two characters who have been historically heterosexual be in a romantic relationship)

Hale | 45 Days Till Neo

I’m down for anything with dear Oswald- his chaotic energy is a joy to watch, especially when it’s messing with other character such as Edward and Jim.

Scheming Minor

I am going to say something different in lieu of semantics. Technically in a sense when you get to the details they really are one of the few villain pairings portrayed in a “healthy” relationship in the Batman fandom. They progress, accept and move on; never stagnating. I included the healthy relationship chart to prove a point. Each one of those slices can be seen over the course of Riddler and Penguin’s relationship in Gotham– more so when we reach season 5. Their entire journey is about respect. Adding one more thing – Riddler has traditionally been coded as queer and flits with tentative bisexuality, meanwhile Penguin is known as a womanizer but has rare moments of ’what if’ regarding men. Gothamis one of the few Batman shows that follows through with M/M content.

kebu loves Oswald

They are both extreme individuals, but they fit together perfectly. Both are complex characters that went through life unaccepted by everyone which shaped their desire for more and their paths to becoming supervillains, so when they met it was the first time they found their equal and were accepted by someone. Their paths have been intertwined ever since, and whether they’re together or at odds, they’re always the most significant person in each other’s lives. But even though they ended up appearing together, we didn’t actually see them get “officially” together. Their story has yet to come to a close.

Riz || Professional Mr.Penn promoter

A very complex relationship that cannot be concluded in a spawn of a cut off season like it was. They have had a long journey and a perhaps even longer one before them. Their lowest and best have been shared together and they’re the one person who understand the other fully.

M/M relationships in media and tvshows especially is a rare breed. Even more is the concept of the big chance to make two comic characters and made an entirely new spin on them by being brave enough to make them queer, Oswald perhaps within the asexual spectrum at that. Ed as a tormented, abused soul who struggles with his own identiy and perhaps sexuality.

There is really so much to say, which is exactly why there need to be more to tell the rest of the story.

Vero

While Ed fights with the dichotomy within himself, he’s always felt the most whole when he’s been all-encompassed by Oswald’s world and care. Oswald found compassion and acceptance for all the parts that Ed thought were not loved. They are twin souls that deserve a longer story.There’s always been a complexity to both of them, and they understand the extremes that have made them into the people they are. There is no desire to change the other, only bring out the best in one another and a comfort shared that’s so important.

madi

I feel as though they have stories that extend beyond what Gothamwas able to show through their 5 seasons. Especially with the 5th season being half of its normal length. They mean so much to me, and so many others, and I would love to see even more of them (1/2)

(2/2) and to be able to see Gotham’s depiction of Ed’s backstory, an explanation for the whole Isabella fiasco (like how is she even possible) and a plot line where Ed saves Oswald. We haven’t had any of those since s2/early s3 and I need that in my life. I miss them so much.

Evan

Not only off the charts chemistry, but near similar backgrounds also. Both Ed & Oswald were abandoned by their parents, and had to fight the world their whole lives. Then brought them together and they’ve been unstoppable ever since.

Suzy Dakroub

Because they have the best character development and bond I’ve ever seen on a show! They both truly have no one but eachother. For villains where it’s rare to see compassion and love, these two have it for each other and it’s so wholesome and sweet.

Frothy

it’s the first LGBT representation in such a major franchise on TV! it was taken from us once, twice, but there won’t be a third. i will produce season 6 in my basement with tze and my best friend if i must

Warrior_Of_Loyalty

REPRESENTATION!!! Seriously, there’s nothing quite like it. Oswald and Edward deserve a wedding and a musical episode to go with it. Because, if Arthur’s teacher can get married on TV why not The Penguin and The Riddler!? Please!! Make it happen!

𝕻𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖚��𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 ||

Because they are two characters who have been physically and emotionally abused most of their lives, and even after all of their hardships and turmoil, found love and trust and safety in one another

Azura Lynn Paulin

Because they never got to become a real couple on screen and they deserve to have that chance at happiness

MamaDev

Their chemistry, specifically between Robin Lord Taylor & Cory Michael Smith, is incredibly entertaining and heart warming to watch. It makes my whole day, of not, week better when I see them interacting on screen. FOX did not do them justice by keeping them in the closet.

Queen C

Because their story is FAR from over. Cory and Robin’s skills and chemistry shouldn’t be squandered. We had 5 years of their story buildup and got crapped on in the final episode, and I deserve my #BisexualRiddler!!!

Bandi [Gotham/Good Omens Spoilers] #SaveGotham

Nygmobblepot truly is such an interesting ship. As singular characters they are great, but together, they shine. They’re complex, damaged characters and take comfort in each other. Their journey is a long, painful one, but they deserve and compliment each other. It makes sense.

Anders

They are truly self confident with each other, anything becomes possible. They don’t need any cane.

They have each other.

Mae

they just have such strong chemistry and are so much better together than apart. their relationship constantly evolved throughout Gotham, becoming the main driving force for their individual developments too and… they were just made for each other okay

Tam Loves Kris @ Resting in Home

I see a lot of myself and my partner@MisterPenguinin the#Nygmobblepotship and I feel that their relationship is very well developed with lots of ups and downs and it’s fate that they are both meant for each other.

Kat Shade

With all of the characters that had amazing chemistry on Gotham, the main three had to be nygmobblepot, wayleska, and babitha. Nygmobblepot have been through so much together, and besides how revolutionary and amazing it would be for a show based on two previously heterosexual characters in a homosexual relationship, they simply work amazingly together.

#Gotham #nygmobblepot #Film Daily

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heymeowmao · 5 years ago

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[Full] E4 _ Our Songs

[Translations I left in the comments under the cut.]

[Na Ying x Xiao Zhan]

3:13 NY: I still don’t know you very well, so I want to have a chat. XZ: Ok. Male. 28 years old. NY: You’re 28? XZ: Yyp 28 already. You can’t tell by looking? NY: /nods/ /oops!/ No. You’re so young! XZ: Really? NY: Yeah! Young! What’s your (chinese zodiac) sign? XZ: I’m a sheep! NY: !! Me too! Old sheep and young sheep. Hey~ Seems like we have some destiny. XZ: That’s great. NY: I’m also curious about one thing. Which is- when your fans give you food/snacks and you have extra, can you share with me? We can exchange. XZ: Okay~ NY: I think your fans are really cute. XZ: Yes, they are very pure NY: You know, they take you as a role-model. And you take us (mentors) as your role-models. XZ: Of course. NY: I’m really proud of this. XZ: What’s so interesting and meaningful about this program is- inheritance. That is- what’s passed down between you mentors and us. I really want to learn from you, Na-jie. NY: You sure can use your words! XZ: REALLY! (I’m being sincere) NY: Where are you from? XZ: Chongqing. NY: People from Chongqing are a little like those from Dongbei. XZ: Yeah? A more straightforward personality. NY: What do you usually like to eat? XZ: Sichuan food. NY: When I was younger I really liked to eat Mala Hotpot XZ: Mala Hotpot? Na-jie you like to eat spicy things? NY: I really like it. Before, I would eat it SO many times in one month. 7-8, 10 or more. XZ: ! Na-jie! I know why you like to eat spicy things. NY: ? Why? XZ: Because your surname is “Na” (Na = La | BAD JOKE) NY: LOL. What are you saying?

4:50 NY: Let’s make our name now, yeah? XZ: Ok! NY: Xiao Zhan… and Na Ying… XZ: Làjiāo (Chili pepper) NY: Làjiāo Zhan! No, that’s not right… XZ: Na-Zhan jiāo! NY: Na-Zhan! XZ: Na-Zhan? NY: Team Na-Zhan!

5:38 NY: Here’s the situation. Since we became partnered, at no point were we ever practicing together (at the same time, with each other). We always communicated through phone, or WeChat- every day, every minute and second. As long as he has some time between filming, we would practice the songs. Even today, before filming, he finally got to take some time off and we got to practice on stage together. This is the result of our one week partnership. What made me really happy was that he put in painstaking effort and lots of hard work, and I was really surprised. MC: If you had such little time together, than today, against your competitors, Na-jie do you think you have a chance? NY: I feel like in Zhan Zhan’s eyes, he’s full of confidence. XZ: She’s always right!

–

[Tanya x Ayanga]

7:49 T: I think just based on appearances that we look very introverted, but actually on the inside we often act like we have a screw loose NY: Cute, cute. T: Right? Na-jie, you know I am very cute, right?! NY: Very cute. MC: Ayanga, are you actually a person with a screw loose? A: Maybe, not just one. T: He has quite a few. A few loose screws. A: When I’m wearing a suit, I’d say I act more human. But really I’m just a big kid. I like to joke around and play.

–

[Zhou Huajian x Jiang Yiqiao]

8:36 NY: Huajian-ge looks like her dad!

8:44 MC: Your team name is…? ZHJ: Right… we initially, naturally wanted to take a character from each of our names, and came up with “Hua-Qiao (华侨)” [t/n: “overseas Chinese” (a person who emigrated but retains their Chinese nationality)]… and then we started with our surnames and came up with “Zhou-Jiang” (周蒋) –> “ Jiù Zhèyàng ” (就这样) [”that’s just how it is].. and then we thought we could be a little more elegant than that so we came up with: “Yi-Jian” with the meaning of “the first sword under the heavens”. But we want to be modest so, “Yī Jiàn Qīng Xīn” (一见倾心) [”Love at first sight”]. It’s a little more romantic. MC: Do you think in this first round you have a chance to seal it with one strike (一剑封喉)? ZHJ: Let’s do our best, then. JYQ: Ok. I’ll listen to you. ZHJ: I’ve already got two arrows to the heart (两箭就穿心)

[t/n: lots of wordplay with ZHJ’s “Jian”]

–

[Huang Kaiqin x Li Ziting]

10:00 MC: I just need to let everyone know that this group is very special. Because in the previous episode this is the team that just HAD TO BE TOGETHER. HKQ: When I was talking to her I found that she is a very smart girl. Her language skills are really very good. LZT: Thank you HKQ: English, Thai, Mandarin.. she can even speak Cantonese now! Skilled! LZT: I have to know it MC: You have to know it, because you paired up with this teacher, yes? LZT: Right, right. MC: And what is your team name? HKQ: UFO… LZT: Rocket… HKQ/LZT: Co-Ed Group MC: Oh my! You’re already a group! HKQ: She is from a very skilled girl group LZT: Rocket Girls 101 HKQ: Right! So if I wanted to pair with her I wanted to be on her level, so I chose “UFO.” No one can compare with our collaboration. We didn’t discuss what to wear, but look- T/A: We didn’t… NY/XZ: We didn’t either! T/A: We didn’t. But we look so coordinated! LZT: … Let’s just say everyone is coordinated!! ZHJ/JYQ: ….

MC: You’re the fourth group to take the stage. Seeing the other three, I want to ask LZT if she’s feeling any pressure? LZT: I.. I’m good as long as I don’t forget the lyrics. So I- MC: Wait! Can I see your hand? What does “forget the lyrics” mean? What’s on your hand?? HKQ: There’s something.. LZT: A little secret~ MC: Oh, a secret? Ok! Then we’ll see what your little secret is later~ :)

–

13:15 MC: Na-jie. XZ picked your song, right? NY: Yes! Not only did he pick my song, he also picked number 1 (the first to sing) XZ: /hides/ MC: XZ, are you nervous? XZ: /nervous laughter/ XZ: OMG. The pressure’s as big as a mountain. NY: I don’t really feel a lot of pressure. BC even though XZ is a very young idol, he has a very experienced grasp on the musical demands. He has all the technical qualifications.

Na Ying x Xiao Zhan - 爱上你等于爱上寂寞 (Loving You is Like Loving Loneliness)

21:04 MC: Na-jie, you must be really satisfied with XZ’s performance, right? NY: It’s just- unimaginable. MC: XZ, tell me the truth, were you nervous? XZ: At first I was, but then Na-jie started singing and I wasn’t nervous anymore. ZHJ: You two are really happy/satisfied, right? But we aren’t. NY/XZ: ?? ZHJ: If they sang like that, then they could have just picked out number 4. (BC they will beat the other three anyway XD) The pressure on us is too big. 21:41 MC: This song, “Loving You is Like Loving Loneliness” is the song XZ picked. XZ: Yes MC: So that means you’ve loved loneliness before? XZ: !! No, It’s just- I heard this song a long, long- MC: ?? A LONG, LONG time ago? What do you mean? XZ: No, no- Na-jie- I don’t mean that. It was- It was a song I heard my mom listen to, so that’s how I heard it first. This song- I thought the melody was very nice, and it made my heart hurt. I was thinking, Na-jie, what did you experience to have sung like that… NY: … /bows down to Na-jie/ NY: No, I understand too well. His mother played this song, so this is what he listened to while growing up. XZ: Oh, it’s not like that~ NY: It has to be! This song accompanied your growth. How hard was it on you? For your mother to have played such a song… XZ: LOL XZ: I really, really liked this song though. I thought that if I had the chance to sing it in the future I would really treasure it. But I didn’t think that I could actually sing it with Na-jie. MC: With the original singer. XZ: Yes. I’m suuppper content.

22:53 T: I’m not going to hide this from you. Sitting here watching that performance, I really felt like a small fan. Na-jie’s voice was the first Chinese female singer’s that I loved. NY: Please don’t say that T: Really! From the first time I loved your voice, to the first time I met and got to know you as a friend… and then- NY: When we made my album… T: I helped you make your album, and today I’m sitting here, and later I have to sing after you have sung- I- I don’t have the guts to sing anymore! What do I do?! NY: I think what’s beautiful about music is what we share. You have yours. Huajian-ge, his. Kaiqin, his. You each may have qualities (advantages) that I don’t, but through music- we all share.

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Tanya x Ayanga - 停格 (Stop-motion) x 巴黎圣母院 (Notre Dame of Paris)

30:47 ZHJ: Hey, next time can you all give us prior notice. I didn’t prepare anything that fancy. Did you? HKQ: If next time they sing something like this again, what are WE going to do? Sing Yue Opera? NY: You can sing the Yue Opera. HKQ: You can sing the Peking Opera. NY: I’ll go directly for the 二人转 (genre of song-and-dance duet popular in northeast China)

MC: Let’s ask Ayanga, since this is the first time doing this type of performance, and with Tanya- how did you feel onstage? A: I’ll be honest, I was still nervous. MC: There were quite a few moments when Tanya was singing she was desperately trying to make eye contact with you but you DIDN’T EVEN GLANCE AT HER T: Why didn’t you look at me? A: I was really afraid I’d mess up, bc we really didn’t have a lot of time to practice this song. T: Why?? A: I had a lot of pressure. We had to remember two songs- no, four songs. The French I’m okay with, but for Stop-Motion, sometimes I only had two lines. If I looked at her, I wouldn’t have been able to think of the lyrics anymore.

32:09 MC: Let me expose to you all.. earlier when T/A were preparing I saw NY/XZ making some movements, already practicing for their second song. | XZ: /hides/ MC: Were you really so afraid you wouldn’t pass the first round, you were practicing the second?? XZ: Just giving myself ample practice time MC: You can never have enough practice, right? XZ: Right NY: In terms of heart, I think XZ is really great.. But this second group.. that was an arrangement, right? A: Musical arrangement. NY: That adds points! MC: Let me tell you, with Ayanga, you’ll often encounter this type of surprise. NY: Then… let him go to another program (X’D) /LOL/ A: The other programs don’t want me! NY: You CAME from another program!

Round 1, Wave 1 Result: T/A WIN

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[Zhou Huajian x Jiang Yiqiao]

39:07 YQ: Teacher, I’ve found that you really like this song. You’ve picked it so many times now. ZHJ: I have YQ: Why is that? ZHJ: At the time I really didn’t know that I really am very suited towards composition and singing for wuxia dramas. This was the first song. Later I really met, in-person Jin Yong (Hong Kong’s most famous writer/novelist). He had absolutely NO IDEA who I was. LOL. But I explained to him and he knew that this was my song. And that was enough. So to me, this song is especially.. I don’t have the words for it. But older people like me really like to think back on the past. YQ: You can say it was an encounter with your idol. ZHJ: In terms of my growth, this was a really important song.

40:09 ZHJ: [Since YQ is having trouble] We thought of a very strange solution. YQ: He said, “Look at Na Ying.” I said, “What?” He said that no matter how nervous she may be, Na Ying is always smiling, always cool. So he said, think of her.

Zhou Huajian x Jiang Yiqiao - 刀剑如梦 (Sword as a Dream)

45:00 ZHJ: It should be that I just now harmed Yiqiao. YQ: No, no. ZHJ: No need to be polite. MC: What happened? ZHJ: There was one part I miscounted the beat. […] After I missed that beat, the end of the song was already messed up. So you all saw that last line, we were both stunned. ZHJ: I’m really so sorry. NY: I made a mistake earlier, too. You don’t know but I made a mistake earlier and I already covered it up. ZHJ: /YOU/ You’re smart, and didn’t bring it up NY: I’m not smart. It’s just that if I didn’t say anything, no one would be the wiser ZHJ: We prepared two songs. This one I missed the beat. For the next one, I plan to forget the lyrics NY: I’ve been singing “征服” (Conquer) for the past 30 years and I STILL can’t get it right ZHJ: We’ll probably have to sing our second song NY: Us too ZHJ: No problem, no problem

47:55 MC: Na-jie… /imitates her gesture from earlier, the “I’ll remember this” gesture when ZHJ picked T/A over her/ Your time has come. NY: … /LOL/ Don’t remind me of this. It’s like I really have it out for them MC: Look how obedient XZ is. He brought the headphones directly to you. NY: … YOU do it. XZ: ??? I CAN’T NY: Come on. Take them down. XZ: I can;t do it. Na-jie, I hand it to you. NY: This type of betrayal… I’m the best at it. Come on. /LZT and HKQ bickering over who has to do the deed/ NY: Come on. Teacher. Let the OLD ones do it. HKQ: The old ones… [NY raises the silver headphones, to vote for ZHJ. But she says she made a mistake and wants a do-over. ZHJ wins 10 points. Now counting on the audience votes to see the winner.]

Round 1, Wave 2 Result: T/A WIN

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[Huang Kaiqin x Li Ziting]

53:36 HKQ: I chose one of my own songs… Late Autumn! NY: This song accompanied me while growing up!

53:55 HKQ: Don’t tell me you have no clue what we just sang. LZT: … HKQ: This song is about sadness and separation, romantic and beautiful. When you hear the words “Late Autumn” you can already imagine the scene is falling leaves, red and yellow. It’s time for us to go our separate ways, but we are hesitant to leave. LZT: Ah.. ok. HKQ: The two of us standing together may seem like a father sending his daughter off to college. You stand here and don’t move. I’ll go buy you some oranges. This type of feeling. But we have to make it a little more romantic than that. LZT: When I was listening to him explain the meaning I was standing there like the embodiment of SADNESS. I couldn’t really hear what he was saying. HKQ: YOUR sadness is part sad, part rap and dancing. OUR sadness is /sighing, looking into the far distance/ like this.

Huang Kaiqin x Li Ziting - 晚秋 (Late Autumn)

59:54 MC: The last time you sang with HKQ, you had pinyin, but this time you don’t need it. HKQ: AND it’s Cantonese! LZT: I have to use my brain… and my hand :) LZT: When we were practicing, HKQ was very good to me. He translated every line, every word for me. So I was able to understand the meaning of the song. MC: Have you heard this song before? LZT: Honestly… no. So when we were practicing he also told me that if I didn’t have enough feelings of love (romantic), I could think of leaving my own family to study abroad, and use the feelings of familial love and separation. HKQ: A lot of songs, later on, should be about love…. /to ZT/ So you have to cultivate some feelings for me. XD

Round 1, Wave 3 Result: T/A WIN

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ROUND 2 START

Na Ying x Xiao Zhan - 綠光 (Green Light | Stefanie Sun)

1:05:07 MC: This is Stefanie Sun’s song. Do you like her a lot? XZ: I really like her, yes. MC: Then, do you like Stefanie Sun more or Na Ying more? NY: Be honest. I’ll still love you. XZ: Na-jie is my big sister and Stefanie Sun is… NY: ..your littler-big sister. MC: Relax, relax. Enjoy this stage, ok?

1:06:07 XZ: We made a new arrangement for this song, Green Light NY: That’s why I keep staring at the lyrics. NY: When the spotlight’s not on me, I won’t look at you. I need to stare at those lyrics. XZ: No problem~ NY: And then when the light comes back to me I’ll turn my head and look at you. XZ: Don’t worry Na-jie. When you look at me, I’ll look at you. NY: Stefanie Sun. I know her songs well but I dare not touch them. Because we each have our own flair. I really like the song but I never thought, never dared to sing it. Because this song- the rhythm is fast, XZ: And the lyrics are dense NY: We turned the rap part- that was originally in English into Chinese. The rhythm in Chinese in even more intense.

1:11:21 NY: I feel like we’re on an adventure. Singing all these years we’ve stuck ourselves into this niche, our voices are already used to a certain way and suddenly we have to change to a different path. For us, this is a little difficult. MC: The hardest part is walking off the path and doing something you’ve never done before. NY: I’m completely uncomfortable. Just standing there I was wondering what I would do about my lines. My tongue wouldn’t work right. MC: Now that you’ve finished singing are you comfortable? NY: NOW I am. There were parts I made mistakes, but when I saw XZ on stage I thought that we all should be more like him. You should try it. MC: I think this is a very inspirational song for XZ. Because the previous two songs were very immersive, you had to hold back. But the song just now was very expressive and open. NY: I always thought he sang very bitter and somber songs. THEN I discovered this kiddo is not bitter at all! NY: When we were rehearsing he was even more expressive! NY: He went crazy during rehearsal! That feeling, his dancing and body language all felt like bonding. If you ever hold a concert I think it’ll be amazing. XZ: Thank you, Na-jie.

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Zhou Huajian x Jiang Yiqiao - 一个人

1:19:31 ZHJ: Thank you, thank you. I’m still working on it. Coming onto this program I hope to properly learn from the younger generation. When I grow up I want to be like her (YQ).

Huang Kaiqin x Li Ziting - 芒种

1:24:20 HKQ: In my day, the choreography was different from nowadays. The type you can see Aunties on the street dancing. NY: Show us.

Round 2 Result: Second place - NY x XZ Third place - ZHJ x JYQ Fourth place - HKQ x LZT

#我們的歌 #Xiao Zhan #Ayanga #Li Ziting #Jiang Yiqiao #here i am waiting for Group A vs Group B #meowmao works #our song

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solange-lol · 6 years ago

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abc, 123, baby you and me

SolangeloWeek Day 5 - Age Regression/Kidfic

Words: 2517

Special thanks to Val aka @jayjay-graceless and Annie aka @bookplush for those absolutely genius names within their robot child

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There wasn’t ever anything for Nico di Angelo to look forward to in sex ed, especially in a public high school. He supposed they should be lucky to get any sort of education at all, but the 40 minute period every day was just another reference to their heteronormative society. If they had to learn about every single type of birth control, it would be nice to at least cover some sort of protection for same-sex couples. It’s not even like his sexuality or his relationship with Will was a secret.

Even the ‘study games’ were cruel. One game involved them putting post-its on their back with words either relating to male or female genitalia, and they had to guess what it was using ‘yes’ or ‘no’ questions. If it weren’t for Frank (bless him) choosing to savor his embarrassment and reminding him about it, Nico would have been walking around with ‘penis’ on his back for the rest of the day. (He still doesn’t think the rest of their friends forgive him for catching him before he walked out of the room).

However, there was always one unit that everyone always looked forward to near the end of the year: their parenthood unit. After years of trying (and failing) to reign the disaster of using eggs or sacks of flour as their ‘children’, the school implanted actual robotic babies into the system specifically for this unit. Their final grade of the semester was determined along a week of taking care of the robotic baby, which would track whether or not they mishandled the baby in a way that would upset an actual living, breathing child. The catch is it would be done in partnerships.

The moment their teacher announced it, Nico looked right at Will, who wiggled his eyebrows. Nico gave Will a quick nod in response. He noticed for a second that Piper and Annabeth were eyeing him warily before looking at each other in a mutual agreement about something, but he chose to ignore it. Of course he was going to choose Will for this project.

When their teacher finally called for their groups to get together, Will immediately moved to sit next to Nico. The two glanced around, seeing who else paired up. Some of them were obvious from known friendships, while others seemed to be a have-nobody-else-to-partner-with type situation. One of the most unfortunate situations was Frank Zhang, his sister’s boyfriend; Hazel was in the class under them, which left Frank to be paired with one of the Stoll brothers. Nico was lucky to be in a class with his boyfriend and a lot of his friends, otherwise, he probably would have ended up like that.

Annabeth and Piper had paired together, which was a surprise to Nico as both of their boyfriends were in the class. However, judging by the harmless death glares and teasing, Jason and Percy seemed to have turned this entire assignment into a competition against the girls. Nico just rolled his eyes at them; the overly dramatic bromance between both groups was too much for him at times.

Next to him, Will was already chattering excitedly.

“I’ve been coming up with names while she was talking,” he said, pulling a folder from his backpack. “I’m thinking something extravagant. Maybe Percival or Wulfric for a boy, and Celestia or Antoinette for a girl.” He glanced down the list again. “Oh! Wellington is also a good one! Or Febreeze-”

“We aren’t naming it,” Nico said, shutting the folder with a laugh. It was funny how everyone expected Nico to be more flamboyant as the fully gay one, but sometimes he felt like his bisexual boyfriend came right from playing Kurt Hummel in Glee.

Will pouted for a second before he continued. “My mom told me at the beginning of the year when we got the permission slip for this assignment that you would be able to stay whichever night to make it easier on us. Or I can stay at your house, whatever you want.” Nico just nodded along, a small smile forming on his face. Who knew a stupid sex ed assignment would be an excuse to spend all week with his boyfriend.

Will left to get their robot baby from the teacher, and Annabeth immediately slid into his place.

“I don’t think you should do this project with Will,” she said. Nico’s head immediately snapped up from the sheet of instructions, eyes narrowing.

“Give me one good reason.”

“Oh, I’ll give you multiple reasons. Do you know how much strain a baby will put on a marriage, much less a regular relationship? Especially when you're in high school. And have you ever spent more than a weekend with Will? It says you’re supposed to try and take care of the baby together as much as possible. You don’t know how long you can stand him for. Your patience is already going to be strained enough.”

Nico’s eyes shifted, avoiding her stormy gray ones staring him down. “None of those are good reasons,” he mumbled.

Annabeth sighed, finally letting her arms drop to the desk rather than in their crossed position. “Look, there’s a reason I’m not even doing it with Percy, and we’ve been dating for nearly two years-”

“Isn’t this supposed to be, like, the true test though?” He cut her off. “See if we could actually handle being around each other every day, or if we would be good with children?” He wouldn’t ever admit it, not even to himself yet, but Nico could honestly see himself spending the rest of his life with Will. (It was too terrifying to think about so usually he chose not to.)

“What you and Will have is good, Nico, I’m not denying that,” she pushed. “I just don’t want it to be ruined. Not when you’ve gotten this far.”

Nico sighed. He hated that she had a point. If he had an existential crisis surrounding his relationship with Will in the next week, he was blaming it entirely on her.

“I think you’d have to kill him to not do this project with me,” he said, rolling his eyes in an attempt to shake off his hesitance.

Before she could respond, Will came bounding back, and all the doubt Annabeth had planted in his mind was momentarily forgotten. Because even though it was obviously made out of plastic (and oh goodness, those eyes were terrifyingly empty) his heart melted a little bit at the sight of his boyfriend with a baby in his arms.

“Go get back to your own kid,” Nico said, shoving her out of the chair. She gave him the stink eye before returning to Piper; their baby had already started emitting a robotic cry somehow.

“Are you okay?” Will asked, and the gleeful tone in his voice before had disappeared. “Whatever she said to you seemed pretty upsetting.”

Nico smiled, and thankfully it didn’t feel fake. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

And just like that, regular old Will was back. “Great! Because I figured out the perfect name for her.” Nico raised an eyebrow at him, but he continued anyway. “Delphina Oregano Galavine,”

“Its initials are D-O-G. You named it Dog.” Nico stated.

“di Angelo-Solace,” Will added hastily.

“Nope, too late. I’m calling it Dog."

***

As it turns out, Dog (yes, Nico was seriously calling it that) wasn’t actually that difficult to take care of in school. They were given their babies that Friday morning and were required to take care of it up until Monday. All the teachers were aware of the project, so most of them went easy on their students.

He says most, as his history teacher thought it would be hilarious to give presentations that day. Thankfully, Will had taken Dog to his class, so Nico was allowed to present in peace, while others had to try and rely on their friends or anyone around them to watch their baby. Nothing like trying to present on American history while a couple teenagers tried to frantically silence any robotic crying.

It was the start of that weekend when the chaos of parenthood really started. Nico blames the whole thing on Will and his poor judgment, to be honest.

They had a plan to meet up at Will’s house on Saturday after Nico got off of work. Instead, Will showed up at Nico’s work. With the baby.

Will tried to play it off like he was just a casual shopper, browsing the aisles with a robotic baby in tow. Whatever effect it may have had on other shoppers, though, it did not have the same one on him. Nico’s cheeks were heating up as he approached his manager in the back.

“You have to kick him out,” Nico pleaded to Reyna.

“Why? He’s not doing anything wrong,” she seemed unfazed by the whole situation.

Nico gaped at her. “He’s holding a robotic child.”

“Your robotic child, might I remind you. And that’s not even the strangest thing we’ve seen here.” (That part was true; retail was wacky). “Besides, isn’t it like, kinda romantic that he came to visit you with your child?”

Nico glared at her, but she glared right back before instructing him to get back to work. He took that as an invitation to go over to Will. “What the hell are you doing here?” Nico hissed at him.

Will jumped, nearly dropping the baby in his arms. Nico was so thankful he didn’t; they were lucky it was sleeping right now. The only thing worse than this current situation was if the baby was fussy right now. (Although, that could get Will kicked out, which wouldn’t be all that bad).

“Oh, hey Nico!” he smiled. “I got bored just lying around at home, and I think she did too.” He hoisted the baby higher up in his arm so he had a better grip around her.

“But why did you bring it out in public?”

Will’s brow furrowed. “What, did you just expect to hide away at home for an entire weekend?”

“Yeah, kind of!” Nico gritted his teeth.

“Is that how you would treat a real child?”

“No, but-”

“So why would you treat this one any different?”

“Because that’s not a real child, Will!” He didn’t mean for it to come out as harsh as it did, but Will looked more angry than sad.

“Are you embarrassed to be with me?” he asked flatly, and Nico felt his heart break a little bit.

“No, I’m not embarrassed by you, Will. I could never be, even when you do something worth being embarrassed for. Nor would I be embarrassed to be with you with an actual child,” Will looked relieved at that, but Nico wasn’t finished. “I am embarrassed by that-” he pointed to the doll in Will’s arms. “-though. It freaks me out, and I think it’s freaking other people out.”

Will looked around like it was the first time he noticed that he was in a public setting with a robot baby in his arms. “Oh,” he said, glancing at a few confused shoppers as they passed. “I’ll just- I’m gonna go” he ducked his head as his cheeks heated up, and Nico felt bad for him.

“Hold on,” Nico grabbed his arm. “Just stay there for a second, I’m going to go ask Reyna for the rest of the afternoon off.”

***

If Nico remembered correctly, there was one benefit that came from being able to spend his weekend at Will’s house for this project. It was Sunday, though, and they had yet to take advantage of that benefit.

Dog was sleeping in the corner on the weird makeshift-bed of pillows Will had put together on top of his dresser. Will’s actual dog, a golden retriever named Sunny (Will had named her when he was 5), had been taken by Naomi to a vet appointment. His half-sister, Kayla, was out shopping with friends, and his half-brother, Austin, was at work. Which meant Will and Nico were home alone. With no distractions.

Currently, they were sitting across from each other on Will’s bed, studying for their upcoming math test. Nico knew he probably needed to actually work on his study guide (he hardly paid any attention in math anyway, after their teacher made the mistake of letting him and Will sit next to each other, that class was entirely them goofing off in the back) but instead he leaned over and kissed Will on the cheek. Will looked up from the problem he was working on for a second and gave Nico a quick kiss, before taking Nico’s hand with his free one and going back to work.

That wasn’t working for Nico, though, so he yanked on his hand, pulling the Will toward him. Thankfully, Will complied, dropping the textbook and paper on his lap in favor of leaning down to kiss Nico. He ended up pulling Nico down on top of him, so they were laying back on his bed.

Nico tore his lips away from Will’s and kissed along his jaw and down his neck as he pushed the flannel that Will was wearing off his shoulders. He sat up for a second, straddling Will’s hips as he tugged his shirt over his head as Will did the same with his own. He leaned back down, pressing his bare chest to Will’s as he went back to work on the skin around Will’s collarbone.

Will’s eyes rolled back, fluttering before shutting completely as he gasped and sighed before pulling Nico back up to kiss him on the lips once again.

Nico was about to reach for Will’s jeans when a robotic cry echoed throughout the room, causing both boys to groan in annoyance

“I’m gonna turn off that stupid thing,” Nico mumbled into Will’s neck.

“I wouldn’t argue with that.”

***

Nico and Will stood in front of a desk the next day, Dog laying quietly on top as their teacher clicked through her laptop

“Congrats, boys, you guys got an A-,” their teacher said before moving onto the next group. Will sighed in relief.

Immediately, he walked over to Piper and Annabeth’s table to gloat. “Suck it, Chase,” he grinned. “We were fantastic parents.”

“We still got a higher grade than you,” Annabeth pointed out. “But I have to say, I’m impressed. I don’t think I would have done that well with Percy. I guess you were right,” she sounded pained as she said it, and Nico gloated.

Walking back to his desk, Will was staring blankly at the baby.

“I think I’m gonna miss her,” he said.

Nico considered it for a second. “I think I’m going to miss having an excuse to sleep over at your house.”

“Yeah, about that. Apparently, you left a very visible mark on my neck, and Lou Ellen and I do not have the same skin tone,” Will said, then asked: “So, when do you want kids?”

Nico glared at him with no real anger behind his eyes, slapping him playfully on the arm. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, there.”

~~~

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buffintruder · 5 years ago

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001: FMA and 003: Aziraphale for the ask thingy! (I'm so proud of myself I actually spelled his name right on the first try lol)

Thanks for the ask!!

FMA

Favorite character:In most ways, Ling is probably my favorite character, but at least part of that is because of Greed? I also really love Izumi Curtis

Least Favorite character:Probably Kimblee

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):Greedling, Al/Mei, Ed/Winry, Winry/Paninya, Izumi/Sig,

Character I find most attractive:Not really any of them? Maybe because I’m ace, but most of the characters seem more or less the same amount of attractiveness in different ways

Character I would marry:Maybe Winry? She’s a wonderful nerd who I like seeing get excited about things, a great cook, and seems generally less prone to dramatics as a lot of other characters. Like she’s still dramatic, but I feel like it’s in far less stressful ways than most of the other characters I like

Character I would be best friends with:I’m not sure I have a lot of common interests with any of the characters, but I feel like Al would be a super cool guy to chill with

a random thought:What do you think happens to Yoki afterwards? He’s a pretty shady guy, and he doesn’t seem to have gone through a whole lot of obvious character development over the course of the anime. At the same time, he’s shown as risking himself to help others and wanting to be brave and useful on the Promised Day. Since Scar is no longer a fugitive, Yoki wouldn’t go back to following him around in the same way, but maybe he helps efforts to rebuild Ishval? Is that too much of a stretch for his character?

An unpopular opinion:You can’t convince me that Winry wasn’t supposed to be Wendy, and I honestly hate the way her name is spelled in the manga and anime and stuff

My Canon OTP:There’s not a lot of confirmed canon otps, so maybe Izumi and Sig? I enjoy seeing their relationship, though I wouldn’t necessarily seek out fanwork of them (honestly, maybe i should though. They’re both very cool)

My Non-canon OTP:I’m going to say Greedling, but I do ship it more platonically than romantically

Most Badass Character:All of them???? They’re all so incredibly badass. At the moment, I think Mustang might be the most badass though

Most Epic Villain:Wrath. That guy just does not die. Plus he’s the head of the government, which gives

Pairing I am not a fan of:Ling and Lan Fan. I think as they are in canon, if they entered a relationship, it would be pretty unbalanced, though I’m more open to the possibility in aus. Also I like the idea of them growing up kind of like siblings when they were really young and then more distance being put in between them because of their positions in society as they grew older.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):I don’t think any of the characters were screwed up. I would have liked to see Greed with friends after his realization of his deepest desire, and I thought Sheska would be more important but then she never showed up again, but even with those, I don’t think they were “screwed up”

Favourite Friendship:I’m ridiculously fond of Mei and Scar because it’s so weird and unlikely, but somehow it works

Character I most identify with:I don’t think I really identify particularly strongly with any of them

Character I wish I could be:

Probably Izumi? She’s really cool, isn’t complicit in genocide or any kind of murder, she’s strong in every kind of way but can also be soft, and honestly she has her life together a lot more than many of the other characters

Aziraphale

How I feel about this character:He’s wonderful and soft, but he’s also a lot trickier and more of a bastard than people give him credit for. I love him and want to be him when I grow up (at least the parts like running a bookstore, hanging around feeding ducks with someone you care about a lot, enjoying food, etc)

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Crowley, and I think that’s it

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: I just think he and Madam Tracy could be really good friends after the whole Apocawasn’t. They have some similarities, and I can picture them having tea once a week and chatting about their respective husbands/partners/whatever terms you want to use.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I saw a post about how Aziraphale would have to be really good with technology to do taxes on a computer in 1990, so now I see him as being secretly tech-savy

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:Hmm, for the show, I get why they wouldn’t want to do this, but it also would have been cool if we could see Aziraphale (and Crowley) having different bodies throughout history. It would have made their existence seem more separate from humanity, which makes them choosing humans over heaven and hell more powerful in my opinion, plus they wouldn’t be white the whole time. Like since the first humans were black, it makes no sense that Aziraphale’s human body from the start looks like how some humans in the future will look.

Favorite friendship for this character:I’m also going to say Crowley for this one. They just have such a great dynamic, with a certain softness and comfortableness to their interactions, plus the complement each other very well

My crossover ship:

Not a ship, but since I’m already thinking about fma, he and Sheska would get along so well, and I think being friends with Aziraphale would help Sheska grow more confident in herself

#ask #fma #good omens #aziraphale

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starbuck09256 · 6 years ago

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Just Be

Prompt related to Mulder walking in on Scully and Ed in Philly

PGish (but anyone is welcome to write a smutty sequel!)

Graceland was amazing. It was everything he hoped it would be but still something had been missing. He missed her, he knew that was what it was. He hadn’t taken a vacation because he felt like he just got her back even though it had been 2 years since she had been returned to him. He was still terrified that one day she just wouldn’t be there anymore like Sam, he knew his level of dependency wasn’t healthy or even warranted. That’s why he hadn’t asked her to come with him. She’d been pulling away lately creating some distant realizing that they were so wrapped up in work that he had consumed her whole life. He knew it was his fault, late nights at the office with reports, weekend cases. Hell she didn’t even have time for a dog anymore.

He had called her wanting to share the moment with her even if she was hours away in Philly. She had been cold, distant agitated. He hung up quickly thinking about things. Spiritual journeys like this had opened his mind up a bit more, not that he wasn’t already extremely opened minded to begin with but this trip made him evaluate things on a different level. What would he do without the x-files, without their work, what would their relationship be? Scully the constant professional, she deserved better than to spend everyday with him, even if that was selfishly what he wanted. She needed a break too, a break from work. He did have an obscene amount of time off and so did she having also not taken a vacation since being returned. Maybe he should of asked her to come with him. Maybe he should be more clear on what she has come to mean to him. He hadn’t wanted to scare her away but he was doing that anyway and it would be terrible if he lost her because she didn’t know. Maybe he could take her someplace tropical, the cold dense rain of Washington has been overwhelming lately maybe they could go to California. They had thousands of frequent flyer miles even if they just went away for a few days. The question was how to ask her to come with him with no case just to relax. She didn’t seem like a big romantic gesture type person but maybe this would at least show her a glimmer of what he felt. Not that he thought anything would really happen between them, but hell even if they just layed out on the beach ate giant pieces of seafood. He wanted to call the travel agent see what they could arrange short notice. But he couldn’t call her and ask her over the phone, he needed to see her to explain it just right. Before he knew it he was back in his rental car speeding towards Philly, he knew the shop that she would be watching. He would even pick up some flowers, to say he was sorry for being such a dick to her earlier.

He makes great time and just as he pulls up with all intentions of releasing her from the stupid background check he had put her on he sees her walking out of a tattoo parlor across the street. She’s with some guy, she’s laughing her smile big and the blush evident even with the sleet falling down. He ducks down into the seat. Who the fuck is this guy and what the hell is she doing? Maybe he is one of the suspects and she had build up some trust with him to expose everything? She is a great investigator and he knows better than to come up and blow her cover.

He waits following her back to his apartment. What the hell is going on? Should he follow her up? Fuck she could need backup. He followed far behind, but unlike normal Scully she isn’t glancing around she isn’t checking her surroundings. Is this part of her role? Is she trying to just seem interested in this guy? He doesn’t remember him being in the folder he gave her before he left but maybe he is buyer and she is going to expose the whole operation. Another feather in her cap of accomplishments. God she is brilliant, too brilliant to be stuck in the basement with him. He follows not because he doubts her but because he couldn’t bare to know she got hurt 'llagain on another assignment because of him. If this works will she asks for a transfer? He’s so stupid sometimes, he should of asked her to come with him to begin with, should of been stronger to admit to her how he feels. Fuck, he follows up pulling his coat close around his ears walking down the hallway after them, the suspect hasn’t completely shut the door he glances through see’s the suspect grab scully roughly pulling her close.

“Get the hell away from her,” he loses it, this asshole is grabbing her roughly around her wrist. Scully is in shock her eyes big and filled with anger.

“What the hell are you doing here? Were You following me?”

Mulder has Ed in a lock pulling his arms roughly behind his back.

“Dana who the hell is this guy?” Ed grunts roughly as Mulder pulls his arms back hard

“Mulder let him go! What the fuck is wrong with you,”

“What the hell is going on here Scully? He’s the suspect right? You went undercover to expose the whole thing right?” he is now starting to question his decision.

“Mulder, this is Ed we were on a date, what the hell are you doing here?” she grabs at Mulders arm pulling him roughly away from Ed, uncuffing him immediately.

“Ed I’m so so sorry, I’m umm I’m with the FBI this is my partner,” She glares at him with so much anger and rage.

“Scully I…”

“Save it Mulder,” she touches Ed’s cheek in the way she use to lovingly touches his.

“The FBI? Shit Dana,” he rubs at his wrist where Mulder had cuffed him too tight.

“Mulder get the hell out of here now” she whispers her anger seeping through in waves.

“Scully he was hurting you, I just” he stammers looking from the pair of them.

“No Mulder he was going to kiss me and like everything else in my life you couldn’t fucking handle it so you barged in where you aren’t wanted, now get the hell out,” she pushes him.

“Scully I.. uh” he stammers.

“Are you deaf now too, I said get the hell out of here now”

She is so clearly embarrassed. Her eyes are like fire and her hands and ringing at her shirt.

“Dana you’re.. an amazing woman, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to stay here, I’ll call you a cab.” Ed now looks pretty embarrassed as well rubbing his face roughly with his hand.

“Ed no, I..”

Mulder stands there refusing to leave unless she comes with him. He is already pretty sure she is going to ask for a transfer the second she can get Skinner on the phone.

“Scully please I’m sorry, look let me drive you back to the hotel.” Mulder says reaching out for her hand.

“Don’t fucking touch me Mulder, Ed I’m very sorry, I had a wonderful time. Can I umm borrow your phone to call a cab?”

“Scully please let me drive you back.”

“You’ve done more than enough Mulder just leave I got it.”

“Fine” Mulder stalks off down the stairs waiting outside as the snow falls around him.

Well he certainly fucked this up. Good job Fox. She was on a date, she went to Philly and was going to just sleep with some guy. What the hell were they doing in that tattoo parlor, did she get a tattoo? What the hell is taking her so long? He looks through the window of his rental car at the roses he bought in the passenger seat. Dammit he should just throw them away. This whole thing is a mess he needs to talk to her to straighten things out. But seeing that guy grabbing her, what the hell was she thinking? What the hell is taking her so long? It’s been 20 minutes of him freezing his ass off waiting for her to come downstairs, pacing back in and forth in the accumulating snow around him. The flowers now in his hands. He’s about to head back up to that assholes apartment when a cab pulls up. He looks up to the window and sees her staring at him watching for the cab. The guy Ed behind her looking down as she turns and says something to him. He watches as Scully reached up and touch Ed’s cheek reaching up and giving Ed a soft kiss on the lips. Mulder grunts in frustration, come on Scully come down so we can talk.

She comes outside pulling her coat closed as Ed watches her from the stoop, she heads to cab. “Scully we need to talk, what the hell is going on with you? What are you doing with that guy?”

“Mulder leave me alone I’ll see you back at the office on Monday.”

He moves to grab her hand. The Scully death glare as she pulls away roughly and folds her arms over her chest.

“What the hell are you doing here Mulder? Come to check up on me? Don’t think I’m capable of handling a fucking background check case on my own? Think I need a babysitter?”

“No Scully I drove all the way here because I fucking missed you! Alright, it’s why I haven’t taken a vacation in years! Because I have a terrible problem with not seeing you every damn day and I wanted to come here and apologize for always using work as an excuse, and for making you think I didn’t think you were capable. You are more than capable I've been questioning you and reminding you as an excuse to just fucking ..talk to you.”

“That’s a shitty reason and you know it,”

“yea well it's the real reason. I brought flowers to say sorry for being such a dick lately and that you were right about the contact.” He sighs.

“My cab is waiting” she looks at the roses covered in snow in his hand.

“Please Scully”

She relents like she always does and he goes and pay off the cabbie. Leading her to the car he stops. Snow is falling all around them and the coat she has on isn't adequate for the weather. She shivers looking up at him so confused.

“You’ve got to be freezing” he hands her the flowers quickly and moves to rub her arms up and down with his.

“Mulder why are you really here?”

She looks up at him her voice soft like the snow. She has snow on her eyelashes and as much as he wants to apologize. All he really wants is to kiss her so he leans down and presses his lips to hers. His warm lips move against hers hesitating because this is so bold of them. But she does kiss him back sagging into his arms as he deepens their kiss. It’s amazing him kissing her in the snow. He pulls away softly. “I umm I came here to do that, to tell you your right we need more out of life, and that I just want more of you.”

“This isn’t a good idea” she mutters as his lips find hers again.

“The worst, but damn it feels so good right?”

“Mulder we work together what about our jobs what about the files,” she’s breathless freezing and her lips are tingling. She wants to talk about this but his lips feel so good and warm and he’s holding her so close. God what are they thinking. His hand slides through her hair and she grips his jacket and pulling him closer. They aren’t thinking about anything and maybe that was really the point. Maybe they needed to stop thinking and fighting, and just be.

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