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artzzyb00-27 · 1 year ago

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{💙New Guy In Town💙; part.2}

After a few months of hanging out and getting to know each other, Usagi and Leo were able to become good friends. Not just friends in forced environments, like the one they were currently in. The one where because of their appearances, no one else would be their friend. It became so much deeper than that.

They were able to be themselves around the other and express their passions without getting ridiculed or judged in anyway. Not even questioned because that's how similar they were. Of course everyone has their own unique aspects and one of them was flavors. Usagi was the kind of guy to like savory flavors. Like steak and carrots and just regular food that wasn't meant to be anything special. Leo was one of the loyal followers of sour/spicy flavors. The rush he got when eating spicy foods or just having some Mexican food that April had bought from somewhere in Washington Heights.

This led to an interesting discussion of what was a good middle ground. Developing ideas they had simultaneously decided that if it was shown to them they'd acknowledge it but never mention it. The arrangement wasn't made vocally either. As if they knew what the latter was thinking they just went on with more topics of conversation.

That may seem stupid to most, or at the very least boring, but it never bored Leo listen to Usagis' voice when he talked about a new movie he couldn't wait to watch about super heroes. Another thing they had in common of interest. He felt happy whenever the rabbit mutant would go to the lair and specifically look for the leader in blue because it meant he was special to the boy.

Usagi was special to Leo too. Whenever they would team up on patrols with Uki and Usagi, Leo would make sure Usagi was partnered with him or with Donnie. The reason was because he knew how his other brothers were and didn't want Usagi to think Leo was weird.

Why, you might ask? It's because the turtle with baggy pants let is slip he loved hanging out with Usagi by himself. He had meant to only tell Casey this when him and April visited but it was overheard by Splinter. After a round of training, Splinter popped an interesting question making the other brothers do their own investigations.

"I must ask Leonardo, what is it about this mutant you love hanging out with?" hell broke lose after that one. Mikey was chuckling like numbskull, Donnie gave a smirk accompanied with a side glance and Raph just crossed his arms with a smug expression.

One that surely meant, 'I told you~', referring back three weeks prior to this event. Sadly, because his father asked, Leo answered truthfully. Saying that from his interest and drive for succeeding in martial arts and compassion towards anyone, he couldn't help but admire him. At least that's what he had told his sensei. After leaving the dojo the brothers cornered him almost immediately.

"I can't believe Raph called it before me!" Mikey exasperated.

"I can." Donnie replied, while Raph just put his arm over his elder brothers shoulder. Leo rolled his eyes and looked away in embarrassment to hide the tiny blush forming.

"Aww, ya' thinking 'bout your boyfriend?~" Raph teetered as Leo just groaned while laughing and shoved them off walking away as best he could. It didn't work, considering they all had a last gaming session in his room and just talked about the subject for the entire time.

Coming back to present time, it became more apparent to everyone how close the turtle and rabbit dynamic had gotten. Every time they would visit each other, or the other was in sight, they would rush over as if something was trying to stop them. Nothing was stopping them. Not the rules of society or their own personal friendship and family dynamics.

Usagis' favorite moments with Leo had to be when they had taken down a mob of rogue Foot soldiers trying to start their own version. It was shut down after 3 days due to the duo being strong in battle. The fluidity of each others movements was great like a river and when working together in a special dual move they were sturdier than obsidian.

As if to be connected psychologically, their movements were in sync from the moment they began talking alone. Without the distractions from their friends and family, it suddenly felt like their moments alone together was the most cherished thing they could have. Even moments sitting on billboards, in the shadows with lights of the city and stars above, where the most soul relieving experiences.

Tonights was one of those nights. On top of a roof near China town, they were talking about the latest issue of a novel series coming up. Usagi had been ranting about how beautiful the cover was for the soft-cover version when he suddenly felt someone staring. Turnings his head towards Leo, his eyes locked with dark blue ones and didn't let go right away. Suddenly turning their heads away they sat in silence.

Not awkward silence, never awkward silence. More of unexpected yet calming silence meant to ease the tension. Taking deep breaths, Leo turned to face the mutant rabbit with softened gaze. The purple lights from the rave down below were shining onto his white fur glowing with the lavender hue. Sighing in delight, Leo looked away from his friend who was looking up at the sky while leaning back to the billboard.

The turtle boy looked up as well and breathed the atmosphere in. Usagis' ears twitched and he side glanced at the ninja leader. Proceeding to pull something out from his pockets, Leo turned his attention back to him again. Pulling out a walkman from his baggy pants and some earbuds that could be shared between people, plugging them into the device and passing one to Leo, he put the other one on and put a tape record in.

'Sagis' Playlist' began to play and Leo had to admit,... this boy loved romance songs. Like,.. a.. lot. Some of them were just basic dance, hip-hop, pop songs, but most were 'good feeling', 'falling in love' and 'being in love' songs. The blue bandana'd turtle memorized some of the rabbits favorites(he could tell because Sagi would break out into song), and wrote down their names on his phone in the notes app.

After a while of just chilling they decided it was time to head back home. At least to meet up with Uki and his brothers to go their separate ways. Once the turtles left Uki looked at Usagi in curiosity. Noticing he was still smiling from his encounter with Leo earlier and was most likely replaying the event on loop.

"Why are you so happy after seeing Leo?"

Not gonna lie, it made the rabbit jump. However, that did not stop him from ranting on about how kind the turtle boy was. How strong and skilled he was in battle and just the amount of ability to have this presence that brought peace to his soul.

"You like him?" Usagi stopped and looked at the wolf girl. She stared at him without a specific emotion, but it was an expression that dared him to deny anything. He thought about it, and then stood in his spot. No movement, or attempt at trying to defuse the tension. Letting the air build on itself solidifying the question asked.

"Yeah, yeah I do." he smiled and continued to think. Everything he liked about Leo came rushing to him causing a bundle of words to spew out from excitement. "Holy shit, I like him! I like the way he's able to be serious but it comes from a place of worry and consideration for his family and friends, I love that no matter what he's tried to understand me on any level of hyper-fixations or just simple interests." At some point Uki leaned back on the wall of a building and watched her friend go on a rant while pacing slightly back and forth.

"I love how even when we've had tough battles and he's exhausted, he always gives me the option and heads up of making sure I get out off it with less injuries. I mean, even if I do get hurt, he always tends to them and checks them right away to make sure I'm fine. Normally when a mutant with scale touches my fur it makes my nervous system feel jumpy, with him it feels like I'm able to relax further and ground myself. It's like he's this thing and light in my life that keeps me more stable than before, and when I'm not? Oh you best believe he's there to get me out off negative thoughts through compliments. Not just ones on my appearance, but ones that truly matter, like how he loves my personality. This turtle boy really doesn't know what it does to me but I can't believe I haven't realized before that I've had a crush on him. Shit, maybe even more than that!"

Once done and out of breath he finally stops pacing and looks at his friend, who's face is smug looking and glancing out to the side on the right of Usagi. He quirks and eyebrow and looks in the direction Ukis' attention is. Leo is standing in front off his brothers, who were looking at their elder brother with smirks and smiles, holding the headphones Usagi shared with him back in the billboard. An expression on his green face that sent different emotions through the mutant samurai.

Usagis' eyes widened and shuffled quickly to take back the headphones. Snatching them away and trying to run, he's suddenly grabbed by the forearm, pulled back and spun to face Leos' carapace. Leo wraps his arms around the rabbit boys waist and hugs him. Usagi reciprocates, throwing his arms over Leos' neck and nuzzling into Leo. The turtle brother lifts Usagi up slightly, bringing one hand up to the boys' cheek and rubbing his thumb on it.

"I know this is fast, but, can I kiss you?" he asks and not a millisecond passes before the two are lip-locked and taking the moment in. It's good that Leo saw Usagi that night on the rooftops and decided to chase him.

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leonardoeatscarrots · 8 months ago

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I knew a guy who was super into sci-fi, and so we started talking about our world building with each other. I was telling him about my universe (which is still a dystopia, actually) but when I got to the part about my disabled characters he turned around and said "Well in MY utopia people aren't disabled."

Some people genuinely believe that disabled people have no place in a perfect society. Hell! If you look at most sci-fis that do have disabled people you'll see that they're usually built around "fixing" them, and not around accommodating for the person.

my utopia has disability in it. my utopia includes free healthcare and no-questions welfare and state-funded carers. my utopia includes building requirements that centre disabled bodies — ramps and lifts and dimmer switches and braille signs. my utopia has disability in it. because without disability, it’s not much of a utopia at all

#spaceships and vodka #leonardo eats carrots #scifi #science fiction #disabled rights #disabled #actually disabled

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leonardoeatscarrots · 5 months ago

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Uhh hi Gravity Fandom happy happy Ford toxic yaoi polycule to you

Idk what else to call it.

Bill-less version under the cut

LIKING AND REBLOGGING IS THE BEST WAY TO SUPPORT ME

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spaceshipsandvodka · 1 year ago

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Screaming

I didn't even notice until today

what-

Thank you so much everyone!! 💕 ♥️ 💜 💙 💕

#spaceships and vodka #webcomic #tapas #comic #tapas comic #leonardo eats carrots #scifi #retro #1920s comic #1920s #tapas staff picks

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mar-iiposa · 4 years ago

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Hi, how're ya? ^^ How the beyverse turtles would react on their first time riding a horse? (I know, it's not a comum question :D I've been thinking about it)

a/n: hi! I'm good, thank you ! congrats to being my first request. what an odd request for a headcanon, never really thought about turtles riding full on horses lmao. I, myself, have only been on one for a mini-photoshoot when I was in preschool, but definitely had a horse phase shortly after that. well, here you go !

how do I put this in a way that, at the very least, makes some partial sense yet somewhat proves the point

okay so you know how horses are depicted as beautiful, graceful, and free-spirited creatures?

imagine that depiction. but with a 6 ft tall turtle on top of it.

that's how leo looks on top of an entire horse.

feels heroic, like he's about to lead his army into a deadly battle

at first, the he's a little hesistant, "do I really have to get on this thing? How did a horse even get down here?"

"leo, donnie can literally get on the horse with all of those gadgets on, you'll be fine."

donniewearinghisgadgetsnotthehorse

he's seriously overthinking this

if you're on the horse with him, that'll probably calm his nerves down, immensely

if not, sucks for him lmao

"fearless ain't so fearless anymore, huh?"

"shut up raph." he's so done with his younger brother(s)

but as SOON as he gets on this horse, all of his previous worries just 🌠 wash away 🌠

"oh, well this isn't so bad."

"what else did ya think, numbnuts?" there goes raph again-

takes the horse around the lair, like a great warrior or something

"on a crusade now?"

leonardo sends his second youngest brother an unphased stare before carefully trotting off with the horse towards the dojo

"no horses allowed in the dojo, leonardo" "yes dad"

a little disappointed when they have to return it, but he knows it's for the best :)

"no."

"why not??"

"I'm gonna fall off the thing."

"that thing is a horse, raph."

as we know, Raph, the muscle of the team, is scared of heights

pretty obvious

but is he scared of falling off the horse? you bet your ass he is

almost fALLS WHILE MOUNTING THE HORSE

once he's on the horse, he's all stiff and awkward

"what do I do now?"

once he gets the hang of it, he noticed that he starts to really bond with that horse

gives the horse a name in his head, he doesn't tell anybody

"get yer ass up here with me."

you're just partially speechless at the sudden command. but nevertheless, you end up on the horse, holding onto raph

just strolls around on top of the horse, it's so therapeutic for him??? oddly enough??

a little sad when he has to say his goodbyes

everyone else, but you, tend to not notice the final look he gives the horse

he was so attached to it already

"I know you miss them"

"shut up-"

"I absolutely have to?"

"yes donnie."

"is there some sort of logical reasoning explaining that I really have to?"

"just get on the damn horse-"

won't shut up about it

"you know, there are over 100 deaths a year related to horse-riding and technically spe-"

"get on the damn horse, donnie!" raphael hollers from the other end of the lair

"a-alrighty then."

he hesitates a little mounting the calm creature

instantly falls in love with the horse. instant connection

"I am naming them cornelius."

GIVES CORNELIUS A LITTLE TOUR OF HIS LAB

and shows him the monitors on his computers

cautious around it though, who knows if the horse is a spy

won't stop blabbering on and on about fun facts for horses

petting cornelius and carefully brushing their silky mane

he's fallen head over heels for this horse, watch out y/n

doesn't experiment on the horse because although the dude loves to experiment, he won't do it on animals :(

feeding cornelius carrots and apples !!

"say goodbye to the horse, donnie"

"we'll meet again, cornelius-"

saddened by the bittersweet departure

would still do anything for cornelius

actually the one who somehow managed to bring it into the lair

"giddy-up!"

conquers the horse

"where did you get it fro-?"

"the world may never know, donatello."

"he stole it from this birthday party."

"ah, ah, ah! I'm borrowing it!"

apparently he knows how to get the horse back to their ownner

he doesn't. yet.

TRIES TO FEED THE HORSE PIZZA

"donnie, do you think bobby can eat pizza?"

"well no, I think pi- you named it "bobby"??"

"he looks like a bobby. right, y/n?"

"just don't give bobby any pizza, mikey."

mikey doesn't even google the question as to whether or not horses can consume pizza

thank god he's right

headcanon that mikey brings the horse into raph's room, riding it, and it turns into a chaotic mess

the horse poops in raphael's room.

a lot.

mikey sadly (but thankfully) doesn't keep the horse

after endless hours of begging master splinter to

but he does visit it every week or so after that so that's nice :)

Sorry if they might seem ooc at all? it's just sort of an unusual request that I'm not used to seeing around haha. feel free to request more headcanons or request a story with a specific prompt. anonymous or not is fine, just be descriptive in what you want !

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leonardoeatscarrots · 9 months ago

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I don't normally like to add onto these posts because I'm insecure that my ideas are dumb or not worth sharing 🙃 (that and I'm awkward about self promo rip), but uhhh here I am.

Anyway, let it be known that you can still have a magically healed character AND they can still have struggles with their disability. To clarify: none of the prior posts have said or implied the contrary, but I feel it could use some more elaborating.

I've always had a very complicated relationship with my disability, but I have found so much love, support, and joy identifying as disabled. However, I have had numerous encounters with people who have tried to "heal" me or "fix" me or force me into something "for my benefit" that either didn't work or made matters worse in some way. And I am sure this is the case for many more disabled people out there. For this reason, being "healed" was something I came to fear for a very long time. Because of this I also never really liked stories where the character gets cured. I can completely understand why a disabled person couldn't relate to or enjoy that sort of fantasy, because that person was literally me.

But that doesn't mean I didn't WANT to get rid of what ails me. I definitely did. And I definitely wrote about it.

One of the main cast members of my comic is a disabled man (woman? Still figuring it out) who got healed from his "shit's fucked" syndrome via magical means. But magic in this universe isn't perfect... so he still uses a cane, he still has trouble eating, he still has to take all his silly little supplements, he still has a drug addiction, he's still stigmatized, he's still disabled. But comparatively, it's better than his prior condition.

And that's just fine. It's my right to be able to curate a story that caters comfortably to me. Everyone has different histories and reasons for feeling the way they do.

Listen. I'm disabled. I broke my spine in an accident that was technically my brother's negligent fault when I was nine.

I live in constant pain. The most effective pain medication for me is cbd cream, and it works straight up miracles as far as I'm concerned. But even released from my constant (chronic) pain, I have limitations.

If I write a story about someone with an agonizing disability who gets their shattered body repaired by benevolent mystical/alien/whatever forces, it's not me removing representation. It's my fantasy of being able to walk across my house without hurting or losing feeling in one leg because of how pressure distributes in the small of my back.

I get to have that. I should get to have that without being shamed for it.

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years ago

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MINNIE SENPAI!! blease do E, I, K, L, N, O, W, Z for Leo? 🥺💖 (i might have gone overboard, so feel free to choose the ones you like the most fhdgk)

Haha, welcome welcome!! I’m honored kouhai, please don’t worry! 💖💖💖 I hope you enjoy this post~

Under a cut for length, yet again LOL

Fluffy ABC headcanons listed here for requests!

E = Emotions (how does he express emotion around her?)

Bold of you to insinuate Leonardo has emotions that aren’t imposed against his will HAHAHA. Just kidding, but he does have a hard time not clowning and hiding what he’s feeling. Say it with me kids, repression. That being said, I think he will always have a hard time expressing himself without hesitation in his relationship. His first instinct is to soothe and protect; he doesn’t really know how to put himself first, very few people have ever cared to put him first in his life. One of the hardest things about being capable with the mental acuity of a blade is that everyone just kinda assumes you'll be fine (compounded by the fact that he feels burdensome asking for help). And while there’s no doubt he can take care of himself, everybody needs a daijoubu from time to time ;-;. I like to hope that his MC will be able to see through to the truth of his feelings over time--even if he doesn’t openly enumerate them--before he can smother his emotional needs into silence. Furthermore, I think he would be a little more open/obvious about the depth of his love over time because, at some point, those feelings would accumulate to the point of overflow.

With Leonardo, vulnerability is a slow burn; he will reveal what he’s thinking someday, but today is not that day. Have patience, be gentle with his absolute clown self-neglect, try to meet him halfway; that trust will inspire him to be everything he thought he never could be for someone else.

In the meantime:

One of the key signals when it comes to Leonardo is to pay attention to when he’s seeking to spoil her. If he’s being extra uwu, that’s a surefire sign he’s Coping™ by channeling those more negative feelings into making her happy. He thinks the best way to handle The Bad Feels and/or concern for her is to redirect that energy into something constructive, and what better outcome could there be than her pouting or giving him that dazzling smile of hers?

Honestly, with Leonardo, he tends to convert emotion into action--she will know the warmth of his love long before he ever says it out loud.

He has a hard time articulating his feelings, so asking him to say them outright might be hard on him--it might not be the best immediate go-to. Spoil him out of the blue, instead. She’ll seek him out and just sit in his lap and cuddle for a nap sessh completely without warning, hold him tight so that he knows she’s here no matter what. She’ll indulge his cute needy moments and lounge in bed all morning together, hold his hand first when they go out, take charge in the bedroom; she’ll show him he’s wanted and needed before he can even think to doubt himself. Murmur compliments to him, make him things he loves to eat, give him a back rub unprompted. It’s the simple awareness of what he enjoys and the execution of it before he can prepare that utterly decimates him into revealing the feelings he keeps under tight control.

He is a lover that thrives on spontaneity and burning, silent consideration for the person he cherishes. The most adorable thing about this is that he is absolutely lost when the same tactic is used against him, he’s utterly defenseless to it!! (look at me. He has zero emotional object permanence. The mere prospect that somebody would worry about him first would send him into shock. And remember: the way people give love can often be the most powerful way they receive it, too.) The sacred texts!! She can use them to make him smile that smile that lets her know he’s an absolute goner for her without the need for words; the smile that says “it will always be you. It can only ever be you.”

When he’s happy, he literally just spoils her with more energy and teasing--expect a lot of wild fun and laughter when he’s in a good mood. He will have exceptionally tender moments now and again (say after a bad nightmare of losing her, for example) where he won’t say anything at all, just holds her close. He needs to know that she’s still here, that she’s okay. It is a rare and huge act of emotional trust; MC’s understanding and her easy proximity in these moments mean the world to him. When he’s distant and evasive, that is the time to give him some space before wedging her way inside. She won’t let him sit and stew in abysmal feelings; he has a bad habit of punishing himself too much or lingering on unhappy moments in his life. Despite how he seems he takes things incredibly seriously--to the point where he exhausts himself.

When he’s jealous and feeling petulant, he will not hesitate bitch and will get surprisingly grumpy. She’ll coo at him and reassure him that he’s the only one for her, and he’ll calm in the circle of her arms. Fun bonus: he’ll be embarrassed/mortified about being out of control later and she has ENDLESS fun teasing him just a little, even better if he punishes her with a good bangarang. Anger and irritation are emotions he tends to leave be, but if someone directs any kind of threat to MC (or an innocent in general) every trace of his jovial nature dissolves in milliseconds. He is swift, decisive, and deadly when he’s belligerent; he is the last person to push too far. He will often regret it later or worry about scaring MC, but it really does only happen once in a great while. She always reassures him that she knows he only did what he felt he had to in the moment.

You can just hear the Leonardo stan in me, lord jesus

I = Injury (how would he react if she got hurt?)

OH GOD KILL ME FUCKING SOFTLY AUGHGHGHGHGGH

I think it would depend on the injury. If it’s something like a papercut or a scratch, he’ll just be like “yare yare cara mia, be a little more careful next time, yeah?” Will bandage her up and disinfect because he knows enough about medicine to be cautious. Plenty attentive, will probably tease her about being a klutz and/or tell her to ask for help next time. Everything you would expect from Leonardo, essentially; equal parts light-hearted and responsible.

NOW WE GONNA GET SPOICY

If the injury is much more intense--say a broken limb, or deep gashes, so on and so forth--I see Leonardo being very, very grim. His lips would be pursed into a firm line, blanched white from the pressure, and his first step would be to get her out of the danger at any cost to himself. Following his ability to get her to a safe place, he would begin to tend the wound as gently as possible, asking questions to gauge the severity with single-minded concentration. “Where does it hurt? Rate the pain, describe what it feels like. Can you move the injured limb?” He will use whatever he has at his disposal to minimize her suffering if he can’t get her to a doctor immediately. If she requires treatment from someone else, he will be beside himself the entire time; chain-smoking, pacing, running his hands through his hair nonstop. He has ants in his pants until he sees her with color in her face, eyes bright again.

May I offer: They are 100% that couple (in which Leonardo is the one that falls asleep at her bedside) that’s like “you look like shit.” “look who’s talking, stupid.” and they just start laughing, mutually relieved.

During her recovery, he will be incredibly gentle but also subliminally alert. Anything she needs, she gets. If she tries to return to a normal pace of life too fast, he is straight up just picking her up and putting her back in that recovery bed. He ain’t playin’--don’t test him on this. He’s usually pretty easygoing, but he will snap at anyone who isn’t careful with her in this state. He will not take any further risk to her life. (He’s not usually brittle, but under severe conditions he can be.) He’ll tease her from time to time, but it’s much more mild than usual; he’s too consumed with concern to let her get worked up. He’s never really had to deal with a prolonged state of physical helplessness personally, but he’s seen enough in his life to know it can be really taxing on a person’s mind. There will be a thin veneer of calm, only there to keep her relaxed and to ensure the stability of her mental health. He knows that if he shows too much distress, he’s only going to worry her further--and that’s the last thing he wants. He will spend the majority of his time acquiring as many distractions as humanly possible, even if he has to be the distraction; anything to get her mind off of darker things.

When she’s back to normal, he’ll still be on alert for a short while before he goes back to his usual clowning self; might be a little more protective and cautious than usual, or be a little paranoid about the specific thing that caused her harm. (No Leonardo, we need kitchen knives--how else are we going to cut the carrots?? Please relax.) He doesn’t want that kind of heart attack again anytime soon;;;;

Honestly, it’s very likely that MC will have to be the one to remind him that she’s fully recovered--and not quite so fragile--well after she’s returned to the normal pace of life.

K = Kisses (how does he like to kiss her?)

Mah heart, mah soul

When it comes to kisses, Leonardo will vary extensively. Will give her teasing pecks intended to make her grab hold of him and force him to linger, smirking into the kiss as she’s instigated to deepen it. When he’s feeling particularly overwhelmed with feeling--say when he’s jealous or frustrated--his kisses will be dizzying; sucking on her tongue and nipping at her lips, caging her against him as he unleashes all of the desire that was building inside him. The intent will be to drown her in passion. Lazy kisses before/after a nap, where he just wants to revel in the heat of her for a moment--express his affection on a whim--before dozing off. And last, but certainly not least, he will kiss her with the express intent of marking her. Due to his inability refusal to bite her, he seeks to relieve that instinct with hickeys all over her body (most frequently around the chest and neck, sometimes along her thighs and hips when he has fun downtown).

L = Love (how does he show her that he loves her?)

This man is Acts of Service through and through when it comes to showing his love. He is exceptionally observant and sensitive to the feelings of others, so the second he sees her in need he is already seeking an externalized solution. His usual modus operandi is to enact his love as covertly as possible; he doesn’t want her feeling guilty for troubling him. That being said, if he has to be direct--he will be. He won’t ever force her, but he will remind her that he is here and that he wants to help more than anything else. If she needs time on her own he’s happy to give it (even if he pouts and fidgets restlessly the whole time). His most acute expression of love is his reliability: taking care of people is the first way he knows how to express affection.

While that tends to be his primary method, it by no means insinuates that he won’t show affection in other ways. If he teases her, it’s because he wants her attention more than anything but is far too shy to say it directly (is he a middle schooler of a lover? Yes). More to the point, asking for her time and her attention is a way that he expresses love because it means he trusts her enough to know the signs, fulfill those needs, and realize that he meant no harm with his nonsense. Though it may sound odd, his desire to rely on her a little (insert is for me? meme) is his way of showing her he’s letting her in, and that’s a very real form of love considering how Herculean an effort it is for him to rely on someone else. It’s the same reason he will sometimes make his room an even bigger disaster zone than usual. He has every intention of cleaning up after himself, he just wants her to bust in and start fussing over him LMAO (MC: WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS LEONARDO?! Meanwhile Leonardo, an idiot full of uwus at the sight of his beloved exasperated, sitting in a pile of trash: Just according to keikaku)

As odd as it may sound, it’s almost like a weird reverse damsel in distress sort of dynamic? He carefully constructs situations where she can offer him help with the express purpose (and hope) that she will care enough to bust past his enfeebled defenses. It’s so oddly demure for this enormous punk of a man, but I find it adorable ;-;

Other ways he loves to show how he feels is to take her on trips or on little adventures. One of his favorite things to do is to watch her take in places he knows like the back of his hand--or even places new to him--with all the gleeful excitement of a little kid. It just warms him down to the marrow, and makes him have so much more fun than he ever could alone to see her buzz around nonstop. If he can encourage her to relax and take some time for herself in the process, to live for herself a little (she’s all too giving) then he considers the entire endeavor a success. All the effort is worth it if she can remember their time together with a smile Must You Hurt Me Like This, Leonardo.

One form of love that he will behead me for revealing is that he also sketches her all the time in his notebook, and will look to those little moments he’s captured whenever he’s feeling down or she’s not around.

He will have times where, if he can’t convey something properly with his actions or through making love, he will level with her. He will take the time to try to explain his feelings with accuracy, and in these moments he is both sincere and heartfelt. While it is a more rare expression of love for him, it is earth shattering when he does. Not only because his feelings run so deep, but also because these moments are unmistakably raw. Leonardo knows that vulnerability is a simultaneous boon and bane; it can inspire so much mutual joy, but it can also mean the exposure of lifelong wounds. It means acknowledging that these feelings are real. Even if she never takes advantage of the truth, he is aware of how precarious that position can be the more intense this love gets. It means facing how hollow he will feel when she's gone--something he works very, very hard to look away from.

(A related addendum because I have brainworms: The reason that people love and trust Leonardo is not primarily based in his intellect, fairly natural charisma, or good looks (though they are very compelling elements of his person). I think what people really see is how--though Leonardo sees through to the truth of peoples’ hearts in seconds--he keeps their secrets and treats them with so much respect/gentleness. It’s this odd capacity to be seen without feeling exposed that makes him such a remarkable and interesting man, and why he grows so close to everyone’s hearts. People feel understood without the need for words, feel cared for without a second thought. That being said, I think he needs someone who is similar. A person who sees all that he is on the surface, but barring that forges deeper still to find and cradle those parts of him that still need so much healing/care.

There’s a reason one of the greatest hits to his heart in his MS--one of the moments MC most powerfully gets through to him--is when she essentially says “Don’t give me that. Nobody ever gets used to loss. When something hurts, it hurts.” Whether she realized it or not, she penetrated straight to his heart with those few words. The truth is often much simpler than we might assume, and no matter how much experience one has with certain emotions--particularly grief and loneliness--no amount of experience makes them hurt any less. We only grow better at concealing or coping with age...)

N = Nightmare (what is his worst fear?)

I have a list (from Comte). I keep them alphabetized.

Jkjk, but if I’m honest I think this man has a good amount of fear inside him. I’d say the highest ones up there would absolutely be losing MC very suddenly, or being the reason--whether directly or indirectly--she gets hurt (like if his familia came after her to get back at him? he would be devastated).

If it is a timeline where he does choose to turn her, he’s beside himself at the prospect of the turning process going horribly wrong. It’s an unpredictable transition, and if she were to come back mentally broken or in constant pain (immortal wounds/aberrant) I think it would really fuck him up emotionally. He would blame himself without a doubt ;-; and that’s assuming she doesn’t hate his ass for the rest of eternity if it does go well (Leonardo I am begging you to use one brain cell)

O = Oddity (what is one quirk he has?) This one’s just a crack hc so if you were taking me seriously for any amt of this post, this is my suggestion that you stop

Leonardo is a man of many idiosyncrasies; among them an incapacity to dance and writing in a mirrored hand.

Another one is his absolute hatred for mint. One of Comte’s favorite things to do to mess with Leonardo is to stuff the drawers in his desk with peppermint candies to ward off his old friend and make him stop sleeping under his desk (like how people will use salt for demons!). He will also drink mint tea if he’s feeling particularly irritated with Leonardo’s antics, like if he’s received a ton of letters from Leonardo’s familia. Tells him to come to his office and the place is SUFFUSED in the scent of mint. Comte is just sitting at his desk with the stack, wearing that incorrigible look like “If I must suffer, so must you.”

One time--before MC was aware of this quirk--she had some chocolate that had mint in it after dinner. Leonardo kissed her without knowing (he came in late) and literally died where he was standing; he was biting his tongue to keep from gagging. MC just o: ???? because she’s never seen him make that grimace, especially after sharing a kiss. Comte was in fucking tears laughing at the head of the dining table while Napoleon and Sebastian were both fighting a smile--Arthur was outright wheezing. Isaac, blushing and coughing lightly into his fist, offers the explanation that Leonardo hates mint-flavored things and the scent of it makes him queasy.

W = Warrior (how does he feel about her fighting? Would he fight for her, beside her, etc?)

Man, this one’s tough, but if I’m honest I think he would be conflicted. On the one hand, he thinks it’s badass and hot as all fuck that she knows how to hold her own in a brawl; he can’t deny it’s sexy and reassuring (he has to resist the urge to gaud her into punching him). But. That knowledge also comes with a lot of concern. Was she in a place or around people that never once looked after her? Or was it a safety precaution? He will think deeply about the implications of her capabilities, and ask about it openly if he can’t deduce the reasons from afar. He will see it as very important information in regards to how to look after her properly.

That being said, I don’t think he would let his MC fight unless there was literally no other conceivable choice (say she was attacked while he wasn’t there or before he could intercept the blow). He would literally rather fall on a sword than see her get hurt. He’s durable and used to pain; he’d rather suffer and heal fast than see her sustain a single scar or bruise. Even if it makes her angry, he’ll take a hit and ask her to stay behind him every single time without fail. He’ll accept her frustration about it and will feel that it is perfectly valid to be annoyed with him. It still won’t make him budge, though.

Z = Zen (what makes him feel calm?)

Naps and lingering in bed well after morning with MC make this man happier and calmer than anything this world has ever seen. He loves that in those moments they aren’t thinking about anything else but each other, and he can indulge in the certainty of her presence in his life and so close to his heart. He can use the excuse of drowsiness to be tender, making love with a slow, devastating build to pleasure--hand entwined with hers against the sheets.

Failing that, he goes to things that stimulate his senses to find calm--he can’t really relax if his hands and/or mind aren’t occupied (i.e. cigarillos lmao). It’s why he’s often in the library; he’s always seeking new information and conundrums to sort out mentally if he doesn’t have the energy to go out and about. If he’s in his room he’ll be drafting diagrams, coming up with new concepts and architectural schematics, even making trinkets for MC or fixing something in the mansion. If he needs a change of scene or has the spoons, he’ll make a trip to town to help people with any problems that need solving, or find some excuse to go looking for and tease MC HAHA (he’s a little shit, but he’s our little shit úwù)

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp leo #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp hcs #ikevamp comte #ikevamp fluff #fluff headcanons #so like ik this is unhinged but also i hope you enjoy my nonsense?#tysm for sending in an ask it was a delight to do these for leonardo!#got carried away as usual but how does one not for this excellent bastard i salute him o7 #leonardo is just a roller coaster of a lover HAHAHA but that's not a bad thing~#here's to another day wishing i could hold him and tell him it will be okay **sighs**#rambles

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one-time-i-dreamt · 5 years ago

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Leonardo DiCaprio was one of those ghost-obsessed people of the 19th century, only he had gone further and joined an organization to prove the existence of the ghostly phenomenon. He told everyone that he was waiting on confirmation of his partner’s arrival in Antarctica, but what he didn’t tell them was that she was at a suicide facility there and she was supposed to send a message once she reached the afterlife. He got the message, and began researching the best methods of communicating with spirits. Apparently, ghosts were most active when food was involved, so I was hired to stand in the circle and eat carrots every time the activity subsided.

#dream #submission #leonardo dicaprio #ghosts #suicide mention #afterlife #suicide tw #death tw #food #carrot

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mnthpprt · 4 years ago

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Chapter 44: Truth And Dare

[WARNING: NSFW]

We spend the rest of the day in an odd sort of domestic bliss. William has been writing in his bedroom, and I have have been reading in mine. I get up from the bed when I hear his door open and close, only to find Puck in the hallway, pawing at the wood. He must have gotten kicked out for distracting William.

I scoop the bunny into my arms and make my way to the kitchen, where I make myself a sandwich with some cheese I find wrapped in cloth in a cupboard, and sit down to eat it along with some rouge.

“No, bichito, you can’t eat this,” I tell Puck when he climbs onto my lap to sniff the bread. “What is it? Are you hungry?” He wiggles his nose and stares at me with beady eyes, but does not give up his pursuit of my sandwich. “Okay,” I sigh, standing up again. I leave my food on the tall kitchen counter, out of the rabbit’s reach, and rummage around the kitchen for something to give him.

I give up soon enough, unable to find any vegetables, and opt to ask William for instructions. I noticed the little garden at the back of the house, and figured he must use it to feed Puck, but I want to make sure.

He opens the door quickly after I knock. It takes me a second to remember what I wanted to say. We have not talked about this morning. In fact, it’s like it never happened at all. It’s... strange, to say the least, even uncomfortable, but I do not know if I should bring up the topic of my attraction for him again. I doubt he feels anything beyond playful curiosity for me, and I still haven’t gotten over Leonardo. The way thinking of him helped me calm down at the café certainly surprised me, though. My attachment to him is obvious, but I never thought he would become my anchor, much less so after having ended our brief relationship.

“Um, uh...” I finally stammer. “I think Puck is hungry. I have no idea what rabbits can eat.”

“Oh,” William chuckles. “Well, I keep a basil plant in the back yard for him. Celery, clover... Carrot tops are alright too, but do not feed him the carrot itself. ‘Tis a treat only,” he explains.

“Okay, cool.”

I quickly turn and begin walking away, but he grabs my wrist, forcing me to stop.

“Anaïs, wait.” That makes me look at him. He only calls me by my name when he’s serious. “I have been wondering where the events from this morning leave us.”

“Yeah, me too...” I mutter.

“Thou should know that I am unusually fond of thee. I would not be opposed should thou choose to-”

“I don’t know,” I interrupt. “Part of me wants to, but part of me knows it’s not gonna end well. Not for me, at least. Not when it’s you.”

“I can’t promise I will not break thine heart,” he says slowly, “but I can promise thee this: if it ends badly, it shall be my downfall as well. The stakes are as high for me as they are for thee.”

“Perhaps, but we’re not even playing the same game,” I retort. “Are you just trying to get close to me to further whatever ulterior motives I’m sure you have, or are you actually interested in me that way?” I ask, pulling away from him.

“Thou art not any better, my sweet nightshade. Thou said so thyself, the only reason thou hast come to me is distrust.”

“Yeah, but that was before-” I cut myself off before I can finish the sentence. What the hell was I going to say, ‘before I developed a crush on you’? I absolutely blame this nonsense on vampire puberty, no matter what he says. He has a point, though. I am not as innocent as I have tried to convince myself I am. Sure, I might be attracted to William, but I must not forget why I came here in the first place. If my feelings need to be put on the line in order to find out what he’s up to, then so be it. “Fuck it,” I declare out loud. “Let’s do this.”

I grab him by the lapels of his jacket and pull him into a kiss. He smiles into it, satisfied with my decision, and buries a hand in my hair as the other grabs my waist. We stumble into his bedroom, and I kick the door closed behind me.

“Wait,” I rasp against his lips before pulling away. “We’re really doing this?”

“Only if thou art willing,” he answers. “Art thou?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he smirks, and swiftly attacks my lips again, deepening the kiss.

My arms snake around the back of his neck, where I begin playing with his soft hair. My fingers then trail down to the collar of his shirt and latch onto the top button, undoing it slowly. William takes the suddenly tedious labor from my hands, and I pull away from the kiss to observe him. He undresses slowly, his eyes fixed on mine as a smirk grows on his lips. The performer that he is is giving me a show.

‘Your turn’, his eyes seem to say when the fabric slides off his shoulders, baring his torso. He makes no attempt to touch me again. No, he wants me to do it on my own. I oblige his unspoken request and begin to slowly unbutton my own blouse. I feel vulnerable under his patient gaze. The sound of my own nervous heartbeat makes me hesitate, accelerated by the aura of danger that seems to emanate from William whenever I cross paths with him. But I am here to stay this time. I feel like prey, but I won’t run. I want to be his, if only for this very moment, regardless of how long it lasts.

I don’t stop until the last of my garments hits the floor. There I stand, fully naked for William to see, too caught up in the thrill of the moment to think of anything else. He comes closer as his gaze falls to my breasts.

No, that is not what he is looking at. He reaches up to delicately trace what’s left of the bullet wound with his index finger. Unlike the rest of my scars, this one has not disappeared completely, and I suspect that neither has the entry hole on my back. Thanks to le Comte turning me to save my life, it healed abnormally quickly, leaving behind a rounded, misshapen indent on the left side of my chest. It has a silver tone to it, paler than the rest of my skin, and looks only slightly worse the scar usually left behind by a smallpox vaccine.

“I am terribly sorry for causing that unfortunate incident, my nightshade,” William mutters, suddenly serious. “To be forever marked like that...”

“Do I look like I care about marks on my body?” I chuckle, lifting my heavily tattooed arm in front of his face in an attempt to lighten the mood a little.

I wonder what he meant by ‘forever’. Will this scar not fade eventually like the others? Either way, now is not the time to think about that. William seems to agree, because that lustful shine returns to his eyes as he moves on from the bullet wound to cup my breast. His touch is careful, like that of a museum curator handling an ancient, invaluable artefact.

I remain completely still as he begins to slowly circle around me. His hand slides up my collarbone, then down my shoulder and along my arm, following the black outline of the leaves that are permanently etched onto my skin. He comes to a stop right above the back of my elbow.

“Is that Vincent’s?” he asks, intrigued by the familiar style of the sunflower. I nod. He then leans in from behind to whisper into my ear. “Careful, my lady. Thou might make me jealous.”

“It’s from before I met him.” My voice comes out softer than I anticipated, breathy and nervous from William’s possessive tone. It sends shivers down my spine. “I just like his art, that’s all,” I quietly explain.

I feel him suddenly pull away from me, but I do not turn around to see what he’s doing. I stay completely immobile as he comes back to stand behind me, so close that his chest is touching my back. He gently pulls a soft fabric over my eyes. The red silk ribbon from last night. I do not fight it this time. I read somewhere that, when one sense is taken away, the rest become heightened, better. I wonder how much more I could perceive deprived of my vision. Everything already feels so different since I turned...

He finishes tying the ribbon into a secure knot on the back of my head. I gasp when his fingers brush against the spot on my back where I know the other scar is, matching the one on my chest.

“Come, Anaïs,” he says softly. “Lay down for me.”

I let him guide me to the bed. As much as I refuse to trust William, I must at least pretend I do if I want to get anywhere with my little investigation. The only way to earn his trust is to prove that he has mine.

Though I am terrified, I blindly oblige his request and lay down. What’s the worst he could do, kill me? That is not something I have ever been particularly afraid of. Besides, I doubt it is what William wants.

“Put your arms up.”

I obey. Almost immediately, I feel something soft wrap around my wrists. He’s tying me up. The idea of being bound by him, so vulnerable and at his mercy, makes my breathing accelerate.

“Relax,” he whispers. “Give me a single word and I will free thee. I would never do this against thine will.”

“Okay,” I breath out, reassured. It is hard to be afraid when he is so gentle, so attentive. But alas, that does not make me any less nervous. I have never done this before, willingly submitting to someone like this, and I don’t know what to expect. “I trust you,” I quietly state, partially to convince myself of the fact as much as him. And so, my performance begins.

I feel the mattress sink where William climbs onto the bed beside me and begins laying a trail of kisses down my neck. He makes his way down my body in an infuriatingly slow manner, but I can’t help but shiver every time his lips flutter over my skin.

I am startled by a light pinch on my sensitive right nipple. I did not notice his hand move there... It is not his fingers I am feeling. No, his wet tongue clues me in, when it begins to circle around it between his lips, pulling an unexpected moan from the back of my throat. I do feel his hand on my left breast, where he has begun gently twisting the nipple between his soft fingers. He darkly chuckles when another sigh of pleasure escapes my lips before abruptly letting go.

I whine, wanting more, but he won’t give it to me. Instead, he teasingly caresses my stomach, slowly moving towards... Nothing. His warm hand is gone from my skin as fast as it had come, and I wiggle in my restraints, unsatisfied.

“Be patient, my nightshade,” he sings, amused by my desperation. Desperation for him, that he created. He knows I am putty in his hands, and he likes it. I think I do, too. “Part thy legs.”

His order surprises me. I do as he says without question, eager for his touch. Finally, he slides a finger down the center of my folds, slowly, carefully, as if I was going to shatter from the tension. I think I might. His finger moves up, then down again, before finding my entrance. I open my legs apart even wider, granting him access, and he slowly pushes into me. My breaths are heavy with anticipation, interrupted by a needy whimper every time William moves his finger inside me. I want more.

He must be able to tell, for another finger joins the first in his painfully slow process. It does not last long, though. I hear the rustling of clothes and something metallic hit the floor. His belt. The mattress shifts under his weight. I can feel the warmth of his body hovering over mine in teasing proximity. His breath tickles my ear as he cruelly laughs yet again at the vulnerable state he has left me in. And his cock... Hard as a rock, it presses gently against my core before sliding into me.

I gasp and tense in pleasure around his girth. William’s hand returns to my breast, squeezing it lightly, and then moves to caress up my neck. He cups my cheek as he lets me adjust to the sudden fullness I feel. His thumb drags over my lips, parting them for another kiss. At the same time as he takes my mouth in his, he thrusts again. My resulting moan is muffled by the kiss.

The movement of his hips accelerates, steadily but slowly, until I am left a trembling mess under him. He maintains his rhythm, sending electric shocks all over my body.

“Thou art so beautiful, my nightshade,” he groans when I come undone. His pace slows, helping me ride out my orgasm. “Radiant as the Sun itself.”

He pulls out, and I am left breathing heavily in my uncomfortable position with my arms tied to the headboard. I hear some rustling before the knots around my wrists loosen. Once my hands are freed, William moves on to remove the blindfold. I blink a few times to help my eyes adjust to the light in the room, only to see William smirking down at me. He did not finish this time, too focused on pleasuring me instead. I stare at him, not knowing what to say.

“Mierda,” I blurt out, suddenly remembering something. I don’t know whether to attribute it to the post-coital clarity or my own unpredictable train of thought. “I forgot to feed Puck!”

I quickly wrap myself in a robe I find on a chair, still glistening with sweat, and run out the room.

#ikemen vampire #ikevam #ikevamp #ikemen #ikemen fanfiction #ikemen vampire fanfiction #ikevam fanfic #ikevamp fanfiction #ikemen vampire shakespeare #ikevamp shakespeare

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leonardoeatscarrots · 1 year ago

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Aww, thanks!!

And I did end up making another last night for my MC Craig ::)

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Follow for more prompts, series recommendations, and to help share the love to other creators!

#spaceships and vodka #leonardo eats carrots #craig davidson #history hyperfixation

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drowninginblox · 4 years ago

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I hate Tags but here i am-

Nicknames= Ginger, hoe, thot, that one, her, red head, Mandy, and brownie

Zodiac= hoe imma Leo

Height= last time I checked I was 5’1”

Hogswarts House= Hufflepuff

Last thing I googled= … Leonardo TMNT 2012

Song stuck in my head= Payphone by Maroon 5

Number of followers= 47

Amount of sleep= HAH! Hunny not enough!

Lucky number= 21

Dream Job= man idk. I wanna make stories

Wearing= Pfft. Na no thanks

Fav song= Good sir that impossible to answer

Fav instrument= Piano

Aesthetic= Moss, Crackling fire places at midnight, old books, long socks, mushrooms in corners, greenhouses, endless forests, flannels, and the smell of hot chocolate with cinnamon buns.

Favorite author= I love my father Rick Roardian

Favorite Animal Noise= …. Yknow I have grown accustomed to the sound of the wild fangirl. They have a caw that attracts others but it's all dependent on the region and who they are trying to contact.

Random= i lik girls who eat carrots

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eerythingisshaka · 6 years ago

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Play Though? Pt. 2

Part 1

(Dad!M’Baku x Black!OC)

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: I started the first chapter as a Reader insert, but I’m starting to feel more for original characters, so our main girl, Xavier’s mom and M’Baku’s love interest is Remi!

Remi had a problem, a pretty big one. A couple of days had passed since the unexpected friendship between M’Baku and both of their children. Xavier had talked his mother’s ear off to death about his spunky little new friend he made, and it made Remi genuinely happy to hear. She wanted her son to get in touch with his new friend again and have a solid friend, however thanks to her father, that may not happen.

M’Baku thought he was slick giving his number to her instead of the other way around. This forced Remi’s hand to have to make the decision and time to make the phone call and invite them over for the playdate that was promised. And sure, if Remi said she didn’t want to see M’Baku again, it would be a lie. But she didn’t even know where to start with him.

“X, get your backpack, it’s time to go baby.” Remi says, sliding her shoes on as she grabs her keys.

Xavier drags his feet into the kitchen along with his backpack on the floor. “Mama.”

“You didn’t pack your game in there right? I don’t want a kid to steal it.”

“Mama.”

Remi grabs her purse talking to herself. “If I am late again, I’ll fire my damn self. Shit!”

“Mama!” Xavier yells out.

“Oh! Mama’s sorry, I know that’s a bad word.”

“Daddy say that all the time.” Xavier says matter of factly.

Remi turns to him with her hand on her hip. “Excuse me? ALL the time?”

Xavier nods, picking at his nose. “Mama I don’t wanna go.”

Remi sighs walking over to her son and kneeling at his level. “Why not? You had a good time last week. You have friends there.”

He shrugs. “I don’t feel good.”

Remi puts a hand to his forehead. “You’re not hot...Is it your tummy?”

Xavier shakes his head. “Sometimes I don’t wanna go is all.”

Remi looks at her son’s round face lovingly. Her eyes looking back at her has always been a quick source of pride for Remi. Her hair texture, face shape, and bits of personality brought back memories of when she was a little girl. She took her time with him in moments like these.

“Well son, you know how Mama has to go to work everyday?”

“Not Saturday!” He corrects.

Remi chuckles. “Yes, smart boy. Not everyday do I work, But when I have to I go.”

“But you’re big, you have to.”

Remi smirks. “I am, but you have things to do too. Like keeping your toys cleaned up, and eating your peas and carrots.”

Xavier crosses his arms. “I don’t like those.”

“I know X. But think when I wasn’t feeling good on your birthday and you wanted your favorite blueberry waffles and sausage links with lots of syrup and scrambled eggs?”

Xavier’s eyes widen with excitement. “Can I have some now?!”

Remi shakes her head. “No, but do you hear me? I was sick and still gave your your favorite breakfast?” Xavier nods. “So things like that happen. You do stuff you don’t want to because you want to do right for other people. I wanted you to have a good birthday even though I didn’t feel good.”

“Whose birthday is it?” Xavier asks.

Remi hangs her head from this merry go round of a conversation. “No one’s. But you have friends and learning to do, which you need to be a big strong boy, so we have to go.”

Xavier pouts heavily as she puts on his backpack and pushes him out the door and in the car. Once she pulled up to daycare, Xavier’s face is covered in tear trails and snot bubbles, grips her hand tightly as she walks him to the entrance. A smiling worker greets Xavier happily.

“Ohhh, are we having a rough morning?”

Remi smiles tightly. “Kind of. He wasn’t feeling like going out today.”

The daycare worker kneels down. “Well I’m glad you came. Today is when we learn about planting with crushed up Oreo cookies and gummi worms and all kinds of good stuff. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

Xavier rubs his eyes hard nodding his head. Remi rustles his braids. “Sure does! You go ahead with Ms. Faye and have a good day. I’ll be back soon, ok?”

Xavier, hugs her legs with one healthy squeeze before going in. Ms Faye stays back with Remi for a minute.

“He’s been really great with the other children lately. First whole week without even a threat of an incident.”

Remi nods, folding her arms over herself. “I think that the word ‘threat’ is a bit strong but I appreciate the update.”

Ms. Faye shrugs. “Look, it’s tough on everybody involved. But we try to be supportive and encouraging so he is reminded that no one is against him. Does he display any aggression at home?”

Remi shakes her head. “And once again, please watch the words you use to describe his behavior. Aggressive? Never. He is a mama’s boy, turns into a puddle whenever I call him out on the smallest thing.”

Ms. Faye nods stoically. “Ok. I know he used to mention visiting his father more often, has he been able to get time with him?’

Remi shifted nervously. Xavier’s father was a sore subject for Remi to dive into at any point in time. He is a slick talker, big dreamer which was half the reason Remi gave him the time of day. He has a way of making her feel like a sinking ship was still rising on the other side of the surface if you hold your breath long enough. But his promises never came to fruition and led her and eventually her son down a road that they barely got out of unscathed. She’d hoped Xavier was still young enough to not be worried about the troubles of the past, but it doesn’t seem that way.

“We have plans to see him soon, yeah. Just don’t bring it up to him, that’s a little too heavy to have on his mind when I’m not there. Ok?” Remi says. Ms. Faye nods knowingly before bidding her farewell. Remi checks her phone: of course time got away from her again.

Remi zooms over to the beauty shop, parking in the back as she jogs in the back door to make it to her chair.

“Uh uh! I know you not trying to get past us that easily Re!”

The voice that called her out belonged to Patricia or Trixie, the shop owner. She’s a middle aged Black woman who looked like Storm’s auntie, grey locs and all sitting atop her head in a bun and headscarf. She’s putting a roller set into an elderly woman’s hair.

“I’m sorry Trixie. I got behind dropping my son off at daycare.” Remi says, prepping her area.

Trixie fixes her mouth before speaking. “You spoil that boy too much. Why don’t you have my cousin watch him? She run a daycare from her house and won’t charge you an arm and leg to do it.”

“Are we just gonna forget the trap house she lives next to? Or how she turns deaf and blind soon as someone calls her on that phone she stays glued to 24/7.” Remi says.

Trixie waves her off. “Oh the boy gotta learn how to handle himself in the world eventually. When his father coming by to get him?”

Remi calls a waiting patron over to her chair. “I don’t know anymore. I haven’t tried calling him lately.”

“Oh hell, you shouldn’t have to!” Mika says out the blue across the room. She works with Remi too, started not long after Remi did.

“Thank you! The boy ought to be calling you to spend some time with his firstborn! I still wonder if he lying bout that…” Trixie adds under her breath.

Remi starts walks her patron to a sink bowl. “That’s the truth, believe me. The man acts like his dick is solid gold and his sperm is diamond encrusted. Surprisingly he don’t give it out willy nilly.”

Trixie helps escort her patron under a dryer. “He was always so odd to me. Too pretty to be like that, he oughta be having babies right and left.”

Mika chimes in from her filing her nails. “He could be like Prince or Leonardo di Caprio out here: had all these women in a tizzy but no kids. They kept they shit on ZipLoc.”

Remi and Trixie laugh at her suggestion. “Ok, ok. But to be serious a second, he should be calling you, for real. He needs to see his son and you need a break. I can tell you running yourself ragged making sure the sun revolves around him.”

Remi towel dries her patron. “I’m good. Xavier IS my world, I’m not ashamed to admit that. I’m raising a Black man in the making, and I will not fuck this up, deadbeat daddy be damned. Plus, I get me time with you all here. That’s socializing enough.”

Trixie makes a face with a slight eye roll. “I mean that’s noble and all, but hell, I don’t need you being a spinster at your age. You still got all that youth, you need to put that beauty and energy into something that’s gonna appreciate it. You know, someone that doesn’t require potty breaks and reads at high school level.”

Remi scoffs as she combs out her patron’s hair. “What’re you trying to say?”

“GIRL GET YOU A MAN! A date, a one night stand, a something with a dick and a pulse!” Mika exclaims. The whole shop goes quiet looking at her like the aftermath of an explosion. “Y’all were thinking it. You too Mae, I know you know. You been married 50 yrs and his death didn’t stop you.”

Remi’s patron Mae turned around in her chair wordlessly away from Mika in response.

Trixie tries to even things out. “Thank you for that Mika. But what I’m trying to say is you need a night out or something. You say you socialize with us but you never go outside of this shop with us, and that’s not cuz we ain’t tryin.”

Remi sighs. “You right, you right. I got a routine is all, and what if I go somewhere and-and Xavier needs me cuz he misses me? Having a nightmare? Wet the bed?”

“Ohhh my God.” Mika groans.

“Mika, shut the hell up. Re, I get that. When my kids were small, they had my undivided attention cuz I was young, younger than you, and had to hustle to make sure my babies had what they needed so their lives were good despite the circumstances they were brought in.”

“Thank you! Yes!” Remi exclaims feeling vindicated.

Trixie holds up a hand. “But! I didn’t have a life because of it. I lost a little bit of what it meant to be me outside of being a mother. Now, like I said I was younger, less established and had an extra couple kids before your age compared to your one. All I’m saying is, you have a means to make a life for yourself still without losing yourself.”

Remi sighs. “The boy is a handful though. I won’t put a man over my son. Even like this past weekend, some guy tried to talk to me up with his kid at the park.”

“Oh?” Mika perks up.

Remi nods, oblivious to Mika’s excitement. “Yeah! Interrupting my time with Xavier so he could try and talk me up. Like he wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Wait, wait wait. Ok, first of all, what was the exact situation here. Did he look like one of these dusty van driving niggas using a kid to lure women or something?”

“No, Mika! But he don’t have to, he’s a big ass dude. Like a fucking...oak ass tree ass, thick looking nigga…” Remi says hesitantly. She bites her lip at the thought of his appearance, almost forgetting how handsome he is with the amount of time having passed.

Trixie walks up to her pointing. “Girllll, I see you! He was FINE huh? Light skinned, dark skinned?”

“Dark skinned, yeah. His daughter is just as cute too, like gorgeous and smart. He treats her like a doll.”

“How much time did y’all spend together??” Mika’s voice asks in a high pitched voice, fanning herself.

Remi stamps her foot. “Y’all stahp! It’s literally not like that at all. He tried it though, giving me his number like he just know he gonna see me again.”

Trixie and Mika look at one another one second before falling out in laughter and praise dancing in the middle of the shop. Remi looks at them in wide eyed wonderment before coaxing them to calm down.

“Aye aye! This is a place of business y’all, the hell you doin?”

Trixie stops to catch her breath. “Child this MY place of business, you better turn up! If you don’t call this fine single father who gave you the go ahead to seek him out, I WILL!”

Remi rolls her eyes. “It’s gonna be a waste of time though!”

Mika chimes in. “Let him waste your time! You got your time too organized, you stiff! You need something to break down your walls….oh shit! You see that double entendre!”

Trixie and Mika screech, giving each other a high five.

“Excuse me!” Mae says in Remi’s chair.

Remi turns to her. “Oh oh, I’m sorry! I’ll get you under the dryer right now. Excuse the noise.”

She shakes her head. “No dear, the man who is sweet on you. Why not try to get to know him a little? You’re too beautiful to be single, and you both have children. There’s a lot to relate to one another about.”

Remi smiles sweetly at the old white woman. “Thank you, I appreciate your advice Mae. I’m still thinking about it though.”

“Well that is a start in itself. Pray about it, you’ll know what’s right.” Mae’s saggy cheeks lift a little as she smiles with a closed mouth as Remi escorts her to a chair for drying.

Mika and Trixie finally got off of the subject of Remi’s potential love life and got through the appointments of the day. What little time she had to herself was spent thinking of dinner for Xavier and NOW checking the new contact in her phone and wondering if she should take the plunge dive in some uncharted waters. By the close of business, Remi was zooming over to the daycare to see her little boy; she missed him so much by the end of the work day. She’s thankful he is still small enough for her to hold and snuggle, though he’s growing up so fast.

When Remi arrives to the daycare, Faye walks Xavier out, who runs the rest of the way over to her.

“Hey X! Did you have a good day?” Remi asks, picking him up into a big hug. He smelled like outside and the coconut oil spray she conditions his hair with.

His little arms tightened around her head. “Yeah! I planted gummi worms and made mud!”

“It was pudding.” Faye chuckled. “Xavier was the life of the party today.”

Remi kisses his cheek greedily as she puts him in his booster seat in the back. When she closes the door, Faye grabs Remi’s attention.

“Remi, he was great today. He even helped out with the project, passing out our ‘flower pots’, which were just styrofoam cups. But he really showed a lot of leadership and gentleness today.”

Remi looks back at her little boy in the car with pride. “That’s what he is, gentle and bossy.”

Faye nods. “So great. He even had a lot of conversation for me today. Someone he met taught him about plants before. Some kind of strong trees from Africa?”

Remi searches her mind; she always took Xavier to the library for books of all kinds for him to learn about the world, but she didn’t recall anything from books or TV on that.

“Really? I’ve got to ask him about that, must’ve been on PBS or something when I wasn’t paying attention.” Remi surmises.

“Well it stuck, I love seeing comprehension in children at a young age. He’s got a strong foundation for it in you. Thanks for bringing him by.”

“No problem! I wouldn’t mind a discount on fees since he is such a joy.” Remi says jokingly as she walks to the car.

“If only!” Faye retorts, waving back proudly.

Remi and Xavier drive home, bopping to the radio edits of their favorite hits the whole way back. Xavier’s mood lifted Remi’s so easily; she was dog tired on the way to pick him up after hours of being on her feet, but now she felt like they could party all night. Looking back at his serious jam face mumbling the riff of a Miguel song tickled her, such a performer.

Once they arrived at their home, Remi starts to rundown the menu, heading to the kitchen.

“Ok X-man, we can have some spaghetti, I got turkey meat for sandwiches. Or I could make those fish tacos, you liked those last time.”

“Mama, can I have my birthday today?” Xavier calls from the couch he is standing on.

Remi closes the fridge door to approach her son. “Mk, first, get off the couch. We don’t even do that on birthdays.”

Xavier jumps off standing by his mom. “Please? Can I have my birthday?”

Remi pulls out some bread to make a sandwich. “Sweetie, I don’t have any waffle mix or blueberries.”

Xavier crawls into a chair. “No mama, I want birthday. Not waffles.”

Remi stops prepping the sandwich to look at her son carefully. “Your birthday isn’t for six more months, why do you want to celebrate so early?”

“I want Sunny to come over and play.” Xavier says reaching for a lunch meat slice to chew on.

Remi looks at Xavier with confusion. “Who is Sunny, baby?”

“My friend from the park. Her dad came too, I want to see her for my birthday.” Xavier says through a mouth full of meat.

Remi chuckles to go back to assembling her sandwich. “X, you don’t need a birthday to see Jolasun, we can see her anytime.”

Xavier’s eyes light up. “Can I see her tomorrow??”

Remi groans as she thinks. “Uhhh, probably not….”

“If it’s my birthday tomorrow, can I see her?” Xavier asks.

Remi gives her son a look. “Xavier, what’s this birthday mess you keep talking about? We will see her when I say we can, I’m just not sure yet.”

Xavier’s face falls. “But you say you do cool stuff for my birthday, even if you feel bad.”

Remi purses her mouth and steps away from the sandwich ingredients. She pulls a seat up next to her son giving him her full attention.

“Listen, that’s different. I told you that so you would understand why you have to go to school in the morning. It doesn’t work for other things like seeing friends.”

Xavier’s eyes begin to water as he looks sadly at his turkey slice. “But I want to see Sunny….”

Remi rubs his back. “We will, X! I promise we will, don’t get upset.”

Xavier sniffles. “But you don’t want to…”

“No! No, I do want to see her. She’s a lovely little girl. I’m just nervous about...stuff.” Remi says curtly. Mika and Trixie could barely understand her thoughts on M’Baku, how would a 4 year old.

Xavier looks at her with puppy dog eyes. “I am nervous too Mama. At school and when I saw Sunny, but then I was happy because they were nice. Sunny is too mama!”

Remi pulls her son in for a hug as chokes up a little. His whole world crumbles so easily, she hated to see him get this way. “X, now calm down so Mama can talk to you. It’s ok to have friends and I’m glad you want to see them. I;m so proud of you for being a big boy and not getting nervous. Ms. Faye told me how good you were today.”

“Yeah?”

Remi nods, pulling him back to face her. “Of course! You’re always a smart little gentleman, don’t forget that.” Remi wipes his tears and grabs a napkin to get at his nose. “And I know Sunny thinks you’re great too. So, since she knows how cool you are and wants to see you, why not go see her.”

Xavier’s face lights up again. “For real?? Are we going to the park again?!”

Remi grabs her phone. “Well, I don’t know exactly but I’ll call her Dad and we’ll see, ok?” Remi gives him half the sandwich she made and a cup of juice and chips. “Sit and eat while I talk. Don’t drink all the juice and eat all the chips before you finish the sandwich.”

Remi walks over the the living room, sitting in her easy chair to scroll to his number. Her heart felt like it skipped just at the sight of his name: M’Baku. Such a good name, took little effort once you got past the hard B, then your lips and tongue just fall in line with a whisper into the last two syllables. It’s been days since their first interaction, would he even remember their interaction, her name?

She shakes her head free of toxic thoughts as best she could or she’d never go for it, and hit Call. This is for Xavier and Jolasun after all, this would have little to do with you and M’Baku if she got her way fully. The phone rang and rang in her ear, with each ring she wondered if calling was too much. Maybe she should’ve texted or maybe go to the park like Xavier said and hope to run into-

“Hello?” M’Baku’s deep, elegant voice bound through the phone to her ear, causing a tingle in her brain.

“Oh, uh hey! This is Remi, uh from the park? You came over to help me with my groceries.”

M’Baku does a low chuckle. “Yes, Remi, I haven’t forgotten you at all. But I thought you had forgotten me.”

His tone dropping into a realm of hurt ego, it made him that much more charismatic. “Well Xavier hasn’t forgotten Jolasun.” Remi says, steering the conversation back on track.

“Tell her I said hi!” Xavier yells from his chair with a mouthful of sandwich.

“....and he says hello.” Remi adds.

“Ahh, I heard. Jola is still napping, but I will relay the message.” M’Baku says very relaxed, as if he is settling in comfortably for an intimate conversation.

An awkward pause of silence fills the conversation as Remi plays with her nails waiting for M’Baku to say something, anything to hopefully make her hang up an say that it can’t happen.

“Was...that all you called for?” M’Baku inquires. She could hear the smile in his voice.

“No. Um, Xavier wanted to see Jolasun so I wanted to coordinate with you and see when you’d be free...basically.”

“Ah, so your son persuaded you.”

“...yea.” Remi adds curtly.

“Am I invited as well?”

“I mean you would want to bring her here I thought, so….in a way...yes?”

M’Baku groans demonstratively, muttering a few things under his breath for dramatic effect. “Well, that is good enough for me. Do you feel like having dinner tomorrow night?” M’Baku asks.

“Uh, I mean I want the kids to spend time together, we’re not going-”

“Remember when I offered to show you an exquisite, nutritious meal that meat and plant eaters alike could enjoy?”

Remi smacked her forehead. As hard as she tried to keep this conversation off of flirtation, she maneuvered herself into a ditch of embarrassment. “Right.”

“Then me and Jola will come by, we can cook as they play, and we will all eat together, eh?”

Remi looks over to Xavier. “That sounds nice, but I really don’t want to be stuck with trash and dishes. Sounds like more work then I want to sign up for.”

“I know how to clean and take trash out. I will bring my own pots, I am particular about my cookware anyway.”

“Oh? Are my pots and pans subpar?” Remi quips.

“I don’t know yet. I’ll have to come see for myself.” M’Baku says. Remi could practically hear his wink.

“Oh God, this is ridiculous.” Remi shakes her head, gripping the bridge of her nose.

“What is ridiculous is passing on a chance for a free meal and company since we all get along so well. The kids have their playdate while we have our-”

“Dinner. A good meal and babysitting, sounds lovely.” Remi says.

M’Baku chuckles again. “Yes, a meal in your beautiful home. And I sincerely cannot wait for it.”

Remi felt herself getting warm. The way he said beautiful, it didn’t feel like he meant the house. She fought herself on wanting to hear that word from his mouth in connection to her instead. “I...know Xavier and Jolasun will have a good time.”

Remi hears shuffles on M’Baku’s end. “I will have to let you go now, lady of the house is stirring. See you on tomorrow!”

Remi smiles, saying goodbye before hanging up her phone and looking off into space for a bit. She gets lost in remembering his features, his stance, matching his expressions with the cadence of his voice over the phone and imagining that wide smile excitedly planning a night with her and Xavier.

“Mama! What he say?” Xavier asks through a mouthful of crackers.

“Chew your food! But they will be coming.”

“YAYYY!!” Xavier pops out of his seat and runs over to his mom, climbing her feet roughly to get in her lap.

“Ouch, boy!” Remi picks him up the rest of the way, laughing to herself as they embrace. Xavier looks into his mother’s face, forehead to forehead, nose to nose.

“What do you say?” Remi quizzes her child, her vision blurred as his features become a Picasso from her eyes crossing to look at him from point blank range.

“Thank you mama!” Xavier’s breath smells like every component of his dinner. She loved making her baby boy happy. It’s not always so easy to do.

The next night, Remi lays out a couples of pots, pans, and various utensils to prepare for the night with M’Baku and Jolasun. He texted earlier in the day to let her know he would be bringing groceries with him so Remi wouldn’t have to worry about having the right stuff, no matter how much she protested against this. Remi still felt off about tonight, like something wasn’t quite copacetic but she reminded herself this was not a date. More like a summer camp and they were the counselors….not horny ones like the movies always depict, that’d be gross…

It had been so long since Remi let a man interested in her inside of her home, she really was not sure how to act. M’Baku could still be just a nice buddy, with little interest in her especially exclusivity.

Remi groans at the tracks her mind went on. She keeps steering into a romance thing! The kitchen was set, so she changed atmosphere, going upstairs to check her face and make sure she was good to go look-wise.

She tried to keep her outfit cute, but not too elementary school teacher-ish. Enough to show her assets, but conservative enough to wear to church. But not too formal to keep up with the kids and there impending messes, just over the line of looking like she cares. She is at her house for this, but some freshening up is necessary for guests.

She takes out a nude lip to touch up as she calls out to Xavier. “X! Come here so I can see you!”

Xavier’s feet stomp rapidly up the hall to stand outside her bathroom. He has on his favorite CoryxKenshin shirt with a little plaid shirt layered over it and canvas pants with his Keds.

Remi beamed. “You are so handsome!”

He looks down at himself, almost going into a headstand as his braids stood up to gravity. “I do?”

“Yes! Of course, always! Are you excited?”

He nods. “Are we going to sing happy birthday with cake?”

Remi laughs as she fills in her brows. “No baby, remember? We aren’t going to do your birthday. This is a regular day with your friend Jolasun.”

The doorbell rang on cue.

“Sunny!” Xavier exclaims racing away.

“Xavier, don’t open that door! I’ll get it!” Remi’s heart rate picks up as she tries to summon the energy of her co-workers to gage as much of the possibilities tonight has to offer as possible. Checking her phone, looks like they are a but early, she thinks as she heads downstairs again.

Xavier is bouncing by the kitchen, ready for an adventure. His smiling face calms Remi effortlessly as she glides in her confident walk across the floor to the door, putting on a genuine smile as she opens the door.

“Hey, Remi! And little man! Look at y’all!”

Remi’s face drops instantly. “Ron?”

Part 3

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