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mayonesamitch · 6 days ago

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Lets yap about Geode and why it's practically canon!

Contains spoilers

Okay I've been wanting to write this for a while but never had time to. However, winter break just started! I should be working on some unfinished school work but I don't care about school. So here it goes! This is basically why Geode (Cole x Geo) is canon/will be canon.

So first, I wanted to talk about how Cole never really had an actual love interest up until now. Sure, in season 3, there was the stupid love triangle thing with him, Jay, and Nya, but it was confirmed by the writers that Cole never really had feelings for Nya and was just confused by the attention she gave to him. I'd also like to assume that P.I.X.A.L's perfect match detector thing also threw him off. (I'm just gonna call her Pixal for the remainder of this, yes she'll be mentioned again)

He also never had much of a romantic relationship with Vania. Sure, they were close and had a great friendship together, but that's where it ends, just a friendship. They never really did anything more. And when it comes to Ninjago, they make the love interest very obvious.

The writers are also very aware that they haven't given Cole a love interest. They make subtle jokes about it, like in this scene. While the ninja are hanging out with their significant other (expect for Lloyd who had a love interest but uh... we saw what happened the Harumi...) except for Cole. He's instead looking at the cake that the woman is holding up. The writers of the show also have said that his love interest is cake as a joke, so they're aware that they haven't given him a love interest yet.

They also once posted this on the Lego.com website as a poll. This might be far fetched but to me it implies that there might be someone else in the future that will be Cole's lover. I know that it says girlfriend but it doesn't mean that the someone Cole is yet to meet can't be a guy. Maybe Cole is a bisexual too we can't take that completely off the table either.

Now, let's talk about the actual ship of Geo × Cole. Geo is not as social as the other and is more timid. He keeps more to himself. However, with Cole, he's an open book. He raised a whole family with him. They're also rather close. Cole has never been that close to anyone other than the other ninja, and even so, it still took him a while to get used to them. So him being so close to Geo as fast as he did is quite attached to Geo. And if that isn't gay then I don't know what it is.

Now this is the part where I talk about my personal favorite and probably one of the most canon ships ever in Ninjago, PixZane. (Pixal x Zane, told you I was gonna mention Pixal again 😉) It is very obvious that they love each other and is canon that they're dating. So, why did I mention them? Well, they never explicitly say, "We're dating." Instead they say that they're "compatible." Zane also says that she has "Half of my (his) heart" Which all of those are all just says of saying that they're in love and dating. Also they both have a strong attachment together. I mean, Zane is desperate for Pixal in Dragons Rising, and in the comic, Zane's Pixal Project, he's so desperate for her and is willing is sacrifice himself for her. In fact, Pixal only says, "I love you." In Crystalized. Took them only 8 years to finally hear something less nindroid-y but that just proves my point more. Yeah, with all of that plus the stuff I didn't mention, they're dating at least.

So why did I mention all of this? Well, a common rule for story writing is, "Show, don't tell." Very common in real life to, like phrases like, "Your actions speak more that your words." So they would apply that rule to a ship like Geode. I mean, the hints are very loud, yet sneaky in a way. Enough for me to apply the gay label but not enough for someone to say it's 100% without a doubt canon.

I'd also like to say that the writers of the show hype up and imply this ship more than a little. One of the writers of Ninjago posted this on his Instagram. The writer is also gay so that's some extra points. (I got it from here.) Also I just realized that the little effect thing around their hands make a heart, so I'll add that to the evidence list. Also this clip, Doc Wyatt seems to support the ship. So I'm pretty sure the writers are planning something big for them, maybe... a kiss? Who knows?

Now, in the end, it is a gay ship, so they have to be much more vivid about it or else the show could get banned in certain places around the world if they do make it canon. However, other cartoons do have canon LGBTQ+ representation that's more prominent. (Ex. The Loud House - Clyde's dads (Howard and Harold McBride) + Luna is a bisexual, Adventure Time - Princess Bubblegum and Marceline) Plus, there is some LGBTQ+ throughout the show which I talk about more here. (Shameless plugging XD) So it wouldn't be out of character for Ninjago add a gay ship in the series. Not only will it give them more open doors since it shows how they're willing to add queer relationships into the show, so they might add some more queer relationships. It would also make Cole the first canon LGBTQ+ ninja of the main 6.

Okay, well I think that's about all I have to say about the most gay characters in Ninjago. Also thank you for all the likes + reblogs on my queer Ninjago post, I like yapping about this show clearly, especially the queer part cause I'm part of the LGBTQ+ community so I might as well spread my pride. I literally love Geode so much please make it canon in my life.

Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys their winter break, gets lots of presents this year for Christmas, and stay up for New Years. Make sure to stay healthy and have lots of fun with family and friends.

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majachee · 4 months ago

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did you say….a power rangers x td au?

IVE BEEN TRYING TO MAKE ONE BUT HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO THANK YOUUUUUUUUUU I owe my life to you power rangers was the shit

please yap about it I’m begging

IT CAME TO ME IN A VISION EARLY ONE MORNING, AND IT HASN'T LEFT MY BRAIN.

I am writing a fic about it, though it isn't my number 1 priority wip atm cuz its just smth silly and self-indulgent, but because I now know there's someone out there REALLY DIGGING THIS IDEA, it'll be moved up on my list by a few notches lol

This AU is heavily focused on comedy and action, so rather than assigning TD characters to PR roles that they'd actually fit, I went with what would be REALLY FUNNY to write about.

So the Rangers consist of Harold (red), Duncan (Black), Noah (blue), Courtney (yellow), and Heather (pink).

These guys were assigned to work on a lab/project for their science class, specifically on the effects of pollution, littering, and climate change. No take-backsies, they're stuck with eachother and 4/5 of these guys don't want to fail... 4/5 of these guys are also assholes.

After some healthy doses of bitching, they agree to meet up and study an abandoned rig. But GASP! They get attacked by some guys... made of putty? Damn dude that's CRAAAAAAZYYY

... this is specifically based on the MMPR tv show, and I'm very tempted to draw the putty monsters exactly like how their costumes look in the show (silver fullbody suits with seams visible and monster claws/masks.) Listen, the putty monster costumes bring me A LOT OF JOY, I genuinely love this show dO NOT @ ME (unless its for mmpr fanart... please @ me...)

Anyways, these assholes fumble through the fight: Harold shows off the skills he learned at Defensive Steve's Defense Class, Noah gets thrown off a small cliff because he weighs less than a paper weight, Courtney feels the exciting rush of bloodlust for the first time... Normal stuff, really!

Of course, this ends up with all 5 of them being summoned (lazer kidnapped) to Power Rangers Headquarters! And it's revealed that Zorgon's role was taken by Chris McClean I'm SORRY. Look, it's funny. He has the same personality he does in canon, but instead of running a reality TV show centered around teens, he has to babysit a small group of teens who hate eachother. This will be really funny in execution, I promise.

Some of the kiddos have a few words to say about the Dinozords... cuz half of them aren't even dinosaurs. Also, they do NOT like the idea of being forced to work together on a color-coded superhero team of all things!

Drama Bot is Alpha, it focuses on the team's publicity ratings.

Rita Repulsa? Meet Blainely McBlamey!! SELF EXPLANATORY!!

I love Rita Repulsa, so Blainely fans consider this a very high honor.

The Green Ranger is Alejandro.

I plan on having the AU mostly focus on campy episodic adventures with some character development sprinkled in, and having the more important PR plots be... well... important and more thoroughly executed, if I ever get around to it.

As for the main gang themselves?

Harold is quite stoked and honored about being a superhero, and quickly ends up being the team leader and team morale – due to his smarts, and quick-to-forgive personality. He doesn't take shit from anyone, but he also won't hold grudges, especially on the battlefield... Though he does have a slight problem with going on long tangents about certain factoids (same...)

He has a vast array of skills and knowledge at his disposable... It all depends on how/when he uses said skills lmao. So far he's probably the least developed one in this AU, right next to Duncan. That'll change when I write more of them.

Courtney? Oh... Oh you KNOW she likes being a Power Ranger. She preaches about the importance of morals, and upholding laws, and how some people ought to respect the responsibilities that come with being a Power Ranger... and some people are more deserving of being recognized as heroes than others. Courtney I love you and I hope I do you justice... mwah... She very much likes taking the lead, and claims that she should be the team leader... and valedictorian, and class president... Oh yeah, you KNOW she worries about her grades a lot, especially after becoming a Ranger. She becomes a lot more productive with her passion as the story goes on, and learns to trust and respect her teammates.

Noah takes on the role of reluctant tactician... Aka the smartass. Physical activites aren't his forte, and he plans on keeping it that way. He relies on his Zord the most, and when that isn't available he resorts to evasive maneuvers and hiding while the other guys handle it. Him staying on the sidelines, however, does lead to him being more observant to the enemies' weaknesses, which will eventually lead to him having a more active role in the team as the main tactician. I'd imagine once that happens, he'll have a lot of interesting back-and-forths with Harold and Courtney. Still a sarcastic, laidback asshole, but more active in his participation when it comes to the team.

Duncan... is more aligned with his season 1 and early season 2 personality. No cheating or love triangles here. He is still an ASSHOLE, though, especially to Harold and Noah. They don't take his shit. I dont have much to say about him yet iM SORRYYYYYY

Asshole punk with a heart of gold... that's his schtick alright...

HEATHER MY BELOVED. She looks hella good in pink and she knows it. She doesn't like being a part of this team, but by god will she put the effort in, because she doesn't want to die to some clay-freak. Her zord-buddy is the pterodactyl, which she finds to be quite convenient, considering it's on the smaller side and can fly, very easy for aerial advantage. Very hellbent on defeating Blainely McBlamey, because once she's defeated they can all go on with their lives. Presumably... evil grin...

I don't know how to really put it in more fancy words, but like... Heather is the most active participant along with Harold and Courtney. She's very headstrong, tends to butt heads with Courtney a lot (not only are they both stubborn, but they also both view themselves as the leader of the group. Nobody realizes it's Harold, not even Harold himself, dramatic irony at its finest.)

Everyone on the team loses their shit when Alejandro (the enemy[tm]) gets a frickin' DRAGON-ZORD of all things.

If yiu have questions about specific characters or MMPR episodes, I'll do my best to answer lol

#maja needs to shut up tag #ask #anonymous #mighty morphin power campers au #total drama au #td au #total drama #td noah #td duncan #td harold #td heather #td courtney #mighty morphin power rangers

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subhumanselflover · 6 months ago

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Hellooooo Marrrrr!!! I have a request!! Can we have a lockheart (Elphelt x Aba) drabble please? Ive been seeing a lot of them and grgrgdgdhdkdk I love them dearly 😭😭😭

Bedman anon requests something other than Romeo fluff, 2024

(Does this revoke my title?)

note: BEDMAN ANON YOURE CRAZY FOR THISS. ive been wanting to write lockheart i love them and i love their ship name i’m so on it. thank you for this i wanted an excuse to write them and this actually might cure my writer’s block. also this is more hurt/comforty than initially intended.. idk what happened to paracelsus, that’s up to you! also half of this authors note is like a month old. okay. enough yapping from me, enjoy!

A.B.A./Elphelt fluff drabble!

When A.B.A. turned up on Elphelt's doorstep in the rain, Elphelt almost wasn't certain what to do with the other woman. She knew, however, that there was no way she could turn away a friend in need!

Circumstances irrelevant, A.B.A. had been staying in Elphelt’s little apartment, mostly sleeping on the couch, or the floor for her own comfort. She didn’t know why the floor appealed so much better to her, but Elphelt didn’t mind when she found the green-haired woman curled up on the living room floor, overly fluffy blanket tossed slightly aside.

It was rare that A.B.A. wanted to eat, but sometimes she would steal a little bit of food from Elphelt’s meals. She felt bad, but what she didn’t know was that Elphelt had been making sure to cook enough for her. Something made her feel like a burden.. but Elphelt was careful to make sure she was taken care of, trying to make it less obvious so that the other woman wouldn’t feel as bad.

They didn’t talk much in the beginning. In fact, A.B.A. didn’t speak at all. Elphelt did her best to start up conversations, to boost A.B.A.’s mood, but it was rare for her to get much of a response.

The course of events as A.B.A. stayed with Elphelt lead to a night where the bright eyed metal vocalist heard soft sobs coming from the living room. Curled up in her own bed, she was worried, but didn’t want to set off anything worse, so she stayed in her bed as her door remained unlocked. When the sobs died down to sniffles, Elphelt heard feet shuffling slowly, and saw a shadow in the space between her bedroom door and the carpet.

Knock… knock…

Elphelt heard two soft, separated knocks on her bedroom door, faint sniffles echoing with them.

“It’s unlocked! Come in, A.B.A.!” Elphelt projected softly.

The door creaked open to reveal a sad, soggy looking, green haired woman with tears drying in her eyes, in an oversized shirt that didn’t belong to her, wiping her eyes and sniffling.

Her tears triggered something in Elphelt, causing the woman to quickly zip out of bed and grab onto A.B.A. immediately. “Ohh, come here Abby…” Elphelt wrapped her arms around the taller woman, who had slouched into her arms.

"Abb...y?" A.B.A. muttered, confused. No one had ever given her a nickname before, let alone such a cutesy one. "You don't mind a nickname, do you? I can just call you your name-- but that's not super duper important right now! What's super duper important is that you're crying! Come here, come here!" Elphelt pulled her even tighter, squishing firmly against A.B.A..

As she was pulled close, the homunculus woman buried her face into Elphelt's shoulder, hiding her face and letting a few tears fall. Her eyes widened, however, as Elphelt scooped her up and carefully brought her to sit on her fluffy, pink bed. Handing her a soft, white stuffed rabbit, she began to ramble to the other woman.

"Okay, so you know you don't have to tell me anything, but if you, y'know, wanna say something! I'm here, and you can stay here as long as you need! Consider me a shoulder to cry on! You don't have to be alone, whatever's going on!" As she said her last sentence, Elphelt grabbed A.B.A.'s hands and smiled gently at her.

A.B.A. looked at her, and wrapped her arms around her tight, letting a few more sobs spill out, before trying to clear herself up in order to speak. "Can I.. stay in your bed?" A.B.A. asked, trying her best not to immediately regret the request due to shame. "I'm so tired..." She whined a bit, trying to wipe her tears a bit more.

Elphelt consoled A.B.A. in the most gentle way she could, the two ending up curled up in Elphelt's cozy, soft bed, Elphelt nuzzling into A.B.A.'s neck gently. Warmth.. A.B.A. hadn't felt so warm in a long time. The softer side of the metal vocalist's voice began to fill the room, as she sang something soothing, something of a lullaby.

A.B.A. got quiet, listening to Elphelt's singing, feeling her thoughts and tears slow a bit, until suddenly the room was quiet, except for a soft yawn from Elphelt, who was nuzzling closer to A.B.A., perhaps ready to go to bed, until she felt the homunculus's wide eyes looking over at her.

"Sing to me again... please?"

#guilty gear #aba guilty gear #elphelt valentine #elphelt valentine guilty gear #lockheart guilty gear #aba x elphelt valentine #elphelt x aba #guilty gear writing

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venomsrealgf · 28 days ago

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Aren’t you curious, little one? Na’vi OC x reader

okay so i already did post this on ao3 like 2 years back but figured I could also post this here since i actually use tumblr now.

yeahhh surprise i also write tor Avatar yipiii (i forgot to add it in my introduction)

to give u a better image on wtf this guy looks like heres some old ass photos. (Im so much better now at art)

His name is Aakesh, age: 24 (i forgor if navi have diff age system but at least 24 in human years😔)

bro is 11ft tall, very buff for a navi (yeah bc bros half human half navi, dont ask me how it works)

anyway enough yappidy yap, get in on the ficcy, has like almost 5k words i think if not more idk

WARNINGS: This is just filthy smut with plot.

Breeding kink, knife play, choking, veryyyy slight dub-con bc woman is like noo get off even tho she wants it. Uhhh, obvious size difference, cervix fucking and past that. Biting, scratching, cringy writing, I FORGOT WHAT ELSE.

Pandora...

The beautiful planet, basically the opposite of the now dying earth. You had been one of the few lucky scientists that were chosen to travel to Pandora and help with the Avatar project, but things didn't really go as planned, after that guy named Jake Sully decided to fall in love with a native female.

A war soon broke out between the humans and the Na'vi, but of course the natives were victorious after Jake managed to gather all the tribes together to lead an attack against Miles. You had never been one to enjoy violence and didn't like how all the humans were doing the exact same thing here, that led to the death of our own Mother Earth.

'It was fucking deserved for him, honestly.' You thought, taking a sip from your drink, while looking through your iPad.

Honestly, you just wanted to live your life as a Na'vi, everything just seemed so much more free and exciting. Imagine being able to ride your own Ikran, jump across the huge trees, and find your own life long mate. Sounds so much better than my current life, and to be honest. The natives here are quite attractive....

Sometimes you just look at them, whenever you visit Jake's tribes camp, the way their muscles basically shine against the sun, their slutty thin waists and broad shoulders, not to mention the lack of clothes~

'What the fuck am I thinking. Snap out of it dumbass, no Na'vi could ever love a human.' You groaned to yourself, already feeling so flustered and hot just from thinking about them.

Sigh

You were truly hopeless, weren't you?

You made your way towards the main area, seeing some of the other people that were chosen to stay on Pandora, mostly those who were friends to Sully and helped him in the war, but some of them probably just begged their way into staying, who knows.

You talked with some of your co-workers about where some of you guys would be transported to for the following months. Lucky for you, you would be transported to work in the heart of the Omatikaya clan, Jake's clan to be exact.

Getting into a chopper or whatever the fuck these things are called, you couldn't care less and taking off towards the sky. The view was magnificent from up there, seeing all of the wild birds and Ikrans flying around, and the beautiful green forests blooming with life down there, you wouldn't trade this for anything.

When you finally reached your location with the other people, you were greeted by Norm. He smiled and gave you a quick hug, returning that smile to him. He quickly said hello to the 2 other scientists that came with you, and led you all to the "human" area, it was just a medium sized research silo that could host up to probably 20 humans or so.

While walking with Norm by your side and him talking about his research, you couldn't really focus on his words, as all you could think about was the feeling of being watched, like a prey to some predator.

Looking around you and finding no eyes on you however, that was weird? Perhaps It's just my mind playing tricks on me again. Humming to yourself and then focusing your attention on Norm.

"And this is your room." Norm opened a door to a small but comfortable looking room, it had pretty much everything you would need, even a personal bathroom.

"Thank you Norm. This is more than enough." You smiled and gave him a small nod.

"No worries, oh and when you feel like it, could you go outside and grab me a few samples?" He handed you some papers that had whatever he needed listed there, with precise instructions on how to handle the plant ect.

"Oh yes. You can count on me, don't worry." You smiled, sitting down on your bed and looking through them.

Norm gave you a nod and closed the door behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

"Strange, I can't seem to shake off the feeling of being watched." You muttered to yourself and looked through the window in your room, and you SWEAR you saw something quickly hide into the bushes.

"What the fuck? Am I seeing things?" You asked yourself. "Oh whatever, let's just get this task over with."

Getting ready and heading outside towards your first destination which wasn't too far away from the camp, just far enough for all of the talking and sounds to be completely silent. You had to walk for a while until you finally found the first specimen of vegetation. Inspecting it, seeing it was a beautiful shade of purple and blue, it seemed to have some sort of berries hanging from it, but wouldn't try your luck at tasting it. You took out your sample kit, and got to work.

When you were done, and about to get up there was a sudden loud thump behind you, like someone had just landed from high up. You turned around only to find an extremely tall Na'vi male, looking straight down at you, and oh my god he was handsome. You hardly reached his stomach, your face just about the same height as where his dick would be- 'and oh my god stop thinking like that you idiot!' Mentally scolding yourself.

"Uhh.. H-hello? D-Do you need something?" You asked, stuttering over your words purely from slight fear and nervousness.

"No. I just wanted to check you out 'closer'." He had a strong accent, his voice was deep with a rasp, it almost sounded like his voice had a natural filter on it.

"C-Check me out closer? Why?" You asked, feeling a little dumb founded, no other Na'vi had ever paid any attention to you, usually it was just a bunch of side eyes or dirty glances, they didn't really like your people.

"You caught my attention all those years ago, but I could never get close, or even talk to you, but now I have a chance." He said, crouching closer to your face, his fingers holding your cheeks. It was like he was inspecting every little detail your face offered.

"M-ME?!" You gasped, cheeks turning a little red from his attention on you.

"Yes you. Who else would I be talking about while touching you like this?" He asked with a chuckle, his eyes staring right into your own, they were beautiful, the orange / yellow-ish color almost shining, captivating your own eyes in a trance.

"W-well... I guess no one..." You chuckled awkwardly.

He then let go and stood up, looking down at you, seemingly deep in thought.

"Do you have a mate?" He asked, like it was the most casual thing to talk about.

"WHAT? W-We just met, is this really appropriate to talk about-" You quickly answered, shocked by his question.

"I asked you a question. Do you have a mate or not?" He seemed to be demanding an answer, his eyebrows furrowing a little, his eyes held a serious look in them.

"O-Of course I don't. I haven't dated anyone in a long time, guess I just don't really feel attracted to humans..." You muttered the last part pretty quietly.

"Why would you not think of your species as attractive? I think you are quite divine." He asked, his hands folded against his chest.

"O-Oh..." You blushed at his compliment, smiling to yourself like an idiot, before looking up at him again.

"I-I find your people more attractive than mine.. Guess it's because I've seen humans all my life." You confessed, looking away from his face.

He just stared at you for a while, both of you standing in silence, just the gentle hum of the breeze was heard around you. You started getting awfully anxious, what if he didn't like what you said? What if you really offended him? Okay that's impossible, you didn't say anything mean, at least you hope you didn't. You were about to ask him if you said anything wrong, when you felt his hands on your waist, your eyes widened as he lifted you up like a feather.

"W-What!" "I've watched you for a long time. I have fallen for your charms, no Na'vi or other human has ever made me feel this way." He just straight up confessed, even if he just officially met you.

"B-But we barely know each other!" You yelped.

"We Na'vi believe in what you would call 'love at first sight'. We choose our mate, but they must also choose us." He said, voice low as his ears twitched.

You took a moment to admire his face, the way his cheekbones were slightly more defined, his jaw line was very sharp. Your eyes wandered down towards his body, he looked very buff, his biceps larger than an average Na'Vi would have. He had a good pair of tits on his chest, his stomach muscles were defined, and his thighs were very large.

Honestly, this is probably the first actual buff Na'vi you have seen. Your eyes lingered on his bottom half for longer than they should have, and when the male in front of you cleared his throat, your eyes snapped back up again.

"Are you curious, little one?" He asked with a chuckle.

"M-me? N-no..." You tried to deny yourself.

"I know what you want, and I can give it to you, if you just choose me as well." He said, bringing his face closer to yours.

"W-Well. It would be nice at first to know your name... And if you could put me down..." You were seriously getting too hot and bothered, the way he just held you in air and lifted you up stirred something in you, perhaps its the MASSIVE size difference between you both.

"Oh right, my apologies." He smiled, and placed you down, this time crouching in front of you.

"My name is Aakesh." He bowed his head a little.

"That's a lovely name, does it mean something? Oh and mine is (Name)." You smiled.

"It means Lord of the sky, and your name sounds rather beautiful too." He answered, very proud of his designation.

"Woah! You truly must be a great Ikran rider then?" You sounded so excited to be actually having a decent conversation with him, this isn't everyday you know?

"The best of the best."

"... About your other thing, even if we just met... I'd like to choose you too." You told him very shyly, it felt so weird to confess to early, but maybe its how they roll over here in Pandora.

"Really? Oh! This is great, thank you ma (Name). I promise to love and cherish you until my last breath." He let out a breath of relief, taking your hands into his and kissing them.

"A-As do I..." You blushed more.

"May I kiss you?" He almost purred, his lips so close to yours, feeling his hot breath on your skin.

"O-Of course." And in an instant his lips attacked yours, his tongue slipping inside your mouth as left hand traveled behind your head to hold onto your hair, tilting your head for a better angle.

Groaning into the kiss, feeling the heat build up between your legs, he pulled you closer to his body. His other arm sneaking around your back, his hand taking hold of your ass, squeezing it and giving it a few firm smacks.

(3rd pov)

Her legs latched around his waist as his hands traveled up to her chest, squeezing her breasts through her shirt. He took a firm grip of the shirt and ripped it open, her bare chest exposed to his eyes. He leaned closer, his tongue licking her collarbones and traveling downwards between her tits.

"One thing I've grown curious about, is the way your species is naturally so much more curvy." He chuckled, his hands tearing the bra away, her nipples becoming harder against the cool air.

"A-Aakesh!" (Name) yelped, trying to cover her breasts out of pure shyness, only to have her hands yanked away.

"Do not cover yourself. I want to see everything you offer, you are mine after all." He hissed softly, his possessive side making its appearance.

He looked around at the trees and cliffs near them, carrying her and pushing her up against the rough texture of a nearby tree. His lips attacked her neck, sucking and licking, leaving marks. (Name) moaned out his name, moving her head to the side to give his lips even more access to her neck. His hands again around her chest, groping and squeezing them, obsessed with the fat between his fingers, this is something you could never enjoy with Na'vi females.

"You are a gift sent down to me, by Eywa." He muttered, biting into her neck, hard. He wanted everyone to know she was claimed, and only his to ravish.

"A-Ah. I'm y-yours Aakesh. P-Please take me." Her fingers ran through his dark hair, taking a firm grip and pulling whenever he kissed a sensitive spot.

"Careful, you are pushing every fiber of my being not to slam you onto the ground and pound into you until your vision blacks out." He said in a warning tone.

"If that's... what it takes... then so be it." She said between breaths, looking straight into his eyes and kissing his neck.

"Uh- Ngghh..." He whined out, feeling her sweet plump lips sucking on his skin left him breathless, his fingers digging into her skin, not too harshly but enough to leave a mark.

"You are... really naughty aren't you? Perhaps I should teach you a lesson, pet." He spat, turning them around and placing her on the ground, his left hand on her throat, while the other pulled down her pants.

She was soaked by now, pushing her thighs open as he stared at her underwear, she felt her face heat up from being so exposed. His right hand softly traveled upwards her inner thigh, closer and closer to her covered intimate parts. His hand pushed against her pussy, feeling the warmth through the thin fabric separating their skins, she let out a loud yelp, arching her back off the ground.

"Someone seems excited huh?" He teased, his index and middle finger rubbing her slit, slowly and painfully, like he wasn't even going to remove her underwear to begin with.

"S-Stop teasing me! Please-!" She moaned, trying to grind against his hand, anything to get rid of the almost painful heat between her legs.

"Hmm... Since my little pet asked so nicely." He chuckled, and moved his hand to retrieve a knife from his small weapon case placed upon his right thigh.

Her breath caught up in her throat as he hovered the knife in between her breasts, before slowly moving down, slightly touching her skin, but not breaking any. The knife traveled all the way to her underwear, before hooking it under it and cutting it off completely. He just stared with a huge smirk, his eyes seemed to darken, his tail swaying slightly, like some cat who is ready to pounce on their prey. He threw the knife somewhere nearby, and crawled on top of her, seeing her small body completely covered by him, driving him mad.

His hands took hold of her waist, as he scooted back with his body, lifting her lower half off the ground. His face was now basically in front of her exposed pussy, she kept trying to trash out of his grip, not wanting him to stare, but he wouldn't move a muscle.

"W-What are you doing!? S-stop staring, it's embarrass- AH!" She couldn't even finish her sentence, feeling his mouth around her pussy.

His rough tongue pushed against her sweet opening, before pushing in. He was eating her up like a starved man, his mouth did wonders and it almost had her thinking if this was really his first time. She couldn't keep quiet, not when he kept hitting her sweet spot, just with his tongue, and not to mention the way he sucked her clit, the way he kept her in such a vulnerable position, it made her come closer and closer to her climax.

"S-STOP! N-No more, Ahh- T-Too much~" She moaned out, her hands trying to grip anything on the ground to pull herself away, but any attempt had him pull her closer to his mouth, he wouldn't give her any chance for escape.

And there it was. He finally hit that sweet spot for the last time, before her strings snapped, cumming all around his tongue, he separated and swallowed everything. He hummed, licking his lips, placing her on the floor as her body kept twitching slightly from the intense orgasm she just felt.

"My dear, you taste divine, I can't wait to have your sweetness around my dick." He laughed, groaning as his hard-on was painfully pushing against his cloth.

"Haaa.... S-so good..." She said quietly, panting, trying to get as much air as she could.

"Don't think that we are done yet, this is merely the beginning." He said, removing his cloth quickly and swiftly.

Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she stared at his massive cock, at least massive for her. No human could achieve those inches naturally, oh hell no. She slapped her thighs closed, feeling her core heat up once again, becoming even more horny and needy. His cock was probably around 13-15 inches, if not more, and considering Aakesh is actually one of the tallest Na'vi she was seen at around 11' ft

"Scared? Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He chuckled, crawling near her again.

"T-That thing is going to rip me apart!" She quivered, trying to fight the rising neediness, honestly she just wanted that fucking alien dick in her, right now.

"It won't. But I can try if you really want me to." He smiled, a hint of insane need in his eyes.

'Should I play with fire? Or should I play it safe?' (Name) thought for a moment, looking into his eyes, while his dick was dangerously close to her needy hole. A little bit of fuel to the fire won't cause a huge explosion right? It will just make the flames bigger and hotter.

"I was expecting better, is that the smallest your species has to offer?" She teased with a smirk, her hands in front of her chest in a sassy manner.

"I bet a human could fuck me better than you." She finished with a laugh.

That was it.

It felt like actual fire burned in his eyes, as he leaned closer to her face with a very threatening aura. He chuckled dryly right in her face, taking hold of her hair and pulling her face backwards so he could bite her neck again.

"Is that so? I am glad to tell you I am close to the biggest our species has to offer. And I won't hesitate to fuck your cervix open if it means I'll get that bratty mouth of yours to scream my name." He said. He picked up his knife he had tossed earlier and brought it near her face.

"Tell me... Do you wish for a... temporary reminder?" He asked, caressing her skin with his fingers.

"...N-No Master...I'm..I'm sorry-" She was cut short with his hand in front of her mouth, pressing the knife closer to her throat. She couldn’t lie that the fact he could end her right then and there aroused her.

"Don't apologize to me dear... Apologize to yourself once I'm done with you." And with that he lifted her legs over his shoulders, the knife long gone as his fingers traveled to her slit, rubbing up and down before inserting his middle finger in her pussy.

"Nnnh- Aahh- Y-Your finger is s-so big!" She tried to mutter out words, feeling how even his fingers could literally match up against a human's cock, at least length wise, oh what had she gotten herself into??

"I have to be so kind and prepare your tiny needy hole, otherwise you wouldn't be able to handle even an inch of me." He hissed, picking up the speed, inserting another finger into her sloppy hole, rubbing her clit with his thumb.

With all the moans and whines coming from her, it only fed his huge ego further, his fingers were going at an awful fast pace, she felt like exploding all over again, the way his fingers slid in and out so easily because of all her leaking wetness, it was honestly embarrassing how horny she had become. When she was getting closer her moans also grew louder by the moment, grabbing anything she could, his biceps, hair, the ground.

And then he stopped.

She stared up at him with a shocked expression, all that built up pleasure almost completely gone in a single motion. She groaned out, begging for release, she did not like being edged like this at all.

"W-Why did you.. stop?" She asked, breathing heavily, hair sticking into her forehead from sweat.

"I want you to cum on my cock, not my fingers, no matter how tempting your reactions are." He muttered, aligning his cock in front of her pulsing opening.

"W-Wait!-" She yelped, the air leaving her lungs as the tip of his huge cock squeezed inside of her.

The way her walls were forced open around his cock as he sunk in more and more, she was gasping for air, trying to push him away, it was too much. She moaned and whined, scratching his thighs with her nails, back arching off of the floor. He was only half way in when the walls of her cervix stopped him, he groaned, the way her pussy squeezed around his shaft, pulsing, not letting him move out. He laughed loudly, a little out of breath, trying to control his instincts.

"You're sucking me in like no tomorrow." He panted, his dick twitching inside her.

"A-AH- So big~" She mumbled, eyes rolling back.

"Give me more." She slurred out, dragging his face down and kissing him hungrily, her actions driven by lust and need.

He took that as a hint and started moving himself, thrusting in and out slowly at first, gradually speeding up his movements. (Name) felt the tip of his cock kissing the opening of her cervix with every single thrust, feeling like he was all the way up in her stomach. He almost folded her, holding her legs against her shoulders, keeping her in a mating press, drilling his cock into her pussy. He let out loud pleased sighs, his ears picking up all the lewd sounds of their skin slapping together, the sounds of his dick going in and out of her lewd opening and most importantly her begging and pleading for more.

"M-More More! Give me all you have, USE me as you w-wish!" She screamed out, tongue rolling out of her mouth, her body sticky with sweat and the smell of sex strong around them.

It felt like he got even harder at her words, squeezing her legs together as he pounded into her harsher, forcing more of him inside her, even if it should be logically impossible to do so. His hands held her breasts squeezing them while kissing her mouth hungrily, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. His thrusting was growing animalistic and uneven, his dick swelling and twitching, indicating he was nearing his peak. She could feel how her walls squeezed around him more, seeing one of his fingers travel to her clit and rubbing it to give her more pleasure, she was starting to see black dots in her vision, yelling out his name. Both of them came at the same time, his cum flooding into her welcoming hole, feeling her walls being painted white as her own fluids mixed with his.

"I have so much more to give you.. little one~" He whispered into her ear as he pulled his cock out, her pussy was leaking of his juices, smearing her thighs and staining the ground below.

"What a lovely sight. You are mine now, pet." He purred, lifting her legs up to stare at her abused hole.

He used his fingers to push any leaking cum back into her, not wanting anything to go to waste, he wanted to see her bloated and full of his cum, he would keep filling her up until even Eywa herself cannot deny pregnancy. Her body was still so sensitive, her legs shook as his fingers pushed back into her gummy walls, she couldn't speak or focus on anything else but the almost painful pleasure and over sensitivity she felt.

She yelped quietly as she was turned around on her stomach, his hands on her waist as he pulled her to his body, her ass rubbing against his lower stomach. She could feel his growing hard-on against her stomach, the pre cum staining her, she bit her lip just thinking about having all of him inside her again, this time literally.

"FUCK! Just take me a-already! BREED ME, MAKE ME FULL!" She demanded, pushing against his dick, feeling him rubbing along her slit.

"... Be careful what you wish for" He let out an almost feral growl.

Before she could even mutter out a reply he had invaded her lower regions in one single thrust, not giving her a single warning nor a moment to adjust to his massive length all over again. His hands holding her head into the ground, while the other was attacking her clit, all the while thrusting into her harshly. He bit into her neck, leaving such a deep mark it started bleeding, licking up all of her blood and letting out satisfied grunts and sighs. She didn't even register anything else he was doing, only focusing on how his dick was forcefully digging deeper and deeper into her uterus, forcing more and more of him inside.

She moaned out, pushing against him to meet his thrusts.

"Aren't.. you such a dirty one... I'll make sure.. to fill you to the brim... nggh..~" He groaned, taking hold of her hair and pulling her up.

Her back against his chest, both of them on their knees, he thrusted upwards into her, his other hand pulling her towards him, until he was completely in her. She yelled out his name as he kept hitting her spot deep and rough already past her cervix. His cock shape would surely be engraved into her after this. She kept scratching his arms that were around her and his thighs as she neared her climax, feeling like she would explode any moment now. When he finally reached his last thrust, he stopped, his cum filling her womb completely, she came hard at the feeling of being filled, her pussy clenching around him, her essence mixed with his.

"Are you okay?" He asks finally, after a long pause.

"Mmm... mm... Y-yeah..." She mumbles, forcing herself to stay awake, her whole body still recovering.

He finally separated his body from her, pulling himself from inside her, seeing all of that cum sweeping out. He chuckled, staring at her fucked up body, he quickly placed his cloth back on and used her jacket to cover her body up. He lifted her up bridal style and walked towards the camp, she was fast asleep in his arms.

"I will make sure to treat you well princess."

YAS

#james cameron avatar #avatar x human reader #na’vi oc #na’vi x reader #Na’vi x human #avatar the way of water #smut #filthy smut #im so sorry for this loqkwy #AHHHH

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karlachismylife · 2 months ago

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Gorilla!reader you say ? 👁️ 👁️

Yeah! Sorry I'm actually excited to yap about it hahaha cuz it has been really forming quite in details in my head last days

It is obviously very self-indulgent (in case not everyone noticed, I refer to myself as gorilla and it's a lifelong thing), not fully self-insert, but uhhh. My ideal self insert? Maybe not that either. But deeply personal and with a lot of my issues/problems/feelings projected there, that's what I mean. I don't know how enjoyable it will be for people reading it, but it's just something I really wanna write, so I'll do it anyway. And post it cuz well I'm an attention whore.

So I have been going back and forth on whether make it shapeshifter or hybrid, and I ended up deciding on shapeshifter. First of all, "weregorilla" is prime for stupid puns fueled by gorilla talk, and second, it will kida help me avoid misrepresenting gorillas (because this reader will be very aggressive and gorillas ARE NOT) + adds actually a layer of depth in the sense that I can play off the contrast of animal/human form in this case. Don't know if I'll go full on "two souls in one body" route, but there are things I want to show through the duality.

It's gonna be a classic "new addition to tf141 is a shapeshifter" plot, cuz I'm a basic bitch like that, and yes, it's gonna be poly 141 x reader but also big emphasise on found family. The more I think about it, the more I realize that it doesn't feel right for me to write it without touching on racism, in the military and in general, and it's probably gonna be very on the nose and clumsy, but this whole thing is basically on the nose and not nuanced at all. It's very much stemming from all the pent up rage I have inside, and rage knows no nuance. Oh and gender stuff too, cuz yeah, well, self-insert part, and I don't know gender. Never met her. That one would be fun actually, cuz gorillas are pretty patriarchal and form harems, but like. Where does a genderqueer gorilla fit into this hierarchy? Since obviously 141 will be like this reader's troop (gorilla pack), that would be a fun disruption if I manage to do it like I see it.

But I am very anxious about touching the race issue, and while I very much know that it's not anyone's job to educate me, if there are any black readers of mine that would be kind enough to let me run those episodes by them to make sure they are not downright awful before I post them, I would be immensly grateful. Maybe if people tell me there is no way this does not come across wrong, I'll cut it from the story. But help would be appreciated. Yeah.

So in short, it's my childish tantrum I have been dying to throw for years now, but packaged into text with four big guys liking the tantrum for no other reason than I want all four of them to be my troop.

I saw recently a post mocking the "strong female characters who are badass because they don't wear makeup and their only emotion is anger" and welp. That's gonna be it. Honestly I don't even feel upset that it looks so shallow.

One time a friend made me a birthday gift in a form of one visit to a "wreck it room" where they give you some plates and cheap old furniture and some other trash, and also baseball bats, crowbar (my favourite), a mallet and some other things. Blast heavy metal and such things through speakers. And let you break EVERYTHING in that room. Only walls are off limits, and I ended up even accidentally breaking a brick out while I was trying to break a stubborn chair leg in half. I destroyed everything they gave me in that one hour limit, even the guy who worked there was impressed. That's still one of my happiest memories.

And if channelling it makes for a shallow walking stereotype of a character, well, I don't give a fuck this time.

honestly even relaying all this made me feel better, sorry I dumped it all on you, I realize this might be not yours or anyone's cup of tea, but it's really something for me first and foremost. i think allowing myself to write dumb shallow angry shit might fix me just a little bit.

#juju's grumbles

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arudoe · 1 year ago

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Ok, first of all I have to say that I love your art style, it's just so comforting idk how to explain it but it's really really really nice

Also I saw your bruise wallpaper hc and you are so right, but which other hc do you have of them??

OMG ueueue thank you so much that is so sweet of you 😢😢

and also im soo glad you liked my silly hc hehe because i have so many its not normal actually

i made a post the other day with some of my hcs (this one) but i have plenty more!! so um enjoy 🦈

- they are both autistic (i infected them /j)

- my jay is transmasc ! (cole too sometimes depending on how i feel)

- they dont rly do petnames only like mean nicknames that are said with very much love and affection (like dummy stink fartface yk…)

- i feel like they do everything together like train play video game even when theyre doing separate things theyre tgt… like its always cole AND jay and never just them seperate… always team up for missions and everything… when they arent together the others will go wheres your other half haha stuff like that also they bicker all the timr and never say anything to each other but when the other isnt around they always talk so fondly about each otjer and 😭😭 it makes me wanna puke /pos

- they have very different music tastes (i hc jay listens to kpop and cole to 80s rock & new wave) and theyll always talk about how bad the others music taste is but secretly they actually like it… (jays kpop playlist got a save once and he was trying to figure out who it was and cole was like whoever it is has the worst music taste in the world) (it was cole who saved it) (also vice versa)

- they play every game and watch every show together and when one of them starts something without the other they get offended 😭😭

- speaking of watching cole cant handle anything scary at all but sometimes jay will somehow convince him to and always puts on the scariest stuff because he thinks its cute when cole jumps 😭

- jay still sleeps with his plushies so when they cuddle jay is spooning his plush and cole is spooning him and sometimes cole lays on jays chest

- they playfight and wrestle a lot and sometimes get seriously hurt while doing it

- they play dancing games tgt… like just dance and ddr

- also i think jay deffo dances to stim (totally not self projecting here) and his dance moves are always a bit silly so cole will copy them and jay is like are my making fun of me >:( and cole is like yeah maybe i am

- on the topic of stims they deffo mimic each other a whole lot in the sense theyll copy each others vocal stims and it annoys the hell out of everyone else because theyll say the same silly phrase over and over again for weeks 😭😭

- i also hc them both as chronically ill (jay is hypermobile and cole has arthritis) and sometimes after especially hard training days they will give each other back rubs/massages…

- they arealso borh very smart separately but when you put them together they become super stupid and lose all their brain cells

UMM okay this is kinda long so ill leave it here i have like a million more but id sit here forever writing them so 😭😭😭 once again im rly happy for ur question im kind of obsessed with them if u cant tell but um yea… enough yapping from me… adios..

#ardosyapping #bruiseshipping #IM KIND OF EMBARRASSED POSTING THIS HAHA #but its okay i love them sm…#ty for ur question op gives you a high five

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drarryloadingdot3 · 4 months ago

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drarry loading…

Hello to anyone reading this!

This Drarry themed blog was created by me a few days ago, in a fit of both inspiration and desperation 🫶

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To start off with a little something about me! You can call me Dorothea, which is my Tumblr name! (Nicknames such as Dot and Dee are okay!)

I am a minor, under the age of 18 and 14+. That’s all you really need to know, for now 😁 I use she/her pronouns, and I’m LGBTQIA+ and proud of it. If you have issues with that, why are you even here, reading the intro post of a Drarry themed blog?

… get out of here, queerphobes 😘

Okay, so! I recently made myself an account on Archive of our own, more commonly known as ✨Ao3✨, in the hopes of starting to post my own works on there. I have countless ideas already and have had them for a while now. They’re stored safely in the mess which is my forgetful brain, and a few of them also in my Notes app (I bet they all take up about half of my storage by now, haha 😅).

Earlier, I have had no way of posting them anywhere, since I am not allowed any form of social media 😬 No, I’m technically not allowed not Tumblr either, and not Ao3 (aren’t strict parents just so lovely?)

But I’m extremely tired of having my creativity limited because of this, so you know what? I’ve decided I don’t really care anymore! 😜

And here I am now, planning a huge project… I don’t know if I’ll ever achieve this dream, but I am willing to try my best. If you are willing to follow me on that journey, stay tuned and bear with me! 👇🏻

What I have in mind is a Drarry fanfiction, a story playing out post-war in Draco and Harry’s eighth year at Hogwarts. What I like most about my idea is that it has loads of plot, not just fluff and smut for the sake of the relationship working out. No, this story will be more than that, and I’m so excited at the thought of sharing it with other people! 🥰

I am quite torn on a few points at the moment. I am so afraid of forgetting about this whole idea, which would be devastating to say the least, because I have huge parts of the story already planned out in my head! But I’m also scared that if I share too much details this early on in the process, people might steal a bit or perhaps all of my theories to use for their own fanfics. As for now, I really want to write this thing myself, but if I can’t manage to do so I might request someone else to write it for me in the future. Hm, well, that’s a question for another day. If I suddenly lose all motivation 🤷‍♀️

There are a lot of flaws in this plan, just so y’all know. I need to figure out where to write my story (my storage is full as it is… 😬👍), and I need to properly figure Ao3 out. I need to make sure people find this blog, so to anyone who reads this, please reblog to share with others! I am often struggling with motivation to write, to do pretty much anything. I go to school and also have singing lessons and band practice many days of the week. So yeah, my schedule is pretty full. I have no idea how I’ll manage to find the time to write my fic, and I also don’t know what might happen to my account or even my access to a phone. Writing this fic will be risky, I will lose motivation and take long breaks, probably, I will need to find time to write where there is none… ugh, it’ll be tricky, to say the least.

What I need most of all from whoever is ready to follow me on this journey, is lots and lots of patience. There might be days where I yap and you don’t want to read, there might be months where you don’t hear from me at all. But please know I’m trying ☺️ And if anyone has any writing tips to share, especially tips on how to take time to write, how to layout a writing schedule and how to not lose motivation, feel free to share whenever! Thank you in advance 🙏

I don’t know, this fic and this blog might be a shot in the dark… I’m praying that someone will see this and gain interest.

Here’s a poll for you! I will give it one week. If the poll below shows positive responses and gets many votes, I might even share a few snippets of my writing in a near future! Just so you all know exactly what it is you’re signing up for… if my past teachers and my mother are to trust, my writing is actually not that bad 🙃

If I’m happy with the responses I get from this poll, I will share some of my writing and also make new polls! I will share more about what my fic idea is about, and soon enough I will actually begin my project!

#drarrydotdotdot #drarry #fanfiction #writers on tumblr #ao3 #upcoming drarry fanfic!

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thoselethalarts · 4 months ago

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𝓝𝔂𝔁 𝓝𝓸𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮 - 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂

(SR) Lab Uniform (Part 1): “Just Trust Me On This.”

(NRC: Alchemy Lab)

(Growl….)

Nyx: Ugghh…

Floyd: Mm? What’za matter with you, Pufferfish? You look like shit.

Nyx: Thanks, I feel like shit too. I accidentally slept through my alarm this morning so I had to skip breakfast to make it to class on time. Nyx: I’ve usually got snacks in my bag, but I forgot to grab some so I’m totally out. This sucks.

Floyd: Mmm… yeah, that’s rough alright.

Nyx: …You don’t even care.

Floyd: Nah, ��s not that. I just reeeaally don’t wanna be here right now. I’m super hungry too so I’m totally outta it right now. Floyd: I wanna skip class ‘n get lunch early instead but Striped Beakfish yelled at me for my attendance last time ‘n threatened to put me on academic probation if I don’t fix it.

Nyx: Ah, go figure. Nyx: Man… we are so screwed. How can I be expected to focus in this condition? I’m totally drained…

Crewel: Sit up straight, puppies! Stay! Class is now in session!

Nyx & Floyd: ‘Kaaaaay…

Nyx: Just gotta get through this last class and I’ll finally be free… Nyx: The cafeteria special today is fish ‘n chips too, I think. Man, that sounds so good right now. Nyx: I can get that- oh, maybe get some popcorn shrimp to go with it. Maybe even some chicken strips, and some fettuccini alfredo~ No wait! Mashed potatoes and corn! Nyx: Ack-! Focus! I can’t keep thinking about food! I gotta get these notes down on paper and then I can stuff my face all I want.

(Growl….)

Nyx: …This is gonna be the longest class of my life.

(Time passes…)

Nyx: Uggghhh… Floooyd… Floyd, I’m dyiiiing.

Floyd: Shut uuuup, I’m dying harder.

Nyx: This isn’t a competition, you dweeb.

Floyd: Yeah, cuz if it was you’d soooo be losing~

Crewel: Puppies in the back, quit your yapping and pay attention! Crewel: Now, for the rest of class I’d like all of you to apply the techniques you learned today in a practical scenario. Crewel: The following recipe I’m handing out is for a simple luck potion. All the ingredients you’ll need to make it are labelled in the cabinets at the rear of the room. Crewel: Follow the recipes to the letter and turn in your results to complete this week’s lab credits. Crewel: Find yourself a partner and get to work! You have until the end of class to finish this assignment.

Nyx: ‘Course, today of all days he wants to give us the lab work. What a drag, I was really hoping to get out early today… Nyx: Well, whatever. I guess it’s you and me then, Floyd?

Floyd: Feh, I’m not doin’ it. Writing boring lab stuff down is the last thing I wanna do right now.

Nyx: Tsk… I hear that. I’m really struggling just to stay afloat right now. Nyx: But I kinda need you for this project, Floyd. Everyone else always has partners and I’m not about to do all this work by myself right now. Nyx: What am I gonna do… Nyx: …Hey look, I know you’re in a shit mood right now and all, but could I maybe cut you a deal to help get this done?

Floyd: Hmmm? What kinda deal?

Nyx: You said you don’t wanna do any of the lab notes, and I get it, so what if we do this: Nyx: I’ll do all the writing for the lab reports for the both of us, and all you gotta do in return is mixing the actual potion. Nyx: We both know how this potion turns out already so you don’t gotta slow down on each of the steps for making it. Nyx: We get it done fast, we get out early, and then we can ditch this joint and get lunch. Sound good?

Floyd: Heheheh~ I like it. Honestly, it’s a better alternative to dicking around and havin’ to do things at a sea snail’s pace like half this class does. Floyd: Tell ya what. You buy my lunch too after this and you got a deal.

Nyx: With what money… Fine, whatever, deal. I’ll get you food, but if this potion doesn’t get us full marks, you ain’t gettin’ shit.

Floyd: Don’t underestimate me. I’m in a shitty mood but I can still make potions better than almost everyone else in here ‘n you know it.

Nyx: Yeah, and I’m counting on you to uphold that. Nyx: I like potion making more than I like paperwork, but right now I don’t have the energy to be stirring shit for half an hour. Floyd’s got enough muscle for two of me. Nyx: Alright. Lets get this shit done and get outta here, Floyd.

Floyd: Waaaay ahead of ya~

/ To Be Continued…

#ツイステッドワンダーランド #Twisted Wonderland #TWST #oc #original character #twst oc #personal story #soul writes #Nyx Nocturne #ニクス • ノクターン

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borisbubbles · 2 years ago

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Eurovision 2023 PRESHOW - part 3: the Borewhores

Time for my favourite part of any ranking - the songs that make me feel absolutely nothing. Hooray! These songs aren’t bad, but I don’t care for them. There a place for their entries at ESC, and that place is NOW!!! Bask in the glory of the grotesquely average! Or as I affectionally call them: the boring cunts.

29. ITALY Marco Mengoni - “Due vite” Autoqualifier

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Whoever reads “Borewhore slaughter” in a BorisBubbles write-up thinks there will be an Italy write-up in the mix. Your thinking is once again correct! 😁

I don’t fucking know what to say about Italy anymore. I honestly feels like they’ve achored themselves down to send male-fronted mid-range emotional ballads, each new one just as dull and insipid as the previous one. L’essenziale, Fai rumore, Brividi, what’s the fucking difference, honestly? I’d say it’s the same old, but look at their entries in the last decade, and look at ALL of their San Remo winners since 2020. There was more variation amongst any four-year Italian stretch in the 60s, 70s and 80s, the time period where Italy were consisently one of the worst countries.

Even as i’m sitting down to review this, my first instinct was “At least Marco’s handsome?” as a punchline and that says it all really? Italy fandom honestly IS barely about their songs and more about whoever (man) performs it, and what he looks like. The fucking halo effect that white mankind projects onto Italians is omnipotent and often earned, but so worth calling out in contexts like these. At least Marco IS handsome, I guess, the first *actually* handsome and charismatic Italian lead since Il Volo. No more “Protecc The Smoll Bean” nonsense.

So um, the song. God, I don’t care how many silly Spaniards rank it absurdly high on their lists, “Due vite” is boring. I appreciate that it’s inoffensively competent but good grief, it and I do not align. WHY DOES IT HAVE SO MANY WORDS. I know that Italians are a loqacious lot and yap about anything, but this stereotype personified in ballad form frankly exhausts me.

At least he’s handsome the fandom isn’t annoying about Italy this time around, I guess.

Odds at Eurovision - ITALY

Aside from the Spaniards nobody seems to care about Marco. One may think this sets up an illusive Italian male flop but I’m not quite as easily fooled. Marco WILL come top 10. Look at this field, and tell me where the jury votes are gonna go towards. Italy will receive a decent mark here. That the fans are less vocal about Italy than they normally is merely an indicator that they’ll place somewhere in the lower half of the top 10. Maybe the Mengoni special of 7th place :-)

Projected placement: 6th-10th (specifically: 7th) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

28. CYPRUS Andrew Lambrou - “Break a broken heart” Semi 2, slot #06

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You know, sometimes the broadcasters easen job. Cyprus released a teaser for Andrew’s song before release, and although it lasted for THIRTY SECONDS it told us everything we ever needed to know about “Break a broken heart”, including what the remaining two and a half minutes would sound like. Great songwriting, y’all. 😃

Upon announcement though, I harboured a faint hope Andrew would just give us another “Electrify”, fulfilling his predestined role as this year’s hapless himbot with a basic club banger. Instead Cyprus imagined some dragons and sure, if you’re going to be basic there are worse directions to go. Doesn’t take away this is some lower-end ID song here to cash out another easy low-effort qualification into the usual 21st place.

B L E R G H.

Odds at Eurovision - CYPRUS

Andrew is Australian and less awful than little Victor Varicose Vein. So I think it’s safe to state Cyprus do better than Greece? They’re guaranteed one twelve from Greece and another one from Australia. That by itself puts them mathematically ahead of several countries in that semi.

Like I honestly REALLY wish “Break a broken heart” were.. you know, good, because that would ensure Greece’s NQ while making Cyprus (which is a lock on PAPER) an even more secure qualifier. Sadlty, that’s not the case. In a fully just world though, everyone recognizes the “Break a broken heart” is just boringdull baggage nobody wants to take home with them, and both Cyprus and Greece get to hold hands as they sink into a sea of flop. Sadly that’s unlikely to happen in semi 2, unless ALL the other fringe qualifiers deliver something extraordinary. Once in the final, Cyprus will beach themselves in a 21st-ish place (with votes from Greece and Australia ONLY), and nobody will talk about them ever again. 🙂

Qualifier Tier: B+ Projected placement: 7th-10th (semi), 19th-23rd (Grand final).

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27. UKRAINE TVORCHI - “Heart of steel” Autoqualifier

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What a big pile of misery. Yes, YES, I am aware what country this is. Any of us would be highly delusional to believe Ukraine would go for something cheery at this present moment in time, but Krut and Finka were right there, on offer for the Ukrainians to take? We don’t have to like Ukraine this year, surely? Yeah it’s TAKING A STAND!! AGAINST THE EVIL INVADER!!! but if it’s about resilience and overcoming odds, then why does it sound like a fucking funeral march hmm?

For all its doom and gloom, I don’t dislike “Heart of steel” though. It is well-made and unique, which I can appreciate. But I also don’t give two fucks about it. It’s a far cry away from the usual high octane stuff Ukraine send.

More than anything, “Heart of steel” feels like the end of success story for what is ultimately one of Eurovision’s best and most consistent participating countries. While it won’t happen this year, I’ve a feeling Ukraine will continue to send entries like these, with diminishing returns until they finally ruin their perfect qualification record.

At least they’re not winning this time around, but more on that in the next rublic:

Odds at Eurovision - UKRAINE

The expectations for Ukraine differ depending on who you’d ask, ranging from “winning back-to-back” to “they’ll flop and come bottom five”. I think the expectations are wrong.🙂 Ukraine will come top 10, but nowhere near a win. Eurovision is not a charity, but there there’s clearly going to be some sort of sympathy vote.. But I also feel like this will be limited to countries with a vested interest towards supporting Ukraine (the Baltics, Poland, Czechia). Most of the other casuals I believe will have moved on, more stingy with their money in a world where general prices have skyrocketed.

In most countries the oro-Ukraine vote will be limited to the expats and refugees for the most part because, again, most of Europe has moved on and also because “Heart of Steel” is kinda unvoteable oops. I can’t make a projection of how many points that’ll be, but I’d be surprised it Ukraine got more than a bunch of fives and sixes? That should still be enough for a good result overall, but not enough to come even NEAR the actual winning entries.

Based on musical merit i would estimate a decent jury score as well, to further underline a good but not outstanding result in Liverpool.

Projected placement: 4th-10th (prediction: 6th place)

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26. ESTONIA Alika - “Bridges” Semi 2, slot #4

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What a wild rollercoaster ride for an entry I fundamentally care very little about. I went from not caring about Alika to lowkey stanning her to concluding that wait actually "Bridges” kinda sucks, so Estonia should be ranked lowish. Oops!

Idk, I think that *within the context of Eesti Laul* where it became immediately obvious (from the feedback I heard from actual Estonians) that Alika would win, I just... forced myself to like her? I also had taken it upon myself that Ollie NEEDED to lose for his overrated ~emo boy with emotions~ nonsense (no, it doesn’t work better if disguised as a Linkin’ Park song.) by all means necessary. Bedwetters would be the ideal men for the job, but again since nobody in Estonia seemed to care about them (why? Were Ollie and Alika truly that more exciting? What a crazy country.), Alika was a decent alternative, or so I thought.

Once she actually beat Ollie, I gave Alika little thought until it was time for the bulk relisten. During that I concluded that “Bridges” kinda annoys me? For something supposed to be introverted, it’s loud and pungent.

The presentation at EL does NOT help it either, as it involves Alika angrily screaming about how SHE’S BUILDING UP A WORLD OF BREECHES (what does that metaphor even MEAN, btw?) with the panache of a crazy woman who was just dragged from a river. It’s like Iceland where I feel like there’s a “solid idea” but the execution is a sloppy mess. Unlike Estonia though, iceland have a very good song AND fun performer this year, so i’m willing to forgive their flaws. 🙂

So much for the ONLY female-fronted classical ballad in this year, huh?

Odds at Eurovision - ESTONIA

Estonia are one of several countries in the second semi that are on the cusp. As i’ve written before, 7 countries are very likely through to the final: those 7 are Australia, Lithuania, Austria, Belgium, Slovenia, Armenia and Cyprus (probably in that precise order). San Marino are dead, and Poland/Romania hang on by a sliver. EVERYONE ELSE has a more or less equal shot at the final three positions. Estonia’s advantages here are (1) Alika’s powerful voice and (2) Bridges being the only classical ballad in the semi. Both of those things can help Estonia stand out and receive televotes, in a semi where their closest ally is Lithuania.

Estonia is also disadvantaged however. The first and largest of these is that the semi has a very slow start, so someone will have to kickstart it. That will not be “Bridges” which is adding reverse alacrity to the already dull proceedings

Even worse, I believe the big kicker will be Belgium. Estonia are on DIRECTLY BEFORE them, which is a very bad spot to be in.

Also, being on fourth with a ballad is never good.

ALSO, “Bridges” in its current state is shouty and miserable.

There are several things Estonia need to rethink in terms of their staging and Alika’s styling, if their ambition is to do well, let alone qualify. Currently I think they’ll come close to the Q, but will narrowly miss it in 11th or 12th place.

If they do make the final, I could see Bridges becoming one of those entries that Juries love to death and televoters don’t give two fucks about. Their result will be lower-midtable once they’ve passed the big old hurdle of “reaching the grand final with a ballad in a full televote scoreboard”. Qualifier tier: C Projected placement: 8th-14th (Semi), 14th-19th (Grand Final)

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And that concludes those I find very very boring :-) Next up are the decent entries. I’m not fully on board with them, but I understand why they’re liked. They bring something different to the table and I can appreciate that even if I’m not the target audience. 🙂

THE RANKING:

Part 1: The BAD entries (Switzerland / Croatia / Israel / Greece) Part 2: the IRRELEVANT entries (Ireland / Albania / Netherlands / San Marino)

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powertaco · 2 years ago

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Writing is weird...

I remember always enjoying writing even as a kid. I’d write the dumbest stories complete with stick figures and just be so proud of them. The oldest one I could find was a bunch of townsfolk fighting off pirates from when I was a wee lad in 3rd grade or something.

I was just as bad at describing clothes then as now so it’s nice to know some things never change.

I recall stopping in fifth grade because my teacher rather told me bluntly it was garbage and well I kind of gave up.

Fast forward to now and here I am writing every day and loving it and only wishing I’d never stopped.

The downside is that writing just makes me want to write more and more. My characters, the themes, the ships, (I am shipper trash), and all that.

It’s neat seeing my shall we say habits or phrases I keep defaulting back to or reusing. Still, being a big one I noticed.

It’s also amusing to see my same weaknesses remain such as a need to rush things and not take my time resulting in errors. I kinda wish I could stop that but I feel this push to keep going and just writing as long as it’s good enough you know?

Cause I can’t be writing some story without the idea for a half dozen more hitting me that I get invested in but I started this story first and there are people that like to actually read it so I owe it to them, myself, and the characters to finish.

Of course that just makes me sad in that I’ll never get to tell all the stories I want. I’ll just get upset at work because well I could be writing but instead I’m doing some job I don’t care about so I can barely make ends meet and not do something I actually want to do.

That all being said the idea for this week is to get Sound finished cause @amelia-yap has been waiting far too long for that. Also @scham-wcan.

Then I’d like to get Pages done for @xx-whiterose cause they’ve been doing me an awesome favor I’m trying to repay that you might see at some point.

BtS for @it-me-butts and the other fans like redspotted toad and @trialbystory who is working on their own awesome FS project atm.

I feel like I need to hyper work to clear some WIP’s before I get moving on to other things.

Still I can’t imagine doing anything else other than writing and if you’ve still made it this far here’s some cute DWR. Because I love them and have issues.

I have no idea why I made this post.

#writing #taco rambling hour #the tragic backstory #if there was one

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dumplingsjinson · 2 years ago

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so... hi. semi-long post ahead!

i went through a WHOLE FUCKTONNE of emotions this week. i'm still processing some things that have happened and it's been a lot. (i keep getting myself into bullshit so honestly, half of this shit is my fault.)

things just kept smacking me in the face - the literal consequences of my own actions, HAHA. ANYWAY, something ELSE happened yesterday, so i deleted some of my posts in regards to my personal life (read: love life). long story short, someone i talk to (i've mentioned them in passing before, and if you followed that long ass post that i updated sporadically whenever something happened, then you probably have a few people in mind. or not, idk) found my tumblr, and i didn't want them reading those posts, so i've deleted them.

(if you happen to be reading this right now, for whatever reason, hi. i still need time before i can talk to you without feeling awkward, and embarrassed and insecure and self-conscious as fuck, but just know i'll get back to you and i really like talking to you and i'm not mad at you, okay? okay.)

even though this is a personal/writing blog (mostly writing), i won't be posting about that aspect of my life for probably a while. idk, i'll see what happens but i'm just... yeah. going through it. real bad. and i don't want them seeing me posting about all of that.

and uh, yeah. i'll still post personal shit from time to time because i'm gonna do whatever the hell i want, it's my damn blog, and this isn't just a prompts/writing blog - it was never supposed to be one, but it ended up becoming kind of one. if you don't like hearing about me yapping on about shit happening in my life because you're strictly here to read my shitty lists in which i self project, then bye. it was nice knowing you <3

knowing that someone i know has access to a part of me that i try to hide from people i know is definitely a little traumatising and makes me feel a little uncomfortable (i have explicitly communicated that fact) and is making me more cautious on what i post in regards to my personal life. it's almost like my mask was ripped away from me before i could reveal myself on my own terms, but that's a whole 'nother thing which i don't think i want to delve into or else i'm gonna go into a whole tangent that wouldn't make sense.

butttt YEAH. if you don't see those posts anymore, it's cause i've taken them down.

that's basically it, just a small update, and a little bit of a vent because i had to get this off my chest.

(i won't be changing my username or anything like that because i like it too much, and i won't make myself harder to search. they've found me, and that's that. i'm just gonna be more careful with what i tell people, especially when i don't want them finding me in the first place.)

#long post #personal #venting

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trains-of-thoughts-that-lives · 2 days ago

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Desires we can't see

Chapter 1

Summary: After a year and half career break, Hannah goes for an interview for a babysitting job.

Word count : 3.7k words

A/N: This is just a I would say, introduction to Hannah, and as I put on the genre, this fic will get as Slice of life as it can get. I'm still trying to ease my way to writing again, so bear with me if you're reading this. Just act like this a filler chapter of some sort, I have many things top yap about. Anyways, please always be kind to each other and me. Have a nice week ahead!!

Divider owned and designed by: @cafekitsune

Hannah walked up to the house, all nervous and anxious. It's not like she hasn't been interviewed, but this was her first interview after a career break. From corporate to gig work. It's not even some big project, it's just a babysitting job. Yet she stands on this stranger’s porch, all nervous and sweaty.

She rings the doorbell. No answer, so she rings it again, making a mental note that if she rings the third time and no answer, she's going to have to call the employee named ‘Howard Han’ . From their conversation, they sounded like a nice person, but you can never know right? They sounded enthusiastic in meeting Hannah, but it could just be common courtesy. Hannah can now feel how sweaty and clammy her hands are, not something that's comfortable for her nor anyone that was going to shake her hand later. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves and patiently stood in front of the door.

So many thoughts were swirling inside her head now; from, why hasn’t the person answered the door? to maybe I shouldn’t have resigned from that job I had. She’s used to this, but it gets a little overwhelming when you’re trying to calm yourself. She took a deep breath and was about to ring the doorbell for the last time, the door swung open with someone on the other side of the door saying “yes, yes, yes, I'm here”.

“Yes?” The man at the door looked at her bewildered. “I'm sorry if you're selling something, we’re not interested, if you're with the girls scout, sorry but we've already brought all the scout cookies we can afford. Thank you for coming” he says as he stood at the door, holding it by the knob. He looked at Hannah nonchalantly and smiled, about to close the door.

Before he managed to close the door, Hannah quickly interrupted, “ Oh Wait! I have an interview here? Babysitting?” Hannah ended with a questioning tone,in hopes this man might have an answer. In her head, 10 million questions are already queuing up. Maybe the wrong house? Wrong address? But She checked the address 3 times and confirmed it was the house. She is sure that this is the house for the babysitting job.

“Babysitting? Wait. I don't think we're doing that today right, Maddie? Maddie!” The man yelled into the house. Seems like they were talking to someone in the house. “Oh, I think we were, didn't you schedule one today?” a voice trails to the door and a beautiful lady appears next to the man.

“We did? I did? Let me check, where's my phone?” The man reached into their pockets and pulled his phone out. The lady, Maddie, looked at the phone as well, checking his calendar together and pointed at the phone with a small ‘here’. Hannah looked at both of them and smiled, making a mental note that they are a cute couple.

“ Oh, okay I did, sorry… uh.. let me see… okay… Hannah!” The man exclaimed once he finished scrolling through his phone. “Okay, come on in, sorry about that, we’ve had a few salesperson and girl scouts coming by these days, and I can't buy anymore scout cookies” the man chuckled.Hannah just nods at his words, while walking behind them towards their living room.

“It's alright, Mr…. Han, right? Scout Cookies are nice, my favorites are the thin mints and coconut.” Hannah smiled at him, standing at one end of their sofa.

“Exactly, we’ve been buying them and didn't notice that it seems we’ve bought a little too many for a family of 4. Why don't you take a seat before we start the interview” Maddie chimed in while directing Hannah towards the sofa to sit down. Hannah smiled at the lady, assuming that it's the wife, which according to the profile, they are a married couple looking for a babysitter.

“Would you like some tea or coffee? And maybe some girl scout cookies?” Maddie asked her with a smile, in hopes Hannah will say yes, so that they can perhaps dwindle the number of scout cookies they have.

“ Uhm, tea is fine and sure, if you don't mind, thank you, Mrs. Buckley?” Hannah looked at her, beaming a wide smile at Mrs. Buckley. She’s trying to remember whether that was the name on the profile.

“Yes, Hannah, you can just call me Maddie by the way.” She smiled back at Hannah and walked into the kitchen. Hannah sighs quietly and tries to settle down. She's thankful that she read the couple’s profile last night. First impressions are super important.

Hannah took a deep breath before taking off her bag and putting down the file she was holding on the coffee table in front of her. As she was waiting for the interview to start, she looked around the house, it was cozy and nice. The house felt like it was full of warmth and love. She looks at Mr. Han looking at his phone and typing something, so Hannah decided to not start any small talk, she didn't want to bother him. Hannah looked at her hand on her knees and tried to remember the bits and pieces of the profile that the site provided.

“ So Hannah, how old are you? Do you have any experience babysitting before?” Mr Han suddenly asked her.

“Uh, yeah, during high school, I did some babysitting around the neighborhood and tutored as well!” she might have said the last sentence a little too loud, probably from being nervous. She felt mortified at her own action, and another thousand thoughts streamed through her head and she tried her best to calm down. “ Oh and I'm.. uhm, 28 years old this year, in November!” She smiles, and looks away, mortified by her own actions.

“Sorry… that was a little loud, just really excited for the interview.” Hannah added before she swung her arm, to make it seem like she's excited and was just so happy to be there. By the time she was done with the whole thing, a mug clink onto the coffee table with a small plate of girl scout cookies as promised from Maddie.

Mr. Han raised his eyebrows while looking at her and looked at Maddie. Hannah is now trying to figure out why he is looking at Maddie, doing the mental gymnastics that she’s been doing from the moment she stepped food into the porch, and coming to terms on maybe they probably think she's one of those weird kids, not that she cares about being weird or maybe she did.

“That's good to hear Hannah, do you have a resume we can look at?” Maddie side-eyed Mr. Han and sat next to him, holding his arm and squeezing it.

‘“oh, right, here is my resume and certs for reference” Hannah took out her resume from the file that she put down earlier. She opened the file and slid it down to them on the coffee table.

“I have a bachelor's degree in computer science with a minor in linguistics. I actually did some tutoring while I was studying, so if you want I can tutor as well” Hannah said proudly. Of course she’s proud, she worked hard on her degree.

“Oh, wow, that's amazing.” Mrs. Buckley smiled at the fact and looked at Mr. Han happily. “That's good to know Hannah. Are you sure you're applying for the right job? Cause your resume looks good, you can probably look for a full time job” Mr. Han asked with a skeptical tone while holding up her resume, smiling at her.

Hannah smiled back, thinking of the best way to answer the question without sounding like she's begging for the job and looking for sympathy. It's true, she would be better off working for a company, but after what happened at her previous job that she resigned from, she decided that it wasn't for her anymore. It wasn't easy to quit, but after a little persuasion and consultation with her family members, she decided to resign.

“oh uh, I'm just looking for a different life perspective at the moment. So I'm just doing gig jobs and freelancing for now. I think you shouldn’t stay in anything that does not promote growth” Hannah gives her best smile while fidgeting, playing with her hand.

“Alright, moving on. You said you did some babysitting during high school? That was some time ago, are you sure you can handle kids? Jee - Yun is almost a preschooler now and she can be a little demanding and we have Mara with us, she's in Elementary so she may need more attention as well.” Maddie asked her.

“Yeah it should be fine, I used to take care of my baby cousin growing up as well, so I'm used to kids and toddlers. And tweens.” Hannah smiled at Maddie who was looking at her resume. She looked at Mr Han who was now looking at his phone again. He was frowning at his phone.

“What's wrong Howie?” Maddie asked him. Now she's also frowning while looking at him.

“ Ouh nothing, just you know, work.” He sighed.

“Ever since stupid Gerard came back, everything's been all wrong. Chimney do this, scrub that, get this, clean that. I really don’t get why Bobby even quit in the first place” Mr. Han pinched his nose bridge and Hannah decided to make a mental note: don't or never mention stupid Gerard in front of him if she gets the babysitting job. Also, who is chimney?

His phone started buzzing. Since the phone was on the table, near to Hannah 's line of vision she could see who was calling. It's a call from captain hellspawn.

“I’m sorry Hannah, I have to take this… Hello? Yes Captain.” Mr Han got up and quickly walked away to another room. Maddie, who was still sitting at the sofa, turned her attention to Hannah “Sorry about that Hannah, so, do you have any question for us? Looking at it, you’re good to go honestly, but we’ll have to discuss it further before we make a decision.”

“Oh, that's great to hear! I don't really have any at the moment.” Hannah smiled at her and grabbed a thin mint from the plate of cookies. “Thank you for the cookies and tea, Mrs. Buckley” she said as she sipped her tea.

Mr. Han came back, with a huge frown on his face. He sat down next to Maddie. “So, did I miss anything?” he asked. Hannah shakes her head and Maddie says a quiet ‘No’, looking at Mr. Han with worry. Hannah wanted to take another cookie from the plate before a pair of small tiny hands reached the plate and took a cookie from the plate. Hannah looked over to see a toddler, probably around 3 years old. The child stared at her, just as 3 years old do. Probably checking Hannah's vibe or staring her down. Hannah says hi to her and waves. The child took a bite of the cookie she took and smiled at Hannah before running away to play elsewhere. Hannah smiles as her eyes follow the child movement “that must be Jee - Yun? She's adorable.”

“ Yeah, she is, isn't she?” Hannah smiles at the couple as they look at their child and quickly finishes the cookie she took earlier. She took one last sip of her tea and gathered her stuff. “Well then, I think I should get going since we don't have anything more to discuss at the moment.” She said as she stood up from the sofa. “Oh, yeah, of course, thank you for stopping by Hannah, We’ll give you a call once we’ve made our decision” Mr. Han stood up followed by Maddie, ready to escort her to the door.

At the door, she thanked the couple for the tea and cookies. Maddie asked her to wait and came back with a box of thin mints cookies and said that they have a lot so she should take one home. She took the box and put it in her sling bag, waved goodbye to little Jee-yun who was peeking at her and left the house.

After another interview for another gig job, she finally arrived home. She lives at her grandparents house, well technically it's her house now, her grandfather left it in his will, for her to have the house and everything in it. She entered the house, and took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the house that she has lived in since she was 13. The house used to be bustling with noise and laughter, now it's just an empty shell. All of the relatives that she considers close family have moved out, she's left alone in the house and the silence is a lot more deafening than how it used to be. The silence seemingly becomes a buzzing noise whenever she comes back home.

She goes into the kitchen to make herself some tea to calm her nerves. Seemed like today didn't go as well as she likes it to be, but that's just how life is. She knew that it wasn't going to be breezy, but it's all a little bit too tiring for her at times.

She approached her computer to boot it up and sat on the office chair. She wanted to check her email. She's praying to the universe that she’ll get some answer from a few freelance gig jobs she applied to, so far a lot of them were rejection emails.Thankfully this time, she received a more positive respond, one of them an interview, and the other one is confirmation email on the a part time job as a technician for a tech company.

A few days passed since her interview with the Buckley - Han couple. She was checking her flowers in her front yard, when her phone suddenly buzzed. She took it out and saw an unknown number. She picked it up and heard a familiar voice over the line.

“Hello? Is this Hannah… Brian?”

“Yes, this is her speaking, may I know who I'm speaking with?” She sounded a little robotic, but that's just how she learned to answer the phone over at her old job.

“Hi! It's Maddie.” Hannah was confused, she's trying to remember who Maddie is.

“Maddie? I'm sorry… Did we meet with a different name? Cause I can't really remember… uh …” finally it clicked in her head “oh! Wait! Mrs. Buckley from the Buckley-Han resident, right?”

“Yes! Correct!. I was going to call you sooner but things got a little chaotic around here.” Maddies chuckles nervously.

“Oh no, it's alright. That's understandable Mrs. Buckley. I appreciate that you called”

“Well, I just wanted to let you know that… oh okay Jee-yun, one moment, mommy’s on the phone” Hannah was bracing herself for rejection, as she always does whenever she gets a call about a job.

“Sorry about that, I just wanted to let you know that we would like to hire you as our babysitter!” Hannah was taken aback, she went silent for a second trying to catch her thoughts. “I know that we got to you later than what we're supposed to, but we really need a babysitter…” Maddie paused before she continued “Hannah? Are you still there?”

Hannah was taken aback by the news that she didn't pay attention to the call “Oh sorry, yes! I'm still here”

“So, will you be able to babysit for us, Hannah?” She could hear Maddie's hopeful voice through the phone. “Yeah, Of course!” Hannah spoke enthusiastically.

“Whew, that's good to hear. So, how soon can you start?”

“ Oh, I can start as soon as you would like, I can even start today if you want.” Hannah says enthusiastically.

“ Oh! Wow! Okay, that was what we were actually hoping for. It would be amazing if you can start tonight? Howard got scheduled for a night shift and I have to stay for overtime to cover for a friend, and no one is available to take care of Jee - Yun and Mara.” Maddie sounded delighted through the phone.

“Oh, okay, so what time do you need me to be there?”

“Maybe around… 4 pm? Would that be okay? I know it's a little early, but I Just thought you'd need to know stuff about them first and everything.”

“Yeah, sure, that shouldn't be a problem. See you later Mrs. Buckley!” Hannah ended the call and did a little victory dance. She's happy that that worked out, now she has 1 part time job, and a babysitting job, and that's good enough for now.

She arrived in front of the Buckley-Han porch and patted her hair. Something she's done countless times, probably a way to calm her nerves. The door suddenly swung open before she could ring the doorbell. Mr. Han stood a the door, looking a little impatient “Hi Mr. Han, how are you today?” Hannah cheerfully asked him.

“Ouh, hey Hannah, I'm good, come in” Mr. Han moved to the side to let Hannah in. “Sorry for the last minute call, I know it's a little sudden, but no one's available at the moment, not even Karen” Hannah stopped at her track, she tries to remember if they had brought up someone named Karen at the interview, she only remembered Gerard, which was a never mention, and Chimney, a mystery, is this a person or a chimney chimney. She doesn't know. So she did the next best thing “Karen?”.

Mr. Han turned around and looked at her “yes, Karen, a friend of ours and a family of Mara’s, it's a little complicated.” Hannah smiled and nodded. She updated her mental note: Never mention captain Gerard, Who or what is chimney? And Karen is a family member? But complicated? Mistress?? But if it's mistress then is Maddie okay with it???.

She was brought back to reality with Mr. Han introduces Mara and Jee - Yun to her.

“This is Mara and this is Jee - Yun.” Hannah smiles at them and gives them a small wave.

“Alright guys, be nice to Miss Hannah okay, Daddy has to go work, see you guys later” Mr. Han hugs them both and picks up his duffel and moves past Hannah.

“Okay, Hannah, the food has been made in the blue container in the fridge, just heat it up and serve, it's for 3 people. Emergency contacts are up on the fridge, if anything. What else… oh, Maddie will be home around 11 pm today. Oh, Jee - Yun likes Mara to pick the story book to read.” He talked as he walked to the door and Hannah followed him. “Here's the house keys, again, if you need anything, please give me or Maddie a call alright?” He smiles to reassure her that she can call him for anything.

“Alright Mr. Han, will do. I will keep them safe and sound” she smiles back and reassures him. He smiles back at her before blowing a kiss to the kids and leaving. “ Oh, lock the door okay?” He says before exiting. Hannah quickly obliged and locked the door behind him.

She put the keys into her pockets and took off her bag, putting them on the sofa. She smiles at Mara and Jee - Yun and joins them at the table, assisting them in their activity, Mara with her homework and Jee - Yun with her coloring. Seems like Jee - Yun loves doing everything with her big sister. From eating to playing to reading. It was heartwarming to see. The both of them were angels to take care of, they listened well, Jee - Yun like every other toddler liked to ask many curious questions and Mara was quiet and answered all the questions Jee - Yun had.

Nothing happened throughout the night and they slept like an angel. After they went to sleep, Hannah sat at the house kitchen counter and read up on the technical manual she had to memorize for her part time job.

She was so focused on the manual that she didn't realize Maddie was already home and was calling her. Only when Maddie tapped her on the shoulder, startling her, that she noticed Maddie.

“OH! So.. Sorry Ms. Maddie, I didn't notice you there.” she yelped and quickly lowered her voice, not wanting to wake the girls up.

“It's alright, thank you for babysitting for us today Hannah.” Maddie chuckles and smiles at her. She walks to the fridge to grab some water to drink.

“So how were the girls? Were they in any trouble?” she asked her inquisitively.

“oh, not at all, Ms. Maddie, they were angels. I didn't have any trouble at all, really.” She retorts and smiles at her.

“That's good to hear. Sorry I'm a little late. There was some traffic on the road tonight”

“Don't worry about it. I didn't even notice how late it was” Hannah smiles and glances over the time on her phone. It was 30 minutes past eleven.

“what are you so focused on by the way? You didn't even notice me calling you out” Hannah looked over at her and told her about her other part time job, how she wanted to look over and understand the manual before starting the job.

“Oh, that's great. It's good to have a head start on things.” Hannah nods at the statement as she was packing her stuff to go home. “Well, I think I'll get going then, here's the key that Mr. Han passed to me earlier today.” Hannah says and passes the house key back to Maddie.

“Thank you Hannah, for agreeing to babysit for us today! We’ll call you soon!” Maddie says all chirpy and hands her the babysitting money for today. Hannah gratefully takes it and starts walking to the door.

“It's late, so be careful going home okay. Anything, you can give me a call, you have my number right?” Hannah turns back at her and looks through her phone, showing her the number, making sure it's Maddie's. Maddie took a look and confirmed with a nod.

“Okay, saved as Mrs. Buckley…” Before Hannah could save the number, Maddie interrupts her.

“You can call me Maddie, Hannah, no Mrs. Needed.” She smiles sweetly at Hannah. Trying to add a little familiarity to her presence.

“Oh, uhh alright then, saving it as Maddie… well, thank you for today, I will get going, see you next time Mrs… uh Maddie.” Hannah smiles at her and leaves the house.

A/N: You read all that? damn, thank you, feel free to leave an ask or comment. As i said in the masterlist post, I haven't written a fanfic in like 10 years and the longest thing i've written recently is a mini thesis for my degree, and that was 2 years ago. So please be kind to little old me 😞 Thank you again for reading, have a wonderful week ahead, wherever you are!

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volleychumps · 5 years ago

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Hey so I've been dying out of stress lately (I nearly started crying) because of school and finals that are coming way to fast and I wanted to request like how the Karasuno boys would comfort their s/o (you don't have to tho)

Comforting a S/O who’s Stressed about Exams (w/ Karasuno)

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Daichi

-okay who the fUck made his baby cry he wants to know

-come on just let him talk to them

- Enters your bedroom to see you on the verge of tears as you sat at your desk, freezing at the sight

- “Are you okay?” “Dai, why would you even ask that?” “...sorry.”

- leans against your desk with a worried expression on is features, listening to your explanation on how high your anxiety was for the upcoming finals as his fingers swipe at the tears

- As you speak, he maintains eye contact with you as he slowly closes your textbook, beginning to pickup stray pens and pencils and putting them in their respectable cups until you notice

- “...Dai, what are you doing?” “Hm? Oh, don’t mind me- you’re just cut off for today.”

- “I’m what” “You heard me. Come on.”

- holds his hand out to you, gaze serious as ever as you look at him increduously, beginning to open your textbook back up

- “Dai, I’m serious, I need to-” “Alright, so we’re doing this the hard way.”

- deadass picks you up, sliding some easy slip ons over your bare feet before beginning to walk towards the exit of your house as he ignores your attempts to break free

- “This is kidnapping.” “That’s just an shorter word for giving you an opportunity to relax.”

- Buys you ice cream and takes you window shopping in order to give you some fresh air, smiling a little when he sees how relaxed you become afterwards

- Takes you home eventually, but leans his head on your shoulder while you study, giving you tips on how to do it with short intervals so you don’t run out of stamina

- Forehead kisses here and there, allowing you to take naps on his lap while he reads through his own book for school, fingers running through your hair absent-mindedly, but that helps you relax too

- so when you pass the exams, you’re walking up to Daichi in the halls with both arms raised

- “...what?” “I passed. Kidnap me.”

- Doesn’t even question it before picking you up again, kissing you on the forehead

- “That’s my girl.”

Sugawara

- “You’re ignoring my calls because?”

- You yelp, covering your mouth after doing so because you were seated in the library, your gray-haired boyfriend scaring you from behind with both hands on your shoulders before he pauses, catching sight of the brimming tears in your eyes

- “Wait, are you crying?!”

- “Suga, say it a little louder. Australia might’ve missed it.” “Shoot, sorry...”

- Cautiously takes a seat next to you, eyes scanning over the material and frowns when he sees just how many practice problems you’ve completed

- “It’s an important exam?”

- When you nod, he rolls his eyes once, simply pulling you into his chest as his hand rests on the back of your head, when you try to pull away, he clicks his tongue

- “Suga, I can’t-” “When you can’t hug your boyfriend because you think an exam that’s making you cry is more important, then we have a problem.”

- Kisses around your face, including the loose tears that were strayed down your cheeks as you can’t help the laughs from slipping your throat

- you blink as he’s suddenly shoving everything in your bag, ignoring your protests before kissing your cheek and bending his knees

- “Alright, get on.” “Suga, no.”

- “Suga, yes. Come on, I look like an idiot crouching like this.” “And what if I said you always look like an idiot?” “Then I’d say I’m an idiot who’s in love with you. Now stop yapping.”

- you roll your eyes as you awkwardly clamber onto Suga’s back, hearing his satisfied grunt when you do so

- “Perfect. Now, where would you like to go, little miss?” “...I think I’d like to be put down-” “Wrong answer!”

- takes you on a stroll through the school courtyards, not letting you off his back despite the strange stares you were getting from students

- you quirk an eyebrow when he places you under a shaded tree, letting out a few hums as he begins to unpack your stuff for you

- “Suga, what-” “We’re going to have a study picnic. You missed my calls, I missed my lunch. No complaints!”

- feeds you while you study, grinning at you when he tests you with flashcards, and high-fives you when you get it right

- “Suga, I passed!!” “Well duh, goregous-”

- Hugs you tightly as you melt into his embrace, his smile hidden in your hair

- “Never doubted it for a second.”

Asahi

- “Asahi, please, not right now.”

- poor baby was just trying to ask if you wanted him to walk you home from school, leaving the room with a frown when your tone seems annoyed

-is halfway down the hallway because he doesn’t want to bother you before he pauses, and then spins on his heel back towards your classroom

- freezes when he sees you sitting alone in your empty class, hand covering your eyes as you sob freely, thinking everyone had gone home

- “Y/N?” slowly reaches for your hand, flinching when you pull it away

- “A-Asahi, I thought I told you to go without me! Y-You don’t have to see me like...like-!”

- cuts you off with a bear hug, allowing you to cry into his shirt as his large arms embrace you

- “I want to know when you’re feeling like this, okay?” when he finishes listening to your hiccuping explanation, he plops down in the seat next to you as you eye him questioningly

- gently leans your head towards his shoulder, shushing your protests and not allowing you to lift it

- “Rest. Please? For me?”

- so, in an empty classroom past school hours, you fell asleep on your large boyfriend’s shoulder to the sound of him writing

- smiles at you as you sleep, eyes scanning over the material before he realizes that he remembers the information on the exam you were about to take, seeing he was your senior

- when you wake up a half hour later, you’re left in your seat with Asahi’s school coat draped around your shoulders, and a notebook with a sticky note on the front

- Look over these for now. I highlighted what was important. I’ll be back soon, I went to get you some tea and snacks <3

- when he slides the door to your classroom open, you tackle him in a hug, apologizing for being short with him earlier as he chuckles and pats the top of your head

- “I’m glad I came back.” “...did you get me mochi?” “Of course I got you mochi.”

- so when you pass your exam with flying colors, you’re the one to poke your head into Asahi’s classroom as the bell rings, a bright grin on your face

- “Want to walk me home?” “Nope, let’s go celebrate-”

-he plants a shy kiss on the top of your head as he swings his bag over his shoulder “-you earned it.”

Nishinoya

-Let’s be honest, he really can’t understand why you’d be so upset over an exam

- so when he catches sight of you in the middle of the courtyard from the second floor of the school, he’s darting towards you as fast as you can, holding you by your shoulders as he meets your eyes with widened ones

- “D-did someone die?” “No!” “Did you get bitten in Animal Crossing?” “No.” “Are you dying?”

- whines when you thump his head, your other hand wiping hastily at the tears in your eyes that he caught you with as you huff, turning back to your textbook as you begin your explanation

- “...that’s why you’re crying? Babe, it’s just a test!” “To you, maybe. I seriously can’t fail, and I’ve been studying non-stop.”

- frowns when he sees you going back to studying the tear-stained pages, sniffling quietly to yourself before he snatches the book from you, throwing it over his shoulder

- “Noya what-?!” “Leave it. It’s not like anyone’s gonna steal it.”

- deadass pulls you away from the courtyard, hand clasped tightly in yours as you arrive in the gym used by the volleyball club

- “Sh. No questions.” Puts a finger to your lips as he disappears and reappears with a cage full of balls

- “Noya-” “Hup! What did I say?”

- smirks at you as he puts a ball in your hand, making his way to the other side of the gym before crossing his arms cockily

- “Hit it.” “What?”

- “If you can manage to make me lose a receive, I’ll let you go do your nerd thing, or whatever.” “Noya-” “Babe, please just hit it.”

- you sigh before tossing the ball lightly in the air and hitting it with your free hand dejectedly as it projects off to the side

- “Wow, you suck.” “Yuu, I swear-” “Hit it again. Like you mean it.”

- you don’t question the glint in his eye before grabbing another ball and hitting it again, this time with more force as Noya’s eyes gleam before receiving it easily, smirking all the while

- “That’s more like it. Unless you can’t make me miss?” “...what the hell did you just say?”

- as you hit more and more balls towards your boyfriend, beginning to stop questioning his antics you realize one thing: it felt good

- “Y/N!! I love you!!” he yells as his arms form a heart with his head, grinning at you cheekily as you laugh. “Hit that ball like it’s the exam! Come on!”

- so you did, hitting many until you’re breathing heavily, arm beginning to become sore

- “How do you feel?” Noya jogs up to you, wiping sweat from his brow before you grab the front of his shirt, pulling him in to kiss him feverishly, smiling when his lips move back against yours easily as his arms snake around your waist

- “I feel amazing.” is what you whisper when you pull back, Noya running a full lap around the gym at top speed at the energy you gave him with your kiss

- “Alright baby! Let’s get our study on!” “Our?” “As long as it’s with you, I’d most definitely jump into a volcano.”

- picks up the tossed book in the courtyard, opening it seriously before pulling you in with his other arm, sitting criss-cross next to you as his eyes scan the pages

- “Alright, so where are we?” “...english.” “Shit.”

Tanaka

- Walks into your bedroom with his hands shoved in his pockets before he stalls at the sight, seeing you curled up on your bed with a textbook laying open at your side, tears streaming freely down your cheeks

- Lifts his sleeve up his arm and passed his elbow as his expression darkens, hands gentle around your tear-stained cheeks as he lifts up your face to meet his deadly gaze

- “I want names, and I want them now.”

- “Unless you can beat up an exam, babe, I can’t give you any.” “...huh?”

- plops down on your bed, facing you as his hand wipes at the tears on your cheeks before he sighs, pulling you into his chest gently

- “You scared me. I thought it was something serious-OW! Violence is never the answer!” “This is something serious to me, Tanaka!”

- “...oh.” awkwardly scratches the back of his neck as you open your textbook back up, causing him to put it down again with an eyebrow quirked

- “Why are you going back to the very thing that made you cry?” “Because I have to, so gimme.”

- deadass puts your textbook in an outstretched arm to where you couldn’t reach it, smirking when you land in his chest when trying to do so

- throws the textbook on the ground as he relaxes into your bed, not letting you go despite your protests as he hugs you to his body, smiling when you finally relax

- “Isn’t this nice?” “...no.” “Oi, don’t lie. It won’t kill you to take a little break. So I’ll cuddle you, okay? What do you want, I’ll do anything for you.”

- “Can I be the big spoon?” “...anything but one thing. I’ll do anything but one thing for you.”

- groans when you win, becoming the small spoon to his girlfriend that absolutely had him won over completely

- “Do you feel better?” “Mm. Will you kiss me?”

- cheeks turn hot immediately, turning towards you slightly before he turns back again

- “...anything but two things-” “Tanaka, just shut up and kiss me.”

- kisses you quickly after he sits the two of you up, placing a hand on the side of your cheek with reddened ones, rolling his eyes at your cheeky smile

- “Well, at least now you’re smiling. Come, let Tanaka-sensei tutor you.” “...how about you be here for emotional support?”

- “Rude, but I can do that too...are you sure? I think I’d make a great-”

- “Oh, I’m sure.” “You answered too quickly.”

Kageyama

- awkward boy doesn’t know how to react to ANYONE if there’s tears involved

- “She’s what?” “Y/N was crying in class today...” Yamaguchi puts his hands up in slight defense as Kageyama’s out the club door a split second later

- manages to catch up with you halfway down your route from school, nose buried in your textbook as he easily jogs up to put a hand on your shoulder

- blue eyes widen when you lift your head up to meet him with tear-brimmed eyes, stress evident on your features as you weakly smile at him

- “H-Hi Kageyama...” “What happened?”

- Stiffens when you lay your head on his chest, feeling his heart rate go out of control as you explain the upcoming exam, and the toll it was taking on you

-barely heard any of it because he was internally freaking out, but got the gist of it

- “Ah.” “Yeah.”

- stands there awkwardly as you manage to stop crying, still sniffling and hiccuping slightly as Kageyama hesitantly takes your hand in his

- “...it’s just an exam. If it makes you feel any better I haven’t passed one all year.”

- you stare at him for a second before laughing, causing your boyfriend to blush as his features turn accusing

- “what?” “No. I think it’s just cute. You’re cute.”

- shit why did you need to go call him cute twice in one sentence

- “...do you want to go get something sweet?” “Sure. What about your club?” “It’s you. They have to understand if it’s you...”

- “what was that?” “noTHing. what did you say?” “Uh, I didn’t say anything...”

- watches you happily eat the parfait he bought for you, feeling satisfied that you were mostly back to your usual self until he sees you opening your textbook back up, his hand reaching out to stop yours before he can realize it

- “What are you doing?” “I still have to-” “No. No exam is worth making yourself cry over.”

- “But I-” “We’re on a date, aren’t we? Pay attention to me.”

- clamps his mouth tight after the words come out, blushing at your look of surprise as he struggles to find the right words, watching as you slowly shut your textbook

- “I didn’t-!” “Alright. I’ll pay attention to you.”

- “W-wai-” “Hm? Or I can go back to study-” “nO okay yes, pay attention to me.”

- frustrated at your teasing before you giggle, stopping in surprise when his hand covers yours from across the table, ears pinkened

- might as well damn you’ve stepped out of comfort zone twice today Kageyama

- “I...I’m glad you’re laughing.”

- “What was that?” “I didn’t say anything, are you going crazy?”

Hinata

- “Hinata get off of me.” “Not until you tell me why you’re crying. I will tickle you dammit.”

- the orange haired baby had burst into your room with the play from yesterday in hand, excited to watch it with you when you had looked up at him with red eyes and wetness down your cheeks

- pins your wrists to the bed, orange eyes serious as his hands begin to trace your sides, signalling he was about to start tickling you soon if you didn’t fess up

- “Who made you cry?” “No one.”

- Hinata gettin kINKY as shit ngl

- “The upcoming stress is giving me a bit of anxiety, that’s all.” you mumble in response to Hinata’s tilted head and look of questioning as he releases you, falling on to the side of the bed as he stares up at the ceiling by your side

- “Then let’s do it together.” “Hm?”

- “I need to study too! Plus you’re waaay smarter than me, so maybe if you teach me, you’ll be able to do even better!” Sits up excitedly, pulling you into his lap as his orange eyes gleam

- “Whaddya say?” “I...that’s not a bad idea.” You blush when Hinata rests his chin on your shoulder, seeming to be deep in thought as he plays with your fingers

- “What are you thinking about?” “How to make the exam makers suffer because they made my baby sad.”

- “HinATA-” “Joking. It was a joke.”

- studies with you brightly, not letting a wrong answer bring the mood down as he simply punishes you with tickles, willing you not to get the answer wrong or you’ll face his wrath

- “u-uh, a comma?” “Nope! Come here!” “Hinata please-!”

- laughs when you let out a shriek of laughter, pausing when your hands find the sides of his jaw, your eyes looking up at him lovingly

- blushes when you lean up to kiss him once on the lips, using the opportunity to break out of his hold

- “T-That’s cheating!” “I call it, using my resources.”

- “How about this, for every answer you get right, I’ll kiss you.” he shyly states, looking off to the side as you grin at his cuteness

- “You’re on, love.” “Better not get it wrong!”

Tsukishima

- “I left for three minutes, did you miss me that much?”

- was studying with you in his living room in his empty house, leaving to use the bathroom and grab you a drink only to return to the scene before him

- you were staring down at your textbook with tears in your eyes, brows furrowed in confusion as you lift your head to meet the blank stare of your boyfriend

- “N-no...I just realized how close the exams were. It’s stressful...”

-says nothing as he sits next to your trembling figure, placing the cold can of melon juice on the table in front of you silently

- “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel-!” “I’ll listen. You have five minutes.”

- stares straight ahead as you hiccup through your explanation of worries, turning his head towards you when he’s met with silence

- “You finished?” “Y-yeah...”

- pops your can of melon juice, holding it out to you as you stare at it in confusion

- “Drink.”

- Watches as you down half the can, feeling refreshed as he takes the can and drinks the rest, setting the empty drink on the table

- “Now take a deep breath.”

- didn’t expect for you to start panicking again and runs a hand through his blonde hair before hesitating

- blonde baby isn’t good at affection

- but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it, he just feels better when you’re the one to initiate it

- puts a single hand on the top of your head, looking off in the opposite direction as he brings his knees to his chest

- “Don’t cry. It makes me feel weird.”

- looks back and sweat drops, only to see you gazing up at him with a look that screamed you’ve never done this before wtf before retracting his hand hastily

- “Are you tired?” He changes the topic quickly, and you bite your lip before nodding once. “Can I...lay on you?”

- shit why did you need to ask him he would’ve been fine if you just did it

- looks off to the side again before nodding once, feeling blood rush to his cheeks when your head is suddenly in his lap, causing the tall boy to have to steady his breathing

- “Tsukki?” “What.” “You’re really good to me...you know?”

- begins to play with the ends of your hair as your eyes droop closed, carefully placing his earbuds in your ears and selecting a soft music selection as you fall asleep, ensuring you can’t hear him

- “The feeling’s mutual.” “...hm?”

- “I said shut up and go to sleep. We’ll continue when you wake up.”

Yamaguchi

- “Y/N, you’re mom let me- whoa. Hey, are you crying?” “No Yama, I’m not.”

- Sits his bike helmet down slowly before approaching your frustrated figure, your hands clenched through your hair as you shuffle through the strewn papers, eyes brimmed with tears

- “Are you okay?” “Do I look okay?! Exams are within the next week, and no matter how much I study, I-”

- listens to you rant as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed, flinching when your voice raises octaves as if accusing him until you come to a sudden halt

- “Yama, I...” “No. Continue. Let it out, it’s okay.”

- When your boyfriend smiles his sweet smile towards you, your throat becomes choked up as your arms reach weakly out

- Hugs you immediately, smiling when you bury your face in his shirt from your sitting position

- “I-I’m sorry...” “Nope. None of that...do you know how you can make it up to me, though?” “Hm?”

- gently turns off the lamp that lit up your desk space, putting all the papers in one neat pile before tugging you out of your chair

- “Where are we going?” “We’ll figure it out when we get there.”

- Straps his jacket helmet on you tightly as he perches you on the back of his bike, ensuring you were okay with sitting with both legs to the side before kissing your forehead before fastening the strap

- “Yama, I hope we’re going to a library or something-” “Nope! Nice try, though.”

- “Hold on tight, Y/N.” as he wraps your arms around the middle of his body, grinning when he feels you tighten your grip before he begins to move his legs to begin cycling

- the fresh air calms you down immediately, and you close your eyes and lay your head against Yamaguchi’s back peacefully as you enjoy the ride

- “How do you feel?” “Better. Lots.”

- stops cycling in front of your favorite food stand, resting his bike against a rest stop as he approaches you to unfasten the helmet

- “Hey, Yama.” “Yes, Y/N?”

- was not expecting for you to reach your lips up to meet his, causing a blush to spread over his freckled cheeks when you keep him there with your hand

- “...I seriously need to study.” “Bribing me with kisses won’t work.”

- “What if I did it again...?” “I love you, but no. How about I kiss you anyways?”

- “I mean, if you want.” “Did you just play me?” “Like a fiddle.”

- Rolls his eyes before he kisses you again, you still perched on his bike as he uses the straps on your helmet to pull you in

- Exams should come sooner, tbh

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mxpseudonym · 4 years ago

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Too Many Questions

Pairing: Tommy x OC

Reader Gender Expression: Male Reader (if you don’t mind straight up characterization)

Length: 4406 words (allegedly)

Warnings: None

A/N: Very self indulgent, it’s just an idea that came to mind. I’m writing a part two because this was getting too long for a tumblr post. Part II is sappy and possibly spicy, we’ll see.

Edit: It was irking my soul that I split this piece into two parts so I combined them and now Part II doesn’t exist.

Tommy’s Betrayal

"What the fuck did you just say?"

Tommy's eyes snapped away from their leisurely journey tracing the lines on the man's face to his cool, unyielding brown eyes.

"Do you keep thinking about her because she was your last chance at salvation?"

The question was sharp and unavoidable. It was inappropriate. It was not a question at all, but a statement disguised in the most palatable way possible. Most importantly, it was telling. Who knew Tommy Shelby better than Jack Brewer? Only Polly Shelby, probably.

If he were honest, Tommy didn't even know how it happened. Jack was young, only just approaching his late twenties, yet he was the puppet master of London Town. His utterly charming but never quite polite disposition only helped unnerve gangsters and politicians alike when he monitored them like chess pieces. Rumors overtook facts, leaving the miraculous path Jack took from being a banker's apprentice to untamed royalty a mystery of folklore proportions. To add to it, Jack's boyish, handsome features made him unassuming.

"Don't mind the priss. He's just bein' a nuisance in the corner," Alfie Solomons grumbled as he led Tommy into the office. The rum runner nodded his head towards the back of his office, revealing a clean-shaven 22-year-old in an expensive suit.

"You're grumpy today, Alfie. You still skipping breakfast?" Jack asked, an airy arrogance to his tone. He didn't look up from the folder he was reading from while Alfie barked a sassy rebuttal, but when Jack did, his eyes locked with Tommy's. Suddenly he was standing and approaching the businessmen with an outstretched hand. His manner was as relaxed as his firm yet comfortable handshake. "Thomas Shelby, how are you? I'm Jack Brewer."

"I'd say nice to meet you, but I don't know yet." Tommy watched Jack's eyes sparkle.

"This has already made my day."

"Do you mind? We have a meeting?" Tommy motioned to Alfie, not bothering with many pleasantries. Jack looked to Alfie, a playful smile on his face.

"Alfie?"

"The kid's my partner anyway. He's a puppeteer and a walking omen if you can believe it," Alfie, in his own way, vouched for the boy.

"Anyone could have predicted the war between the Jews and the Italians. You just have to think," Jack said with a shrug.

"What kind of partners are you?" Tommy asked as he unbuttoned his suit jacket. Jack's eyes flickered down to take in his figure for a moment, not minding for a second that Tommy caught the motion. He even looked him in the eye after.

"Alfie provides security for me, and I help him out with projects here and there. He can let you know which ones."

"Ah, there's a lot of trust between you then." Tommy nodded.

"Not really. We just understand each other. If I were to betray Alfie, I'd lose business, reputation, and all the dark rum I can swallow. If Alfie were to betray me, it would be in vain, and I'd make sure he wouldn't be able to leave more than a glimmer of false hope to his kin when he passes. Right, Alfie?" Jack looked back to Alfie, his smile still reposed and bright.

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard you. Now quit your yapping and get over here, Tommy." Alfie motioned to the chair in front of him. Before he could, a hand reached out and placed itself on Tommy's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. It would have been warm if Jack wasn't seemingly wicked at heart.

"Don't worry, Tommy, I won't interfere. I've got work to do back here."

That was a good four years ago, and now Tommy sat shirtless on a chair in Jack's posh, surprisingly well-used kitchen. Just a moment ago, Tommy was musing about how he felt robbed. It took showing up at half past midnight with a knife wound to see Jack with mused hair, wiry glasses, and a long-sleeved thermal pushed up to his elbows. Now, Tommy was looking at that same boy as if he'd lost his mind.

"You've got a lot of balls, Jack, and you're toeing a fine line. Why would you say that?" Though it was a threat, Tommy in no way thought Jack would be intimidated. Just as he suspected, the young man remained unfazed by his tone as he clumsily splashed iodine on a cotton square.

"You've always wanted more than any man could have. You loved and married an aristocrat who betrayed you because she wanted the clean version of you, and you wanted to be that clean version. I believe we'd call that a pacemaker of sorts, someone to keep you going in a certain direction. Doesn't really work that way when you're the type to risk anything to meet your goal. But it was a good try. Be brave now," Jack said, mumbling the last part as he leaned in and focused on Tommy's arm. It was only a flesh wound, a narrowly missed shanking from a rival gang's guerilla attack turned into a jagged slash on his left bicep.

"You're an insufferable bastard," Tommy said finally.

"And you suffer plenty. Is that why you like me?" Jack's eyes shifted to meet the icy blue ones for a moment, and gave Tommy a cheeky smirk.

"When did I say I liked you?"

Jack thought to the many times they'd spent together in offices, various properties they owned, hotel rooms, and the occasional Bently. He nodded and gave a knowing smile.

"You're right. I'm presumptuous."

Jack could have just about anything he wanted- a spontaneous parade that would block traffic or a shady election alike. But despite their murky history, it was no secret that his favorite carrot on a stick was Tommy Shelby.

Jack would be dead if the tables were turned, and Jack had done what Tommy did to him. An attempt at betrayal that was now years old but still fresh in Tommy's mind by the power of something akin to regret. But Jack was a different breed of man, one that Tommy yet didn't have a grasp on.

"If you hadn't tried to betray me, you wouldn't be the opportunist I thought you were. And that would have been disappointing," said Jack after revealing what he knew back then, which was everything.

He didn't ask Tommy for so much as an apology. Instead, he was here handling Tommy like he was made of glass. Tapping the iodine against thickened skin was almost too gentle. It was unnecessary. Still, Tommy sat quietly and took it because it was past 1 AM now, and he was tired, and he liked it. In the glow of the kitchen lights, Tommy let his shoulders relax and his mind wander.

He always figured he'd end up at Jack's actual apartment. Not a safe house or his third most frequented London flat, but his real home. Thinking back to when Jack first opened the door, Tommy wondered if he'd gotten one over on the man. Jack looked surprised for a moment before rolling his eyes, holding the back door open, and telling Tommy the entry cost was getting his wound dressed. It wasn't every day he could outsmart Jack. Tommy spent a considerable amount of time pinpointing the address he'd been quietly holding onto for the better part of a year. Using it now gave away some leverage, but it was worth it to see this side of Jack, calm with the haze of sleepiness inside an equally quiet house.

Were they opposites? He often felt a pang of dreadful isolation, even when his family was bickering around Arrow house's large dining table. But Jack seemed so content in his home alone, not a soul around. He'd even sent his small staff of three away on holiday for the week to avoid being asked if he wanted tea throughout the day because it drove him up a wall.

Would he like to be in a place like this, Tommy thought? Padding through the house barefoot, a warming drink in hand. The bigness that signified luxury traded in for the gift of holding a conversation with someone in the next room and smell what's cooking from his bed. And with Jack. That would be something.

"That's why you let your guard down, isn't it?" Jack brought Tommy's mind back to the present as he finally secured the bandage. He always did that. "You're not usually this careless. Were you thinking about absolution? Did you see her again?"

"You talk too much. And thinking you're always right's going to get you killed."

"No, it's not. Aren't I right anyway?"

"No."

Jack hummed, looking Tommy over for a moment. He leaned down, one hand grasping Tommy's wrist, letting his fingertips graze over the delicate skin. The other found its place on Tommy's thigh, only the smallest indention made from his fingertips.

Jack leaned into him, centimeters away from allowing their lips to brush. Instead, he inhaled softly. His nose grazed against Tommy's cheek, then his jaw, down his neck to his collarbone then up again. Tommy could feel his heart rate speed up. How could this youngin possibly get a rise out of him like this?

"You don't smell like opium anymore, Tommy. I'm proud of you," Jack spoke softly in his ear and let his thumb stroke the inside of Tommy's wrist. Those for words made Tommy's chest leap. "That means you aren't hallucinating her because you're high. And it seems like a little more than just residual love."

"You shouldn't talk about her that way. You of all people don't have the right."

A warning.

Jack pulled away far enough to see the glossy eyes of the man he let in. It was a strange feeling to be looked at with undeserved tenderness, Tommy thought. Moreso, it was unusual to be cared for.

Are you sure you vetted your new house staff properly?

Did you take precautions at your new factory?

That ciggy's not your lunch, is it?

Whether in meetings, in passing, or on purpose, there were always questions for Tommy. And when Jack felt Tommy exceeded his usual recklessness, he let him know.

And now, Jack was asking more questions. Prying. He tilted his head slightly. A warning from Tommy Shelby wasn't to be taken lightly, no matter who you were. Jack just happened to take the weight in stride.

"I shouldn't talk about Grace like what?" Jack asked.

"Like you know how she was in this world, and how she stays with me now. You don't know anything about it."

"Tommy, you know I'm thankful to her for taking care of you. I was at the wedding, wasn't I? No ill will. This isn't about her anyway; it's about you. Who else do you talk to about her? You just keep it in, don't you?"

"Gonna refer me to another head doctor? Don't waste your breath," Tommy scoffed.

"I'm going to refer you to the best psychiatrists I know as long as we both shall live. I'll make you sick of me."

"Too late."

"Well, I have nothing to lose then."

Jack straightened, reminding Tommy that he was being held only because he missed the feeling as Jack went to the liquor cabinet. He muttered something under his breath as he grabbed two glasses. That's right.

Jack was condescending, smug, even mean at times when it came to business. But when it came to Tommy, the one who sat shirtless in his kitchen with his shoulders relaxed and eyes carefully observing him, Jack had never spoken words too sharp at him. It was unnecessary, Tommy thought, because he could take it. But perhaps it was more of Jack not wanting to treat him in a way that Tommy had to brace himself to take.

"That'll help you sleep," Jack said, placing the drink in his hand. Tommy stood, gulping the small amount of brandy with ease.

"Where am I sleeping?"

"So, you want to stay?" Jack raised an eyebrow. "I can call you a cab."

"Come off it, it's unbecoming to not host a guest in a house like this," Tommy motioned around him. The phrasing made Jack's cheeks warm. Unbecoming, like some sort of debutante being scolded.

"Is the most becoming thing to do offering you my bed?" Jack leaned in close once again, giving Tommy his big eyes full of faux innocence. When he wasn't in his high-end suits or talking quite frankly, Jack had to capacity to look adorable.

"Aren't you being presumptuous?" Tommy asked. Of all the things he could have said, Tommy didn't expect that to be the one that made Jack reel back like he'd been hit. The young man moved to lean against the wall and pointed to the stairs.

"I have several guest rooms. I don't know if the beds are turned down or what that even means, but they're there."

It was late, Tommy remembered, and Jack wasn't energized enough to keep the banter going on. Not like this. Jack took a sip of his drink and waited for Tommy. He was always waiting for Tommy.

"Is your bed turned down?" Tommy asked.

"I just told you I don't know what that means," Jack said, setting down his glass then stretching. He let his arms rest above his head. The motion revealed a toned stomach and just how low on the hips Jack's cotton bottoms actually hung.

"So you'll have to come to check for yourself, old man."

At nearly 2 AM, the only thing either of them had the energy to do was sleep. Any other revelations about Jack would have to wait until morning, and Tommy wasn't disappointed.

As he moved Jack's head from his chest and arm from around his waist, Tommy found that Jack was dead to the world when asleep. He was also prepared no matter what, evident by the new toothbrush and folded note sitting in an empty glass on the bathroom counter. The message read, 'Tommy, suit in closet, red hanger.' Did Jack know he'd wake up before him? Tommy scoffed but dressed anyway.

"What the hell are you still doing here?" Jack said through a yawn as he stumbled into the dining room at noon, where Tommy was sitting with a book and a coffee cup.

"Do you want me to leave?"

"It's fine. Taking all that smoke in your lungs is probably going to kill you," Jack said, motioning to the cigarette that was still smoking in the small ashtray on the table while he passed through to the kitchen.

"Taking its time, isn't it?"

"Don't say that. You're the only one making this fun."

"What?"

"This whole race to the top we've got going on in this city. Or the world, I guess."

"You don't have a legacy you want to leave behind when you grow old," Tommy asked. A moment later, Jack was standing in front of him with two water glasses and no willingness to accept no as an answer when he encouraged Tommy to drink.

"I'm not growing old. Someone'll get wise and kill me off before that."

Jack was as confident about this as everything else he said. He was more cynical than Tommy thought. He thought back to the one time he asked the man about the war and if he fought. Jack's answer always intrigued Tommy. Jack averted his gaze, and before quickly changing the subject, he said, "Just a bit." Whatever happened, Tommy figured it changed him.

Jack sat and made no mention of how the table's head was always his place, but Tommy could have it for now. He pulled a pastry from a dish sitting in the middle of the table and placed it in his mouth to free his hands. One picked up the paper that had clearly been read through, and one shamelessly commandeered Tommy's coffee cup. A bite of the buttery crust washed down by the coffee that made him grimace gave Jack the energy to try and read the paper. Tommy watched as the young man shuffled the pages, becoming more disgruntled by the minute.

"Why did you do this?" He asked Tommy, exasperated as he tried to find which loose insert continued the front-page story. Once he gathered it, he folded it together correctly and took a large bite of his pastry, only to be interrupted. Tommy tried to smother his growing smile and laugh to no avail. "What?"

"You're a brat."

Jack's eyes widened. He blinked for a moment, both because he never expected Tommy of all people to call him that and because he'd never seen the gangster laugh so heartily before. His mouth still full, Jack asked to clarify,

"A brat?"

"Through and through. Fussy from the moment you woke up," Tommy chuckled again. Heat crept up Jack's neck and face, but he let himself huff in amusement.

"I'm just particular."

It was a surprisingly eventful news week- horse races fixed to perfection and hollow speeches from political figures made to the public. And yet Jack found himself more interested in the unchanging man before him. He rested his chin in his palm and took Tommy in.

It was true that he hadn't expected Tommy to show up on his doorstep. But, if Tommy hadn't found his address by now, he would have been disappointed. Showing up like he did, however... Well, Jack had wanted to invite him on his own accord.

The whole thing with the Changrettas and ultimately Solomons was finally over, and Tommy could come back to him in London. They'd planned to meet on Tuesday, something about golf. Yet here, Tommy was instead, being somewhat of a nuisance. He hadn't asked if he could smoke in the house and didn't ask where the coffee was before he made. Not to mention, he handled his grouchiness with a bite of his own. A smile reached Jack's eyes and radiated through his body- this was an excellent second choice. It was like Tommy belonged there.

Almost.

"Try not to look so enamored; it's off-putting," Tommy spoke, not looking up from his book on... political influence? Something happened...

Jack reached out and placed a hand on Tommy's neck. His fingers moved up to feel the texture of his ridiculous hair cut, finally earning a glance. Jack could only imagine what Tommy would look like if he actually grew it out. The newspaper was an afterthought as Jack leaned over from his chair and pressed his lips against Tommy's. Soft, chapped, and chaste, but just what he needed all the same.

"Do I put you off?"

"All the time."

"Why are you wearing this?" Jack's hand moved to the collar of Tommy's shirt. Well, the shirt he got Tommy. The suit itself was expensive; a Belgian tailor with magic hands met Jack's requirements from the light gray color to the silver cufflinks.

"Didn't you tell me to?"

"Mm, I did. But if you're staying, then I'm just going to get you out of it."

"So straightforward."

"Says the man whose means of seduction involve alcohol, white lies about petrol, and some variation of 'let's fuck.'"

"Didn't say it was a bad thing."

"I'm making more coffee."

Jack had only placed his (formerly Tommy's) mug on the counter when the well-dressed man caged him in from behind.

"Are you not going to keep your promise?"

By nature, Jack was fearless in a way that surprised Tommy. If one believes death to be an inevitable luxury, there isn't a situation that could faze them much. In Jack's mind, either the consequence was easy, i.e., death, or it was difficult but something he'd get over at some point. Either outcome led the young man to do precisely what he wanted always.

The first time they kissed, they stood in Jack's office. Tommy was leaned against his desk, and Jack wasn't shy about leaning into him. Now in Jack's kitchen, he held that same energy. Turning in Tommy's arms, Jack wasted no time pressing their lips together again, with the older man meeting him halfway.

Tommy wasn't exactly sure how Jack managed. His kisses were dangerous- straightforward yet teasing, intense yet languid. It was helped only by the fact that they fit well together. Hands cupped a young man's face as a bold pajama-clad thigh moved between legs to press against the front of trousers. Thoughts of money were pushed aside as an expensive waistcoat was clenched between eager fingers, now a simple tool with a single-use: making them closer.

Even when he was dangerously close to light-headed, Jack considered this a worthy moment to push himself. The short breaths passed between kisses would have to suffice for now. For all Tommy called Jack bold, the young man couldn't help but let out a chuckle at how expertly dominant Tommy could be. A hand pressed to the small of his back, moving Jack and his eager thigh that brushed against Tommy's trousers closer while kissing down his neck.

"Enough," Jack breathed. Tommy looked up, unsure what he meant until Jack pushed their lips against each other again and let his hands rest on Tommy's belt. "Do you want a bed or a couch? Because I could have you right now, and I will if we go further."

The couch was closer.

Tommy's ability to concentrate was dwindling with each undone button. Open-mouthed kisses landed on every inch of available skin, making it a battle of moving fast enough to continue and not getting overwhelmed by so much contact after being touch starved. Maybe that was Jack's strategy. Sharp pain sinking into his shoulder made Tommy wince. It was a reminder that he'd been gone for a while. It was illogical and unnecessary to aim for exclusivity in whatever they called their relationship. Surprisingly, that's what made it all the more desperate.

"If I have a craving for Tommy Shelby, it doesn't matter who's around."

Jack ran a tongue over the indents of his canines and dragged it up his neck to stop and bite Tommy's earlobe.

"Hurry up," he breathed his command.

"Did something happen?"

"When?"

"I don't know." Jack shrugged and tapped his cheek. Irritatingly patient, he was. They were in front of the fireplace in the den now, a fur blanket draped over them both as they laid in their underwear. Early afternoon sun poured through the windows, illuminating the swirling smoke that left Tommy's lips.

"Then why ask?"

"Because I could know, but I always like to give you a chance to tell me voluntarily. It makes me feel less like you'd be lying to me every day if you could," Jack said, always casual, before stealing Tommy's cigarette. "Go ahead."

It wasn't that Tommy was interested in lying to the man all the time. In this instance, it was more that this was a problem Tommy got himself into and had to get himself out of. A problem that Jack had no doubt predicted like he predicted everything. Tommy thought back to his business with the Russians. Jack's first time in the Shelby Company Ltd. offices and Tommy's first time seeing the young man's face drop happened concurrently.

"Tommy," Jack almost sang his name, which only added to the tension. Tommy was a child about to be scolded for doing something he shouldn't have. "Am I too boring for you, Tommy? You had to go to the Russians?"

"A pest, always. Not boring though," Tommy said as he cleared his throat. He went to light his cigarette, giving it more concentration than required. Looking up, Tommy almost paused at the expression in Jack's eyes. There was no smile, genuine or otherwise, only the man he'd heard the haunting rumors about. What was the look he was getting? Annoyance? Disbelief? Frustration?

Instead of speaking on whatever it was, Jack placed a hand over his mouth and looked away. He swore under his breath and mumbled a few words before looking back. Maybe Jack should have told Tommy he was stupid and that the plan wasn't worth it. Doing something like this would be the nail in the coffin for any hopes of an utterly above-board business. But Jack, for once, chose his battle.

"That Tatiana Petrovna knows everything about you. The details of you being a widow, your brand of tobacco, the way you like to sin," Jack said instead. "And don't leave any weapons around. She's crazy."

Jack was good at being one step ahead or quickly recognizing when he wasn't and course correcting. But, though Tommy knew Jack wasn't a stranger to killing a man point-blank, there was still a grit that he was missing. Too eloquent and methodical to handle the Italians from New York. So he told Jack everything and how he was victorious using his Romani prowess. Jack wasn't the only strong one.

"Ah, so you're here because Polly threatened to lock you out of the safes again if you didn't take a holiday," Jack mused. That was his real question from earlier. Why the hell are you still here?

"Something like that." Tommy nodded.

"What are you going to do when you start shaking again? And hearing things?" Jack asked, offering the cigarette to its original owner.

"I'll deal with it if it happens, and it might. Nothing gin can't fix," Tommy said. He reached for the cigarette, only for it to be snatched away and tossed into the flames.

"That was a test. You failed." Jack rolled to his side, propping himself up on his forearm.

"I'm not sick, hm? I've shut the door on the war. I'm not Arthur. I can manage." Tommy could feel himself warming with anger, no, defensiveness at the idea that everything he did was to be questioned.

"I'm not letting you run around here like a dog catching rabies."

"You don't have a say in as much as you think you do," Tommy reminded him. Jack smiled in response, his eyes lightening up. He shifted his fingers then brought them to Tommy's temple in the shape of a gun.

"Go to a doctor, or I'll kill you myself. Bang."

He made a shooting motion then pulled his hand away, blowing imaginary smoke from his fingers. Tommy wondered if Jack ever made jokes. No matter his tone of voice, he always said what he meant and meant what he said. There was no getting out of this.

"What, are you my father now?

"Would you like that?"

"Christ,"

"Not quite him, either."

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