#even though you thought you were a size 44

[marv3l-drag0ns]

everyone wants to be a bear until its laundry day and you have to wear your backup pants but none of ur belted pants fit well and you hate wearing drawstring pants because that feels like defeat.

[kirasworldofwords]

11, 43, 44, 30 :D

And because I know we both love Chestappen, have some of it. 🫶🏻

Prompt 30: Only one bed

The situation was ridiculous, really.

In the dead of night, Sergio lay wide awake, his teammate - and biggest crush to date - plastered against his back, deeply asleep and snoring away quietly. Max had both of his arms wrapped around the older Mexican, whose heart almost jumped out of his chest by then, it was beating that strong. Their legs were entangled with each other's, too.

How did they get into this situation again...? Oh, right. The hotel gave them a room with only a Queen sized bed in it due to wrongful booking beforehand. As compensation, as they said - the "compensation" being a better view and a bigger bathroom.

The whole time, Sergio wondered how he'd survive the night, knowing Max. The Dutchman was quite open about his queerness, wasn't afraid to stand up for himself and his rights at all. Sergio, on the other hand... was still deeply closeted. He knew he liked men, he liked Max in particular, but he could never say it out loud. God would hate him for it.

Thus, all he could do... was lay there. Wide awake and unable to fall asleep, not when there was this particularly handsome and tall Dutchman named Max Emilian Verstappen, triple world champion, spooning him as he slept soundly.

At some point, Max even subconsciously buried his nose in Sergio's hair and sighed deeply. The latter blushed wildly at this action, trying hard not to let it get to him or to freak out. But admittedly... that was much easier said - or thought - than done.

Max stirred all of a sudden, and Sergio flinched at the abrupt movement. He groaned, blinked slowly, and gave his teammate a tired yet also confused look.

"Checo...? Why are still up...?"

Upon hearing the sound of Max's tired voice, how deep, raspy and heavily accented it was, Sergio's heart skipped a beat. Max knew him too well, didn't he... He could tell, from the way Sergio breathed alone, that the Mexican was still awake - a part of the older man was unsettled by that fact, another adored feeling cared about.

"Ah, nothing, Maxy. Just thinking. Go back to sleep."

His mouth betrayed him when the nickname "Maxy" came out of it, making Sergio sound way more desperate than he intended himself to. And the triple world champion didn't seem to buy it either.

"You think too loud... Something's wrong."

... Was he that see-through...?

Sergio's toes curled and uncurled themselves underneath the sheets, eyes downcast with a worried and somewhat scared look in them. He sighed shakily and coiled into himself just the tiniest bit, yet enough so that Max noticed it.

"Me odiarías..." (You'd hate me)

Max hummed in response and nuzzled himself even closer to the smaller man, this time consciously and willingly so.

"I think you forgot that I speak some Spanish, too, thanks to you. I could never hate you, mate... If I did, we wouldn't even be teammates anymore by now. Don't want this to end in a Lewis and Britney kind of way after all, do we?"

A hand landed in Sergio's hair, threading through it carefully. Tears prickled in the corners of the older man's eyes at the touch he received from his crush, and he sighed shakily.

"I... I guess."

Behind him, the Dutchman shushed his teammate, holding him closer than ever before as he stroked his beautiful black curls.

"It's okay, Chequito, I know... We'll talk about this in the morning, okay, liefde? Let's get some rest for now."

Sergio nodded shyly, an almost imperceptible nod of agreement. His heart screamed in sheer happiness at the nicknames he received, though a pang of fear coursed through his chest, too. So Max indeed knew... And here Sergio was, thinking he hid it so well.

"Hiding it well" his ass.

"Claro."

He felt the tiny smile Max gave him, as well as the soft kiss in his hair that followed.

"Great. Sleep well, then. Houd van je."

Sergio didn't need a translator to know that Max basically just confessed to him, hope suddenly bubbling up in his chest and making him smile. He finally got comfortable in between Max's arms, pressing his back even closer to the younger Bull's chest, which allowed the older driver to feel Max's heartbeat against his back.

"Love you too, Maxy."

[voicefromthecorner]

44. Show Us A New Day

Original Song: Blow Us All Away

Some time after everything that happened, Neku and Beat find themselves thrust into the Reaper’s Game for a mission of “Expert Mode” along with the company of a strange new Reaper named Coco...

At long last! This is all I’ve got for now and possibly forever. It’s kind of a shame to stop three songs short of having covered the whole of Hamilton, but after all the effort it took to get this far, I’m not complaining. I have some thoughts on what could be done going forward if I were to keep at this but I won’t revisit them for a while nor am I sure anything will come of them. For now, I’m content.

Honestly, I had this idea in mind a long time ago, since finishing the song for Another Day at least. Doing a song adaptation for AND was an obvious missing piece and Blow Us All Away was a solid fit for it, with a lot of characters, engagements and more guns at the end of it! Even the tone feels fitting, with this light-hearted jaunt and rosy pink silliness that ends with a character getting gunned down. It was too perfect, even if it doesn’t feel much like an ending, which AND certainly didn’t making it all the more fitting.

Writing for Coco and trying to match her speech quirks was a challenge. I do have to say though, I really appreciate her character design a lot more now. It’s so at odds with the goth/punk style that the Reapers tend to gravitate towards, which makes her a fun outlier element of the Reapers. Still dying to know what her deal is.

And of course, I did my best to include Yoshiya as much as possible. Bless him.

First Song: Neku Sakuraba

Previous Song: Another Day

Index

Transcript:

[COCO ATARASHI] Meet the cutest member of all the Reapers! I totez shouldn't brag but, dag, there's just nobody sweeter! People think my cutesy personality and look are just fake But hearts aren’t the only thing My child-like wiles can break I, like, look nineteen but my mind is older And I’ve gotta big plan, no one else could be bolder It’s colder than some other noobz But there’s no other way So today I will—

[ENSEMBLE] Show us a New Day

[NEKU] Beat? What’s going on? What’s with this “Expert mode”?

[BEAT] How come I’m here without Rhyme? We wasn’t on this road!

[NEKU] We’re back in the Reaper’s Game, but neither of us are dead On top of that, I’m seeing weird visions in my head

[SHIKI?] Rhyme and I are partners now, we're in the Game too We should just win the mission

[RHYME?] And so should both of you!

[BEAT] Wait, izzat true?

[KARIYA?] Hey, I've a promotion to pursue!

[UZUKI?] Really, Kariya? Isn't there something else to do?

[NEKU AND BEAT] …Okayyy?

[COMPANY] Show us a New Day!

[NEKU] Josh!

[YOSHIYA] Gah!

[NEKU] Joshua!

[YOSHIYA] G-Gosh! W-Why this crass display of brawn!?

[NEKU] Something weird is happening here; You must know what's going on!

[YOSHIYA] I d-don’t appreciate you being unrefined

[BEAT] Yo, what? Priss-kid sounds like he's lost his damn mind!

[ENSEMBLE] Ooooooooooh!

[COCO] Inorite?

[NEKU] Yeah, what do we do next?

[YOSHIYA] Perhaps Hanekoma will know Since you appear to be so vexed?

[NEKU] That's it! Mr H can tell us what we need to know now

[YOSHIYA] If you're satisfied with that exchange I’m just going to go now...

[NEKU] Mr H, please help us! Everyone's been acting strange We need to know how to get out. How do we start enacting change?

[HANEKOMA] Slow down

[COCO] Are you sure we can trust this guy? His beard is sketchy AF We should, like, totez bail on him; he can't help us, so whatevz!

[HANEKOMA] Who's the pint-sized sugar-plum princess of sweets?

[COCO] Uhh, WTF? I'm the sweetest petite Reaper you could meet!

[BEAT] Yo, tell us what's happening!

[HANEKOMA] Well, this isn't your Shibuya

[HAMILTON (NEKU/BEAT)] Everything's a Noise in this Shibuya (Everything's a Noise in this Shibuya??)

[HANEKOMA] That's right. So this is what you've gotta do: Know the mischief-maker behind this is right next to you Defeat the source of her Noise, rising in the air That will put an end to the whole affair

[BEAT] Wait, pixie chick is Miss Chiff? Yo, you was a liar!

[COCO] Um, duh? You had one job but now I have to take this higher! You just had to get involved, you couldn't let it go, Fuzzface, STFU and GTFO!!

[NEKU] What the—?

[HANEKOMA] I can't help more, but I promise One fight and you're done, honest

[BEAT] Okay, we got this

[HANEKOMA] You'll be home when it's destroyed. Kill the Noise. Be smart. Make me proud, boys!

[COCO] My name is Coco I am a Reaper They found me out but I'm still no weaker I’m not sorry, I have to see this through! You take away my options, there's one thing left to do

[NEKU] We beat the Noise! Are we back in the RG?

[BEAT] I gotta make a quick phone call and see! Rhyme, you okay?

[NEKU] We confer on our phones But we end up leaving that Reaper alone

[ENSEMBLE] Lying prone!

[COCO] Let ‘em turn a blind eye, LOL Then take a Player with me down to hell I quickly get up and aim my gun at Neku’s back—

[MALE ENSEMBLE] One two three four

[FULL ENSEMBLE] Five six seven—

[voraciousvore]

Bucky's (22/44)

Chapter 22: Trouble

Tanya enjoyed, for the first time in a very long time, the luxury of being able to relax and sleep in. She snoozed for a while until she woke up, well-rested. Even though her surroundings were dirty and impractical for her size, she was happy to be free and in control of herself. She wasn’t confined in claustrophobic rooms on the floor in a giant building or on display in a glass box. She didn’t have to fear being eaten either, which was a huge relief. 

Eventually, she got tired of watching TV and sitting on the couch. Ronny had never given her a tour of the gigantic apartment and she wanted to explore. After being locked up for so long, being able to walk around, stretch her legs, and do what she wanted sounded divine. She ate a quick snack and drank some water before descending from the couch to the carpet. Rather than climb down, she jumped onto a pillow that was on the floor and cushioned her fall. Up close, she could see the carpet was full of crumbs and dirt and needed to be vacuumed.  

She didn’t want to judge Ronny too harshly for his messiness. She understood life sometimes got in the way and suspected more was going on with him than met the eye. Above all, he seemed bitter, wounded, and lonely. He must be if he had been desperate enough for companionship to save an insignificant human like her. Tanya felt sorry for him, for whatever he must be enduring beneath the surface. 

She navigated the immense living room, marveling at the incredible scale of the furniture that towered over her. As she stepped around piles of trash and cans, she thought to herself that Ronny might appreciate it if she cleaned up a bit. She couldn’t do much at her tiny size, but she might be able to at least collect the loose garbage into a pile that Ronny could stuff into a trash bag and throw away. Resolved to do good for the Giant who saved her, Tanya designated a corner of the room for trash collection and began dragging plastic and paper wrappers across the carpet to that spot. The labor was tiring, but felt good on her muscles. There were many empty soda and beer cans lying around that were significantly larger than Tanya, but if she knocked them on the side she could roll them into the corner. 

 After making a neat little pile, Tanya decided to take a break and rested against an overturned can. She was far from finished, but the room was beginning to look a bit more cleaned up. She hoped Ronny would be pleased with her work. She wanted him to be happy. She leaned her head back and stared up at the ceiling, which looked like it was miles away. 

Tanya’s thoughts were interrupted by a thunderous banging on the front door. Startled, she leapt to her feet. “Ronaldo Ragoon?” a voice boomed. A Giant fist pounded hard on the wood. “Open the door!” 

Tanya was rooted to the floor, paralyzed, but she consoled herself that the door was locked. Those hostile Giants wouldn’t be able to get in. She clung to that belief, briefly, until the pounding and banging intensified to where it rattled the entire room all the way down to her bones. With a resounding crash, the door was busted in and several enormous Giants stormed the apartment. Without any time to spare, Tanya ducked inside the can to hide. 

“Geez, this place is a dump,” one of the Giants rumbled. “Are you sure this is the right apartment? If I was taking a girl home, I’d at least clean up first.” Tanya felt offended on Ronny’s behalf at these comments. 

“It’s just a pathetic little human he stole,” another Giant remarked. “Why bother?”

“This is the correct apartment,” another deep voice confirmed, and Tanya’s blood ran cold. She knew that voice all too well. Bucky. Bucky was here, in the flesh. The infamous Giant had come for her. How did he know? Tanya shuddered. She had no idea what horrors he had prepared for her if she was caught. “Find the human. Leave no stone unturned.” 

“Stone? We’re inside.” 

“It’s a metaphor, you dimwit. Just do what you’re good at and search.” Bucky rolled his eyes at the idiocy of his goons. The other two brutes began violently tearing the room apart, searching for Tanya. She huddled inside the can, too petrified to move. She wasn’t sure if she had a decent hiding place or not. The Giants stomped all over the apartment, causing earthquakes and vibrating the cans on the floor. They aggressively checked all the rooms, overturned the couch cushions, pulled out drawers and dumped out their contents, and rifled through all of Ronny’s personal effects. His apartment was cluttered before, but now it was completely trashed. 

“Are you sure we’re not wasting our time here? This Ronny fellow could’ve just eaten the human when he got home,” one of Bucky’s minions pointed out. 

“No, dumbass. Nobody steals a human just to eat it and be done with it. If they wanted to do that, they could just eat at the restaurant,” Bucky snapped. “This Giant is definitely a human sympathizer. He stole my property to save it for himself. Isn’t that obvious?” 

“What if he took the human with him to work? We can go pay him a visit,” the other thug suggested. 

Bucky shook his head. “It’s not that simple. He works at Big Corp Inc., our main business partner. We can’t just show up on their turf and start roughing up one of their employees. That would cause... friction. I’d rather avoid that if possible.” Bucky thought for a moment. “I’ll get in contact with the CEO. I’m sure we could work something out. Do one final sweep; make sure we didn’t overlook any hiding spots. Remember, humans are very small and easy to miss.” 

“Did you check this pile of trash over here?” one of the Giant voices boomed, frighteningly close. Tanya retreated to the base of the can, desperately hoping she wouldn’t be seen. A Giant shoe thudded down at the entrance to the can. Tanya could hear the gargantuan man pawing through the garbage, searching, making the cans clink against each other. Her can was tapped and rolled a few feet, making her lose her balance and topple forward into a shallow pool of leftover drink.  

A sickening metal crunch echoed from outside her shelter, bouncing the can. Another loud crunch resounded from the other side. Tanya realized, with a jolt of horror, that the Giant was smashing the cans underfoot. The Giant kicked one of the pulverized cans, sending it flying across the room. Tanya rolled back into the aluminum wall and curled up into a tight ball, helpless to resist. If she tried to run, she’d be seen. If she stayed in the can, she’d be squashed. She repressed a scream. She was going to die. 

The Giant stomped on the can she was inside, crushing it. He kicked the remnants to the side and continued to search. A trickle of dark liquid leaked out from a flattened portion of the can where the metal had been ruptured. When the brutes still failed to locate the human, they finally gave up and left the apartment, not bothering to close the door behind them. Bucky was pleased that he had at least sent a clear message to Ronny, a dreadful warning. The apartment was silent and motionless in their wake. 

In the meantime, Ronny was still at work, unaware of the men ransacking his apartment. The day was nearly done, with only an hour or so to go, and he was getting antsy. Initially, he had planned to search the nearby shops for human stuff, but he decided instead he wanted to go back and check on Tanya first. Even though he figured she was fine, he still worried about her. He got up out of his seat to top off his coffee one more time so he could power through the last hour. 

As he entered the breakroom, he noticed the three human employees that worked on the third floor talking amongst themselves in a discreet corner. They stiffened and went silent upon seeing him, eyeing him warily. He pretended not to notice them and filled up his coffee cup before walking out. 

Candy exhaled. “That was close. I could’ve sworn he saw us.” 

Connie nodded. “So what do you think about what he said? Don’t you think it’s odd? I can’t make heads or tails of it.” 

“I don’t know,” Candy admitted. “Ronny has always hated humans. So why would he want to buy human things all of a sudden?” 

“What if... he’s planning to keep a human as a pet?” the third human, Casey, piped up. She was a petite young woman with light brown hair and freckles. 

Candy went white as a sheet. “Just to torment the poor individual?” She remembered how Mr. Hardon, her creepy old boss, had nearly succeeded in kidnapping her and felt like vomiting. She knew Ronny’s sadistic streak would not bode well for any human in his care. The other two humans looked ill as well. 

“I can’t see him having anything other than malicious intent,” Casey concurred. 

“I’ll tell Martin so he can keep a lookout,” Candy assured the other two. “Hopefully he can protect us, or any other humans, from Ronny’s wrath.” 

“You’re lucky to have him,” Connie remarked, a bitter edge to his tone. He sounded jealous. Whether through ignorance or innocence, Candy overlooked his negativity. “The day’s almost done. We should probably head back to our desks.” She waved goodbye to her coworkers and they separated. 

Later on, Ronny finished up his work and turned off his computer. Martin passed by him to reach Candy’s desk. The love-struck couple kissed and hugged and conversed with cutesy, adoring words that made Ronny want to puke. Scowling, Ronny stood up and shouldered his way past the couple, glaring at both Martin and Candy. Martin held Candy closer to his broad chest protectively and narrowed his eyes at Ronny. Candy whispered something to Martin, out of Ronny’s range of hearing, that made Martin furrow his brow. He watched Ronny suspiciously with his stormy eyes until Ronny entered the elevator and the doors slid closed. 

Ronny was fuming. Seeing those two, so disgustingly in love with each other, sickened him. He wanted to smash Martin’s repulsive face in with his fist. He wanted to crush Candy in his hand and throw her mangled body against the wall. He dug his nails into his palms, muttering curses under his breath. His fiery temper started to burn with resentment like a furnace fed with coal. 

Then, his thoughts turned to Tanya. The burning magma of his rage slowly drained out of him, cooled with a softer sentiment. He didn’t want to come home to her smoldering with wrath. She didn’t deserve that. She deserved somebody soft and caring and understanding. Ronny didn’t know if he could be that person for her. Nonetheless, he calmed his temper and tried to forget his woes as he walked home. 

He started to brighten up as he approached his apartment. Today was different than other days, when he’d come home to an empty apartment and barricade himself in seclusion and misery for the evening. He had someone to look forward to now, someone who made him feel like more than just a shell of a man. He wondered if Tanya would be happy to see him. He would have to do something special for her. Maybe take her someplace nice, once she became less afraid of him and other Giants. He hoped she wouldn’t look at him with fear when he entered through the door. 

His elation morphed into concern when he noticed the door to his apartment slightly ajar. He quickened his pace and pulled open the door. Concern transformed into horror when he beheld the wreckage inside. His apartment had been destroyed: overturned furniture, empty drawers tossed all over the place with their contents spilled out, garbage everywhere mixed with his personal belongings. The rooms looked like a tornado had ripped through. 

“Tanya?” Ronny called. He was met with ominous silence. He stepped through the entryway, scouring the space with his eyes. “Tanya?” 

Nothing. He carefully walked through the mess, watching his feet to make sure he didn’t step on the little human if she was on the floor. “Tanya!” he yelled, raising his voice. “Tanya!! Are you here?” 

His heart dropped into his stomach when his calls were not answered. He meticulously checked each room, searching for Tanya and shouting out her name, but she didn’t materialize. He became more frantic, less careful with his feet. He kept looking even as the truth became clear. She was gone. Ronny had failed to protect her. He returned to the living room in defeat. He fell to his knees and tore at his scalp with his hands.  

He hated to think what might have happened to her. Was she still alive? Had Bucky tracked him to his apartment, snatched her up, sliced her to ribbons? Taken her back to the restaurant and punished her? He couldn’t imagine her last moments of horror and fear. He clenched his fists against his thighs and lamented. All the energy drained out of his body and he collapsed on the floor like a slug. He lay among the clutter and trash, the wrappers and crushed cans, and choked back a heaving sob. 

Chapter 23

Chapter 1

[stalemateserial]

44

"You know, I had a thought."

"Hmm?"

"Didn't some cassette tapes and a player get sent up on the mission?"

"Yes, now that you mention it, I remember unpacking them from the shuttle when we got up here. I was so distracted by the…" Judith pauses, not wanting to bring it up yet again. Carpe diem, et cetera. "Well, I don't even remember where I set them. I went straight to the viewport when I heard the…"

"Judy, you don't have to talk about it. Let's look for them, shall we?"

They'd expected the chore to feel like work, but it ended up feeling more like a scavenger hunt than anything. They scoured all of the bins and drawers aboard the station, rifling through the specially-designed compartments, passing over tools and equipment, bits and bobs left twirling through the cabin. After they'd turned the leisure area and the kitchenette inside out and the lab proved equally fruitless, their last area was the crew quarters. Digging through storage units in the floor panels, Judith finally found their treasure; an Advent Model 200, a great hunk of wood-grain embedded with painted plastic, studded with knobs and buttons. Right behind that was another slab of wood, two equally-sized slots cut into its front.

"I found it!" Judith called to Ruth. Ruth let out a little squeal of excitement, pushing herself off the surface of the wall she'd been searching and rocketing right next to her partner. Judith gently pulled on the left side of the slab, quickly scanning the titles on the sides of the tapes.

"Close to You, Moods, Talking Book… American acts… I wonder…" Judith opened the other side. "Led Zeppelin, Machine Head, Paranoid.… Those cheeky bastards."

"Well, make a choice, dear. I didn't even think about how much I could use some music until I remembered we have it up here."

"Okay, okay, don't look, I want it to be a surprise." Judith made her choice, freeing the tape from its protective shell and setting it into place. "Someone we both should know pretty well." There's a satisfying, mechanical click when her finger hits the play button. A winding sound, and then; a familiar piano ballad pours from the speakers. It's a bit louder than the volume Judith would have at home, but she can't help but keep it as is. Ruth turns as the words begin, a sly smile on her face.

It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside I'm not one of those that can easily hide

She offers her hand. "Care to dance?" Judith obliges, letting Ruth pull her close. One of their arms goes around the other's waist, their free hand gripping the edge of their bed frames, steadying them on the ground.

"I don't have a lot of practice," Judith confesses into Ruth's shoulder.

"Me neither," Ruth admits. "At least we don't have to worry about stepping on each-other's toes."

It isn't so much the steps as it is who they're performing them with. There's a feeling in Judith's chest she's felt a couple of times before, but didn't think she'd ever get to have again. It's enough to almost make her cry, but she settles for keeping her cheek nestled into Ruth's shoulder, following her steps while Elton serenades them. Before she's really ready, the song transitions into something that works less well for the step they're doing, and they part.

"God, I wish it didn't have to end here," Ruth sighs, wiping a stray drop from the edge of her eye. "This is what I've always wanted, just being free to do what I want, act how I want. Dance with who I want."

Judith's holding back the dam herself. "But it's wonderful, isn't it? If we have to go, if there's really no way out, at least we got some time we didn't have to hide. We got some time to shine as bright as we were meant to. I don't want this to be the end, at all. But I guess that when I think about what I'd want to do before I went, it doesn't get much grander than this."

"No, it doesn't. There's a lot of things I'm going to miss, though. I'dve had a few more of bubbie's rugelach if I'd known it'd be the last time."

"I'm not familiar."

"They're kinda like croissants, but different. Bubbie stuffed them with this filling of nuts, diced apples and cinammon," and now Ruth is wiping her mouth instead of her eyes.

"Well, now I definitely want one."

"Well, if we make it back down there in one piece, you're invited to every family function from Passover to Rosh Hashana."

"You think your family would support that?"

"I've been to space! If they don't like it, I'll tell them I got permission from God himself. What're they gonna do, go up and check for themselves?"

"Well, someone's going to need to go up, and it's sure as hell not going to be me again."

"Amen, honey. Oh, by the way, it's your move."

"You took my rook, didn't you?"

"Well, you left him wide open."

"So it goes with yours, as well. Queen takes rook, A1."

"Oh, that doesn't affect what I had in mind. Bishop takes pawn, B4"

"We're two for two, then?"

"There's a reason we're tied for games, isn't there? Keep putting up a fight, I do enjoy the challenge."

[amanyxia]

I should be writing right now but answering random questions seems more interesting to me

1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?

Closed... Gotta keep my demons away from my dreams

2: Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?

I do, except the last hotel I stayed at literally had them bolted into the shower, bastards

3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?

Tucked under me like I'm in a cocoon

4: Have you ever stolen a street sign before?

No, but the thought was there..

5: Do you like to use post-it notes?

I honestly probably should but I haven't bought any to use. Maybe someday.

6: Do you cut out coupons but then never use them?

I used to, but now I avoid taking coupons at all for that reason. I'm too forgetful

7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?

Bring on the bees, maybe I can reason with them better

8: Do you have freckles?

I have some in the summer

9: Do you always smile for pictures?

No, but I try to

10: What is your biggest pet peeve?

When people don't clean up after themselves, especially people at work

11: Do you ever count your steps when you walk?

Yess

12: Have you ever peed in the woods?

Nope

13: What about pooped in the woods?

I'm so spoiled to have a bidet that I don't think I could do it lmao

14: Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing?

No. I need to feel some music to dance

15: Do you chew your pens and pencils?

No, that's just abuse

16: How many people have you slept with this week?

I live a boring one-person life but that's alright, it's exciting enough for me

17: What size is your bed?

Queen

18: What is your Song of the week?

As They Bloom - Unlike Pluto

19: Is it okay for guys to wear pink?

Yes

20: Do you still watch cartoons?

Sometimes. I need to connect with my inner child more

21: Whats your least favorite movie?

I really hate War films, they just bore me

22: Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some?

Somewhere abandoned but cool, like maybe an abandoned haunted house would be cool

23: What do you drink with dinner?

Water or Almond Milk

24: What do you dip a chicken nugget in?

Ketchup. I drown them in a delicious blood bath of ketchup.

25: What is your favorite food?

I really love pasta, or my homemade meatloaf is pretty damn fire too

26: What movies could you watch over and over and still love?

Tim Burton films, Lord of the Rings trilogy, Studio Ghibli films, just to name a few....

27: Last person you kissed/kissed you?

The dogs count as people right?

28: Were you ever a boy/girl scout?

Girl Scout!!

29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?

Yeah, fuck it. I work hard on my body at the gym, it's looking pretty good.

30: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?

Wasn't fully a letter and they're dead but, two months ago?

31: Can you change the oil on a car?

Love cars, don't know a thing about them

32: Ever gotten a speeding ticket?

No, because I don't drive but if I did drive I'm pretty sure I would

33: Ever ran out of gas?

Nope

34: Favorite kind of sandwich?

Turkey bacon from Subway is beast or just a quick bologna sandwich from my kitchen mmm, I'm basic

35: Best thing to eat for breakfast?

Big ass omellete

36: What is your usual bedtime?

1PM, I'm a night owl but I love my mornings more than my afternoons

37: Are you lazy?

I have my days

38: When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween?

A kitty! Meow :3

39: What is your Chinese astrological sign?

Ox

40: How many languages can you speak?

English 

41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions?

Nope

42: Which are better legos or lincoln logs?

I'm more familiar with Legos

43: Are you stubborn?

Yes

44: Who is better…Leno or Letterman?

It's been a while, Leno...?

45: Ever watch soap operas?

God no. My parents used to watch Days of Their Lives and seeing that was enough

46: Are you afraid of heights?

Deathly, though going on rollercoasters and big waterslides this year helped some

47: Do you sing in the car?

If I'm vibing with what's playing, sure

48: Do you sing in the shower?

The shower is made for karaoke time

49: Do you dance in the car?

Kinda, I probably look more like I'm seizuring to the oncoming cars

50: Ever used a gun?

I have but not the deadly ones

51: Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

Years ago

52: Do you think musicals are cheesy?

I think it really depends on the musical

53: Is Christmas stressful?

Technically, no. Traumatically? Yes.

54: Ever eat a pierogi?

I think so...

55: Favorite type of fruit pie?

Apple!

56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

Therapist, Writer, Photographer, Graphic Designer, Programmer..

57: Do you believe in ghosts?

Yeah, pretty sure work has a few somehow. Those poor ghosts

58: Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

It happens quite a bit

59: Take a vitamin daily?

I take multiple vitamins

60: Wear slippers?

I did until the dog wanted a snack...

61: Wear a bath robe?

Sometimes

62: What do you wear to bed?

Oversized shirt, no pants = the way to go

63: First concert?

L.A. Guns I think...

64: Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

Wal-Mart

65: Nike or Adidas?

Honestly? Neither

66:Cheetos Or Fritos?

Fritos smell like dog feet but my salty ass loves them

67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

I'll put any nut or seed in my mouth...

68: Ever hear of the group Tres Bien?

Noo....

69: Ever take dance lessons?

Nope. Been dancing on my own since I was a kid though, I think I do alright

70: Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

Eventually some kind of big leading position at his job

71: Can you curl your tongue?

Unfortunately, I don't have any cool tricks with my tongue...

72: Ever won a spelling bee?

Never ended up entering one in school, always wanted to. My spelling has always been pretty good

73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

Yeah, I'm a crybaby over anything though

74: Own any record albums?

Currently looking to build up my little collection

75: Own a record player?

Yesss

76: Regularly burn incense?

Yeah, Dragon's Blood is best

77: Ever been in love?

Yeah

78: Who would you like to see in concert?

Would really love to trip at a Tool show

79: What was the last concert you saw?

Last went to Emo Night. But as for a big concert, Incubus and Badflower with Paris Jackson. All amazing.

80: Hot tea or cold tea?

If it's not hot it's not for me

81: Tea or coffee?

Tea. All day every day. Coffee if I need that added speed but I typically don't appreciate the anxiety that comes after

82: Sugar or snickerdoodles?

I'm a slut for a good snickerdoodle

83: Can you swim well?

No, but my ass can keep me afloat pretty well

84: Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

Yeah

85: Are you patient?

Not really, a work in progress though 

86: DJ or band, at a wedding?

Imagine a band and how dope that'd be...

87: Ever won a contest?

I don't believe so

88: Ever have plastic surgery?

Nope

89: Which are better black or green olives?

Black olives 

90: Can you knit or crochet?

No

91: Best room for a fireplace?

Mmm big master bedroom with a nice fireplace. Sleepy time and sexy time would be a lot... hotter

92: Do you want to get married?

Yes but not... But also yes. It wouldn't be the end of the world if I didn't. Just as long as I have a loyal lover by my side is all I need.

93: If married, how long have you been married?

Imagine being with someone for 69 years. Do you think they do 69 to celebrate?

94: Who was your HS crush?

Some loud party girl that only played me in the end...

95: Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way?

Used to years ago. I grew up. Hit me if I ever do that again.

96: Do you have kids?

Just the four-legged babies

97: Do you want kids

No, but then I think I don't want to die alone. But the logical part of me says I couldn't handle it.

98: Whats your favorite color?

Red, Purple, Forest green are best colors

99: Do you miss anyone right now?

Yeah.... I do

[nikkijisbackagain]

(So, score one point for each yes answer.)

1. You tried on a bra for the first time as a child or teenager 2. You like the feel of the bra on your body 3. You wear a bra even though you’re wearing men’s clothing over it 4. You wear a bra even outside the house. 5. You have your own bras 6. You own more than one bra 7. You are a collector of bras (at least 10—score an extra point!) 8. You own more bras than your wife/girlfriend 9. You always wear a bra and panties 10. You even wear a bra to sleep. 11. You buy your own bras 12. You know your proper bra size 13. You wear a bra every day 14. You try to notice which type of bra women wear through the strap showing or the contour and transparency under the clothes. 15. You wonder what it would be like to have breasts to fill out a bra 16. You remember the first bra you wore 17. You remember the first bra you bought 18. You and your wife/girlfriend “match” bras 19. You learned how to unbutton your girlfriend’s bra while wearing a bra 20. You know which type of bra to wear for particular situations 21. You are anxious to get home and put on your bra 22. You worry that someone might notice you are wearing a bra 23. You have a bra for every occasion 24. You know how to put your bra on without turning it 25. You know how to take off your bra without taking your shirt off. 26. You organize your bras by color, style, etc. 27. You have a favorite bra 28. You love shopping for bras online 29. You love shopping for bras in stores, even though you get anxious. 30. You wear a sports bra to exercise 31. You own and use push-up bras to simulate projection and cleavage? 32. You own and wear lacy bras? 33. You started out wearing your sister or mother’s bras 34. You love looking at catalogs or researching bras online 35. When you go to a clothing store, you always visit the lingerie section to browse bras. 36. You have different colored bras – and you have a favorite color 37. Buttoning and unbuttoning a bra is a magical and exciting ritual for you 38. You take advantage of very cold days to wear bras under several blouses and thus not be “discovered” 39. You love the smell of a new bra 40. You know most women don’t like bras because they wear the wrong size 41. You like bralettes, but you prefer them to have a clasp for you to button and unbutton 42. You think it’s unfair that bras cost so much? 43. You don’t mind not dressing completely like a woman… as long as you’re wearing a bra, of course! 44. You once thought you were the only man on Earth who liked to wear bras? 45. You love buying bras for your wife and girlfriend – and when you don’t get one exactly like it for yourself, you’re tempted to “try on” the gift later. 46. You unbutton your bra with one hand. 47. You looked online to find out about men who wear bras 48. You visit forums like CDH to find discussions about bras 49. You are reading this article right now 50. You are wearing a bra right now

If you scored up to 10 points: You are curious. Try on a bra immediately one or more times and retest.

If you scored 10 to 20 points: “Bronze bra”: You have at some point tried and enjoyed wearing a bra. Practice more and you might be surprised.

If you scored 21 to 40 points: “Silver Bra”: You like to wear a bra. Keep it up!

If you scored 41 to 49 points: “Golden bra”: You love wearing bras!

If you scored 50 points: “Diamond Bra”: You love wearing a bra more than any woman!

�� How many points did you accumulate?

– Do you know why you like to wear a bra?

– What items did you most identify with?

[marattsirelson]

Detroit Tampa and Indianapolis Lead in Airport Satisfaction

Detroit, Tampa, and Indianapolis Lead in Airport Satisfaction https://ift.tt/r0tPRAQ   The findings are from the J.D. Power 2023 North America Airport Satisfaction Study, released on Monday, September 25, 2023.   While Scores Increased, Crowds Still Remain a Problem at Airports Overall, the researchers at J.D. Power and Associates noted that scores increased across the board in 2023. The average score among all airports was 780 out of 1,000, even though terminals remained crowded from increased airline cancellations and delays. Researchers attribute the increase in passenger satisfaction to improved infrastructure, including improved terminals and better food and beverage options. However, the research projects crowded terminals will remain problematic in the future, as travel demand continues to increase.   A happier traveler also means one who is more willing to spend money inside the terminal. Flyers who rated their airport experience a 10 out of 10 spent an average of $44 at airport stores. On the other side, those who were “disappointed” by the airport – rating their experience 1-5 out of 10 – spent nearly half the amount.   Overall, the scores revealed flyers were happier at medium-sized airports. Terminals including Ontario International Airport (ONT) in California, Jacksonville International Airport (JAX), and Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky International Airport (CVG) were consistently ranked higher than their mega and large counterparts.   In the mega airport category, Detroit Metropolitan Wayne County Airport (DTW) ranked the highest, followed by Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport (MSP) and Las Vegas Harry Reid International Airport (LAS). At the bottom of the list was Newark Liberty International Airport (EWR), Toronto Pearson International Airport (YYZ), and Seattle-Tacoma International Airport (SEA).   Among major airports, Tampa International Airport (TPA) earned the top score for the second consecutive year. Orange County John Wayne Airport (SNA) came in second place, only three points behind Tampa. Salt Lake City International Airport (SLC) was rated third. The lowest rated airports were Philadelphia International Airport (PHL), Honolulu Daniel K. Inouye International Airport (HNL), and Montréal–Trudeau International Airport (YUL).   Flyer Favorite Indianapolis International Airport (IND) earned another J.D. Power trophy and their second consecutive win in the medium airport category, followed by Ft. Myers Southwest Florida International Airport (RSW) and Ontario International Airport. Maui Kahului Airport (OGG), Hollywood Burbank Airport (BUR), and Hartford Bradley International Airport (BDL) were the lowest rated in the category.   What do you think of the ratings? Share your thoughts on the FlyerTalk Forums. via FlyerTalk – The world's most popular frequent flyer community https://ift.tt/z8LxOZA September 25, 2023 at 05:59PM

[majestydeerakuma]

Remi!!! Yippeeee!!!

One of my friends really loves the design I gave Remi, lol

First, Remi’s design

He was originally gonna be human but decided against this and thought making him an anthropomorphic bird would be more interesting

As mentioned on the reference sheet, he has an egg on his hat that plays any song that he’s thinking of

Remi is a music lover, like, he listens to any music (especially loud music like acid house, hardcore rave and heavy metal)!

Remi also makes his own music, he is well-versed in many genres and has a wonderful singing voice

Remi is also a bit sadistic towards the birds in Dodo Re Mi due to being bullied by most of the birds when he was younger

He was around the size of the birds in Dodo Re Mi when he was little (now he’s between 6’0ft and 6’3ft as opposed to being the size the birds in Dodo Re Mi)

He was abandoned by his parents when he was a baby bird and was knocked out of his nest in the process. A yellow bird was kind enough to him to help him learn how to fly. Afterwards, Remi watched the birds in the forest/jungle perform for the plant, who is known as The King

The King eats music and if he doesn’t eat enough of it, he eats the birds! Remi liked what the birds were doing and wanted to join in. He did and The King was taken aback by Remi’s beautiful singing voice, no one had ever pleased The King until that very moment

The King even decided, after learning about Remi’s parents, that he would adopt Remi. The King would help Remi with his musical abilities. Though Remi would be bullied occasionally by other birds and it got to the point where Remi became a bit vengeful and sadistic.

Remi would become fascinated with humans and what they learn and are into and so, he decided to dress in clothing like humans and he would even sit on trees near classroom windows and listen to what humans were learning (though is also led to Remi being kidnapped once and being a class pet but Remi would soon escape after he believed he had learned enough from humans)

This is also how he found out about Jackbox and he became fascinated with You Don’t Know Jack, Quiplash, Trivia Murder Party and many more Jackbox Games

The King found it nice that Remi was happy about discovering things that birds otherwise don’t really learn. Remi would also befriend the PP10 hosts and a few other hosts

Despite Remi being adopted by The King, Remi lives in a large treehouse the size of a normal house near where The King is located

Remi is 44 years old and his birthday is March 13th, his favorite flower is a rafflesia and his favorite video game is Hitman

Remi’s name originated from the game’s title, Dodo Re Mi, combining the last two words in the name together

It’s not exactly known what species of bird Remi is either but one thing is for certain, he most likely ages in human years considering how he has looked throughout the years, so he’s most likely a fictional bird species

Even though Remi doesn’t have hands, he can grab things and do things very easily with his wings as hands

Remi is also one of the more chaotic hosts

Holy hell, this is a lot on Remi, lol :D

(Me): Imma rant about Jackbox to someone (specifically YDKJ and TMP)

(Also me): *gets too scared to start the conversation* :’)

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 98. brb x oc

a/n: AAAAAAAAAA NOT EVEN MY SHIT DAY CAN STOP ME FROM GETTING EXCITED FOR WHAT'S TO COME I HOPE YOU GUYS ARE TOO

check out the fic's playlist made by the sweet @wiipes !!

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: f l uf f, Rooster has doubts, Mav is a good dad/uncle

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32/33/34/35/36/37/38/39/40/41/42/43/44

45/46/47/48/49/50/51/52/53/54/55/56/57/58/59/60/61/62/63/64

65/66/67/68/69/70/71/72/73/74/75/76/77/78/79/80/81/82/83/84

85/86/87/88/89/90/91/92/93/94/95/96/97

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-

He looked up at the ceiling with his arms behind his head, hearing Beatrice change in the bathroom. They had a lovely dinner, but his mind was swirling with thoughts he tried to get rid of ever since morning. He told Mav about their plans for kids after the wedding. 

And his uncle was close enough to burst into flames at how fired up he got. Which he appreciated a lot, but he had to talk to Mav about a worry he had. “Done.” Beatrice’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, his eyes traveling to her shirt wearing form down to her bare plush thighs, “Finally changed.” her soft smile widened as she climbed on the bed, lying on top of the covers like he was, “Did I take too long?”

“No,ma’am, you actually were really quick.” he smirks, but the smirk doesn’t reach his eyes and Beatrice notices it. She notices it because her eyebrows furl in question, making Rooster chew his lower lip, “What?”

“You look worried.” she replies, scooting closer to him so she could prop her chin on his pectoral, her sweet smile melting his walls like it always did, “What’s the matter?”

He kept his eyes on hers for a little bit, then he dropped his head back on the pillow, rubbing his forehead with his fingertips, “...do you think I’d be a good father?” it’s a quiet question, one that almost doesn’t want to come out, almost as if he already knows the answer to it. Beatrice’s head leaves his chest and she sits on her knees, worried eyes looking at his face.

He had a good childhood, his mother did her best  to make sure he’d grow loved even without his father. He had Mav…for a while, then he broke contact, then he got back with Mav and now he’s here. “Why are you worried?” She doesnt sound angry, she just sounded curious about it, her smaller hand brushing through the sandy brown strands, the repetitive movement almost lulling him to sleep but he had to stay awake.

He doesn’t reply right away, his jaw moving with the words on the tip of his tongue, “...I…it’s just, well…you know.” he had a feeling she did, even if he couldn’t voice it outloud. Beatrice’s hand drops from his hair so she could place it on top of her thigh,her other hand tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Well, do you want my honest opinion?”

That sounded a lot more serious than he expected, “I’d like that, yeah.”

She inhaled deeply, adjusting her position on the bed before meeting his eyes, “I think you’ll be a great dad.” she smiles, “Because you were raised by a great woman and even if your father wasn’t with you physically, he was always around whenever you needed him.” his eyes didn’t move away when she explained it, “And you also have Mav.”

“Mav has no kids though,” she gave him a look, her smile widening, “...well,I mean.”

“You are his pride and joy, you know that. And you know what else?” Beatrice leans closer, lying on her stomach next to him, propping her chin up with a hand, “I see the way you are with Bibi and my other nieces and nephews. You really care about them, Roos and you hadn’t met them before me…honestly,I’m nervous too about being a mother and such.”

“You’d be great though.”

“Thank you. But…if I’m honest, I think parenthood isn’t made of knowing things from the start. You know? We’ll have to figure things out, but we’ll manage it.” she grins, her cheeks reddening just enough to make his heart beat faster.

Bradley’s own smile widened, his hand coming up to touch her cheek, “You are too cute.” he whispers, rubbing the curve of her chin with the pad of his thumb, “Thank you.” he still felt nervous, but much less than before, honestly anytime he talked to Beatrice he felt like his stress levels melt down to a minimum.

“You are very welcome.” she whispers back, leaning her lips closer to his so she could peck him, smiling against his mouth when he wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her to lay on top of him, her legs straddling his hips and their chest touching, “Is there anything else bothering you?”

She feels his hands dragging up the length of her leg, knee to the top of her buttocks, where he kept them, playing with the lace of her underwear, “No, not really…I’m just thinking now.” he begins, “Some people might consider me too old to be a father.” Beatrice furrows her eyebrows, leaning back in surprise, “I’m thirty-seven, Bea.”

“...yes, and? There are people who have kids much later in life?”

“I know and I agree with you…I guess it got me thinking a bit.”

‘About?”

Bradley inhaled deeply, “If we’ve met before now,I don’t know if I’d be able to manage everything. My feelings, my life, hell, being a father before now is insane to think of.” he murmurs, “I was too immature, too angry to think about anything else.”

But he had a hard time imagining himself without Beatrice. If they’ve met before, maybe during his TOPGUN training, he can’t say he’d be too different from now.Maybe more closed off, but he had a feeling that Beatrice would call his attention immediately. Maybe it was because he loves her so much, that thinking of being without her made absolutely no sense to him, that even if he was filled with issues back then and if they had met before, he’d do his best to keep her in his life.

“So now,I mean…I think it’s a good time, even if I’m an older dad.”

“You are talking as if you are in your seventies, Roos.” she chuckles, furrowing her eyebrows at him, “I mean, look at Leo, he’s a father again at thirty-eight. There’s no ‘oh I'm too old to be a parent’, you are a parent when you feel ready.”

Bradley purses his lips, she has a point, “Yeah,I guess so.” he rubs his hands in circles on her buttcheeks, almost as if he’s kneading dough. Beatrice looks back at his hands then at him, her cheeks a light red, “It relaxes me.” it was the answer to her unasked question.

“Of course it does.” she laughs, leaning closer to kiss his lips, “But we have to sleep, it’s nearing midnight.” of course her fiancé had to voice his complaint, trying to deepen the kiss, “Rooster…”

“I’m just kissing you goodnight.” he mutters on her lips, laughing with her before he breaks away, giving her a completely enamored look, “...you are incredible, you know that?” Beatrice’s shy smile only made his heart beat faster, his hand tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “You are so incredible and smart and funny and so sexy. “ 

“And you are all of that and more.”

“Hey,I’m complimenting you here.” he mutters, but his smile remains the same, “But I’m serious, you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.” he tries to say more but is rudely interrupted by a yawn breaking his line of thought, blinking hard up at her, trying to stay awake, “But…maybe I should continue this tomorrow huh?”

“I think that’s a great idea.”

-

“So for your bachelorette party,” Beatrice stops rearranging the boxes in the storage room to look at Shells, “As your maid of honor,I decided we should do something…relaxing and fun. No strippers or anything like that.”

She completely forgot people had bachelorette parties, “Oh. Um…okay?”

“Yeah,I mean, strippers are great but I don’t think they’d be your style,Bumblebea. So…” she taps her hands on the bartop to mimic a drumroll, before she pulls out a flier from her back pockets, holding it in front of her, “You are going to get a full spa day at the Sun’s Retreat.”

“The Sun’s Retreat? That place is always booked!How did you–”

“That’s for your maid of honor to know and you,” she boops her friend’s nose, “To enjoy.”

Beatrice looks down at the flier, a royal blue one with golden accents that had the ‘Bachelorette’ written in the same gold with curved letters. Beatrice then smiles up at Shells, before wrapping her friend in a tight hug, “Thank you, Shells.”

“You are welcome babes, you deserve it.” she smiles back, hugging her friend just as tightly, “And if I’m right, I think Rooster and the others aren’t going to have a stripper party either, Bob might’ve slipped some ideas because I prodded him so much.” the brunette tilts her head in confusion “It has something to do with a brewery, from what Bob told me so no tiddies for them either.”

She didn’t know if she should be aware of that yet, after all wasn’t it a surprise? But either way, she knew Rooster would love it, “Thank you Shells.” she smiles, holding the flier close, “I…thank you. You have no idea how much it means to me.”

“You are my bestie,ride or die till the end, babes.”

Beatrice couldn’t be more thankful, she had wonderful friends - and bridesmaids -, her family’s support and she had Rooster. With time moving, quite fast they were literally at the end of the month, it was hitting her that she’s going to get married…she’s going to get married. 

Shells watched Beatrice’s smile turn small and her friend sat down on a stool, “You okay?”

“...yeah.” it was a bit shaky and cracked, but her friend didn’t look upset, “...I’m going to get married, Shells. To Rooster.” she laughs almost in disbelief, “...I never thought I would and now,” her eyes drop to the engagement ring, “...it’s so crazy.”

“I mean the man is crazy about you so–”

“No, not that.” Beatrice sniffles, feeling her eyes sting as she keeps her hands between her thighs, looking at the horizon, “...It’s so crazy I used to think I didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve him…and now-”

“Now you are going to be Mrs.Bradshaw.” Shells adds with a smirk, gently nudging Beatrice’s arm, making the brunette laugh softly and look down at her hands, “You deserve it, Bea. You do deserve this happiness, you know that,right?” She does, now, after months of wondering how and why, she understands she’s deserving of this and there was nothing more that she’d want.

Beatrice felt like she achieved so much in such a short amount of time, she found the man she loved, the one person that was part of her life and she couldn’t see herself without him. “Anyway, we have to finish cleaning, there’s much to do.” she pushes herself off the stool, sniffling quietly before she walks towards the storage room where there were boxes that had to be organized.

She knew that from now, time would go even faster, in a blink of an eye it’d be September and she honestly felt like they were going well with it. Her aunt was helping them a lot too, everything was paid, even their honeymoon - although it was with their own money. 

And she even sent out the invitation to the triplets, much to her siblings' chagrin - with the exception of Guillermo who didn’t understand why they were so upset about it - but she assured them that if they tried anything, she’d resolve it. No one was going to ruin her wedding.

While putting stuff aside, she felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket. She pushed the box of napkins further on the shelf before pulling it out, frowning when she saw who it was, “Hello?”

“Cugina!Hello!”

“Umberto!What a surprise! I thought I’d only hear from you before the wedding.”

“Ah, no no, I wanted to ask you a question! Is Natasha going to be at your wedding?”

What a strange thing to ask- Beatrice’s eyes widened in realization, “Oh,Nat?” Shells looked up from the area she was cleaning once she heard the pilot’s name, “Yeah, she’s one of my bridesmaids, why?”

“Oh,I was curious, that’s all cugina.” there was more in there, Beatrice knew, “But oh! There was something else! Say, you and Bradley’s honeymoon will be here in Sicily, no?” she replies positively “Ah, I see, I see. And you’ll stay at a hotel, correct?” again a positive response “I was wondering because papa thought you two are staying over.”

Beatrice blinked, parting her lips, her male cousin sounded…suspicious, “Umberto.” she begins, walking deeper into the storage room, “That’s a weird comment to make, cugino.”

“Ah, yes…well…cugina is it possible that Natasha is flirting with me?”

Ah.

Beatrice chuckles, rubbing her forehead, “If you want to know cugino, yes,I think it’s very possible.” poor Umberto, oblivious as a baby when it comes to flirting and of course he’d call her since she sees Nat almost every day.

“Oh Dio Mio, when I was there I didn’t even notice.”

“I know,well…you’ll stay here a week so…you can always ask her out?”

“...that’s a great idea cugina, I will do that. And I’m sorry,I did not meant to do this with you worrying about your wedding.”

Beatrice shakes her head even if Umberto couldn’t see it, “It’s okay Umberto, I’m not mad at you, I promise. But do try talking to Nat when you come up, okay?” she laughs when he stammers over the call, “Yes,I know, bye Umberto.” she finishes the call and turns back to Shells who’s just leaning on the bartop with a little smirk, “Rooster will lose his shit.”

“Someone else joining your family,Bea? What’s with this Italian power that brings people in?”

“It’s the mediterranean blood.” she jokes, a little giggle making it’s way out of her throat, tucking strands of hair behind her ears as she continues her duties. The second time her phone vibrates, she half expects Umberto to be calling her again, but she was a bit surprised when she saw it was Mav’s number.

Wait, when did she get Mav’s number?

And wasn’t he with Rooster right now?

Beatrice pauses, looking at the phone’s screen and chewing her lower lip, ‘odd’ she thinks, but does accept the call, “Mav? Is that you?”

“Hey kiddo, sorry to bother you right now. You busy?”

“Um…” she looks around the still messy bar, “Kind of? It’s Monday,I have to help  clean the bar.”

“Ah, sure, okay. I’ll show up in a few minutes if that’s alright? I wanted to talk to you.”

Panic darts over her spine. Talk? What would Mav want to talk about with her? Nothing bad, right? Nothing…bad about their wedding,right? If he feels her anxiety through the call he says nothing, waiting for Beatrice’s response instead and when she finally says okay, he just says it’ll be fast. The call ends with Beatrice blinking at her phone, “What did Mav want?” she hears Shells ask.

“...to talk to me.” she whispers, “Should…should I be worried?”

Shells blinks then shrugs, “I mean it’s Mav. I get worried because he’s with my aunt and well, Rooster is technically his nephew/son/godson, so he’s the family Rooster has.” that makes sense, maybe it was something that Maverick wanted to talk about the wedding and not because he was against it. Right? Right, Pete would never do that.

Beatrice nodded quietly, not finding within herself to answer her friend, instead she shoved her phone back into her pocket and turned to the storage room, rearranging everything until Maverick showed up. And it wasn’t easy, because her anxiety was climbing up her spine and clinging to her brain like a sloth to a tree, but it made no sense, Mav was their biggest supporter, he wouldn’t show up because he wanted to say something bad.

Of course not.

She was being silly.

But the anxiety did return when Maverick showed up, stopped by the bar’s doors and smiled, “Hey, kiddo, join me for a short walk?” Beatrice looked back at Shells, who waved her hand at her to go on and the brunette licked her lips, rushing to meet Maverick outside the bar.

They walked a bit farther from the Hard Deck - it was strange seeing Maverick wearing uniform and not the usual clothing he’d have - with Maverick’s hands inside his pockets and sunglasses covering his eyes, “This is good.” he stops walking until they reached the beginning of the beach, where the sidewalk turned to sand.

“Oh…sure.” she says quietly, “Is there…something wrong?”

“Wrong? No, in fact I’m here to…” he pauses, inhales then looks away, before removing his sunglasses,”I’m here to talk to you.”

“About?”

“Rooster.” he begins and he sees her eyes widen in panic, holding his hands up in defense with a soft laugh, “Woah, easy, nothing bad. Nothing bad,I swear.” he lowers his arms after a few seconds when he sees Beatrice’s shoulders relax, “...listen, Bea. Do you know how much you do for that boy?” she looks up at Mav in question, “You showed up in his life at the right time, the very right time…I’ve never seen Rooster like this. He looks so happy with you.”

Beatrice’s cheeks heat up, her eyes dropping to her hands sheepishly, giving Pete a shy smile, “And not only looks happy, he is happy…I know he has doubts, he has many doubts he still hasn’t dealt with, but I want you to know that every time he’s with you he feels like those doubts are easier to handle.” her cheeks redden even more, “He hasn’t changed, personality wise too much but he’s more open about certain things and I think that’s your influence.”

Beatrice, however, makes a face,” I don’t like the idea that he changed because of me, though…’

“No, not changed because of you. He didn’t change, he’s just more open because you gave him the comfort that you’d understand him.” Beatrice’s lips close when he explains it, “...he has a lot of demons, Bea, a lot of demons some people wouldn’t be able to handle. That’s why he closed himself for so long, do you know how much it meant to him to hear that you aren’t mad when he gets deployed?”

“...well…”

“You don’t have any close family in the military,do you?” She mentions her uncle and cousin, but no one in her nuclear family, “You have the patience of someone who’s used to this and you aren’t. You did more to him than he expected you to and…I want to thank you for it.”

Beatrice’s head snaps up, “Thank me? But–”

“Rooster is my godson and my nephew, he’s…my boy. He’s the son of two people I cared deeply about, two people who’d’ve loved to have met you.” Bea’s eyes gloss over when he says that “He went through so much, sometimes all at once and seeing him so happy with you means the world to me.”

Beatrice could only look at the older pilot with her hands wringing together, speechless, her eyes shining with tears that didn’t dare to fall. She never…expected Maverick to say something like that, she never expected to be thanked because of Rooster, “Mav,” she says quietly, to which he looks at her in question, “Can I hug you?”

Pete’s smile turns fond, “I’d be upset if you didn’t.” he opens his arms and the brunette hugs his middle while his arms wrap around hers in a fatherly hug, rubbing her upper back gently. He pats her back, hearing her sniffle, “You are a good girl,kiddo. You both are good kids.” he chuckles, “You two are meant to be.” That only made the crying get a little bit louder, her hold on him tightening as she tried to control the sound of her sobbing.

“T-Thank you,Mav.”

“You are welcome kiddo.” he whispers, patting the back of her head, “You are very welcome.”

[noyzinerd]

Things that strike Derek with unrelenting fondness for Stiles Part 3:

41. When Stiles calls Derek 'Sourwolf', even though Derek will pretend to hate it despite actually loving it 42. When Stiles keeps a package of shirts in Derek's size in his room, so that, just in case Derek ever needs to borrow a shirt again, he'll actually have something that will fit 43. When Stiles wears Derek's jacket and is absolutely swimming in it 44. When Stiles loudly and confidently sang Staying Alive, despite thinking that the lyrics were 'Well you can tell by the way I always walk, that I'm a walking man, I love to walk" 45. When Stiles says that he used to hate how the Very Hungry Caterpillar ended as a kid, because, quote, 'The world is always trying to make everybody into a butterfly, when some of us are fine with being really fat caterpillars' 46. When Derek asked about the tiny grave in Stiles' backyard, that had a popsicle stick labeled Bill sticking out of it, and Stiles said that was where he buried his Tamagatchi after it died 47. When Stiles thought the band REO Speedwagon was pronounced Oreo Speedwagon 48. When someone says 'Good job, Stiles' and Stiles preens and his chemosignals smell all pleased 49. When Stiles took a sip of his orange juice after brushing his teeth, almost gagged, but then continued to drink the rest of it anyway because 'Only cowards don't finish what they've started' 50. When Derek found out Stiles had managed to steal and then make a copy of the key to the Camaro without Derek ever noticing 51. When Stiles doodles his name with The Cool 'S' 52. When Stiles stacks the Cheerios on his spoon so that he can eat them as tall Cheerio towers, because 'They taste better when you've worked for it' 53. That time Stiles asked 'Who do you think makes the shoes for Buzz, the Cheerio bee? Also, why does he wear shoes when he flies everywhere?' 54. When Stiles reminds Derek to wish Cora a happy birthday, because of course he knows when Cora's birthday is 55. When Stiles peels the crust off of his sandwiches only to eat them both anyway 56. When Stiles and Derek are just sitting quietly together and the happy scent of Stiles' chemosignals gradually grows stronger 57. When Stiles murmur-flirts in his sleep 58. When Derek sees the welcome mat placed under Stiles' window for when Derek sneaks in 59. That time Stiles bit into a muffin (forgetting that he had already been chewing gum) panicked, swallowed both, then proceeded to eat the rest of the muffin as if nothing had happened (please refer to number 49) 60. That time Stiles attempted to say 'Great' and 'Nice' at the same time and ended up saying 'Grice'

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<<Stiles' Unrelenting Fondness For Derek Spinoff Series>>

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Red is the Color of Temptation CH.3

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Idk why I didn't think to post the fic here as well but whatever lol. I'll post the first two chapters after this! Anyways, horny thoughts about old fat man and his stomach and excuse my shitty writing skills, I'm new to this 😭

(btw this isn't a first person fic, I just wrote it this way for this chapter!)

word count: 2.3k

It's 6 am when I clock out. The sun hadn't risen yet but there was a light sprinkle falling. As soon as I get home I get into the shower, washing off the grease and sweat from my shift. I usually only had a few minutes under the spray before the streaming water turns lukewarm and then freezing.

The shower helped to soothe my aching muscles but I was still tired. Not enough to fall asleep but enough that I didn't even have the energy to get up and fix myself something to eat.

It's three weeks later that I'm sitting on my couch and mindlessly browsing through channels.

My place doesn't really have any decorations, a few pictures here and there but outside of that, it looked like no one lived here.

There are two leather layers, a coffee table made of faux wood in the living room, and two hanging photographs on my wall. It was a single bedroom apartment, the room consisting of a queen bed, a desk, and a medium-sized drawer.

It's not much but it's something. It's mine, even if I have to work at a club owned by criminals.

I truly don't mind though.

I didn't have the best upbringing, but that could be said for a lot of people in Gotham.

My mother died when I was three so it was just me, my two siblings, and my dad until I moved out. My dad worked two regular jobs and some odd jobs then a there, those odd jobs being some work for the mob in our neighborhood. When my twin brother and I were old enough we started to run errands for them. Delivering money, packages, and letters for whoever needed them. It was enough to help our dad pay the bills and we really didn't mind. It was the norm for us.

That was until my brother was killed.

Shot dead in the middle of the sidewalk walking home from school. It was a drive-by and they had mistaken him for someone else. We had just turned 15.

My dad took me and my younger sister and all the money we had and moved to the outskirts of the city. That was about 8 years ago.

It's hard to lose a sibling but it's a different pain to lose a twin. For the first few years, I didn't feel like myself, I still don't but I've gotten better. The grievance isn't as strong, and the pain doesn't hurt as much, but the loneliness is still there.

But I kept moving.

I always do.

By the time I finally fall asleep it's around 4 pm in the afternoon but I don't sleep for long. I wake up about two hours later. I look around for my phone for a bit before I find it under one of the cushions of my couch. I unlock it to find several messages waiting for me. Three from Chez and one from Oz. He texts me every day or so to check up on me but every time I'm still slightly shocked to see a message from him

Cheeze: hru?

The topic moves on.

Cheeze: are u fucking mr boss man? Cheese: wait are you sleeping?

Fuck hell.

Me: …not anymore Me: go away!

The answer I receive is instantaneous.

Cheeze: so thats a yes…lol! Cheeze: he good in bed or???

Me: i am not fucking mr boss man Me: why would you even think that?

My phone buzzes again.

Cheeze: i saw you go into his office Cheeze: is it considered a office? Cheeze: it don't got a door dawg…

I genuinely need new fucking friends. Actually, just a “friend” because Chez is my only friend.

I am not lonely…

I am not lying…

I don't even want to give her the satisfaction of a reply, but I'm so bored I end up replying anyway.

Me: it's a private room. Me: he has an office with a door in the 44. Me: this doesn't mean im fucking him

I decide to ignore the new messages Chez sends, instead going to look at Oz's message.

Oz: Are you up? You got time for an early dinner?

What do I even say to this? I know Oz isn't the typical boss but it's not like I can out with him.

Wait is this a date? By definition, sure. In my mind, maybe, though he could just consider this as him checking up on me.

Me: I wouldn't call 6 pm an early dinner

Oz is typing…

Oz: It is if you sleep through the day!

Well, that was quick.

I don't date anyone, I don't meet anyone, and I practically don't speak to anyone beyond what was necessary. I only ever go out with Chez if I'm feeling up to it. I'm not really a people person. But this is completely different. It wouldn't really mean anything if this was a date. It could be like a friend date, like the ones I have with Chez.

Am I even friends with Oz? I'm pretty sure I am. We've been talking more during my shifts, I've even been making him some new drinks for him to test. We even played cards together!

We're definitely friends. Totally!

Me: Sure why not :)

I stare at the screen, waiting for the three dot-dot-dots designating a response.

I'm nervous.

Oz: I'll pick you up Oz: Think you can be ready in about 30 minutes?

Wait what?

Me: U KNOW WHERE I LIVE?!?!?!

A new text bubble forms, only to disappear. It pops up again.

Oz: You should know better

Me: wut does that even mean

Oz: See you in 30

He's going to drive me fucking insane.

---

I get up to open the door 30 minutes later when there's a knock on the door. I open it to find Oz leaning against the right side of my door, his arm above my head and sweat running down his brow. He looks exhausted and like he's in pain.

“Are you okay?”

“Can I sit?” He rasps out, not answering my question.

“Yeah, of course.” I say as I step out of the way.

He moves past me, making a beeline to the couch closet from us, and his limp is more obvious. He takes a seat and leans back into my couch. I don't know what to do so I just stand there and watch him. Luckily Oz speaks for me.

“Your elevator is out,” He pinches the bridge of his nose, closes his eyes, and sighs. “Had to walk up 3 flights of stairs. I just need a minute to rest.”

“Shit sorry, I thought you would call me to come down,” I say, moving towards him, “If I knew you were coming up I woulda told you the elevator on this side was out.”

He only grunts.

“I've got some painkillers if you want them.”

"Hmm?"

“For your leg. I'm assuming that's the problem.”

He opens his eyes again and turns his head to look at me. He looks surprised that I even offered. It kind of makes me sad.

“Yeah I would appreciate that.” he mumbles.

When I get back with the painkillers and a bottle of water, he's leaning forward on his knee and his bad leg stretched out in front of him. He looks lost in thought and doesn't hear me the first time I call him.

“Here you go Oz.”

He smiles.

“Thank you doll.”

He has a beautiful smile.

I know Oz isn't considered attractive by societal views. He's an old heavyset guy riddled with scars that has a limp, not your average-looking Joe. Yet I personally think he's nice to look at. Scars are something endearing to me, they tell a story visually. They are proof of a life of hard graft, pain, and strong will.

Plus bigger guys are more my style anyway.

I wouldn't say I'm in love, definitely not that, but over the past few weeks of talking to him and being in his presence, I would say I have a pretty decent crush on him. He's just really interesting to me. He's a mystery I want to solve and immerse myself in. I find that most days my mind wanders to the thought of him, thinking of the things he could possibly be doing. Counting cash, smoking a cigar, or beating the shit out of someone. I'm not blind to the things that Oz gets up to and he's made that distinctly clear since we've started talking.

Yet I'm drawn to this dangerous, unattainable man in a way that's completely indescribable.

I know I shouldn't be getting as close as I am to him but I can't help it. I'm fucking lonely and I can tell he his too. We both need a real friend.

No harm in it.

“Why did you want to go to dinner?” I ask, trying to refocus on actually talking to Oz rather than staring at him.

“Why? Not interested in a free meal before work?” he chuckles.

I click my tongue, “I didn't say that, I was just curious is all.”

“I needed to get out, so why not get out with someone that I can keep a genuine conversation with.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“What do you mean nuh-uh?

"Me? Keep a conversation? You're real funny Oz.”

“You don't think ya can?” he's laughing again, the pain that was once on his face now residing.

“It's more of me just answering your questions, you're the one that keeps it going.”

“Well I like your answers girlie.”

I smile, small and coy.

“Glad you think so, Oz.”

His mouth quirks, and stretches his bad ankle a few times before standing up from the couch.

“We should get going.”

“Yeah.”

“What are you in the mood for?”

“I don't know, I assumed you had someplace in mind,” I say standing next to him, “What do you want?”

He chuckles, “I'll pretty much eat anything.”

My lips turn into a soft small smile, “How 'bout Mexican?”

He smiles and nods.

---

I hadn't noticed what Oz was wearing when he first came by, more so worried about him, but now that we're walking into the restaurant, I take the time to really look him over. He's wearing a fine suit, black pants and a shirt so dark it seems to swallow the light around it, and a red jacket so rich I've never seen it before. He tops it off with a white tie.

He looks handsome.

Me, on the other hand, I looked raggedy. I'm wearing a pair of dark blue wide-leg pants, a cropped black sweater with a white and red flannel over it, and a pair of old Doc Martens.

My favorite dirty boots by the way.

I should've known that Oz wouldn't take us somewhere more casual. We're at this place called Javier's Cantina. It's definitely out of my price range, the place is covered in beautiful dark brown wood and tan stone walls. High ceilings with long lanterns and ceiling fans hanging from them, filling the room with low yellowish light. It was beautiful.

“Wow.'' is all I can muster.

“Like it?”

“Yeah! This place is amazing, never been anywhere this nice.”

“I'm glad you like it sweetheart.” he chuckles as a waiter leads us to a booth.

When we get to the table Oz waits for me to sit before he settles in on the other side of the booth. It's a little bit of a squeeze for him and I can't help but look at the paunch of his gut that pushes into the table. He sucks in before readingjusting himself. There's a hint of a blush on the top of his hears and I can't help but feel bad for the slight look of discomfort on his face.

I smile to reassure him, “We got in pretty quickly…did you threaten someone?” I tease.

“Nah, just called in a favor from an old friend.” the change of direction seemed to help.

“Let me guess. A friend of a friend of a friend?”

He laughs and folds his arms over his stomach, “You just think you're hot shit, don't ya?”

“Yeah, actually, I do.”

“At least you're honest about it.”

"Of course! I would never lie to you Oz.” I say in mock offense.

He snorts, his mouth pulling into a brief, sideways smile.

The two of us fall into a companionable silence as we look over the menu. I ended up ordering a small platter of mixed enchiladas while Oz ordered a sizable steak with veggies and a bottle of wine for us to share. We made short work of the wine as I chatted about work, mostly ranting about the annoying assholes that grace the club and how my landlord wouldn't come to fix my damn dishwasher.

I had a pleasant little buzz but it appeared Oz was able to hold his drink better than me. That was okay though, as he continued to let me rant freely.

“The asshole had the audacity to look surprised when one of the twins kicked him out.”

“You seemed to handle it pretty well though.”

“Had to,” I pause, raising my eyebrows slightly, “Wouldn't want to get fired by you, Mr. Boss Man.”

“Hmm, I wouldn't fire you, you're the best bartender I've had in a long while.”

There's a long pause, before “It is…plus if I got rid of you, who else would I have to talk to?”

“You've got a club full of people to talk to every night.”

“That's true but I like talking to you the most,” he says.

I stare at him.

“Are we friends?”

He stares back and I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck raise and my hands becoming clammy.

But then I notice something, he's just as surprised by the sudden question as I am.

“Yeah - uh - at least I think we are.

“Good, I like being your friend Oz.”

[lavendertales]

That is an amazing milestone so many congratulations are in order! Celebratory drinks all around! 🎉🎈😸💜🍻🥂🍾🎊🎆

OK, my request is heavy angst with no happy ending. Female reader. Curvy, short--I mean, fun sized, with glasses. I think with Max Phillips or Whiskey...

#44 "I'm only here for the dog." (Reader gets the dog lol).

#91 "Don't go on that date."

"Why?"

"You know why."

"Say it."

(Reader already trying [though honestly utterly failing] to move on with someone else? Another Pedro character, perhaps? [Ezra popped into my head for some reason though dealer's choice if that option is chosen...])...

Anyway. Make me hurt good. Lol

💚🐀💜

thank you so much, honey!! ❤️❤️hope this is what you envisioned!

breaking me - Jack Daniels x f!reader x Ezra

word count: 774

A/N: angst. reader is, as per the request, short and wears glasses. Ezra is only mentioned tho.

The knock came sooner than you expected. At 7:58 pm, you knocked on the door, heart in your throat. This was going to be an amicable moment and nothing else. You knew that, he knew that.

You checked the time again. 7:59 pm. A bad omen, you fleetingly thought.

The door opened, Jack’s disheveled figure meeting yours and you gulped. Crap, it was already more difficult than you thought back at home.

“Hi,” he greeted you, voice guttural and thick with emotion.

“Hi.”

He stepped aside, welcoming you inside. You tucked your hands into your pockets, looking around nervously. The place was filled with thousands of memories, from all categories: happy, sad, angry, amusing… everything hurt.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“I’m just here for the dog.”

Jack nodded, moving right past you to the bedroom. Moments later, he returned with Spot, the dog the two of you got when you were living together. When you broke up less than a month ago, Jack immediately gave you Spot, no arguments. You suspected it was mostly so he wouldn’t have yet another painful reminder of you and your relationship. Truth be told, you were glad to take Spot; to you, he was a welcomed and much needed friend.

You were rubbing his belly as Jack stared at you. Everything about you was just as beautiful, just as enticing and all the more heartbreaking.

“Look, I feel like I should say this so you don’t get caught by surprise if you somehow hear it elsewhere,” you said with a grave voice.

“What?”

“I’m… going out on Friday. It’s… a date.”

You struggled to get out the words. It was hard to even process, but you meant no harm when you said that. You didn’t even try to make him jealous or anything, you simply felt like he needed to know that.

But you weren’t really sure it was a good idea to go on that date. You certainly weren’t ready to go out with someone new. You had to try though.

Right?

“His name is Ezra. He works at a museum, he’s very smart and – “

“No offense, darlin’, but I really don’t want to hear about that.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, I just – “

“Doin’ it anyway.”

“I just thought it might be better if you heard it from me.”

“Hate to break it to ya, but it only makes it worse.”

You stood up, trying to meet his gaze, but it was tough considering how much significantly shorter you were than him. You fixed your glasses and looked at him, nostrils flaring with anger. Unjustified, perhaps, boiling right at the surface, but still there.

Screw amicable.

“I’m sorry if you think I came here to hurt you or something, but I came here to get Spot and maybe even to see you one last time.”

“See, every word you’re saying makes it all hurt ten times worse than it already does.”

“I am tired of apologizing, Jack! We agreed this was friendly and peaceful and now it feels like it’s not.”

“When you’re gonna walk out of that door, you get a dog and a date. And I get nothing.”

“What do you want me to do then? We can’t be together, we can’t be apart…”

“Don’t go on that date,” he cooed, seemingly one step away from falling apart altogether.

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“Say it.”

“I love you.”

You hadn’t heard those words in a while and they made you tremble with pain and fury alike.

“It’s not going to work this way, Jack,” you whispered through tears, fighting the almost urge to choke on your own words. “You can’t just say that and expect things to magically fall into place.”

“I love you so fuckin’ much – “

“Stop.”

Upon seeing your flushed face, cheeks crimson with anger and tear-stained, Jack backed away, looking down at Spot, then at you once more.

“I just came here for the dog,” you said.

“I hope you find everything you’re looking for, darlin’.”

You know you won’t ever hear that pet name again. You just know. And even if you will, it won’t ever feel that way.

Once the door gets closed, a painful sob leaves your throat, but no sound comes out. You lean against the wall, with Spot looking up at you all confused, and you let it all out. You feel the finality of the moment, you feel how stupid it was of you to tell him about your date or that you set it in the first place.

In the empty hallway, you weep until you can’t breathe.

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Bucky's (21/44)

Chapter 21: Breakfast in Bed

Ronny woke up naturally, a few minutes before his alarm was scheduled to go off. He turned it off and glanced over at the diminutive human on the pillow next to him. She was still fast asleep, curled up into a little ball. The blanket had slid off of her during the night. She looked cold, huddled up as she was, so Ronny carefully placed the blanket back over her, trying his best not to wake her. She twitched and murmured in her sleep, clutching the blanket in her fists, but did not awaken. Ronny found himself smiling tenderly as he gazed down at her. His heart was warmed at the sight of her, so cute and tiny, resting on his pillow. 

He slowly got out of bed, striving not to shift the mattress around too much under his great weight. He normally showered in the morning as part of his routine, but since he had showered last night he had some extra time. He tiptoed over to the kitchen, so as not to quake the ground beneath his huge feet, and started making some scrambled eggs with cheese for his tiny guest to eat. He started up his coffee pot so he’d have some fresh coffee to help wake up.  

He was in good spirits, even if he had to go to work. His sleepy mind wandered a bit as he thought through his agenda for the day. He needed to get Tanya some proper clothes, and maybe some human-sized objects for her comfort. He didn’t know where he would buy any of that stuff, though, on the large side of the city. He had never required any human-scale items before, and no shops that he knew of sold such things. He would have to look into it after work. 

He finished preparing the eggs and chopped up a strawberry into very fine pieces that he hoped were small enough for Tanya. The portions looked ludicrously small on one of his Giant-sized plates, but it was the best he could do for now. He carried the plate back to the bedroom, where he found Tanya still asleep on her pillow. He was about to wake her up, reaching out his hand to nudge her, when he noticed she was dreaming. Out of curiosity, he stayed his hand and watched as she tossed and turned, her eyes squeezed shut and her face straining with discomfort. It was quickly apparent that whatever she was dreaming, it wasn’t very pleasant. 

“No, no,” she mumbled, flapping her arm weakly. “Stop. Don’t eat me!” Ronny felt a painful knot in his chest as he realized she was having a nightmare about Bucky’s, reliving being eaten alive. He experienced a pang of regret for his part in her torment, since he had eaten her multiple times. He probably looked like a mammoth, beastly ogre from her perspective. How could he live with himself, knowing all the things he’d done? 

He didn’t want to witness her suffering, so he gently caressed her shoulder with his thumb to wake her up. Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked a few times, flexing her fingers. She looked up to behold the Giant looming over her and her eyes widened with terror. With the vestiges of her nightmare still fogging her half-awake mind, she forgot where she was and failed to recognize Ronny as an ally. She yelped, jumped to her feet, and blindly ran, tripping over the squishy surface of the pillow and flopping onto the edge of the mattress. She scampered to her feet and dashed over the side of the bed. 

Horrified, Ronny dropped the plate of food and dove forward to catch her before she fell to her death. He was able to break her fall with his soft palms just in time. Tanya was about to scurry out of his hands but he securely pressed his fingers around her to prevent her from hurting herself. 

“Whoa, Tanya! Calm down!” Ronny cried. He winced as he realized his large deep voice would likely sound menacing to the tiny human. Dropping the volume down, he said softly, “Tanya, it’s okay. You’re safe. I’m not going to eat you, okay? Please, calm down.” 

His words were able to reach her, and she stopped struggling. Ronny could feel her tiny heart in her chest, beating against the pad of his finger. He loosened his hold on her with a sigh. She didn’t try to run. She had regained her wits. 

“I’m sorry, Tanya. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” Ronny apologized. “Um… if it’s any consolation, I brought you breakfast in bed.” He flashed her a sheepish smile and glanced over at the plate. Luckily, he had dropped it on the plush surface of the bed, where the breakfast didn’t spill. He thoughtlessly placed her on the dish, then mentally kicked himself at the realization that a Giant’s plate was the last place Tanya would want to be after dreaming of being eaten alive. 

Tanya recovered quickly, however, and recognized she was safe from danger. Her hammering heart slowed down and she felt like she could breathe again. She saw the tiny breakfast that Ronny made for her, and her heart melted with gratitude at the sweet gesture. Here Ronny was trying to be so nice, and she had freaked out on him like he was some sort of monster. She felt bad for fearing him, even though she couldn’t help it. “That was very nice of you, Ronny,” she remarked. “Thank you.” 

Ronny smiled, staying kneeled down next to the bed so he wouldn’t tower over the human and frighten her. Tanya sat cross-legged on the plate and started to eat. Ronny figured he ought to get up and get ready for work, and he craved a cup of coffee, but he wanted to stay with Tanya for a moment first. He was fascinated by her. She looked so adorable as she ate delicate little bites. The strawberry bits that he thought he cut small enough looked like big slices of red toast in her microscopic hands as she nibbled on them. 

Ronny cleared his throat. “So, Tanya,” he began, “Did you want to come to work with me? I work a boring office job, so you could hang out with me all day in my cubicle. Or would you feel safer staying in my apartment until I get home?” 

Tanya pondered the question in her mind. She imagined being in Ronny’s pocket, or sitting on his shoulder while he worked, and she felt a pleasing warmth inside her. However, she was certain that Ronny worked around other Giants, and the idea of being around other huge people who might take the opportunity to snatch her up and eat her terrified her. 

“I’d prefer to stay here, if that’s okay,” Tanya admitted. “I’m not ready to be around other Giants yet. They scare me.” 

Ronny nodded with understanding. “Okay.” He winced with embarrassment, knowing that poor Tanya would be alone in his filthy apartment all day, with no human accommodations, but he didn’t have much of a choice. At least she’d be safe. 

Ronny stood back up to his full height and started getting ready for work. He carried Tanya into the bathroom and gave her some privacy while he changed into his suit in the bedroom. He poured himself a cup of coffee, melting into hot, dark bliss as he imbibed a healthy draught that heated his core. He rejoined Tanya in the bathroom and groomed his hair and teeth so he looked presentable. He felt bad, not having any human toiletries for Tanya, but she would have to manage without for a day or so until he could buy her some. Ronny was so deep in thought he didn’t notice Tanya staring up at him, enamored by his sharp, handsome, well-dressed appearance.  

Once he was ready to go, he whisked Tanya away to the living room and set her on the couch. He poured some water into a bottle cap for her and left snacks out so she wouldn’t go hungry. He stacked up some books and miscellaneous objects alongside the couch so she could climb down or back up as needed. He turned on the TV for her so she would have at least something for entertainment, lowering the volume and setting the remote next to the food and water on the couch cushion. 

“Is there anything else you can think of that you might need?” Ronny asked, kneading his hands as he stood over her. 

Tanya examined her surroundings. “I think this will do,” she answered. She smiled up at Ronny and her heart fluttered. She was charmed by his kindness in taking care of her every possible need. 

Ronny crouched down to her level and brushed her cheek with the tip of his index finger. She gripped his finger with her small hands and rubbed it in a gesture of appreciation. “Look… I’m sorry that this is all I can do for you, for now. I’m hoping to make my living space more comfortable for you soon. And… I’m sorry for the mess. I’ll clean up when I get the chance.” 

“Oh, Ronny, you’ve been so kind. I know you’re doing your best,” Tanya replied gratefully. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.” Ronny gave her a tender smile. He stood back up, regarding the tiny human for a minute, before leaving for work with his coffee mug in hand. He made sure to lock the door behind him, so nobody could get in to steal Tanya from him. 

A pit of anxiety formed in his stomach as he thought about leaving her alone. He assured himself she would be fine. He hoped she wouldn’t try to run away. He had selfish reasons for this sentiment, but he was also genuinely concerned about her well-being. He was fully aware she was still frightened of him, despite all his efforts to assuage her fears. He sipped his coffee and ruminated. 

When he entered the gigantic Big Corp Inc. building, he found himself watching his feet so he wouldn’t accidentally step on any humans. He shook his head. He usually didn’t bother with such trifles. Caring about humans was a foreign concept to him. He could trample one, crush it under his shoe, and not even care. But now… thanks to Tanya, he was beginning to see them in a different light. Not as inferior, insignificant creatures, worthy only of condescension, but as tiny beings in need of help and special care. He wasn’t sure what to make of this new development. 

He rode the elevator up to the third floor, still thinking about Tanya. Where could he buy human stuff for her? He hadn’t a clue, but he knew some folks in the office who would know. Candy, his first human coworker, lived on the large side of the city with her Giant boyfriend Martin, so she had to procure such things for herself at some point. Her desk was close to Ronny’s.  

He paused at the entrance to her cubicle. She was standing on her Giant-sized desk, distracted as she prepared for her workday. Ronny observed her briefly, leaning on the cubicle wall. Candy sensed his looming presence and looked up. Her face contorted into shock and terror upon beholding the terrible Giant who had bullied her so cruelly in the past. She blanched and started to quiver all over, taking a step back. Ronny scowled and turned away, continuing on to his own desk. Candy would be no help to him. He hated her reaction, not that it was unwarranted. He had nearly killed her, multiple times, a while back after all. 

Ronny typed on his computer for a while, until he ran out of coffee. He went to the break room to refill his cup with the essential fuel he needed to drag himself through the workday. On his way back, he happened to run into Martin, Candy’s boyfriend. Martin would of course be capable of helping Ronny with his human dilemma, but the two Giants were not on good terms. Martin hated Ronny for tormenting his fragile little girlfriend, and Ronny hated Martin for beating him up and being a stupid, blubbering lunkhead. The two glared at each other as they passed in the hallway. Ronny would find no help there either. 

Ronny tried to think who else had human ties in the office. He was fairly certain Bianca had a human boyfriend, but she hated him too. Ronny had called her a slut too many times for them to get along in any capacity. The only others Ronny could think to ask were the newer additions to the office, two additional human coworkers. Ronny didn’t know them at all and couldn’t even remember their names. Not surprisingly, since all the humans in the office shared a special bond, Ronny’s reputation as a human hater preceded him. Candy had warned the other humans not to interact with him, since he was dangerous. Ronny was more than happy to play the part as a brooding, taciturn Giant by nature, so they would fear him and leave him alone. Up until now, he had no reason or desire to talk to any humans. 

The easiest way to engage one of the humans in conversation would be to ambush him during the lunch break, on the way to the break room. That way, Ronny wouldn’t have to go out of his way to locate one, and he could corner the human to prevent him from running or hiding. Ronny’s desk wasn’t situated in the most opportune spot to run into a human besides Candy, but he had a good predatory instinct for this sort of thing, so he stalked the hall, searching for his prey. He was lucky enough to spot one of the humans, a small man, trekking back to his desk after lunch. Ronny padded over, trying not to quake the ground with his great big clomping steps, but his enormous shadow gave him away. 

“Hey, you,” Ronny called down to the tiny speck of a man at his feet. The little human just about jumped out of his skin with alarm. He was carrying something in his hands—Ronny couldn’t tell what the infinitesimal thing was from his extraordinary height—and he dropped it on the floor. 

“R-r-r-ronny!” he stuttered, gaping wide. He tried to run, but Ronny anticipated this response and stomped his big black shoe in front of the man to block his escape route and herded him into a corner with his feet. Ronny crouched down to get closer, placing one hand on the wall for stability, still towering over him. The man pressed his back into the corner and trembled, his legs buckling beneath him as he realized he couldn’t get away. 

“W-w-what do you w-want?” the human stammered, struggling to speak. 

“I have a question for you,” Ronny said to the man with a dark smirk. The man stayed silent, continuing to cower in the corner. “Do you know where I can buy human things on this side of the city?” 

“W-what?” the man choked out, clearly blindsided by the unusual question. 

“Human things. Like furniture and toiletries and stuff like that. Any ideas?” Ronny cocked an eyebrow, looking down at the man with sharp intensity. 

“I-I don’t know,” the man squeaked. “I live on the human side… I just commute here… I don’t know anything!” He wiped sweat from his forehead with a clammy hand. 

“Dang. Too bad,” Ronny growled, and huffed with irritation. He looked over at the object the human left on the floor, which he could now see was an empty tupperware container from lunch. “Oh, you dropped this.” He pinched the container between his fingers and offered it to the man. He took it from Ronny with a baffled look plainly visible on his face. 

“What’s your name again?” Ronny asked. 

The man hesitated before answering. “Connie.” Ronny grunted in acknowledgement. He stood up to his full height, towering over the small human, and without another word lumbered off back to his desk. As the tremors in the ground from his footsteps faded, Connie sat in the corner in a quivering heap, stumped by the whole interaction. 

Chapter 22

Chapter 1

[lorenfangor]

I heard that #40 was super homophobic :/ so I skipped it. But now your fic is making me want to give it a try. How problematic is it? Are the characters worth it?

Okay.

Okay.

Let’s talk about #40.

The plot of The Other (a Marco POV) is that Marco sees an Andalite on a video tape sent in to some Unsolved Mysteries-esque TV show, and he assumes it’s Ax and hauls ass to save him from being captured. Ax, being Ax, has videotaped the show, and they pull it up and Tobias uses his hawk eyes to figure out that it’s not Ax, it’s another Andalite - one without a tailblade. Ax is appalled at the presence of this vecol (an Andalite word for a disabled person) and we find out that he and others of his species have deep ingrained prejudices against at least some kinds of disabled people.

Despite this, Marco and Ax go looking for the Andalite in question because he’s been spotted by national TV, and they meet a second one, named Gafinilan-Estrif-Valad. The vecol is Mertil-Iscar-Elmand, a former fighter pilot with a reputation and Gafinilan’s coded-gay life partner. The two of them have been on Earth since book 1; they crashed their fighters on the planet and have been trapped there thanks to the GalaxyTree going down. Gafinilan has adopted a human cover, a physics professor, and they’ve been living in secret ever since.

Thanks to that tape, Mertil has been captured by Visser Three, and he’s not morph-capable so he can’t escape. Gafinilan wants to trade the leader of the “Andalite Bandits” to the Yeerks to get his boyfriend back; he can’t fight to free Mertil because he’s terminally ill with a genetic disorder that will eventually kill him, and (it’s implied that) the Yeerks aren’t interested in disabled hosts, even disabled Andalite ones. Despite Ax’s ableism, the Animorphs agree to work with Gafinilan and free Mertil, and they’re successful. Marco ends the book talking about how there are all kinds of prejudices you’ll have to face and boxes that people will put you in, and you can’t necessarily escape them even if they’re reductive and inaccurate, but you can still live your life with pride.

So now that I’ve explained the plot, I’m gonna come out the gate saying that I love this book. I love it wholeheartedly, I love Marco’s narration, I love Ax having to deal with Andalite society’s ableism, I love these characters, and as a disabled lesbian I don’t find these disabled gays to be inherently Bad Rep.

that’s of course just my opinion and it doesn’t overshadow other issues that people might have? but at the same time, I don’t like the seemingly-common narrative that this book is all bad all the time, and I want to offer up a different read.To that end, I’m going to go point by point through some of the criticisms and common complaints that I’ve seen across the fandom over the years.

“Mertil and Gafinilan were put on a bus after one appearance because they were gay!”

this is one I’m going to have to disagree with hardcore. I talked about this yesterday, but in Animorphs there are a lot of characters or ideas that only get introduced once or twice and then get written off or dropped - in order off the top of my head, #11 (the Amazon trip), #16 (Fenestre and his cannibalism), #17 (the oatmeal), #18 (the hint of Yeerks doing genetic experiments in the hospital basement), #24/#39/#42 (the Helmacrons’ ability to detect morphing tech), #25 (the Venber), #28 (experiments with limiting brain function through drugs), #34 (the Hork-Bajir homeworld being retaken, the Ixcila procedure), #36 (the Nartec), #41 (Jake’s Bad Future Dream), and #44 (the Aboriginal people Cassie meets in Australia) all feature things that either seem to exist just for the sake of having a particular trope explored Animorphs-style or to feature an idea for One Single Book.

This is a series that’s episodic and has a very limited overall story arc because of how children’s literature in the 90s was structured - these books are closer to The Saddle Club, Sweet Valley High, Animal Ark, or The Baby-Sitters’ Club than they are to Harry Potter or A Series of Unfortunate Events. Mertil and Gafinilan don’t get to be in more than one book because they’re not established in the main cast or the supporting cast, I don’t think that it’s solely got anything to do with their being gay.

“Gafinilan has AIDS, this is a book about AIDS, and that’s homophobic!”

Okay, this is… hard. First, yes, Gafinilan does have a terminal illness. Yes, Gafinilan is gay. No, Soola’s Disease is not AIDS.

I have two responses to this, and I’ll attack them in order of their occurrence in my thought. First, there’s coded AIDS diseases all over genre fiction, especially genre fiction from that era, because the AIDS epidemic made a massive impact on public life and fundamentally changed both how the public perceived illness and queerness and how queer people themselves experienced it. I was too young to live through it, but my dad’s college roommate was out, and my dad himself has a lot of friends who he just ceases to talk about if the conversation gets past 1986 or so - this was devastating and it got examined in art for more reasons than “gay people all have AIDS”, and I dislike the implication that the only reason it could ever appear was as a tired stereotype or a message that Being Queer Means Death. Gafinilan is kind, fond of flowers, and fond of children - he’s multifaceted, and he’s got a terminal illness. Those kinds of people really exist, and they aren’t Bad Rep.

Second off, Soola’s Disease? Really isn’t AIDS. It’s a congenital genetic illness that develops over time, cannot be transmitted, and does not carry a serious stigma the way AIDS did. Gafinilan also has access to a cure - he could become a nothlit and no longer be afflicted by it, even if it’s considered somewhat dishonorable to go nothlit to escape that way. That’s not AIDS, and in fact at no point in my read and rereads did I assume that his having a terminal illness was supposed to be a commentary on homosexuality until I found out that other people were assuming it.

“Mertil losing his tail means he’s lost his masculinity, and that’s bad because he’s gay! That’s homophobic!”

so this is another one I’ve gotta hardcore disagree with, because while Mertil is one of two Very Obviously Queer Characters, he’s not the only character who loses something fundamental about himself, or even loses access to sexual and/or romantic capability in ways he was familiar with.

Tobias and Arbron both get ripped out of their ordinary normal lives by going nothlit in bad situations, and while they both wind up finding fulfillment and freedom despite that, it’s still traumatic, even more for Arbron I’d say than for Tobias. And on a psychological level, none of the main cast is left unmarked or free of trauma or free of deep change thanks to the bad things that have happened to them - they’re no less fundamentally altered than Mertil, even if it’s mental rather than physical. And yes, tail loss is equated with castration or emasculation, but that doesn’t automatically mean Mertil suffering it is tied to his homosexuality and therefore the takeaway we’re intended to have is “Being gay is tragic and makes you less of a man”. This is a series where bad shit happens to everyone, and enduring losses that take away things central to one’s self-conception or identity or body is just part of the story.

Also, frankly? Plenty of IRL disabled people have to grapple with a loss of sexual function, and again, they’re not Bad Rep just because they’re messy.

“Andalite society is confusingly written in this book, and the disability aspects are clearly just a coverup for the gay stuff!”

Andalite society is canonically sexist, a bit exceptionalist and prejudiced in their own favor, and pretty contradictory and often challenged internally on its own norms. In essence, it’s a pretty ordinary society, and they’re really realistic as sci-fi races go. It makes sense from that perspective that Andalites would tolerate scarring or a lost stalk eye or a lost skull eye, but not tolerate serious injuries that significantly impact your perceived quality of life. Ableism is like that - it’s not one-size-fits-all. I look at Ax’s reactions and I see a lot of my own family and friends’ behaviors - this vibes with my understanding of prejudice, you know?

“Mertil and Gafinilan have a tragic ending, which means the story is saying that being gay dooms you to tragedy!”

Mertil and Gafinilan have the best possible ending that they could ask for? They are victims of the war, they are suffering because of the war, they get the same cocktail of trauma and damage that every other soldier gets. But unlike Jake and Tobias and Marco, unlike Elfangor, unlike Aximili? Their ending comes in peace, in their own home. Gafinilan isn’t dying alone, he’s got the love of his life with him. Mertil isn’t going to be as isolated anymore, he’s got Marco for a friend. Animorphs is a tragedy, it’s not a happy story, it’s not something that guarantees a beautiful sunshine-and-roses ending for everyone, and I love tragedy, and so I will fight for this story. Yes, it hurts. Yes, it deserved better. But it’s not less meaningful just because it’s sad. Nobody is entitled to anything in this book, and it’s just as true for these two as it is for anyone else.

“It’s not cool that the only canonically gay characters in this series don’t get to be happy and trauma-free and unblemished Good Rep!”

This is one I can kind of understand, and I’ll give some ground to it, because it is sucky. The only thing I’ll say is that I stand by my argument that nothing that happens to Mertil and Gafinilan is unusual compared to what happens to the rest of the cast, and that their ending is way happier than Rachel and Tobias’s, or Jake and Cassie’s. But it’s a legitimate point of frustration, and the one argument I’ll say I agree has validity.

(Though, I also want to point out that I think there are plenty of equally queercoded characters in the story who aren’t Mertil and Gafinilan - Tobias, Rachel, Cassie, and Marco all get at least one or two moments that signal to me that they’re potentially LGBT+, not to mention Mr. Tidwell and Illim in #29 and their long-term domestic partnership. There’s no reason to assume that the only queer people here are those two aliens when Marco’s descriptions of Jake exist.)

“Marco uses slurs and reduces Gafinilan’s whole identity to his illness!”

Technically, yes, this is true, except putting it that way strips the whole passage of its context. Marco is discussing the boxes society puts you into, the ones you don’t have a choice about facing or escaping. He’s talking about negative stereotypes and reductive generalizations, he’s referring to them as bad things that you get inflicted upon you by an outside world or by friends who don’t know the whole story or the real you. The slurs he uses are real slurs that get thrown at people still, and they’re not okay, and the point is that they’re not okay but assholes are going to call you by them anyway. He ends by saying “you just have to learn to live with it”, and since this is coming from a fifteen-year-old Latino kid who we know is picked on by bullies for all sorts of reasons and who faces racism and homophobia? He knows what he’s talking about. He’s bitter about what’s been said and done, he’s not stating it like it’s a good thing.

Yes, absolutely, this speech is a product of its time, but it’s a product of its time that speaks of defiance and says “We aren’t what we’re said to be,” and in the year this was published? That’s a good message.

tl;dr The Other is good, actually, and Mertil and Gafinilan are incredible characters who deserve all the love they could possibly get.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

What Choso would be like having a crush

somebody help this man

I feel like he´d crush on people easily, especially if they´re nice to him

kindness is something very strange and foreign to him so he has trouble differentiating between romantic and platonic love

plus he doesn´t have a type so he literally thinks everyone is utterly beautiful

he cannot talk to his crush for the life of him

he overall struggles in striking up a conversation but if it´s with them it´s like his brain in completely empty

Choso´s a starer but in a non creepy way

he doesn´t even notice it, he is too caught up in his daydreams

when you smile at him he thinks it´s a dream as well

never approaches you because ýou´re way out of his league

it kind of brings him down a lot when he sees couples out and about 

Yuuji notices eventually and asks him about it

when Choso answers that he wants to have that with you he just goes: why don´t you ask them out then?

Choso completely blacks out like he can do that ?? 

he really doesn´t want to make you uncomfortable so he doesn´t want to approach you at all

but Yuuji does encourage him to at least talk to you and get to know you a bit

he even introduces the two of you and stays for the first few talks until Choso is less nervous around you

and he is quite happy with how far he got, he never imagined you´d want to talk to him so for him that´s a massive win

however he doesn´t know how to convey his romantic feelings to you, he´s way too self conscious and doesn´t want to be overbearing

but since Yuuji can´t really help him because of his lack of experience he suggets asking Gojo about it

since Choso is new to the field and doesn´t have any experience he trusts Yuuji and consults the teacher

however he doesn´t quite agree with his tips and so he thinks back to the first thing Yuuji has said to him: just be yourself

he kind of needs a push from Yuuji to actually talk to you but once he does he manages quite well

he doesn´t trip over his words like he feared and more than anything, he loves talking to you 

he´s still not over his shy nature but you think it´s cute how giddy he gets and how his eyes light up whenever you´re in the room

you´re the one to ask him on a second date and from then on it´s a back and forth 

sometimes he gets a rush of courage and gets super excited when he finds a new place that you would like and takes you there on a whim

he gets super comfortable around you and getting together is really casual

one day you´re cuddling while watching a movie and he just looks at you with the biggest heart eyes: I wanna stay like this forever

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#4

Small boob enjoyers

JJK edition

Megumi

he´s not really one to care for looks

but when it comes to you he really does become a pervert

is embarrassed about it and would never admit it to you though

especially in the beginning of your relationship he was so shy and couldn´t really help himself

you were so beautiful to him but your boobs...he hated guys who always stared at tits but how could he not?

he tried to do it secretly, so that you wouldn´t catch him but he was completely in his own head, just admiring the view

it made you shy as well, you thought he disapproved of the size of them and started hiding them

he gets very grumpy when you do that, he loves nothing more than to just watch you go about your every day, being so aware of the thing you´re most insecure about, that most people completely disregarded

he felt like he was the only one who truly appreciated your boobs and he revelled in it

when your relationship progresses further and you´re in private he will literally hold speeches about how beautiful you are, but you always have to laugh because he is a tad bit too serious about it

if you want to make him stop functioning just ´accidentally´ press against him from behind, you will see the way his hands twitch, in desperate need to touch and worship them

Getou

listen, listen. while we´re on the topic of worshipping this man takes the crown

Sugu isn´t only an average small tiddies enjoyer, he started the fucking fanclub for it

feels like a teenager again whenever you undress in front of him

gets so pouty when you tell him not to touch 

he doesn´t like it when you get too shy or embarrassed about your insecurities, it bores him

however he is understanding of it and helps you build confidence

but it backfires for him because you become way too fucking powerful

´you really should stop teasing me like this if you wanna walk tomorrow´

loves all the little things you do to drive him wild but will never admit that, his pride just gets in the way

while we´re on that

he´s fucking possessive, he loves your boobs because they´re his

he loves how he can just clasp them in one of his hands, the perfect size, he keeps repeating that

when he´s in a lovey mood he will whisper it in your ear all over and mark your chest

lowkey has a size kink so seeing how big his hands are in comparison to your tits makes him hard in an embarrassing short amount of time

loves to hug you from behind and just hold your tits

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120 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

#3

First time calling you mommy - hcs

Chainsaw Man edition 

A/N: um Denji´s part got a bit out of hand I´m sowwy >.<

Aki

it happens when you come home

it´s obvious he feels very comfortable around you

mostly because he´s finally not alone anymore

and with you he really finally found his safe person

he always thought it would be impossible for him to fall in love with anyone

because he never believed he was worth it, he could give you a few months at most, if at all

work had him busier than he could´ve ever prepared you for and he could die any day

but for some reason you still stick around

which honestly, he is more grateful for than he ever expected

he loves the little routines he built with you, it makes him feel as if he actually has a future and a normal life

and it makes him be less reckless too

cause he always wants to come back home to you, you´re the one who makes it a home after all

Aki thought a lot about calling you mommy lately but he didn´t want to weird you out, therefore looking for the perfect moment

but it never comes, he just has all of these pent up feelings inside of him and one day they just burst

´mommy, I´m home´ he calls out in the apartment once he steps through the door 

you can´t say you´re surprised, you notice the way he relaxes around you, searches your head massages and just immediately can let go of everything holding him down 

in a sense he depends on you and you love providing for him

´welcome back, baby´

you´re so gentle, it´s like each day he falls in love all over again

Denji

blurts it out when you´re cuddling

before he met you he´d call any hot woman he saw mommy in his head, it was a pure sexual thing to him

that changes when he meets you

he always wanted a mommy that took care of him, told him everything would be alright and who would be there to support him on the way

he just never thought that would ever become a reality, after all he´s always been getting used in his life before

after high school he spends a few months getting by by stealing stuff and running errands for shady people, much like he did before

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134 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

#2

First time calling you mommy - hcs

Jujutsu kaisen edition

Megumi

it happens when he´s tired

he always liked it when you took care of him, to him it really does come naturally

you´re always the one to tell him to get enough rest, yet he never listened to you

well, it was more like he was trying to listen but he couldn´t fall asleep without you by his side

and most days missions kept him up so long that you were gone when he arrived back home

but today is one of those rare days you get to spend together

you´ve been telling him to go to bed for an hour now, he´s so tired that he can barely keep his eyes open but he still refuses

´mh...wanna stay with mommy...´ 

he doesn´t even realize he´s saying it, his words are so slurry

when you ask him about it the next morning (after finally dragging him to bed with you) he is embarrassed a bit but admits that he does feel that way, that he does like calling you this, it makes him feel safe

Gojo

says it as a joke in an argument then realizes it´s not a joke at all

you know how he gets, he´s annoying like 50 percent of the time you spend with him

but you got it handled quite well, he knows when to shut up and when he can be serious with you

you´re also not shy to joke around with him 

but there are times when he just crosses a line and that makes you mad

you´re not one to yell at him but he can definitely feel you´re more than just annoyed with him

´naww, is mommy mad at me?´

it´s this grin he has that infuriates you the most

´only good boys get to call me that´ you tell him, cold but gentle at the same time

you never managed to shut him up that quickly

or make him blush this much

he literally stares at you mouth open and all, processing  

´I wanna be a good boy for mommy´

Getou

it just slips out during sex

is super embarrassed by it 

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JJK boys with a S/O that´s stronger than them

Gojo:

oh boyyy

he was so not prepared for this

honestly he doesn´t believe you at first

it´s always more of a joke thing for you two because you never really boast about your power, let alone show it

you just always go along with his antics

but on missions you always come along, finish them quicker and then protect him to top it off

it does hurt his ego a bit but he never talks about it

you don´t brag so he does it more

it starts annoying you after a while so you just go: ´so I´m stronger than you, what´s the deal?´

´you´re not. I´m the strongest´

he has a hard time accepting it

so sometimes you need to let him save you or do things for you because it does hurt and make him feel really insecure

Sukuna:

listen listen, that man has a power kink so he´s way too excited

always finds little excuses to get you to show him your power

also likes the fact that you could probably beat him in a fight

you´re the only person who could shut him up

sometimes he just imagines you bashing someone´s head in

you make him really masochistic for some reason and after he gets over the initial embarrassment he full on embraces it

loves fighting with you (like by your side)

just being an unstoppable team with you

he knows you could take anyone on by yourself but is happy and honored that you still chose to fight with him

because that way you both can protect each other

Toji:

much like Sukuna he is happy that you´re strong

it irks him a bit that you´re stronger than him (even if it´s not a lot) just because he loves the feeling of protecting you

so he does that in every day situations instead

he loves doing little things for you even though they annoy you and he knows you could do them yourself

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