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[princekirijo]

Damn Visions of V was so good, really made me appreciate V more as a character

[artists-ally]

Hello sweetheart 😘 I really really adore your writing so much ! So, I dare to send in an idea as well 🥰 maybe you're dating Harvey but he barely had time for you lately, so one time he wants to surprise you with dinner at his apartment and you enjoy your time together. Then you both end your evening with lovely passionate smut and lots of cuddles afterwards. In the morning he wakes up before you and takes time in admiring you, realizing how happy he is to have you ? Hope that's not too cheesy ❤️ thank you so much in advance!

{Warm} Reader x Harvey Specter

This has been sitting in my inbox for god knows how long. I thank you for your patience my dear. I love this idea so much, and this song Warm by SG Lewis is just perfect. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. P.S. nothing is EVER too cheesy for me to write <3

Word Count: 3,998

Warnings: Just some good ole fluff and smut, some very soft dom!Harvey.

Tagging: @rosedpetal @blacktreacle22

Summary: After a particularly brutal month in the office, you've noticed some changes. Harvey is just... not present. Rather than demanding his attention, you just simply float by, knowing eventually he'll return his negligence. And boy does he ever.

~~~~~

“Yn, you really just need to grow a set and tell Harvey he’s being a jackass,” Donna scolds through the phone.

I roll my eyes, “Donna, I told you before. I don’t mind. He’s focused on winning this case, and it quite literally is the life and death of this firm. So, while I appreciate your ‘words of affirmation’, I didn’t ask for them.”

“I know, I just hate to see you so neglected.”

“Oh please,” I pff, flipping my head to move a chunk of hair out of my eye. “Neglected is probably the last thing I am. I can entertain myself. I actually haven’t minded the space. Every once and a while it’s good to go back to the basics. I’ve finally learned how to take care of the plants, I can make a mean lasagna too. I’ve even gotten back into reading. For fun.”

“Sheesh, clearly something is wrong if you’ve been reading voluntarily.”

I snickered. “I don’t know, I saw a book recommendation on instagram and fell in love. Childhood penpals turned strangers, turned back to penpals and she found out he’s the world's biggest rock star and he’s been writing songs about her the entire time.”

“Sounds exactly like the fairytale mushy-gushy shit you love. How you found Harvey to fill those shoes I’ll never understand.”

“He’s just… I don’t know, exactly what I need? My life is perpetually disorganized and he’s too organized. We balance each other out. It just works, and I love our life. I love our dynamic, and I love him. Since he’s so busy, and I have the energy and mental space to, I don’t mind picking up the slack. Again, things will balance themselves back.”

Donna sighed, and I knew that flat line was on her lips. “I know, you’re always so insightful. Optimistic bitch.” I cackled a laugh. “But in all seriousness, Harvey needs you. You’re right, he is too organized. He needs you to unwind him. I know how he is, and he needs a kick in the ass every once in a while. So, if by the end of the week, he doesn’t come around a little, just push him. He’ll fold. Especially for you, and that ass of yours.”

A smile bloomed onto my face, the door of our apartment building coming into view. “Thanks Donna, I’ll let you know how tonight goes. Maybe I’ll stop by the office in the morning and bring the crew some coffee, a few bagels as well.”

“This is why you will always remain my favorite. Now go eat that Chinese food, you sexy son of a bitch.”

“How did you know I had Chinese food?” 

“Because I’m Donna.” Then the line went dead.

Psycho. My psycho, but still a psycho. 

I did indeed have a takeout bag hooked in my elbow filled with Chinese food. Sesame chicken and wonton soup for me, beef and broccoli with pork lo-mein for Harvey. I got a small order of pork fried rice and some scallion pancakes to share. I was about ten seconds away from crouching in an alley and eating myself into a coma. 

The city streets were just beginning to fill up with Friday night festivities. Those heading to lavish dinners or exotic clubs, dressed to the nines with pristine hair and outfits. I looked down at my beat up orthopedic sneakers that kept the never ending foot pain of being a museum tour guide at bay. Here I was, surrounded by the most eccentric and busy place on earth, with absolutely nothing to do.

And that felt amazing. 

I scurried up the steps to the apartment building, greeting our doorsman with a smile and a wave. He gave me one back, pulling open the big glass doors. The mild April chill vanished and the comfortable, still air caressed my cheeks. The elevator door chimed open, chimed closed, and ascended to the top. 

21… 22… 23… the floors climbed and climbed. What was I going to watch? The new season of Bridgerton was out, I could watch that. No, the next season can’t possibly be as good as Charlottes. Maybe a movie? Didn’t that second Dunne one come out? I’m not sure I understand the first one enough to comprehend the second. 

The ding sounds, and I step off, juggling my keys as I rattle off more ideas in my head. 

There's always The Big Bang Theory, maybe Two Broke Girls? Nah, I’ve seen those a thousand times. Maybe I should watch something new. No, nothing sounds interesting. I could try to read, but I don’t wanna risk spilling anything on my book. Once in third grade, I was eating a bowl of cereal in the morning, and I spilled the entire thing on my book. If You Give A Mouse A Cookie was never the same again. 

When the door opened, I toed off my sneakers, kicking them in the corner. I threw the keys in the bowl and hummed a song aimlessly. In the kitchen, I pried a plate out of the cabinet and began to spoon food onto my plate. I won’t tell Harvey, but I stole some of his lo-mein. 

“Yn,” a voice spoke. 

I spun so hard I knocked my hip into the kitchen island corner, a scream bubbling out. “Jesus fucking christ Harvey! You could warn me next time, fucking hell.” 

My heart thrashed in my chest, my eyes going a little wonky from adrenaline. I swallowed, bending at the waist to catch my breath.

“Sorry, my love,” he smiled, coming to raise me from my hunched over position. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“A simple text would’ve been lovely,” I sighed, rising to my full height. “What the hell are you doing…”

All words died on my tongue as I looked around. The table was decorated with a white cloth, candles skewed about. There were flowers in a vase on the counter, beside it a card with two small boxes. There was champagne chilling in a metal bucket of ice, a box of chocolate covered strawberries and cherries next to it. 

“Harvey, what’s all this for? Our anniversary isn’t for two months.”

He grinned, that smirk going right to my chest. “No, it’s not.”

“Then what's all… this?” I waved my hand around, noticing a few balloons blown up and taped to the archway. I somehow completely missed the rose petals lining the floor. 

“It’s because I love you,” Harvey grabbed my hips, pressing our fronts together. “You’ve been… dealing with me for weeks now. My absence, my constant mood swings and lashing out. And I know what you’re gonna say-”

“That I know you’ve been stressed and need some time to focus on the case?”

Harvey tilted his head, a flat expression on his lips. “Yes. That.” 

“It’s not a big deal, Harvey. I know how important work is to you, and I know that you’ve really needed to focus so the firm doesn’t crumble and-”

“But I need you to know that you are a thousand times more important than work,” he says, placing his palms on my cheeks. He kisses me softly, stealing the air from my lungs. “Then the firm,” another kiss.  “And anything that has to do with that hellscape. I love you, Yn. And I don’t know what I would do without your constant flexibility with my chaotic life. So this is a very small token of my appreciation. The first part, at least.”

I hummed against his lips, letting my arms lay across his shoulders. I kiss him deeply. “The first part?”

“Mhmm,” he nodded, hands falling down my back, a less than PG-13 flex of his hands on my ass. “First, I want you to open those little boxes. Then, we’re gonna eat and have some dessert.”

“I feel like there's more to this list,” I smile, making my way back to the counter to get our food. One second to the next, Harvey gripped my arm and pulled me back into his chest. I could feel his desire pressing into me. “Looks like I’m right.”

“You’re always right,” he whispered, breath tickling my ear. He kissed the side of my neck, leaving a little bite below my ear. “Go sit, I’ll get the food.”

A new thrill fueled my body, propelling my steps to the dining room. I sat, playing with the end of the table cloth as Harvey brough everything over. The champagne, the card, the boxes and the food. Before he made his way to his seat, his palm cupped my neck and he tilted my head back. His deep, lust filled eyes locked with mine before he kissed me again. 

“Open whichever you’d like, darling,” he sat opposite me, tucking the napkin across his lap. 

“Just because I did what anyone would for their love doesn’t mean you need to shower me with gifts, Harvey,” I said, giving him a pointed look. 

“And if I bought them just because I wanted to?” 

Point taken. I read the card, a picture of a polar bear wearing sunglasses on a beach with a coconut in its hand plastered on the front. 

Classy. It made me giggle nonetheless.

To my Yn,

Thank you. I’m sorry. I love you. Thank you for being here, even when I wasn’t. I’m sorry for my absence, I promise I’ll be more conscious of my time spent at the office. I love you, more than I ever thought I’d ever be able to love anything. You are everything I’ve always wanted, and everything I never knew I’d need. After this last month, I didn’t understand just how badly I craved you. Your smile, your laugh, your warmth. The taste of you in the morning, and those adorable snores at night. No matter how many times I do it, I’ll never get tired of kissing you. Never tire of taking your breath away. I’ll never get sick of you being the first thing I see when I wake up, and the last thing before I sleep. 

You are forever entwined in my soul, Yn. And I wouldn’t dare to imagine it otherwise. 

I love you. <3 Harvey

I looked up at him, tears lining my eyes. He just winked at me, fork scraping his plate as he shoved a mouthful in. 

“Fuck you for that,” I sniffled, brushing away the tears as I blinked. “That was so uncalled for, you didn’t need to do that to me. That’s so unfair.”

He smiled, “I know you love that shit. And before you ask, Donna didn’t come near me when I was writing that. It all came from up here.”

I laughed as he touched the side of his head. “Good to know all those years at Harvard Law taught you something other than corporate jargon.”

“Open the boxes, little devil,” he sipped his champagne, nudging the boxes towards me. 

Both were a dark blue velvet, unlabeled. They were closed with a silver ribbon. The first one I grabbed was about the size of a book, and something rattled inside. I undid the bow, lifting the lid. Inside was a Kindle. I gasped, pulling it out and looking it over. 

“Harvey,” I grinned, mouth falling open. “You did not.”

“But I did,” he smiled brightly. “Unlimited.”

I could jump his bones from across the table. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Well, after you find out I got you a case, a Pop Socket, and one of those stands with the remote clicker so you don’t even have to hold it, you might love me a little more.” I squealed, pushing out of my chair as I crashed into him. We nearly tipped backwards. Harvey laughed, rubbing my sides as I latched onto him. “I knew you’d appreciate this. I know we haven’t been together much, but I remembered you showed me a video of some girl who had one.” “You remembered that?” A new set of tears choked my voice. 

“Of course I did. And I also remember you telling me that if I bought you another set of earrings you’d use them to pierce my ears, so that option went out the window.”

I swatted his chest, Harvey’s smile easy as he eased me off of him. “This is perfect, thank you so much.”

“Of course, my dear. Now open the next one.”

What could be better than a Kindle Unlimited? With a stand AND a remote to turn the pages for me. Harvey has no idea what he’s done, I’ll literally never get out of bed again. 

Practically ripping the box in half, I take off the lid and peer inside. 

I blink a few times, looking from him to the box. “My passport?”

“Yup.”

“I feel like there is something I’m not getting here.”

“There is.”

“Are you gonna tell me or make me guess?”

“I’m not that mean,” he rolled his eyes. 

“I mean you have been ignoring me for the past month,” I feigned being upset, letting out a little yelp when he threw a piece of broccoli at me. “You're literally four years old.”

“We’re going to China.”

Everything stopped moving. I dropped the box, my small, navy blue passport skittering across the floor. My ears buzzed, my fingers buzzed. “I- What?”

Harvey grinned. Fuck, I missed that grin. “We’re going to China. We won the case last night, and I am desperate for some time with you. You’ve always wanted to go, so why not now? I have everything set up. We’re gonna stay in the mountains, we’re gonna go hiking and see some shows. I also know you’ve wanted to-”

“We’re going to China?” I had to make sure I heard him right? I’ve been learning the language for years now, engrossed with their rich culture and history. The cuisine, the art, the music… everything. Had I been in a different timeline, I would’ve moved there. 

“Yes, my love. We’re going to China. Two weeks.”

“Two weeks?” My eyes nearly fell out of my skull. “I can’t take two weeks off of-”

“Yn,” he cut me off, knowing I was going to spiral into a never ending list of reasons of 'why this and why that'. “It’s all been taken care of. All you have to do is pack a bag and get you cute ass in my car on Sunday morning. Don’t worry about anything else.”

“But-But Harvey… what the FUCK? WE’RE GOING TO CHINA? Oh my god, I have to call Donna.”

“Can you call Donna tomorrow? I have other things I’d like to do before you go blabbering to her about how amazing and awesome I am for planning this.”

I eyed him suspiciously. “Donna planned this, didn’t she?"

“She did find the panda place. And the art festival. But everything else was my doing. You can applaud now.” Cocky, arrogant son of a bitch. My cocky, arrogant son of a bitch, but one nonetheless.

I looked at him, dumbfounded. He did all this for me, just because he had a crazy workload. I feel like it should be the opposite, me pampering him, congratulating him on his huge win. Not him fueling my book obsession and planning my dream trip. 

But it was yet another reason I loved him more and more every day. He just did these things, without prompting. Without need. He felt like he was neglecting me, leading to… all of this. 

We ate our dinner, chatting about anything other than the case. I asked about it, twice, and he completely side-stepped my attempt. I wanted to know, but if he didn’t want to talk, I wouldn’t push. I told him the plot of this terrible Mafia romance book I finished earlier in the week, and he listened to every grating, awful point I made about it. All with a dopey smile on his face. 

Harvey cleared the plates, setting them in the sink. He brought more champagne, the strawberries and the cherries. In a calm silence, we devoured them, eyes raking over each other. I risked a look below the table, seeing just exactly where he wanted the next phase of the night to go. 

“You looking at it makes it worse, you know,” Harvey leaned back in his chair, my legs propped in his lap. He stroked his hand up and down, fingers dipping into one of the holes in my jeans. 

“Good,” I smiled, a sinful intent in my eyes. 

He looked from my smile to my eyes and back down. With a curse, he threw my legs off his lap and pulled my chair close to his. Harvey enveloped his mouth with mine, the sweet taste of chocolate mixed with the sour berry and tarte champagne. Every flavor on his tongue became my own. 

I was in his lap the next second, legs folded against his thighs. Harvey kept me firmly planted. Steady. He wouldn’t dare let me fall. I got lost in him, suddenly aware just how long it had been since I truly had him. Truly tasted him. Truly craved him.

He stood, taking me with him. The familiar route to our bedroom whirled by. I landed on the bed with a soft bounce, tugging on the collar of his shirt until he laid on top of me.

“So demanding,” he whispered on my lips. I wrapped my legs around his hips to emphasize my need. “Fuck… I love it when you get like this.”

“You made me this way, Harvey,” I pleaded, eyes catching him. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to give you what you deserve,” Harvey sighs. It’s not heavy, but it’s noticeable. “Let me take care of you, Yn.”

“I just need you to-”

“I know, my love. Let me worship you. Treat you how you deserve. You’ve been so patient with me, now let me return the favor.”

Well, I’d be stupid to deny him.

Delicately, he kissed down my torso, lifting my shirt over my head and throwing it for tomorrow's problem. He removed my socks, then my jeans. From ankle to knee, he kissed and bit my skin, making me squirm against the sheets.

Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, the tips of my fingers and toes pulsing with anticipation. With the last remaining pieces of my clothes gone, he spread my legs, kneeling to the ground. 

The sight of Harvey Specter on his knees between my thighs was… empowering. Not that he hasn’t tasted me with his tongue, I’ve just… always been on top. Never so… exposed.

A heady sigh left my lips, body going lax with the first pass of his tongue on me. I clenched my legs against his ears, muffling my whines. He pushed them against the mattress, eyes pinning me as he sank his teeth into the muscle of my thigh. 

“You know better than to hide those pretty moans from me, my love.” Yes, I do know better. “Scream my fucking name if you want.”

I just might. 

He made quick work of me, practiced movements easily sending me up and up and up. He’d slow back down, torture me with more bruising marks on my thighs while I writhed and begged for him to let me release. I arched up off the bed when he added his fingers.

I was so close, a month's worth of pent up desire threatening me all at once. My mind and body were on fire. I couldn’t hold off any longer. I chase that high, circling my hips against his face. His hands, firmly planted on my inner thighs, I shook, that month long ache finally subsiding before roaring back to life. 

When I thought he’d stop, he kept going. Around and around and around his tongue went. Teasing and sending an endless supply of pleasure through my body. 

“H-Harvey,” I gasped, my body up in flames over his never ending devotion.

“I’ll stop when I want to. Fuck Yn, you taste so sweet. Almost as sweet as hearing you beg for me to let you cum. Can you take one more?”

Again, I nodded, content to let him spend however long he wanted at my aching core. My second release came much sooner than the first. He didn’t bother teasing me, knowing it would ruin all his hard work if he stopped. With a few more sweeping passes, he licked me clean, sitting back on his heels to look at me. He wiped my cum off on the back of his hand, giving me a wicked grin.

“You are so fucking beautiful, all laid out for me to do as I please,” Harvey said, beginning to strip. 

“Please Harvey, have me. Any way that you like.”

He chuckled, kneeling over me. “I will, but like I said, I want tonight to be all about you.”

“Well I want you to fuck me.” I am not very good at being subtle. 

“How can I deny you when you ask so nicely,” he purred, closing our lips together, I parted my legs for him, desperate for the friction of his body on mine. His chest, his stomach, his hands lacing with mine. I needed all of him all over me. 

It didn’t take long for him to slip inside me, every inch of him stretching me in the most desirable way. I hummed as he stilled, his need clear in the way his arms shook to keep still. 

“Move, please please move,” I begged, threading my hand in his hair. With a reluctant drop of his head, he rolled his hips into mine, our bodies finally meeting in full. 

“I was trying to be gentle,” he reasoned. 

“Fuck gentle, I need you. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I know my love, I know.”

With each thrust into me, a new sensation bubbled inside me. My toes curled, my back bowed, my eyes fluttered shut. He quickened his pace, heavy breaths falling from his lips into mine. His air was mine. Every muttered curse and moan and praise went straight through me. He needed me as much as I needed him.

~~~~~

With my mind not fully awake, I lazily fling myself off my stomach and onto my back. My arm knocked into something hard, and I squinted against the morning sun. Oh, Harvey.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, crashing back down against the pillow. 

He chuckled, kissing the hand that accidentally hit him in the face. “It’s okay.”

“Are you going into the office?” I asked, still keeping my eyes closed. Man this bed is so comfy…

“No?” He said, a question in his tone. “Why would I?”

“Why else are you up so early?”

“I was just looking at you, my love. It’s been a while since I’ve just… looked at the love of my life. Taken the time to appreciate just how fucking stunning you are.”

My heart melted, a lovesick feeling welling up in my chest. I turned over, facing the handsome lawyer and grinned ear to ear. “I’m sure I look fabulous after last night.”

“You’ve never looked hotter. Lips swollen from mine, hair a mess from my hands… your body covered in my-”

“Okay,” I snatched his lips between my fingers, silencing his next words. “I did just wake up, at least let me shower before you destroy me again.”

“Only if I can quote on quote destroy you in the shower before I cook you breakfast and fuck you again on the counter.”

My eyes snapped open, meeting his blown out pupils. “You certainly have a vivid imagination for…” I looked over at the clock on the side of the bed. “... eight thirty-seven AM.”

“Wait till you find out I’ve been awake since six. With nothing to do but plot all the ways I could ruin you.”

I rolled my eyes playfully, offering my lips as a peace offering. He quickly accepted, kissing me deeply. “Man, I missed this.”

“More than you could ever know.”

[kissitbttr]

I SEE YOU (FIRST TIME IS A CHARM)

a/n: a simple first date of frat!miguel and cheerleader!reader after the party

warnings; tiny angst but then turned to comfort<3

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miguel sometimes think it would be good if he occasionally pinches himself in the arm. or glen could do it if he wanted to since he’s got quite a grip. enough to make sure he’s not living the dream.

for example, finally scoring a chance to take you out after months of pining on you? not getting rejected by his long time crush?! scratch pinching, somebody slap the dog shit out of him and tell him that this is real,

he had texted beck prior the date that he needed his right hand man to keep tabs on everything at the party. and being the good best friend that he is, beck congratulated him for finally having the balls to actually do it,

beck: so i guess that means we don’t have to hear about you moaning her name again during sleep?

miguel: shut the fuck up, kingsley. do as what you’re told.

beck: aye aye buddy

“so uh.. are you hungry? we could grab something to eat if you want to” he asked you while looking over to the passengers seat

“starving, actually” you replied with a giggle, and he felt his heart skip a beat at the sound. “got any recommendations, o’hara?”

but for a guy who knows his ways around women, he sure is nervous when it comes to you. and fuck, he cursed himself for being like this. he wanted to look cool in front of you, not stupid. what is wrong with him?!

“well we can have something off the diner on 13th street. that’s twenty minutes from campus, though. sushi stop, i know one where they serve the best sashimi. and kebab food truck but i don’t think you-“

“a kebab?!” a gasp fell from your mouth, eyes widening at the sound of middle eastern delicacy. “yes. no doubt. i want it. let’s punch it!”

he swore he’s not the type who falls in love quickly. but the way your eyes twinkle in excitement when he mentioned about kebabs,

he might just have,

he smiled at you before putting his focus back on the road. “kebab food truck it is”

one thing that miguel had forgotten to mention, is that food trucks don’t have tables and chairs. so people either eat them while standing up or inside their cars,

he didn’t want to trouble you at all, because looking at you right now, in a very pretty dress and heels, he doubt. that you actually wanted to eat while standing up,

“i’m so sorry, muñeca. i forgot to say something about this” he scratched the back of his head. eyes looking through the window where the kebab truck is at,

with a shrug you shot him a reassuring smile. “i don’t mind standing up while eating if that’s what you worried about”

he shook his head. “i mind actually. can’t let you eat and get tired while standing. how about we’ll eat in my car and i’ll go order something for you, si? what do you prefer? i swear if it you say vegan, i will leave you”

you laughed at that comment, “no of course not. i’ll get the chicken one, medium sized. and a cold water”

he pulled out his cash from the back pocket, smiling at you. “be right back”

there was definitely something different about him. a good different. one of them was how miguel is not how the people at campus had painted him to be. could be too soon for that conclusion but throughout the car ride, you were extremely sure that miguel is not a jackass.

instead, he had asked about which songs you wanted him to play in his car. whether or not if you’re comfortable and constantly saying sorry if he overstepped. it all seemed so sweet to you,

your friends would probably give you a weird look praising such simple things. the bare minimum. but these days, those ‘bare minimums’ are hard to pluck from a decent person, correct? nothing’s wrong with praising them anyway.

he knocked on the window, pulling you out of the train thoughts, in which you then rolled it down. “here you go, muñeca. the man assumed that it was for me so he put a lot of chicken there, so-“

“it’s fine. i said i was starving anyway” you took it from his hand, the smell of the delicious meal was making your mouth water.

miguel had himself crouched down to your eye level, thumb pointing over his shoulder. “so. standing up? or my car?”

you thought for a while, then an idea came into your mind with a pretty smile. “got a better one”

miguel frowned in confusion at that, watching you opening the door before walking out of the vehicle. and that’s when you and him standing almost chest to chest, unintentionally.

the moment he looked at you, his mind immediately went blank. in that exact moment, he thought that if it was possible to put charges on someone for how they stare with their eyes, yours would be number one.

because it felt like he was getting hypnotized by your beautiful irises and that there’s no turning back for him. he would volunteer to drown himself in them if it means he gets to see those eyes forever,

“—way nicer”

he blinked. mentally slapping himself in the forehead because he had just realized he wasn’t listening to you at all, too busy day dreaming about your gaze.

“i’m sorry, w-what were you saying?”

an amused smile made it towards your lips, “i said, we could sit by the pavement here. it’s way nicer. we could act like one of those drunk people after night out.”

“but we’re not drunk, muñeca”

“i said act, miguel” you reply in a duh tone, closing the door behind before guiding him to one of the empty ones where it’s not taken, “see? this one’s good spot”

one thing he noticed, you were wearing a pretty dress. “wait!” miguel then rushed towards the back of his car to grab a jacket before going back to you and laying it down on the asphalt. “there. now you can sit”

that one made your heart flutter, eyes moved up to him. “miguel you can’t just do that. your jacket will get dirty”

“I don’t mind. they made washing machine for a reason. i wasn’t going to let your dress get dirty anyway. the color is too pretty” he smiled, finally taking a seat on the rough surface with you following his actions after,

it was quite a cold night, and you regret not bringing a jacket along with you. what even was this weather? sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s rainy and sometimes you couldn’t even fucking predict it,

you tried not to let the chills get to you, because it seemed like miguel wasn’t really bothered by it. this man had his whole arms out in a muscle tank and he sat still like it was nothing,

“this is the best kebab i have ever tasted” you moaned with your eyes close on you had the first bite, chewing on the sweet delish,

miguel tried not to let his mind wander when he saw you doing that. “you like it?”

“like?! i love it! miguel this is amazing!” eyes turning into hearts when you gaze the food upon your hands, “how did you find this perfect place?”

“me and the guys often tried to find new places to eat other than burgers and hot dogs after parties and football practice” he settled his legs down, crossing them. “saw this truck while passing by and decided to give it a go”

you hummed. “do you do that a lot?”

“do what a lot?”

“partying” you took another bite, looking over at him as he raised his brows at the question,

“w-well” he chuckled nervously, thinking of a better way to answer. “if i’m being honest, i don’t enjoy it… as much as i did before”

“really?”

“yeah. it was fun at first. partying, getting shit faced… feels lame now. also, probably because now i think of alcohol are just empty calories”

“is that why you wanted to take me out? so you didn’t have a reason to stay there?”

his eyes turned wide, shaking his head in panic mode. “what? no! no of course not! i wanted to! i mean—it just felt like it was the perfect timing! and i— I—so—didn’t i tell you i have a crush on you?!”

with that, you laughed. placing a hand over his knee. “just joking, miguel”

oh fuck you’re touching him.

‘keep it cool, miguel’ he thought,

“oh-oh right, right. sorry” he replied, clearing his throat. still feeling nervous. “you know, i rarely see you at our weekly parties. only gloria and some of your friends.” he pointed out. wiping some of the sauce from the corner of his lips,

you answered. “not really my scene”

“you don’t like parties?”

“not really. i prefer when it’s just a few people that i know. not a whole campus. i like it better when it’s intimate”

“why is that?” he couldn’t help but ask,

“so i can hear people better when they talk. i love having a conversation”. it’s simple really. and it’s true.

you haven’t gone out to wild parties or clubs in a while, and it was safe to say that your life is truly at peace now. not saying that you would turn down any offer to go to one, but you just don’t do it as often,

waste of money and energy. simple things like sleeping before eleven, waking up early, getting your work done and having walks or working out regularly have been your main priorities now,

“ah, i see” he nodded at that, a smile appeared on his face. “intimate party yeah? i keep that in mind”

you raised one of your brows. “you don’t have to just because i said so, miguel”

he shrugged, taking another bite of his food “if that’s what i have to do just so i could see you around more often”

his response completely took you by surprise. and you had no clue what to say to that. fluttered? sure, that’s why you tried to suppress the smile on your face by looking away. you were quite thankful that it was dark out. that way, he wouldn’t be able to see the blush prominent on your cheeks.

the two of you sat there in comfortable silence for a while. devouring the perfect late night meal while watching the cars go by, accompanied by mindless chatters from left to right,

it did come to a surprise that you and miguel have a lot more in common than you think. something that you didn’t see coming. hell, you didn’t even think that you would actually converse with the head of a fraternity and captain of a football team.

a person whom you always try to avoid ever since freshmen year.

“another thing—why haven’t i seen you in lots of my games?”

“miguel, i come to your games. i’m the cheerleader for crying out loud”

“what i meant was why have you never stick around? you do your part and then poof! you’re gone”

raising an eyebrow, you eye him. “are you stalking me now?” he laughs at the accusation, but it’s not entirely false. “i have no reason to stay, why would i stick around?”

“not even for me?” he fakes a dramatic gasp, hand over his chest as if he’s actually hurt. “that pains me, muñeca”

“you’re getting way ahead of yourself, o’hara” you reply with an eye roll but smile anyway,

miguel then looks at the road, shaking his head. “unbelievable. and here i thought about handing you my jersey for you to wear next at our championship game”

and man, did your heart somehow stop for a second there.

because miguel o’hara do not give away his jersey numbers. not the real one nor the merch ones.

“you’re joking?”

“why would i be?” miguel turned his head at you, finding it is much better to look at you rather than the busy road ahead of him,

shrugging, you looked down at your open kebab. “people talk about how your jerseys are off limits. you don’t give away those numbers for anyone”

“well” he breathed out, chewing his lower lip while fiddling with his fingers. “you’re not just anyone to me”

a breath hitched on your throat when his ruby eyes met with your pretty ones once more. and he made a mental note on how your smile deflated in seconds after he said that,

and fuck fuck fuck, he didn’t mean to make you feel weird or uncomfortable. it was the last thing he wanted to do. because he did feel like he was confessing too much to you that night.

but what could he have done?! he likes you and you make him nervous. put the two and two together, and miguel would sputter bunch of shit from his mouth without actually thinking,

“shit” he shook his head, looking away from embarrassment. “i didn’t—I didn’t mean to say that— i mean, i did but—sorry if it made you feel weird. that was too straight forward”

you couldn’t lie, it was rather entertaining to see the captain of a football team and the so called ‘player of campus’ stumble upon his words like that. usually, you would simply roll your eyes and brushed every single guy who had said that to you. because you knew all they wanted to do was to get into your pants,

however miguel looked genuine. and by how fast his cheeks were warming to the color of crimson red or how he scratched the tip of his ears was pretty explanatory,

he wasn’t trying to get into your pants,

instead of giving him a dirty look, you just smiled shyly at him who looked down on his lap. probably re-thinking about his life choices.

“that’s cute” you managed to mumble, scooting a bit closer to his body. putting the half of kebab down beside you. “you actually like me, huh?”

he scoffed at the silly thought, as if the answer to that question had already been written well enough. “i really like you” he confessed, craning his head towards you and he almost passed out on how close you were to him. “makes me go crazy every time i see you, muñeca—i counted the times that you looked at me for just one split second and i died on days that you didn’t”

the way he spoke so carefully and lovingly with you was truly something you had longed from someone. took you by surprise just how much it meant to him for something so simple like wanting you to look at him for once,

one that you didn’t expect miguel o’hara would have said,

“yeah?” and this time, your voice wavered a little. almost like he made his mission accomplished by making you nervous too. “have you been gawking at me then?”

“god you made it sound like i’m a creep” he shook his head out of embarrassment making you laugh. “not gawk—just simply admiring you from afar—during class and your cheerleading practice. but it’s not a weird ass admiring or something like that. hope that’s okay”

it was. indeed it was.

because before this happened, you always assumed that miguel was the typical jock that romcoms have always shown. heartless, player, annoying, screw ups, and the list goes on.

but fuck was he different.

“more than okay” you responded rather quietly, letting your shoulder touched with his and it made miguel’s eyebrows quirk upwards,

and the moment miguel let his eyes looked into yours for more than twenty seconds, he knew for the second time that night—he was in. hooked line and sinker.

you pulled him in deeper than anyone had ever did without you even realizing. he hadn’t even shared a three hour conversation with you. this is the longest he had spoken with the girl he had a crush on,

miguel gulped by the sight of your pretty lips and doe eyes looking up at him. the innocence twinkled within your gaze and he had to refrain himself from kissing you out in the street,

it was one of the hardest thing he had to do that night,

“i just wanted you to give me a chance” he admitted, resting his arms on his knees as he stared at you. “to look at me as me—not as someone who people had spread rumors about on campus—because i’m not that— i don’t sleep around, i promise I don’t”

it was a weird feeling on how your heart broke a little by how defeated he sounded at the moment. his eyes were soften, voice turned small. he was begging silently for you to look past the ‘playboy miguel’ talk from the people that barely even knows him,

he didn’t care if others don’t believe him but he cared if you did.

that’s the only approval he needed,

“i want you to see me” he shyly continued when you chose not to say anything, only looking at him with your widening eyes. “that’s all”

trust has always been something you struggle with from time to time. because it’s easier said than done.

relationships are indeed not your strongest virtue. you shared some in the past but not all of it were pretty except for one. and you haven’t even heard about that person in a long time but you did wish he was okay.

it is unbelievably difficult to put your heart upon someone else’s hands and asking them to take care of it knowing how easy it would be for them to break it along the way,

which was the reason why you avoided miguel in the first place,

to say you hate him with all of your guts and soul would probably be too much. you wouldn’t go that far. you hardly know the man.

but you were persuaded by the gossips and girl talk scattered throughout campus. how he used girls for sex, only to dump them the next day. despite gloria telling you the opposite, you refused to believe her. you were solemnly only trying to protect yourself.

yet only now the guilt was eating you alive. why didn’t you even try to find out for yourself instead of listening to a gang of plastics who love to start off disgusting rumors about others?

looking at him now just made your heart clenched and for your head tilt to the side, just so you can look at him a bit better. you wanted to look at his eyes. you wanted him to not avoid your gaze because you understood now,

more clearer than ever.

“i do. i see you, miguel” you placed a hand on top of his, gently rubbing the skin until his ruby eyes turned to you at the sudden affection,

miguel’s heart almost did a somersault at your smile. even more to the words you had chosen to say next,

“i see you, baby”

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Part 2

Fiddleford sits down across from Ford, laces his fingers together and places his hands on the table in front of him while leveling an annoyed look at Ford. "Look, I ain't gonna sugarcoat this. Yer bein' a giant jackass to Stanley, an' you need to knock it off." Ford starts to protest, but Fiddleford cuts him off sharply.

"That kid in there has SO MUCH LOVE fer ya, Stanford. He's in there, right now, making a drawing of his 'cool big brother Ford' because he thinks yer grumpy cos you ain't got no one out here to boost yer confidence. He KNOWS ya, Stanford, better'n anyone else. He is tryin' SO hard to get ya to like him again, and ya keep pushin' him away! Have you thought about it from HIS persepective?" Ford scoffs.

"What perspective? He's a damned kid, Fiddleford! A dumb kid who's only ever been good for getting me in trouble." At this, Fiddleford stands up and looms over Ford and the table.

"Do not. Call him. DUMB. His intelligence rivals yers, Stanford. In fact, he may be SMARTER because he doesn't have an ego the size of a GODDAMN PLANET! This kid came straight from the 60's where him an' his twin brother are BEST FRIENDS. He was spit out into a diff'rent state, a diff'rent TIME, and stuck with a much older version of his brother who's been nothin' but cold to him since he got here. "

"Everythin's different, Ford! The technology, the environment, the people! That's a lot fer a little fella to take in! And the one thing, the ONE thing that's familiar to him is treatin' him like shit because of something an older version of him did TEN YEARS AGO that, quite frankly, sounded like a goddamned accident that had been LORDED over his head for years. "

"You didn't stop to think that he didn't sabotage you? How many times did he stick up fer you growin' up, and you couldn't do the same fer him?! Not when it mattered?"

"That kid is SCARED, Stanford. He's out of time, out of place, everythin's new and different, and his best friend is treatin' him like the fox that ate his chicken coop! But he's hidin' it real well because he's learned to. He's tryin' his damndest to do things that cheered ya up as a kid because that's all he knows to do. Because he's afraid if he pisses ya off too much, you'll send him away and he'll have NOTHIN', like yer pa was always threatenin'. Because no one would believe that he cares. Sound familiar?"

"I swear to god, Stanford-" Fiddleford's rant is interrupted by a timid knocking on the wooden door frame. Fiddleford whirls around and Ford peeks around Fiddleford's shoulder, quickly masking the shock that had crept over it during Fiddleford's outburst. In the doorframe is Stanley, tears silently streaming down his face as he holds a couple of bloody paper towels to his right hand. Fiddleford's anger dissipates immediately as he rushes over to Stanley.

"What happened, Sweetpea?! Are ya okay?"

Part 1 Part 3

[spacepiratenemo]

Hello! My Name is Nemo! Welcome to Jackass!

MEME-TIME! MUHAHHA! 😂💯👾

Lol, this was "supposed to be quick, easy and literally just a meme" and now it took nearly a week and drove me nuts 3.14 times XD 😂

I had this in mind for ages and pushed it to the back of the shedule all the damn time, now it's finally done. *20th century fox proudly presents* Nemo being grounded! 😂

Two weeks of kitchen service is way too nice for all the non-sense and chaos she caused on board - and of course she just gotta provoke, eh? Push one button and BANANABEARD CAN GLOW WITH LED LIGHTS! ISN'T IT BOOTIFUL???! 😂😂😂

I'm surprised Pops didn't throw this girl over board a single time... XD

Anyways, hope this short memetic content amuses you as it amused me! XD Which punishment do you think Nemo deserves? How long would you ground her for? How many dishes would you let her wash? ><

LOL

Nemo loves to prank others! From glueing Pops to his seat, to putting chilli into Marco's pineapples - everything is possible! And since she is a horrible influence regarding this on Ace, he often tags along with her shenenigans! In a nutshell, so far in the story they pulled off:

Roasting a Seaking with an alien-weapon

Spilling glitter everywhere

Using yellow paint to make Pops mustache become banana

Glue Pops to his throne

Make Blamenco smell his own feet

Let Deuce run in a circle for one hour to find his mask

Hide Vista's hair-care products and let him suffer to find out

Fireworks ala Firecracker!

See if you can cook faster than the oven! (Faster apparently does not imply better...)

Use watermelon-seeds as ammunition against everyone!

Make Haruta admit to his love for rubber duckies

Find out who Jozu's secret crush is

Arrange a date between Whitey Bay and Izou, don't tell either of them though!

Surprise everyone with a loud, cheerful party at 3 AM for a whole week!

Sulk at the Crew when 3 AM parties are suddenly forbidden.

Make the sulking as dramatic as possible and pretend to die.

Shock the Crew by jumping into the sea and let them believe we drowned!

Jumpscare them all with a trumpet.

Make them fear the trumpet.

Make them wish the trumpet was a nightmare that would end.

Place fart-pillows everywhere.

Tag "Kick me!" pictures to everyone's back.

Make the world believe aliens exist.

Fake an alien invasion.

Make headlines!

Use narcolepsy as an excuse for literally everything fifty times in a row.

Make them believe you don't understand socialising.

Put too much wasabi into all beers.

Sew Marco a feather-dress.

Put eggs into Marco's bed every day.

Ask Marco if he's already a chicken-daddy every day.

Test: How long and how intense can you annoy Marco until he fries?

Will he taste like chicken when he fries?

Force everyone to do maths!

Put the alpahbet into the maths once they think they're safe.

Let Ace believe he is safe from the maths, but then make him do maths anyway.

Make everyone be scared of numbers!

Make everyone scared of numbers and letters in combination!

Put hidden numbers everywhere to cause paranoia.

Replace Satan.

Paint Pops a pretty make-up while he sleeps.

Also do his fingernails.

Put a bow on him.

Make Namur believe he might be an alien as well

Make everyone believe they're aliens

Establish a conspiracy and laugh about the idiots who believe it

Fake a UFO crash

Fake found-footage of alien abducting pirates to cause global panic.

Shoot confetti-rockets at Mariejois and make them beliebe it was the Marines.

Estabilish A.M.A.B as a Slogan: "All. Marines. Are. Bastards!"

Create hundreds of robots, fake loss of control and prank'em by thinking A.I enslaves mankind.

Clone coconuts.

Clone a huge amount of coconuts.

Establish coconut as super fruit and throw them at everyone who disagrees with you.

Polish Jozu to make him Shiny-Jozu.

Make Blenheim believe Fossa has a crush on him.

Watch chaos unfold.

Mess with the cacti-juice.

And so much more...

... to be continued!

[syndesinae]

I have questions about your cheesemongering. How did you get the job/did you already have some sort of Cheese Background? And what do you hate about it?

And good luck on your interview! I hope you get to escape the cheese.

unfortunately it's less fancy than i may have accidentally led you to believe; it's just a specialty service department in a hypermarket. i got it by applying to said hypermarket and being assigned to the cheese shop by chance.

i had absolutely zero background! it was a very steep learning curve when i started. i grew up in a rural US town. you can imagine my knowledge of fancy european cheeses was limited to entirely absent. a beloved childhood snack of mine was chicken in a biskit crackers with spray cheese from a can <3

it was actually kinda fun to learn about it though. and now i will have all this cool Cheese Knowledge for the rest of my life, so that's a silver lining. i know what the rind of brie looks like under a microscope. i know how they get gouda to be sweet in taste and fudgy in texture without adding anything. i know cheddar is verb. kinda cool!

what i hate about it is that my management is a bunch of useless jack-offs who don't actually do any work but have the gall to creep out of their little air conditioned office to micromanage (or heaven forbid make small talk while i'm trying to pry open a 100lb rock hard wheel of parmigiano with like six chisels), when all they do is walk in and out of each other's offices all day to gossip and eat pizza from the little ceaser's next door.

and they absolutely love to give you your schedule the day before. they also love scheduling you to close one night then open the next morning. they also love to fuck up the schedule so that there's multiple people in the shop at one time and no one there during closing or opening hours. they also love alternating between scheduling you for 7-10 days in a row then giving you a week with only like ten hours. just the most amazing and functional scheduling manager i've ever had the pleasure of working under.

i also hate the obnoxious entitled pretentious hipsters who make up the majority of my customer base. it could be cool and interesting to just talk about fancy cheeses together, but no!!! oh no!!! Special McGenius needs to make it known they're So Smart and in fact know Even More about my job than i do.

just imagine the most insufferable "i only eat ReAl food" jackass you can picture. now imagine that person cuts you off while you're talking just to— usually incorrectly— explain a product which you had to take classes and tests and get certified to sell, back to you. imagine you have to stand there and listen while that person pulls stuff out of their ass to sound fancy and intellectual (such as making up standards or products that don't exist anywhere on planet earth). imagine there's conflicting desires from zombie hoards of pretentious hipsters. one will rip you a new asshole for not having enough local products and will wax poetic about the importance of FRESH. the next will be simply appalled by how many US products there are in what's supposed to be a high-end shop; they'll bite your head off if you suggest a product that hasn't come from the other side of the world. you cannot win.

anyway, i don't hate the cheese. i might even miss her a little bit honestly. she's taught me a lot about the culinary world i would've otherwise never bothered to learn. i will however be ecstatic to escape my useless management and the aforementioned hipster zombie hoards.

[cf56]

My thoughts on episode 8

SPOILERS for season 3, episode 8 of the Animaniacs reboot

Ah, time to watch another episode of Animaniacs, an episode I have definitely never seen before and definitely have not had an entire emotional breakdown over. The previews for this one got me hyped. I can't wait to see that 3D animation!

On a serious note, if you're a big fan of this episode, you probably shouldn't read this review. I'll try to avoid retreading ground I've already covered, and I'll try to keep my criticism reasonable and logical so hopefully everyone can at least see my side of things, even if you don't ultimately agree.

The episode starts off with the worst dialogue exchange ever written into Animaniacs.

It's just as shocking and painful to watch now as it was the first time. Wakko's expression here will haunt me and bring back bad memories for years to come.

This exchange is just such an impressively perfect storm of awfulness. If you changed any one thing about it, it wouldn't be so historically atrocious. It would still be bad, but not "makes me question my Animaniacs fandom" bad. What really sends it over the top for me is how Dot reacts to Wakko coming back and being alive. If she and Yakko simply greeted him cheerfully, it would be made super clear that it was entirely a joke and they were only messing around. I'd still hate it. I just wouldn't need to write a fic to cover it up. Instead, there's just no payoff. It's played straight until the end, when Dot is actually disappointed that her brother isn't actually dead. It's so unnecessarily overbearing. I know the entire thing is supposed to be sarcasm, but like... where's the joke? What's supposed to be funny about it? Haha, we don't value our brother and would be better off without him, but we don't actually mean it! Oh no, he's not actually dead, but I'm only being sarcastically disappointed over it. You can laugh now.

You know, I actually take it back. Dot's disappointment didn't really seem sarcastic at all. It just felt mean-spirited, straight up.

They had to realize something was wrong here. They specifically made it so Wakko didn't hear or react to what his siblings were saying. At least subconsciously, they knew that if Wakko heard it, the cruelty of the whole thing would be amplified tenfold. And it was already pretty damn amplified. Wakko not hearing it doesn't make this moment any better for the characters of Yakko and Dot.

I think these Warners are the real alien imposters, not the ones we saw in episode 6. They're implanted by aliens or the studio to make poor Wakko think he isn't loved.

It's pretty funny to hear the Warners say "Jackass Monkey" so casually.

No, Yakko, you are not technically a boomer. Baby boomers were born from 1946 to 1964. You were born in 1929, making you a member of the Silent Generation. (Ironic, isn't it?) Also, it doesn't even make a difference, since Wakko is the same age as you by that logic, and he clearly loves video games. Hey, you were the one who wanted to be technical about it.

Lore item: I believe this is our first confirmation ever that the Warners have red blood flowing through their veins, and not just ink or nothing. So, if they bled, they would canonically bleed red. Just a thought for all you angsty fan creators out there...

They also have real, organic organs and are not just inky blobs all the way through.

I thought the easter eggs were cool. Some folks probably didn't like them because they felt like teases for segments we never really got in the reboot, but I was fine with it.

Slappy still in the process of giving Chicken Boo that beating two seasons later.

I thought the 3D animation looked really nice. I was genuinely super excited to see it before the episode came out, and I hoped that the main thing I'd be doing was pausing to admire the animation. Other things overshadowed that, unfortunately.

On their own, the Wakko smells jokes would be fine. It's the kind of teasing that's in-bounds for the Warners, and this isn't the first time they've made fun of such a thing. Combined with what happened earlier, though, it just feels like the Wakko abuse keeps piling up. It feels like someone writing the episode randomly decided to choose Wakko as a target to pick on for the entire episode, and by proxy that makes it feel like Yakko and Dot randomly decided to choose Wakko as a target to pick on for the entire episode. It makes them feel like bullies. It's the total opposite of how their dynamic should be- take a few innocent jabs at your siblings, sure, but 99% of the harsh teasing should be directed outside of the group.

On a positive note, Wakko sticking his tongue out in 3D is really cute.

"Warner Brothers has STANDARDS! Well, not artistic standards, obviously."

Obviously...

Now, I said before that Yakko's apology to Wakko was a flimsy cop out, but I never went into detail on why I felt that way.

Let me be clear. If you removed the dialogue at the beginning at the episode, Yakko's apology would be a great sibling moment. I mean, reboot Yakko actually verbally expressing that he cares about Wakko? I'd be freaking out in a positive way. If it only happened after a couple jokes about Wakko's scent, it would be good.

However, taking into account everything that's happened, how Wakko has been a target to ruthlessly pick on since the instant the episode first started, the apology feels condescending and insincere to me.

If we got to the point that sweet, oblivious Wakko actually felt the need to call out his older brother, who he idolizes, over always picking on him, you know it's already pretty bad. He even points out one of the primary issues with it- Yakko is punching down when he makes fun of Wakko. Wakko is his little sibling who he's supposed to protect and support.

Yakko then responds with the same logic a schoolyard bully uses. "Come on, can't you take a joke?" The bully says, after making a target out of this one kid for the entire schoolyear. You might call it an overreaction to compare Yakko to a bully here. For one, I'm only using an example to show why this moment doesn't hit for me. Secondly, at least I had the sense to edit out the lines where I compared him to an abuser. Thirdly, I agree. It's a tragedy that I'm comparing Yakko to a bully right now. Wakko spoke up to try to defend himself against his siblings, and Yakko's response wasn't to genuinely apologize and promise to stop doing it- it was to justify his behavior and dig in deeper. Sibling teasing is sibling teasing, but if your family member who you love has to actually come up to you and tell you point blank that it's going too far, and you refuse to see the error of your ways, that's when it's really gone too far.

The last reason this is a flimsy apology- if this is how you express your love for Wakko, because picking on him is easier than saying you care, then why don't you do the same to Dot? There's still clearly favoritism being shown here towards one sibling, which is awful. Also, it's not how you show your affection. We've seen how Yakko shows affection. We've seen it explicitly, and it's nothing like this. Go watch Wakko's Wish if you don't know what I'm talking about.

I at least appreciate that they always kept the Warners as one unit and didn't ever have them fight each other.

I did find the echoed "d'ah"s to be funny, even as I was watching this the first time with my soul being ripped in two.

I didn't watch Starbox and Cindy the first time around, so as far as I'm concerned this is the entire new episode for me this time. I thought it was clever how they had a battle over lights in a child's room. I thought it was sad how Starbox has been Stockholm Syndromed into loving the self-admitted scary monster.

Through 8 episodes, there have been as many Starbox and Cindy segments as there have been Warner songs.

I feel like the Gold Warners had more potential than this. The concept of alternate copies of the Warners for the Warners to battle is interesting, but the problem is that these copies are nothing like the regular Warners. They don't talk, so you can't actually have an interesting battle of personalities that would naturally make up a Warner vs. Warner fight.

Wakko defending Dot is a GOLDEN sibling moment. But... you know what I'm about to say. I would freak out and cherish this moment forever in almost any other context. In the context it's been given, it only makes me kind of sad. Because Wakko still has a heart of gold, Wakko still stays loyal and true to his siblings, even when they have thoroughly proven they don't deserve it. And even when Wakko steps up to defend his siblings, and ends up being the one to save the day and show them how to get out of there, they don't even mention it afterwards. They don't apologize for how they treated him. They don't thank him for saving them. If there was only some kind of payoff at the very end, it would be at least a little palatable. There just isn't. Wakko is the only Warner who comes out of this episode looking like a good sibling. It just gives me the image of my mind of Yakko and Dot as bullies to their innocent brother who loves them unconditionally despite everything they've done to him, which is not even close to how the Warners should be in reality or how they're portrayed in any other episode.

Just Ralph being a better friend to Wakko than his own siblings in this episode:

I guess I should briefly talk about the video game characters in this episode.

Honestly, the best part about them was their names and character designs.

In this episode, Wakko:

-Heard his sister celebrating his death

-Still happily interacted with his sibs immediately after and got them into something that makes him happy

-Sat around and took care of the tower by himself for six months while his sibs played his favorite video game, not even playing with them or being able to talk to them at all

-After Yakko and Dot came back to consciousness, Yakko immediately physically fought with him over the privilege of being player 1

-Got a lame special move compared to his siblings

-Got his smell constantly made fun of by his own siblings

-Had to call Yakko out over it and got a paper-thin "apology" as a response

-Defends his sister, despite everything, by hurting himself. This is the second time in the episode he's gotten smashed by his own mallet.

-Fights with Ralph over the remote as soon as he gets out so he can save his siblings from the game

-Does not even get a hug or a smile from his siblings once they're out due to his heroics. At least, not one we were shown.

This episode is frustrating. There's so much good about it. The animation is so cool. There are funny jokes. There are multiple great sibling moments on a level above anything else we've explicitly seen in the reboot. If only that first minute was cut completely, I would consider this a great episode. It wasn't cut, unfortunately, and it drags everything else down with it. Doesn't it almost feel like the writers of this episode put in a bunch of wholesome sibling moments, realized they didn't want to give us that much, and decided to "balance it out" with all that awfulness? If that is the case, I hate it even more. They simply don't understand what we want from these characters. Is it fair to say an entire episode is bad because of one horrible dialogue at the very start? Honestly, I don't really care. That dialogue doesn't just drag down this episode. It drags down the season, the reboot, and my entire Animaniacs fandom. I can't help how I feel.

I don't think, even after everything I've said, that you guys understand the true depth of the effect this episode has had on me. When I was first spoiled over the infamous lines, I was at a point where I was feeling more passionate over Animaniacs and writing than I had since I first started all of this. I had just finished reading a fic, Don't You Forget About Me, that destroyed me in the good, angsty kind of way. That fic is about the Warners being magically made to forget about one another. It tore me apart to read about their relationships being destroyed so easily in the fic, to see them turned against each other. When I read that spoiler, back in early January, it was like it had all come true. What meaning does it have to read about them forgetting about each other when they apparently never had much care for each other in the first place? All the deep feelings I was feeling over that fic completely disappeared, in literally an instant. I went back to read it, and I felt nothing. (Through no fault of the fic- it's still really great.) At the time, I had an angsty one shot in the works, I was getting progress on so many fics at once. Reading that spoiler killed all that passion in an instant. Put simply, if this dialogue never existed, you would have gotten about 4-5 more fanfic releases from me over the past month than you actually got. I've barely touched any of those WIPs since.

Despite all the good, I can't ever forgive this episode for what it did to me. It has been super touching to feel all the love from the fandom after I expressed my emotions over this episode. It's nice to know we're in the same boat. Even after all of that, even with all the good in this episode, if I had the option to erase it from existence completely, to make it as if it never happened, would I do it?

Yes. In a heartbeat. I'm still not sure if my fandom will recover from what this episode did to me.

If you're a defender of that dialogue, I want you to know that I respect your opinion. I also want you to know that we're simply not on the same wavelength when it comes to how we view this show and its characters. Could those lines be classified as just harmless sibling banter? Maybe in your sibling relationship, but not in mine. It's been a little insulting to me to see the few out there who have claimed that only those without siblings would take issue over these lines. I've watched 133 episodes of Animaniacs and one movie. I've dedicated half my life to this show. I can tell you that what the Warners did here is not even close to in-character for them. To me, it truly feels like Yakko and Dot were replaced by unfeeling aliens for an episode.

Was this the least entertaining episode of Animaniacs ever? Far from it. If you showed this season to someone off the street who's never seen Animaniacs, they almost certainly wouldn't rank this episode as the worst of all of them. They'd probably rank it as one of the best. 90% of it is good, after all. 5% of it is mindblowingly bad. If someone who hasn't watched Animaniacs before saw this episode and only this episode, what impression would they get of the sibling relationship between Yakko, Wakko, and Dot? To me, they'd come off as bullies to the one true-hearted member of the group, Wakko, and that's heartbreaking to think about. So, while I gave it some thought, I can't do it. I can't rank this episode anywhere other than last. I hope to God that it stays there.

My current ranking of season 3 episodes:

Episode 6

Episode 3

Episode 7

Episode 4

Episode 2

Episode 1

Episode 5

Episode 8

Feel free to add to the never-ending discussion over this episode if you want, but don't say anything about any of the episodes that come after. They're all I have left to look forward to.

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GET  TO  KNOW  THE  MUN  !

what's your phone wallpaper: my  ls  is  a  picture  of  my  girlfriend, &. my hs is jamie dutton <3 uwu last song you listened to:  booker t - bad bunny currently reading:  the silver eyes (re-read) last movie:  jackass the movie. what are you wearing right now?:  black tights &. my wu tang clan hoodie. how tall are you?: 5'7" :3 piercings/tattoos?:  my ears are stretched to 1inch, i have one other lobe hole on the upper lobe (both ears). my nose, labret, &. tongue are pierced, &. i have 7 tattoos, one on my right outer ankle, one on my left foot, two on my left leg, two on my back &. one behind my ear. glasses/contacts:  glasses i am v impaired. last thing you ate?:  tortellini w. vodka sauce &. chicken tenderloin. favourite colour(s):  red, &. blue. current obsession:   yellowstone, fnaf, commentary videos or youtube documentaries. do you have a crush right now?:   <3 my lovely fiance @avemaria. :3 last place you traveled to:  rhode island probably?

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(Queen B Book 3) Say You Love Me Pt. 13

✨Pt.1300018 is here!✨ Please Enjoy!

Context: I'M BACK (at least for this new fic in the new year). Couple of things to note:

I have no writing schedule, everything is in the air

Peep the name change, much cleaner imo, thank you @yslrs 😽If it wasn't clear, this was originally "I'll Forget You Too" and will be "Say You Love Me" from now on.

Hope everyone is having a good new year so far, January felt too long...

Please enjoy! (and ignore any grammar mistakes, it's late 🫠)

Masterlist

General Content Warnings: Mature, Angst, NSFW, Cursing, Internalized Homophobia, Homophobia, Semi-Violence, Cheating, Slow Burn, Don Sterling 🥴(mentioned)

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“Usually the drink doesn’t end up on my shirt, I swear.” Bea commented, leaning against the counter as Lana walked over to the paper towel dispenser. The small click of her heels against the tile seemed fairly loud as she sighed to herself. 

That also sounded pretty damn loud. 

 The two had walked quickly to the nearest bathroom, ducking away from the large groups of people until they were both completely alone. She grabbed a few towels, pointedly looking at the floor as she returned to where Bea was standing.

Okay, so this was not the time for jokes. 

A few seconds of silence passed, some off tune beat vibrating from the club as Bea’s hands gripped the counter, knuckles turning white. In the silence, Bea hadn’t gotten a good look at Lana, who was wearing a striking silver dress with small pearl earrings. Bea guessed she was attending some kind of company event, but she coudln’t be sure. A nightclub was a weird place for an event. 

It also didn’t help the fact that, if they were having a company event, Bea was wildly underdressed. A black tee now well-covered in two types of alcoholic drinks. 

Bea tapped a finger against the counter. 

“Lana-”

“Bea-” 

They spoke at the same time, Lana finally looking up at Bea and smiling sheepishly. Not a typical look for her. 

“Sorry, you can go first.” She murmured, gently dabbing the towels against Bea’s soaked shirt. Alcohol stains were definitely not going to be cleaned out by a dab of a brown paper towel. 

“Thanks. I wanted to say I’m… glad I ran into you.” 

“Really? How come?” 

Bea swallowed hard. It felt like a giant jawbreaker was stuck in her throat and obviously, now was not the time to be a chicken. 

“Cause I’ve made a mistake.” Bea admitted, heart thumping in her ear as Lana stopped dabbing her towel. “What I told you last week, I was a huge jerk…”

“More like a massive jackass.” 

Bea grimaced. “...I was being a massive jackass. What I told you-” 

Quickly, Lana placed her finger against Bea’s lips, shushing the girl. “Bea. I don’t want to hear a million excuses. Please be honest with me.” Lana took a deep breath. It seemed like she wanted that out of her system for a while. 

The overhead light in the bathroom gleamed above, lightly displaying the red rims under Lana’s eyes as she looked at Bea silently. A little too puffy to be claimed as simple allergies. She had obviously been upset for the past few days which led to Bea pushing the dread in her stomach down. Lana dropped her arm, resuming dabbing at Bea’s shirt as Bea thought of the best way to word her thoughts. 

Being honest shouldn't be so hard. 

“I said I don’t date, which is kinda a half-lie. What I really meant was…while we both work under Poppy, she would make both of our lives a living hell if anything….” Bea gestured between the two of them. Lana’s eyes widened in curiosity, probably turning over this new info in that gorgeous head of hers. 

 Bea waited patiently, feeling a slight pressure lifted off her shoulders. It felt good to admit something honest to Lana. It felt weird though, to even reference Poppy by name when all Bea had done lately is avoid the very thought of her. 

“But why would she even care?”

Cause she was bent on making Bea move back to SweetCreek and stay a nobody in that small town and possibly make her pick up pig goop for the rest of her life, all because of what happened at Belvoire. But she couldn't admit that to Lana without a whole sob story to follow. A pathetic sob story. 

So she worked with what she could. 

“Okay, honest truth, Poppy and I… we’ve got history. As in, she hated my guts in college.” 

Lana barked a laugh, smiling to herself as Bea raised a sharp brow. “That’s funny to you?” 

“I mean… I can see why. You seem like the complete opposite of Poppy. Though, you two went to the same college?”

“Yea, Belvoire… Can we back up for a second? You’re not pissed at me?” Lana laughed again. 

“Of course I am, but you’re just so adorable.” She mumbled, finally tossing away the paper towels and returning her gaze to Bea. Her emerald green eyes sparkled just a little, as she reached out her palm, letting it rest on top of Bea’s knuckles, which were still white from gripping the counter. “I’m glad you’re finally willing to be honest with me at least. Though when you say you’ve got history…” 

“We were just college rivals!” Bea answered quickly, hopefully not too quickly. “There’s like a whole history on Belvoire that is way too detailed to tell in a nightclub bathroom but-“

Lana broke into laughter, cutting Bea off as she gripped her stomach. Bea watched her before breaking into a few chuckles of her own. Lana’s laugh was infectious. A couple of seconds later, Lana wiped a few stray tears from her eyes as she smiled brightly at Bea. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just this whole thing… What’re we doing Bea?” 

“Trying to get the alcohol stains out of my shirt?” Bea tried, causing Lana to break into a small grin. 

“Okay that, but also… Why are we acting like we’re in high school? Poppy hated your guts in college, but we’re all adults now.”

Poppy probably didn’t have the same mindset, but Bea wasn’t going to argue with Lana. Especially because she was standing so close and smelled so good. 

“Think we can just put this all behind us? Start over?” 

Bea grinned brightly. No way would she be able to make herself look cool after thinking about Lana constantly for the past week. Mornings, afternoons, and evenings. 

“I’d like that, I’d hate to continue being a massive jerk in your eyes for longer than a week.” 

“You‘ll still be a massive jerk until you take me out on a date next Friday.” Lana said casually, never breaking eye contact with Bea who felt a chill run down her spine. 

“Wait, really?”

Lana nodded confidently. “My contract with Pulse was terminated. You’re looking at the new junior model for Belle.” 

“Which means that-“ 

“It means that I will also be working under Poppy, and since she apparently has ‘beef’ with you, we have two options.” Lana held up two fingers. Perfectly manicured nails that she waved slightly in the air to keep Bea’s attention. 

“We can tell HR and deal with the madness that follows or we can wait until your contract with her is up.” 

“…Seriously? You’d go to HR?” Bea asked as Lana nodded with resolve. She had moved herself a bit closer to Bea, smiling fondly as she kept her hand over Bea’s knuckles. 

“I would because like I said, you owe me a date.”

Bea bit her lip, running through the options in her head. HR would be a mess. Not only would it be a problem for Kat, Poppy would probably be even more nit picky and bossy due to reasons Bea refused to name. 

Yet her job under Poppy should only last until the early months of next year. Bea had been kept as a secret for much longer before. 

“It’s only a year. I don’t think telling HR would be necessary. Especially since I’m just an external party.” 

“Then it’s settled.” Lana smiled, the first genuine smile that Bea hadn’t seen in awhile. She wanted to possibly lean in, finally know what Lana tasted like, but a first kiss in a club bathroom would not only be embarrassing but possibly the most un-smooth thing Bea could do.

Also, Lana deserved more than a messy bathroom kiss. She deserved more than being a random hookup or a secret too, but the last one was out of Bea’s hands at the moment. 

“Earth to Bea.” Lana said, snapping her fingers as Bea shook her head gently. That thought would have to wait. She didn’t screw it up, Lana was still here. Still standing with a slight lean towards Bea who was fighting the urge to reach out. 

“Sorry, just lost in thought.” 

“About?”

“…About where I get to take you on Friday.” 

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“Holy shit…” Bea mumbled, clicking the light on in Poppy’s bathroom and closing the door with her foot. 

Bea had assumed she would need to beg hard to even get into this section of Poppy’s room, but it was safe to say the blonde was a little worn out after several rounds. 

Bea glanced around the bathroom. It was average, gold lining, large walk-in shower and of course the biggest mirror Bea had ever seen in her life. 

There was a scatter of makeup products as well. All surprisingly organized to perfection. 

Bea rubbed the back of her neck, stretching slightly before pulling her hand away. Small traces of blood lined her fingertips as Bea turned her back towards the mirror. 

“HOLY SHIT!” She hissed out when she finally saw the mess that Poppy had made of her back. Bea was right to comment on her claws as they had probably made a permanent indent on the skin of bea’s back. 

She couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t a bit proud of that. Poppy seemed to have a good time, even though she would probably deny it to the grave. 

Smirking to herself, Bea tidied herself up, walking out of the pristine bathroom a few minutes later to find Poppy sitting upright in the bed. 

Her covers were loosely draped around her waist as she was currently holding a silver compact mirror. Her head was angled to expose her neck, rubbing slender fingers over the skin as she didn’t bother to acknowledge Bea’s presence. 

Jumping on the bed was a big no. She could already tell as Poppy snapped the mirror shut just as Bea crossed her line of vision. 

“God, you’re still here? I thought I told you to leave already?” 

“Was that before or after you were-“ Poppy held up a hand, rolling her eyes as Bea leaned down to pick up her discarded jeans. Poppy was not kind to the denim. 

“Leave SweetCreek. Don’t make me repeat myself.” 

Bea smiled, licking her lips as she casually threw on her pants, humming to herself as Poppy glared at Bea. She took her time slipping on her jacket too, wondering how impatient she could make Poppy. 

“Alright, alright… I just wanted to say goodnight.” Bea smiled, facing Poppy who looked a little less irritated when Bea caught her staring. 

That quickly changed back into her sour demeanor as Bea walked a step closer. That probably wasn’t wise as Poppy subtly straightened herself upright from her previously casual slant. 

“Thanks for a good time, Poptart. I’ve got a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other soon.” 

“You so wish.” Poppy bit back, narrowing her eyes as Bea laughed to herself. 

She really shouldn’t admit it… but she really was wishing for it. 

“Have a good night.” Bea smiled, turning towards the door, before a brilliant idea popped in her head. Bea walked up to Poppy’s bay window, undoing the lock as she heard a mutter of confusion behind her. 

The storm had finally settled down, allowing Bea to open the window to a cool breeze with only hints of mist. IIt was a nice night, especially after such an active storm. 

“What do you think you’re-“ 

Bea peered down the bay window, blocking Poppy out while she was probably shouting profanities at Bea’s turned back. Oh yea, she could climb that. 

“Try not to think of me too much while I’m gone.” Bea said with a confident lilt, winking at Poppy as she ducked herself down, climbing down the vine that grew against the Zeta House. 

The last thing Bea heard was a couple of curse words from Poppy’s window before finally hitting the ground, luckily not tumbling into the rose bushes below. 

She obviously needed to make a cool getaway entrance which was achieved. As stupid as it could have looked…

Securing on her shoes, Bea walked off, humming to herself as she made her way to her dorm. What a night…

Bea could hardly believe it either. A girl’s night turning into sleeping with her mortal enemy? A week ago, it was a foreign concept to even think of fooling around with Poppy. 

But of course, she had to admit that she had thought of it before. It was Poppy after all. She wasn’t the Queen B for nothing. Besides being a conniving bitch, she was possibly the hottest person at Belvoire. 

Bea could admit it, especially after….

Shaking her head, Bea slapped herself mentally. What she wouldn't do is romanticize the whole thing. Poppy was bad news. Even though she had said all those cocky and confident phrases, Zoey would have her head for even messing around with Poppy for a night. Which is probably why Bea would be keeping this info to herself for the time being. 

She ran home, memories of only a few hours running through her mind all the way to her doorstop. Sliding her shoes against the doormat, Bea slowly turned her key into the handle, creaking the door open softly, before breathing a sigh of relief.

Her dorm was pitch black, Zoey’s door completely closed as Otis slept in his small doggy bed next to the couch. Bea tip-toed inside, setting her shoes near the door as she passed Otis and made her way into her room, only for her light to be turned on and Zoey to spin around in her desk chair like some evil super villain. 

“Well well well.” She said, uncrossing her legs as Bea caved her shoulders in. Busted. 

“Look what the cat dragged in. Do you know what time it is?” 

“...one…” 

Zoey glared. 

“...two…” 

“Four in the morning Bea. I send you out looking like a snack to go meet Poppy in some swanky nightclub and you come back home at four in the morning.” Zoey stood from her chair, wearing a set of green silk pajamas as she tapped her foot against Bea’s carpet. 

“Care to explain?” 

It would likely be easier to tell Zoey that she had fallen prey to the wiles of Poppy MIn-Sinclair. But easier did not mean smarter. 

“Hey, you know the story. Good looking bartender and a really good drink pun.” Bea shrugged, shrugging out of her jacket before, pausing as she heard an audible gasp from Zoey. 

“Shit dude, was the bartender part werewolf?? Your back looks horrifying.” Bea blushed, taking the jacket off completely as she grinned as best as she could. 

“Guess my puns weren’t all she liked.” Zoey gave her a deadpan stare, probably contemplating whether she was telling the truth as she tapped her slipper impatiently. 

“Uhuh, and what happened to Poppy during the night?” 

“She disappeared early, probably off to suck tongues with her new boyfriend.” Bea stated. This lying thing was coming out a little too smoothly. 

A moment of silence passed as Bea stood awkwardly in her room, before nodding. “Fine, it’s believable. Just don’t give me a heart attack like that again. I called like five times and I was ready to accuse Poppy of first degree murder.” 

“Sorry babe, won’t happen again.” Zoey smiled, walking past Bea and out of her room. 

“You owe me dinner.” She called out as Bea yelled back in agreement before hearing Zoey’s door close and the sound of her whale noises resume. 

Closing her own door, Bea mumbled out a groan, throwing her coat on her bed and walking towards the bathroom. 

A cold shower was a necessity after the night she had. 

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“Four missed calls from your father and three calls from Don Sterling.” Tevon said, reading off of his ipad as Poppy nursed a headache. 

After that…fiasco of a party, she had returned to her penthouse and broke out the good wine…and brandy and some scotch as well. That was what her weekend included. Work, sleep, wine, brandy, scotch, and sushi. She had forgotten weekends were not as long as they felt. 

Come Monday, she had woken up late and was in the office at lunch time, forcing Tevon to wolf down his tuna sandwich and read her the new list of tasks she needed to complete minus four hours. 

“A meeting with a new journalist, a meeting with Paula Husk for an interview as well as the New York Pressed, and a tailoring at four.” He said, peering over his ipad as Poppy hadn’t lifted her head once. 

“Ms. Min-Sinclair? I don’t mean to be blunt, but you look like you’re dying at your desk.” He said as Poppy looked up, not even bothering to hide the fact she had dark circles under her eyes. 

“Tevon, I asked for an update, not an opinion.” She said, waving him off as she tapped her nail against her desk.

“Push the tailoring to tomorrow, and move the interview to next week. As for Don… what does he want now?” 

“He said he wants to reschedule dinner on Thursday. Something about being interrupted previously.” 

“...tell him Thursday doesn’t work for me.”

“He also said Friday would be better for him.” 

Poppy scoffed. Of course he did. “Fine, Friday is fine.” 

“And your father?”

“Ignore him.” Poppy mumbled, turning on her monitor and clicking it to life. “Also, call Rensler and schedule a meeting with Bea Hughes.” She said as she typed in her password. “But tell her to come to my office. I have a few comments on the latest layout changes.” 

Tevon nodded, leaving Poppy’s office a second later, right as she left her head hit the table again. 

She shouldn’t have had so much to drink last night. She wasn’t entirely sure what made her drink so much in the first place. Sure, she was a little… miffed about the whole Bea situation, but that was hardly a reason to drink herself into a stupor. 

Bea had pissed her off plenty of times during their Belvoire days. It was the same thing everytime. Even two years couldn't change the way Bea made her skin boil. 

Right as Poppy lifted her head, probably to reposition her head, the phone connected to Tevon’s rang, causing her to jump. Poppy cleared her throat, straightening her jacket as she clicked accept.

“Poppy Min-Sinclair speaking.” 

“Good afternoon Ms. Min-Sinclair. I’m a reporter for the New York Pressed and wanted to confirm our meeting for tomorrow?” 

Poppy raised a sharp brow, looking over at her door where Tevon was likely sitting. “Yes, I’m sorry, didn’t my assistant already confirm your appointment?”

“Yes ma’am, but here at the Press, we like to have direct confirmation with our interviewee.” 

“I see… well in that case, yes, I look forward to meeting with you Ms… I don’t think I caught your name?” 

“Oh right, Burnett. Carol Burnette. I look forward to our meeting Ms. Min-Sinclair.” 

The line went dead as Poppy hung up the phone, lips pursed at the reporter's name. Carol Burnette… that name was oddly familiar. Before she could think any longer, Poppy felt a sharp pang hit her head, causing her to wince. 

“Tevon! Could you please bring some Advil and some water?” She asked through the speaker of her office phone, allowing her head to drop once more.

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“Bea Hughes.” Bea said, tapping her foot restlessly as Tevon clicked away on his computer. The man was quiet, focused on his work as he smiled up at her. It was a well-practiced secretary smile.

“I’ll tell Ms. Min-Sinclair you’re here. Please take a seat.”

“Thanks.” Bea moved towards the waiting chairs, setting her bag down as Tevon left the room, walking into Poppy’s large solo office as she breathed out a sigh of release.

In reality, Bea hadn’t expected to see Poppy as soon as a few days later. 

After the sudden bump in the club, the reconnection with Lana, and a very tired Bea looking up great date spots over the weekend, she wasn’t sure if she could handle the Min-Sinclair wrath. 

But here she was. 

Dressed in casual black jeans and a button down top, ready to attend to her client’s every need. Which was a lot. The majority of her weekend consisted of checking over designs and emails from Poppy about the layout and timing. 

She was adamant about finishing this project at lightning speed it seemed. 

“Ms. Hughes? Ms. Min-Sinclair will see you now.” Tevon called, snapping Bea out of her thoughts as she nodded. Standing up, Bea approached the large double doors, opening one as the light hit her straight in the eye. 

While they hadn’t discussed what Poppy’s personal office would look like in the new building, Bea had assumed it would be as big and bright as her current space. A better view as well considering her current layout only overlooked other buildings. 

Poppy was currently sitting in her large leather chair, spinning on the wheels slightly as she typed away on her fancy keyboard. Her hair was perfectly framed around her face, not a strand out of place, but oddly enough she was wearing a pair of dark rimmed glasses. 

Bea pursed her lips, walking into the office as Poppy’s hands stopped their movement. 

“Good afternoon, Ms. Min-Sinclair.” Bea said, watching Poppy push herself away from the keyboard to look at Bea in the eyes. Or at least she assumed considering how dark her shades were. 

“I’m not sure how good of an afternoon it is, Hughes.” She mumbled back, reaching into one of her desk drawers as Bea took a seat from across her desk. 

Poppy was... noticeably clumsier today. Bea could see the mess of papers across her desk, the pens scattered across, and a bottle Advil almost tipped over. There was also the fact that Poppy's coat was just draped over her desk and not hung up neatly in the closet near the corner.

Poppy shuffled around in her drawer, pulling out a stack of papers as she sighed heavily. “Look, I called you in today to briefly go over some of the new design choices. I’m not really in the mood for a full blown session, but my secretary can-” 

“Are you feeling alright?” Bea blurted out, stalling her hand from slapping over her mouth as Poppy looked up. 

“Excuse me?” She asked, scrunching her brows from what Bea could tell. 

“Sorry, you’re just… wearing sunglasses inside.” 

“What I wear inside my own building is none of your concern, you-.” Poppy snapped, before drawing back, clearing her throat and tapping a sharp nail to her desk. 

“I’m fine.” She ended, taking off her glasses a moment later as Bea nodded in compliance. She was definitely not fine if the bags under her eyes were any indication. It looked like she was auditioning for a local punk band. 

“Now, can we carry on with business?” 

“Yes, of course….” Bea paused, reaching for her bag as Poppy resumed shuffling through her papers. “...you know whenever I’m hungover, I always drink some powerade.” Bea said as she pulled out her laptop. 

Poppy sighed, casting a blank stare over at Bea who was humming to herself. “I’m not hungover.” She stated, feeling the thought of a fight rather draining. She was extremely hungover. 

“I didn’t say you were. I said when I’m hungover, I drink powerade.” Bea stated, placing her laptop on the desk as she looked up at Poppy. 

Call her crazy, but with everything working out with Lana, her job, heck, even being in Poppy’s company, something seemed a little brighter. 

Poppy scoffed. “That never worked for me. You know-” She paused. 

You know I tried it at Belvoire. 

“Energy drinks are unhealthy.” She said, flipping the idea away as she cleared her throat and pointed at her monitor. “Now, back to business.”

Bea could have figured how that sentence would have ended, but they had promised they wouldn't pry. They wouldn't discuss the past and would only focus on the future, besides, she had at least tried to do her good deed for the day.

“Right, I was looking over these designs…”

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Poppy spun in her chair, tapping her nails against the arm as her phone rang for the sixth time. She knew who it was, but she still wouldn’t feel inclined to answer. 

Bea had left over an hour ago. It seemed she was in a better mood than she had been for the past few days. Poppy wasn’t sure why. 

Stopping her chair mid spin, Poppy reached for the powerade she had asked Tevon to bring her. She had forgotten about this home remedy that…Bea had once told her about. 

It felt like years ago and it was, but saying it was only two years made Poppy feel a million times older. The last time she saw Bea, in her mind, was at least a decade long. 

She took a tentative sip, recoiling at the sudden burst of taste. When Bea said it worked for her hangovers, Poppy assumed that was because she probably recoiled from the taste versus the electrolytes helping. 

Though, she distinctly remembered a certain cup that Bea would always carry around, filled with red liquid. She was always the hyper type. 

The phone paused its ringing, allowing Poppy to take another sip of her drink before the ringing resumed. She set the drink down, finally pulling out her phone and accepting the call. 

“Poppy, I’ve called several times.” Piers shouted through the line as Poppy stood up from her chair, walking over to her floor length window as she took a deep breath. 

“I apologize, I was just in a company call.” 

Piers grumbled through the line, something about ungratefulness and pride, before her cleared his throat. “I’m assuming you received a calling card from Don recently?”

Of course her father was interested in Don Sterling's pursuits and nothing else. Certainly not the fact that Poppy’s newest issue was a few weeks from release. 

“I have, we’re having dinner this Friday.” Poppy commented, hearing her father huff in pride. 

“Good! Good! I’m calling because I want you to invite Don to the Leighton-Sinclair Golf Club Tournament next month.” 

Poppy crossed her arms over her chest, walking over to the phone and picking it up. “The golf tournament you wouldn’t even invite mother or I too?” 

“Yes, that’s the one.” 

“You want me to invite Don?” 

“Poppy, is the reception at your office bad? You heard what I said.” 

“I don’t think that’s the best idea…” Poppy stated as Piers let out a hearty evil chuckle. 

“Nonsense. I think it’s a marvelous idea! Your mother is looking forward to it. You know how much she loves Don.” 

“It’s almost as if she should be wooing him instead.” Poppy snapped back, scrolling through her computers calendar as her father released an awkward mumble. 

“Now Poppy, you know Don is a highly respectable man. Handsome too, wouldn’t you say?” 

She didn’t exactly know how to answer that. Don Sterling was handsome in the sense that most modern movie stars were. Conventionally attractive, but nothing else. 

“He’s a good man and he’s certainly brilliant.” 

Living off of his father’s fortune took a lot of brain power according to Piers. 

Poppy didn’t bother to answer, scrolling her calendar to next month only to see a large strip of purple over the weekend of the tournament. 

“I already asked Tevon to clear your schedule for that weekend. So that you’ll have time to fly out to Colorado and spend a relaxing weekend with your family.” Piers stated as Poppy mentally calculated how much to take out of Tevon’s bonus for this betrayal. 

“Dad, I don’t-” 

“Poppy, it’s settled. Invite Don when you see him this Friday.” Her father stated with an air of authority felt even through the phone line. 

Poppy kept a fist glued to her desk, nodding as she closed her eyes. “Of course, dad.” 

“Perfect, goodbye Poppy.” He hung up before she could even muster a fake reply. 

Setting down her phone, she took a seat in her chair, slumping a little low as her forehead hit the desk with a rather loud thump. 

A date with Don, more meetings with Bea Hughes, a magazine release week, and now a doomed and inevitable mini-vacation with her parents. 

Reaching for the powerade, Poppy took a swing, similar to how she had taken down shots only a night before. Maybe it wouldn’t cure the hangover, but it certainly could drown out something. 

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“Red? Black? Purple?” Bea asked, shifting between hangers as Zoey casually scrolled through her phone. 

“Red is hot, blue brings out your eyes, and black is a no-go.” Zoey commented as Bea gave her a pleading look. 

“Zo, c’mon. You gotta help me here, I’m not sure what to wear.” 

“Bea.” Zoey said in her most dead-pan voice. “It’s one date, not marriage.” 

“It’s not just one date!” Bea smiled, thinking of how many ways she could attempt to woo Lana in less than 120 hours. “It’s Lana, and she’s-”

“Gorgeous, kind, unbelievably sexy? You told me and I stalked her picta. You definitely have a type.” 

Bea shrugged, casting a glance over at Zoey who was still browsing on her phone. “Even though I said I wouldn't talk about she who won’t be named, Lana is nothing like Poppy.” 

“Except they’re drop dead gorgeous, both fairly smart as much as I hate to compliment the devil, and weirdly attracted to you.” 

Bea scoffed, pulling away with a beige checkered blazer. “Rude, you know I’m hot.” 

“I think you think you’re hot. You’re attractive, sure, but it’s a little unheard of for two drop-dead girls going after your gay ass.” 

“I guess I’m just living the gay dream. And not even a comment about my stellar personality?” Bea remarked as Zoey rolled her eyes. 

Zoey laughed, swaying to her feet and taking the beige jacket from Bea. “Tell you what, I help you with this outfit, and then you tell me about your new boss.” 

“Zo…” 

“No Bea, I’ve been on tour for months. I deserve a touch of drama, I mean for heaven’s sake, the most drama I got these past months was someone constantly stealing Peter’s sandwich.” 

“That was probably you.” 

“Maybe, but not the point. The point is, I wanna hear what our old rival has been up to for these past few years.” 

“You’re out of luck then. She’s as dry as a well.” 

“That can't be true. Poppy always had a flair for dramatics.” 

Bea moved to sit where Zoey had been, stretching her leg as other customers bustled around the store. “It’s the truth. Sometimes, she’ll be completely chill and then she’ll just…snap.” 

“Snap like, hot snap or bitchy snap?”

“Second one.” 

“Ouch.” 

Rubbing her palms over her jeans, Bea thought back onto recent conversations with Poppy. As much as she might want to find some common ground, the way everything had ended was a complete mess. Bea wasn't sure if there was even a ground to reach. 

It felt a little too much like falling without end. 

“Point is, I probably only have to work with her till the end of this year and maybe a little longer, but after that, we’re done.” 

Zoey paused her shuffling through the racks, tapping her heel to the beat of some upbeat pop song, which was coincidentally her own. “...In a way, it’s a little depressing huh?” 

“What? What’s depressing?” 

“Poppy I guess. Like, she made this whole empire with Belle and stuff, all for her to have a stick wedged up her-” A mother walked by, covering her child’s ears as Zoey corrected herself. “Handbag.” 

Turning with a gray plaid fitting blazer, Zoey smiled sheepishly as she set the blazer down on a nearby automann. “Like, in Belvoire, she was a mess too, and even out of Belvoire? She’s still the same Poppy.” 

“What am I supposed to do about that?” Bea snapped a little too quickly as Zoey raised a sharp brow, returning to the clothing rack. 

“I’m not saying you’re supposed to do anything. I’m saying that Poppy was a bitch in college and she’s a bitch now. Seems like nothing has changed.” 

Bea kept quiet, staring at the marble floor as Zoey cooed at various outfits. Zoey had never… know the full extent of Poppy and her relationship. She knew it happened, she knew Bea was a mess for awhile, but she didn’t know much else. 

Mostly because of all the shit that went down during Belvoire, but also the fact that Bea kept most of it private. While she didn’t have to worry about Poppy spewing anything, Bea didn’t think she needed to say anything either. 

In the simplest way she could put it, Poppy and Bea’s relationship was their own. It was hers as much as it was Poppy’s. It was private because they kept it that way and even though it was never an official thing, it was still theirs. 

“See why I don’t want to talk about it now?” Bea asked as Zoey smirked. 

“I mean, a small sliver in me was hoping you’d come back with more interesting news than just Poppy hasn’t changed one bit, but yes, I get it.” 

Zoey walked back over to Bea, patting her firmly on the head as Bea squirmed away. “Now come on Casanova, it’s time to actually start getting ready for your date, and in your eyes, the rest of your life.”

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[possuminabathtub]

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

🦷 - personal wisdom? I don’t think I have much, I’m not a very functional human being. Sleep. Sleep is so important, and the only constant in my life. I am absolutely adamant about getting enough sleep or I become a roid raging bitch from hell (more than usual).

As for life hacks, divide up large daunting tasks into little pieces to trick the executive dysfunction, it’s not three homework assignments due by the end of the week for one class, it’s half an assignment every night, much more achievable and you get the quick dopamine (this also works for time consuming but largely mindless tasks, like lectures or meetings. It’s not 30 more minutes, it’s six sets of five minutes, or 3 sets of ten if you’re feeling spicy, (this has gotten me through so many swim practices and boring lectures, works like a charm))

🏜️ - favorite type of comment are the multi paragraph comments, especially with a quote or analysis of parts of the fic? Oh my god they’re beautiful things to receive, feed your authors yall, we’re hungry for validation and affection. (This is actually how I became really good friends with my beta reader and writer bestie, she left several multiparagraph quote referencing comments and I fell in love with her on the spot) (I will love any comment you give me though)

🍦 - I genuinely don’t know if I can think of a character I hate? Feel free to remind me or give me suggestions and I’ll list the three things but I genuinely could not tell you a character I hate off the top of my head (that’s memory issues for ya)

🌸 - I do have pets!! And I love them with my whole heart! Prepare for a comprehensive list of images of my darlings

Two of our many chickens, Red and I think the other one is Cuckoo. Our Labradoodle, Rooby Doo. The horse with the stripe down his face is Prince (Common Name: Jackass), and the darker one with only the star marking is Lizip (Common Name: Zip or Zippers).

The lab mix is Radar. Gray cat curled up is Kentucky Blue, and the tan one in the box is Mama (we’re so creative). We actually have a third cat, called Boy (Legal name: Jerry) but he looks just like Kentucky Blue so you’ve basically seen him (we did think they were the same cat for a while). (Ive just realized we have all three genders of cat: Male, Female, & Homeless and just showed up here one day).

You also get bonus pictures of last years batch of calves bc they’re cute. I couldn’t find any good photos of our ducks, but they’re not the most personable (imagine if a beige almond mom designed a duck, I love them I swear but they’re not exactly stylin).

[pettyshippen]

This is What I Call, the Start of Season 3 of Libertys Kids

Sybil Ludington

I first learned about her from Rejected Princesses and have fallen if love with her. She’s like Arya Stark.

Funny because Sarah and Sybil would have a Sansa and Arya dynamic

James is a natural horseman now

Sybil straight up ready to kill

‘I’m so proud of my daddy who has a target on his head’

“But why aren’t you fighting?” Imagine Sarah heard that and said “Listen bitch,”

Sarahs ballgown should just be solid pink

Of course Arnold sees Sarah right away. Thank goodness she has a chaperone. I bet Mrs. Adams knows he’s kinda flirty with her and keeps an eye on them.

“I had hoped our paths would cross paths again Ms. Phillips, away from the field of battle” GOD why aren’t they waltzing while he’s saying this, that would be intense.

In fact their entire conversation could have been discussed while they were waltzing but that would take the animators way more work.

Imagine Benedict starting his passionate rant while dancing and then dancing

Sybil gotta be starting shit for no reason

I bet Sarah and Hannah would bond tho.

“I’m coming” “Like hell you are”

Sybils eager af to fight

She’s that girl at school that would punch the bully for me

The last shot of the entire city on fire before the dramatic music plays 😱😱

They just shot a fucking cannonball at a house

Sneaking out to go report hell yeah

Imagine getting to storm into a place on a horse. Kickass.

Once again, Sarah stalks Arnold into a danger zone

The horse even went into the water

It’s like that scene from home alone

Stupid af but it worked

Arnold is done with this army shit. He worked hard to earn that rank.

“I’ve come to think of you as like a daughter.”

“He’s destroying himself with his own bitterness and anger.”

I feel like Sybil would be mean af to Sarah just because she’s British and Sarahs doing her best to stay civil and in control. And then James would yell “Enough Sybil! She’s my friend!”

Lafayette Arrives

The drag episode 💄

Course Bens surrounded by bitches

Instant connection between Henri and Lafayette. You know he’s gonna adopt this child.

How old is Henri supposed to be by now? Thirteen I’d say. He should be growing.

Henris like I adopted this French guy

I need a dramatic retelling of Lafayettes drag escapade

LiberTAY

Lafayette would be the most anticipated

Why is Henri allowed in Congress

Wtf just a second ago ya’ll didn’t want him

What if politicians gathered for meetings in bars?

Lafayette is an America fanboy

They’re like ewwww it’s French

Omg he’s coming this way

Pretend it’s chicken and dumplins

RETREAT CALMLY

Ben is cunning af

We’re French but we’re American Yay

The Hessians Are Coming

Those girls aren’t the Schuyler sisters are they

Those laughs are not believable

No, they’re German girls

When he’s an asshole but his horse loves you

Here he goes ranting again.

“I learned it from school lol” “Who needs to go to school to build forts”

“Are you trying to sway the Hessians into leaving us?” “I’m a reporter jackass”

“I’m not a soldier, I’m a musician” Yeah like how Tom was not a soldier but a scientist

“Your witness is dead so you’re guilty”

Another victory for Arnold that will be ignored

James and this German dude had to puss next to each other for weeks.

“You guys are cannibals” whut

Will both of you stop acting like dicks please.

That’s more like it.

Arnold gets screwed over so much

That poor little german boy. Of course he didn’t want this James.

Arnold marching into battle shamelessly without permission.

Arnold saved James life without knowing it

Yeah we all quit

Sarahs reaction to Arnold having his leg shot is not realistic at all. L

Polish guy said go to school

Oh his name is Gunther

The last line of this episode did not age well at all.

Valley Forge

Arnold (the ARNOLD) is in this!?

Oh look mini log cabins

Von Strudel really came in on a sled like the white witch

“No meat! No meat!”

RIP Aaron Carter. This poor kid.

So its like diet bread

I can feel the cold

Girl went outside in the cold after being outside for stays

Where did the gust of wind go?

I love Lafayettes loyalty

Imagine having to poop outside in the snow

Bare ass exposed to the snow cold

“Corporal, yell at him for me.”

“How can I appreciate what you don’t have?”

Henri would definitely become a soldier in the adult version of the show

Henris the mascot. I need him in an eagle mascot costume now.

Imagine an eagle sports mascot fighting a king george mascot.

This dude is obnoxious

Ok now not so much

Omg Franklin sent Von Strudel

George Washington being a dad

Slide to the left. Slide to the left. Cha cha real smooth.

Sarah why aren’t you more worried

Allies at Last

Here comes Peggy Shippen

Nice dress Ben

That excited little barefoot leap on the cold concrete ground

Smart move on James and Moses

So without Ben or Moses around, that would put Sarah in charge. Since she’s still loyalist I’m sure she welcomed Andre at first

“The less I say about her, the better.”

Sarah, are you dancing with tory guys at these balls? I bet you are.

And now she wants Andre and Peggy out and I don’t blame her.

Oh look, hats

Oh no Moses the white guy your name is on the list

“I’m suddenly in the mood for English tea” petty Ben

Why are they telling Sarah all this stuff, she’s friends with Americans

Poor Henri being laughed at

“Have you forgotten that you are English?” “Not in the slightest.”

But Moses seems like such a nice guy

SIGN A PUBLIC OATH OF LOYALTY

“This is because I’m Jewish.”

Pop off White Moses

Oh you motherfucker

Oh now you wanna sign it

“A lot more people will have to stand up for equality to come true.”

And now France is their ally.

[airenyah]

so i was tagged by @lurkingteapot to list my 9 favorite tv shows. i find it difficult to define "favorite" so i'm just gonna list a whole bunch of current faves, past faves, and other series that stuck with me or have a special place in my heart for whatever reason.

tagging @magsimags @newyearknwwme @swabianhotpocket @killiru @gaym3bo1 @ranchthoughts @gillianthecat @feralmuskyscentedhoepran @telomeke – feel free to ignore this if you've been tagged already or if you don't feel like participating <3

here are mine in alphabetical order (bc i really CAN'T do a ranking):

(details under the cut)

bad buddy series:

you've seen the state of my blog for the past 1.5 years. i'm not even gonna elaborate

galavant:

I MISS GALAVANT EVERY SINGLE DAY. it was gone too soon, even if the renewal for a second season was a huge surprise (forever sad we couldn't get a 3rd season).

please this series is so funny and entertaining and just iconic. the dialogue is SOOOO quotable and the songs are so funny and amazing!!!!!!!!!! (i mean hello it's alan menken!!!!!)

it's got badass ladies, a pathetic little meow meow king, A DRAGON (i super believe in tad cooper <333), an army of gays, pirates who are the lords of the sea (except for the part with the sea), a knight in shinging armour who is some over-muscled chauvinistic self-indulgent egotistic stingy prissy narcisissy jackass in a caaaaaaan, and so much more

PLEASE IF YOU LOVE DISNEY MOVIES AND MUSICALS AND FOURTH WALL BREAKS DO YOURSELF A FAVOUR AND GO WATCH THIS LITTLE GEM OF A SERIES. PLEASE. it's my favorite thing ever <333333333

fun fact: the title of my blog which goes "oh poop, i got gravy on my tummy flowers!" is a quote from this series

moonlight chicken:

this is one of the 3 series that i've rated as a 10/10 on mydramalist, so i HAD to include it and well. it's just. i don't know how to put it into words

this series and the characters just feel so real. i like how every single character has their own baggage to carry and how they all come together and influence each other. and i really like that this isn't your standard fluffy romance story. actually, one of my favorite things in this series is how the break-up between alan and wen is a major plot line. and i like how messy it all is, how long it takes them to actually draw the line. again, it just feels so real.

not to mention there's a deaf character!!!! please heart and li ming were just so wholesome 🥺🥺🥺 and li ming's relationship with his uncle was just so endearing

once again i am begging gmmtv:

FIRSTMIX MAIN COUPLE SERIES WHEN????

can we please, PLEASE, have another series with earth and fourth as an uncle/nephew duo?? fuck romantic actor pairs, give me familial ones!! you've already let fourth keep the same mother* two series in a row, let him keep the uncle too!!!! *(on that note: i ADORE lookwa. i don't fuck but she's a milf)

orphan black:

i'm not sure i ever actually finished this series (i think i'm still missing the final season??) but i just HAD to include it bc tatiana maslany, okay. tatiana maslany. that's it, that's all i'm gonna say

skam (norsk):

you had to be there

supernatural:

og followers will remember when this was still a spn blog. yes, this show makes the list. once a spn blog, always a spn blog*. free me.

*fun fact: this started as a spn blog and that's something that's actually still visible in my tagging system. spn is the only show where i don't tag episodes as #series abbreviation 1.01 but i tag the ep by the number itself without specifying the series

the brightest star in the sky:

during the pandemic my mom came to me and said "you need to watch this series. the male lead reminds me so much of your brother". i watched it with her. she was right. the male lead is exactly like my little brother. to the point where there was this one scene where the male lead was criticizing the female lead's outfit and my mom and i laughed and went "[brother] would totally say this too" and only a few days later my brother and i had a conversation about clothing over lunch and my brother said almost exactly the same thing as the male lead in that one scene and i looked at my mom in surprise and went "did you tell him about that scene????" as my mom was cracking up and shaking her head that no, she had not.

although, when i say the male lead is exactly like my brother, that's a lie. in fact, he's a mix of both my brother and an old friend of ours who was always like a second little brother to me (the two of them actually had similar personalities when they were teens)

and the female lead reminds me of a female friend that was also in the friend group with us (and who is one of my brother's best friends)

in fact, the dynamic between the male lead and the female lead reminds me very much of the dynamic between my brother and said female friend

all in all, the main characters are just very familiar to me and remind me of people i adore and that's why this series has a special place in my heart. (even if i constantly want to punch zheng boxu. sibling love <3)

theory of love:

ok i know this is kind of a controversial one, bc people seem to either love it or hate it BUT. just know that this series and especially the khaithird plot was made for me, and me personally <3

this series came to me at exactly the right time. it was like a mirror to my own life at the time and brought a lot of catharthis. i was going through a "break-up" with my own personal irl-khai back then and this series helped me deal with that, helped me get over him, and reconfirmed to me over and over again that i had taken the right decisions.

theory of love is also the thai drama that i've seen the most amount of times (i've watched the khaithird plot 27x that i've counted as of july 2nd, 2023) (though by now bbs is a close second with 22 full watches that i've counted as of july 2nd, 2023 and it might surpass theory of love at some point now that my personal irl-khai is no longer relevant in my life in any way. you know what that is!! growth!!!! the day bbs surpasses tol is the day i really, truly AM well and over my irl-khai)

you're beautiful:

ok. ok. hear me out. this is a kdrama from 2009, right?? but i didn't watch it until november 2021 where i'd had quite a day and in the evening was super exhausted and just wanted a zero-braincell show to watch and this happened to be on netflix and looked like the perfect thing for my state

little did i know it was gonna be a million-braincell show for me.

basically, i ended up being really entertained by it, saw that there were remakes, decided to check those out too and well. it got my little actor brain going. i started analyzing the acting (comparing esp the og korean version with the taiwanese remake) and it turned into this whole thing where i wrote pages and pages of notes in a google doc. i learned a lot through that and luckily we had camera acting classes at drama school during that period, so it was perfect timing. i suddenly understood so many things and what an effect it can have on the viewer if you do (or don't do) something a certain way

(oh and then a year later i inflicted this series on a uni friend of mine and it turned into this whole acting analysis project after i'd mentioned about something about acting and went "wait, i have THE perfect example for what i mean where you can see it first-hand." we had a great time and then binged the entire series during semester break. i'm planning on getting her into thai ql too, but unfortunately we're both super busy and don't really have time to watch series together)

honorary mentions:

ever night: i watched only the first season, though. and it's been a while since i saw it (3 years ago during lockdown) and so i don't remember the plot very well but... beautiful cinematography. loveable characters. fantastic acting. also the special effects when the main character did those "spells" (forgot what it was called) looked so cool??????

why r u: that was my first thai bl. the one that pulled me into the world of thai drama. considering how i'm mostly a thai drama blog now and the rebranding started with this series i couldn't not mention it, could i

my school president: it has to make the list just for episode 6 alone (gun desperately wanting to know which person from the music club tinn likes but being terrified ask and deep down knowing the answer already anyway but not feeling ready to hear it???? ooooooof that's so me-coded). anyway, all in all it's just a very sweet and wholesome drama and i'm still listening to a bunch of the songs a lot

the fosters: i was obsessed with this back in 2015. i stopped watching it shortly before the jonnor break-up bc i was busy at the time and when i saw the spoilers about the break-up i couldn't be bothered to catch up. but yeah, i was really into it for a while as well

andi mack: i've made multiple gifsets of that show. i don't gif a lot so yeah. considering that i bothered to sit down and make gifs for this, i think andi mack deserves an honorary mention. i wasn't suuper obsessed with it but i did quite like watching it

merlin (bbc): it's just very entertaining ok and the characters are fun to watch and have fun dynamics

[eightysixed]

[ TYSON DOBBS. 30. MALE. HE/HIM ] is here! They’ve lived in L.A. for [ 16 YEARS ] and are originally from [ CORPUS CHRISTI, TEXAS ]. They are a [ BOXER & EMPLOYEE AT TRADER JOE’S ] and in their downtime love [ SCARFING SPICY CHICKEN SANDWICHES FROM HOWLIN RAY’S ] and [ SMOKING WEED BY THE OASIS POOL ]. They look a lot like [ MACHINE GUN KELLY / COLSON BAKER ] and live [ IN OASIS APTS TBD ].

current amateur boxer, formerly a pro skater who peaked at 24. his career dwindled and hit a wall at 28 due to smoking, partying too much, fame getting to his head, the usual etc. 

BACKSTORY

born in Corpus Christi, Texas (illiteracy capital of the U.S. and very fitting for this man)

d.o.b. November 18 (has a scorpio stellium, is basically Scorpio Man)

born in michigan while his dad’s band was on tour but raised all over. ohio on his dad’s side, texas from his mom’s side, 100% certified dennis the menace.

his dad was in an 80′s glam metal band called Whipplash. they were mega famous once, but faded when 90′s grunge took over.

his dad couldn’t take it and hit the bottle. died of alcohol intoxication when tyson was 8. shit went downhill after that.

life w/his mom and stepdad was chaotic so he ran off to california at 14.

was homeless for a while and took shady jobs to get by. 

became “adopted” by a boy named dom and his mom and lived from then on in a neighborhood in crenshaw.

had a bit of a problem with crack for a while, but his friends got him back on track.

he got noticed by a local skate company, eventually becoming an accomplished vert skater and sponsored by the big leagues.

fast forward to 21, he’s winning world championships, the summer X Games, you name it. fans nickname him Tyson Hawk for his height and resemblance to the OG.

when he was 21 he got his girlfriend pregnant but they lost the baby in a late term miscarriage. had a series of serious relationships since then but none of them were that great.

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headcanons: 

covered in tattoos, half of them skate themed (including a large “skate or die” on his arm) and the other half comic book themed. one of his favorites is all 4 of the dark judges from judge dredd on his back. also has The Scream by edvard munch on his back because he finds it relatable. 

used to live in Silverlake for 2 years. the neighborhood was too hipstery for his liking, but he made friends with a lot of good people and he wouldn’t take it back. 

has never read a book in his life, ever. is proud of that fact.

except for comic books, which he’s read a bunch of.

says he’d be a comic book artist if he wasn’t so lazy and his drawings didn’t suck. used to draw decent but has since forgot. 

politically: libertarian. problematic pro-gun shitlord, but he doesn’t think 2 much abt it. honestly more of an anarchist really.

wake bake skate by fidlar might as well be his theme song

relationship w/alcohol and drugs: friendly

420 all day

will sell a friend to satan for 1 (one) hot wing.

used to be active on instagram and tiktok posting skate content and jackass type pranks, but now it’s mostly personal shit.

his culinary peak is kraft mac & cheese (and he’s fucked that up before)

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fav movies: half baked, blade, boyz n the hood, step brothers

tv show: the boondocks, the wire, baywatch while stoned so he can look at pam’s tits

music genre: 90s hip hop, rap, rnb, etc

comics: judge dredd, sinister dexter, nemesis, too many to list

CURRENTLY

training to be a professional boxer with eddie. has 3 amateur wins under his belt.

works at trader joe’s in Silverlake.

in his main verse, he’s married to Sasha Smith ( @imaginarybabies​ ). it’s all very recent, but they say they’ve been together for 2 years because they count from the day they met (4th of july 2020) 

important NPCs: 

Angela Meyer (mom)

Johnny Dobbs (dad, deceased)

Cliff Meyer (stepdad)

Mason and Audrey (younger half siblings)

Eddie (boxing coach)

Ray (former skate coach)

Gus (Trader Joe’s boss) 

Dom, Marlon, Joe, Mikey, Alejandra (The Squad) 

elsewhere: 

SL  | ��niles  |  niles take 2  |  inspo blog  |  twin brother (au)

[bunnys-babies]

Talk to You

Megumi Fushiguro x gn!reader

wc: 1.7k

warning(s): Megumi is awkward LMAO and Itadori just.. can’t read social cues ANDKAKKDLAD (also not edited - just wanted to post to get back into the swing of things Yfm :))

a/n: hello! It feels good to be back and posting :3 anyways, he has been ONNNN the mind recently, and he’s just so fun to write for, for me!! I hope you guys like ahhhhh!!

pt. 2

Megumi hates you.

The audacity you have to work at the strip mall he frequents with his friends, and at their favorite place to eat of all places, too. Oh, and you make a point to smile at him and wish him a warm welcome back every single time he leaves with his dish, all teeth and crinkled closed eyes?

How dare you. He should get you fired.

All of this is exactly why he makes sure to sit precisely 5 tables back from your counter and 2 to the left, dragging out the chair that faces your store that just so happens to be to the left of where Yuuji is seated on the other side, the view of you cashiering right next to his head.

If he didn’t do this how was he supposed to know if some jackass made you upset or uncomfortable. Not that he cared that much, but if you can even give him that signature smile then someone must really be an asshole to only get a less than excited ‘have a nice day’ as they recede to their own table.

It’s not that he cared if someone made you upset, he just… had to know. Yeah. There were absolutely no underlying reasons as to why he liked watching you bustle around your workplace and then proceed to be hit with pangs of jealousy when you laughed at something some idiot said. None at all.

Yuuji’s obnoxious smacking of his lips stole the attention of his stare back onto his friends face.

“Y’know”, he licked his fingers and wiped the corners of his mouth, “I’m sure if you actually said hi to them instead of stare like you wanted them dead it’d actually go really well! You’re a cute guy, and they definitely always look at you when they say, ‘see ya guys next time!’”, his voice lilts up to a comically flirty pitch as he attempts to copy you, “‘M just sayin’. I feel like as your wingman I need to start pushing you out of your comfort zone lil’ guy.”

“Shut the hell up and eat your chicken fingers.” Megumi pouts dramatically and rolls his eyes at the mumbled “chicken tenders” that came from Yuuji, only for them to land back on you.

“Besides, you’d probably be a pretty shit wingman.” Megumi looks back at his friend with a pointedly exasperated look on his face; which really means it’s taking everything in him to not laugh at the comically appalled expression Yuuji’s dawning.

His eyes are nearly bugging out of his skull with his jaw dropped to the floor, greasy fingers coming up to his mouth as he gasps, “I’m a lovely wingman. Would you like me to prove it?” He begins to scoot his chair back against the cold tile as it screeches harshly and stand up.

“No.”

Effectively sending Megumi into cardiac arrest, he sits back down.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’re only saying no cause you know whatever I’d do it’d work. I mean, it’s gotta be more effective than coming here all the time to almost never order anything for yourself and then just spend the rest of the time staring all day like some creep while you pretend to listen to me.”

Acting like he wasn’t just completely called out, Megumi responds dryly, “You think I can pretend to listen to you when you’re that loud?”

He waves him off as waits for Yuuji to continue whatever story he was telling earlier, waiting the appropriate amount of time for his eyes to wander back to you.

It would’ve been embarrassing if Yuuji heard the way he sighed dreamily to himself as he finally found you behind the counter again, cheeks bunching up as you smiled at another customer.

You’re so pretty, disgustingly adorable even in your little geeky work visor. He can’t help the butterflies that run rampant in his stomach when you fiddle with your hands and wave in his direction as the prior customer walks away with their bag in their grasp, and a half smile begins to delicately spread across your face. How angelic.

…

Wait.

Oh god. You just waved and smiled at him. And he was blatantly staring. And you looked at him. You saw him staring holy shit how is he supposed to ever come back here he needs to leave now-

“Jesus, I’m not nearly full enough.” Yuuji interrupts himself with an obnoxiously loud burp, “Let’s get seconds, on me?”

Before he can properly respond, and being too stunned to shout an urgent no, Yuuji’s already making his way over to you with a beaming smile and spirited arms wiggling around his body. He starts to talk, no shout, at you about how delicious the food was.

Should he run? He should run. He should get up and just ditch Yuuji here on his own, surely he’d figure it out.

“The chef deserves the sloppiest kiss imaginable for that, can I get another plate please?”

Oh god. Megumi can hear him from all the way over here. He can’t make out your response though. Only a positive sounding jumble of incoherent words and a soft smile he catches from the corner of his eye. He’s doing his best to keep his staring less, blatant.

“Oh yeah, he’s kinda just like that! Do you get uncomfortable with how often he stares though? Personally, I’d be flattered. He’s so cute, right?”

No way he just said that.

Yep, running it is.

The butterflies from earlier have turned into the worst nausea imaginable, he needs to leave now.

He stands up and keeps his stare focused in the direction of the way too distant restroom.

“Megumi! Get over here!” Yuuji’s shouting even louder now, waving in an over the top manner that comes with his default factory setting.

He’s been stopped dead in his tracks.

The way Megumi see’s it, he has two choices:

One, he ignores Yuuji completely and hides in the bathroom until he is sure that the chicken tenders are safe and sound in his best friends stomach. He risks practically nothing and keeps his pride.

Two, he listens and comes over to be roped into whatever Yuuji has planned, probably risking it all and keeping nothing but his idiot best friend.

Apparently, in the midst of his inner debate, he chose option two. Because before he knows it, he’s standing in front of you as he battles the blush that’s burning his ears.

“They think you’re cute! Hurry up and give them your phone number before they can change their mind. I’d do it for you but I still don’t have it memorized.”

Good. God. He’s wingman-ing.

Megumi’s sure he looks stupid, standing stiff as a board with an expressionless gaze while he tries to process what the hell he just heard.

Wait, do you really think he’s cute?

“Bro, hurry up. They have customers and you’re making this weird.”

He’s making it weird? Before he can snap back, a pen and slip of receipt paper is shoved into his hand.

Taking a deep breath and collecting himself, all while still being sure to not even glance in your vicinity, he approaches the counter to write his number down onto the paper with shaky hands. However, his hands must’ve been sweaty, too, because before he can even jot down the first digit the pen somehow slips out of his hand and rolls behind the counter. And instead of trying to catch it, he watches it leisurely roll off the back end.

“Jeez, that’s embarrassing.” Yuuji thinks he’s quiet, he is not.

A polo clad torso is in front of Megumi now, but he finds himself unable to look up, knowing what’s to follow if he does; you.

“Oh, here ya go.” You laugh softly and stretch out your hand holding the pen to him.

Hearing your voice gave enough intrigue for him to begin gathering his confidence, he’s never been this close to you before. He looks up at you through his eyelashes from where he’s leaned over the counter.

The look alone is enough to make your heart stop, and seeing you is enough to stop his.

His usually sharp and stern eyes are peering up at you with a certain softness, rounded and almost doe like, it’s enough to kill a person.

But it’s when he stands up straight and wide all while holding that eye contact, gently placing the paper into your open palm, that you feel like you might just pass out. You’ve always thought he was attractive, obviously, but this is the closest you’ve really been to him. And god he looked good, and he smelled good.

Was that creepy? Should you not think something like that?

Before you can ponder on that thought much longer, he’s walking away.

Clutching onto your imaginary pearls, you attempt to collect yourself and return to work. But your phone gives a quiet vibration in your back pocket and brushes away all resolve you had as you rush to the back - which you’re assuming is his fault by the way he’s feverishly typing away on his phone as the louder friend of the pair harshly smacks him on the back with a wide smile.

You couldn’t whip your phone out of your back pocket fast enough to see what he said, hoping to god it was actually him and you weren’t getting yourself excited over nothing.

‘if you don’t think I’m a creep, wanna make out sometime?’

‘My friend wrote that please ignore that.’

‘I would like to hang out. But I wouldn’t say something so bold like that.’

‘Not saying I wouldn’t kiss you you’re very pretty.’

You smile down at your phone and send a simple yes, talk more when I’m off? back, hoping it’s the perfect amount of interest without making it glaringly obvious you’ve been daydreaming about this moment for weeks.

Thanks Yuuji, you’re quite a wingman.

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Getting a tattoo and showing ur bf HC!

I love the guy’s tattoos and love getting tattoos, so it was fun to think of like what they would think if you came home one day with a certain one

Johnny

You already had a ton of tattoos, it’s one of his favorite things on you

But you guys had just gotten engaged, so you wanted to be bold.

You came home that day and all he knew was you had a tattoo appointment, he didn’t know what you were getting done

“Let me see that new one honey” he said as soon as you got home, pulling you down onto his lap.

“Promise you won’t flip out” you said, making him raise an eyebrow

You uncovered your right hand from your left, and he immediately noticed the wrap covering your left ring finger and the fact that your engagement ring wasn’t on.

You unwrapped it and revealed the initials “PJC” right at the base of your ring finger where your engagement ring sits and where the wedding ring will sit.

You looked at him, and he had the absolute biggest smile on his face.

“I wanted to get one for you” you sheepishly told him, when he suddenly rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, and right on his bicep was a covered tattoo, and when he uncovered it, it was your first name.

“You said you had an appointment and I had wanted to get one for you for awhile so I was gonna surprise you when you got home, seems like we both had the same plan sweetheart”

Chris

You had wanted to get a tattoo for a while, it wasn’t until your boyfriend convinced you to go one day that you did.

You guys walked into the tattoo shop, and you showed the artist you design, insisting chris doesn’t see till the end.

So you made him sit on the opposite side, face the wall, but still hold your hand.

“It’s okay baby, you’ve got this” he would tell you when you’d squeeze his hand a bit too hard

When it was done, you let him look. You had gotten a floral piece done on your upper thigh that wrapped up onto your hip.

“Holy shit baby, you look so hot with this” he said, crouching down to examine it up close.

It’s worth it to say you booked another appointment to get more

Steveo

Everyone knew Steveo was the king of stupid tattoos.

So naturally, when you and your friends were out and had a bit too much to drink, you found yourself in a tattoo shop getting one you’d regret in the morning.

During the session you got a call from your boyfriend, when you answered the first thing he asked was “are you in a tattoo shop? I can hear the gun in the background”

When you got home, he immediately was begging you to show him but you had sobered up and already regretted it.

“I have my own self portrait on my back, it can’t be that bad babe” he said, laughing hysterically

He did have a point. You sighed and rolled up the back of your shirt and pulled the waist of your jeans down, revealing your lower back.

Right on your middle lower back, the word “tramp” was spelled out in fancy font, with hearts around it.

Steveo was on the floor crying from laughter. “You-you got a TRAMP STAMP OF THE WORD TRAMP!!! Oh my god baby that’s too good” he said, sitting back up and spinning you around to take a picture of it.

“If you send that to anyone you’re dead Steveo” I warned him but he said “did you forget we’re shooting at the beach tomorrow for Jackass right? EVERYONE is gonna see it baby” while laughing even more.

You looked up that night where you could get tattoo removal at, but Steveo brought up the idea that you could just get a coverup tattoo, and to be honest you did think it was funny

Bam

You guys were playing truth or dare one night with the rest of the Jackass guys, and they dared bam to go get a new tattoo, and then dared you to get the same one.

Neither of you were gonna chicken out, plus you both already had plenty of tattoos and had been together for 3 years so you couldn’t think of a reason to not get matching ones.

You, Bam, and the rest of the guys walked down to a tattoo shop that was open late and they got you and Bam sat right away after you guys picked a tattoo.

When they were done, you each had a singular black heart on the insides of your wrists, and it soon became your guy’s favorite, even if it was small and didn’t have much to it.

When April noticed the new tattoo on bam, and realized you had the same one, she kinda lost it, saying it was a terrible idea to get matching tattoos

And just to prove a point, you and bam went the next week and got eachothers initials tattooed on yourselves. You got the small “B” tattooed next to the heart, and he got your initial on his chest.

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Hey hey!! I saw this tab on your page, and I love the way you write, so I was wondering if you could do dabi x gn!reader, where he and the reader got into a big fight, and he makes reader cry a lot. After about a day or so, they make up, but the reader still won’t smile at him and seems sad, so he decides to help with that? I understand if you don’t want to write it, but I just had to ask! Have an amazing day/night! byee!!

Hi there I'm so so sorry it took me so long to make this! But anyway here you go!  

Dabi x GN!quirkless!reader

Details:

you are 21 in this fic, are quirkless, and live (mostly) /work with the LOV

Now let's get staaaaarted~

One evening, with no terrible events, there was clashing and yelling in the 22nd-floor apartment building. Y/N, who just got back from another day at work, was able to hear the yelling and quite frankly was not having any of this.

Just as they were about to knock on the door, a model-like woman appeared. 

“Well well well look who it is… the dirty little-”

“Save it I’m not up for this shit right now”

“Wow you don’t have to be so bitchy”

YOUR POV

For the love of god if that bottle blond bitch would shut up

“Well maybe if you didn’t act like such a fuckin dumbass who has no understanding of what personal space is maybe I’d be nicer”

Then I walked into my apartment and shut the door in her face 

Then I made my way over to the couch and looked at my phone only to be greeted by 1.5 dozen texts from Dabi

Well. great now I gotta leave again

So I grab my keys and a bag with my stuff and headed out

LE TIME SKIIIIP~

I approach the dark oak wood bar door and knock

Of course Twice has to be an asshole and say: “wHAt’S tHe PaSswOrD?”

“For fucks sake don’t be so loud”

“Ah Y/N! Good to see you again!”

“Just let me in jackass”

The door unlocks and opens to reveal Shigaraki sitting at the bar with the others sitting on the ground.

But Dabi is nowhere to be seen…

“Hey crusty where’s Dabi”

“He’s out right now”

“Then why the fuck did he text me to be here?”

“Hell if I fucking know or care”

“Well that’s just fucking great”

Just then the door combusts into blue flames and falls off it’s hinges to reveal a pissed off Dabi

“What the fuck are you doing here”

“You fucking texted me you burnt ass chicken nugget”

“I didn’t fucking text you”

“Then who the fuck did”

“Not fucking me that’s for sure”

“Wow and I thought you loved me considering you’re MY BOYFRIEND”

My shitty day has already taken a horrific toll on me and now this is making it worse

I suddenly feel that familiar strain and headache coming on that I get when I’m about to cry

“Just fucking go you shouldn’t be here”

“FINE I’LL FUCKING LEAVE THEN!”

I left tears streaming down my face uncontrollably as I ran out of the bar back home

DABI’S POV

“Ok which of you jackasses took my phone and texted them to come here”

Toga was holding her hands behind her back

“Toga hand it over”

“No! I wanted to have them here again because I’m always alone! Besides you 2 are a cute couple and should be seeing each other more”

“You have no business coming between me and them”

“So? They’re MY FRIEND TOO YOU JERK! Besides, you need to apologize for what you said to them!”

“Fine only to get you to shut the fuck up”

YOUR POV 

I walked back to the bar after crying my eyes out at home with my hood over my face to hide that so as to not to worry Toga

I open the door only to be glomped by Toga

“OMG Y/N I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!”

“H-hi Toga”

“N/N”

I look over at Dabi with a resting bitch face 

“Hello Dabi” I said monotonically

He sighed and started talking again “come with me I want to talk to you” and of FUCKING COURSE HE MUMBLED THIS KNOWING I HATE MUMBLING 

HEHEHEHEHEHE LE TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY MY 3 MONTH DEPRESSION INDUCED HIATUS UWU

I followed him into his room and he shut and locked the door 

“Hey I uh-just wanted to uh- a-apologize f-for what I said” he was looking at the floor obviously embarrassed 

“I-I accept y-y-your a-apology”

“Now come here you tiny dork”

I walked over to his open arms and into his embrace 

“Why are you still sad?”

“I feel kinda neutral but fine, I just don’t care to keep an cheery persona right now”

“Well maybe I can make you feel happy again”

All of a sudden im being plopped on his bed and pinned my wrists above my head and started to remove his belt

“Don’t worry it’s not what you think it’s going to be you dirty minded silly goose”

As he had been talking he was tying my wrists to the bedposts and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t move my wrists out 

“Wh-wha-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“See i told you I could make you happy again~”

He it turns out started tickling my sides

“Hmmmmm where to tickle you next~”

“WAIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAP”

“Maybe your…tummy? Yeah sounds like a good place”

Then he was tickling me both hands now fluttering his fingers over my abs and all over my torso 

“Awwwwwww look at my little giggle bug~ so cute while under me and laughing”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOREHEHEHEHE I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANT BREAHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHETHE”

“Mmmm yeah no i'm going to keep going cause I wanna keep hearing you laugh. Now I’m going to give you a choice~armpits or hips?”

“NEIEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHTHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHER”

“Well then I guess I’m gonna do both. I was going to let you go after that one spot buuuuut since you wouldn’t pick you get both~ besides I know you actually love this”

“BUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHULLSHIHIHIHIHHHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT”

“Ok now you’re just being vulgar which means extra punishment for you my little giggle bug~”

His hands then moved from my tummy and sides to my armpits and intermittently switching from raspberries on my tummy and neck and fluttering his fingers in my armpits 

“Look how cute you are so helpless and ticklish~ tickle tickle tickle little one.”

“BAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“Be glad I’m not that bird bastard with those godforsaken feathers of his. Although I might just call him over to help me make you smile permanently again”

“YOUHUHUHUUHUHUHHUHUHUHU WOUHOHOHOHOHOHLDNT DAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHARE”

“Now now let’s not get testy here I can have him here within 3 minutes as I KNOW for a fact he’s quite smitten over you”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHO PLEAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHSE NOHOHOHHOHOHOHOOHOOOHHHOHOHOHOHO”

“Yeah that does it I’m calling him besides I’ve been trying to fluster you and failing sooooo… I’m gonna give you a quick break while I call him up”

DABI’S POV

I pulled out my phone and called Hawks 

“Hey there what’s up? You never call me! Did you need something?”

“Ok bird brain I’m going to cut to the chase Y/N is not happy because of something I did and I’m trying to cheer them up.”

“Ahh I get ya. I’m actually in the area I can be there in less than a minute”

“Good I kind of need you here to make them be happy again”

HAWK’S POV

Right after I heard the click on the other end I sighed knowing he had said something to them that was really bad and they must have been in a bad mood and I know this because that kid’s got a thick skin

I landed at the entrance of the alley, walked over to the door and knocked

“WhAT’s tHe PaSswOrD”

“God twice no one can take you seriously when you do that. Besides before you ask Dabi called me here”

“Ok! He can’t be trusted!”

He let me in and I walked to Dabi’s room where I (rightfully) assumed where he was and I saw Y/N with their wrists tied to the bed board post still squirming and letting out those adorable residual giggles 

YOUR POV 

I was so grateful for Dabi to FINALLY be done only for Hawks to walk in behind Dabi 

Goddamnit

“Hey kid- wow you’ve got a cute tummy and hips~”

He started walking over to me and discharging feathers from his wings 

“Well well well I can see someone’s been laughing adorably. Man this is gonna be fun~”

“W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-wait c-c-c-c-c-can’t w-w-w-w-we t-t-t-t-talk a-a-about th-th-this?”

“Nope because you need to get it aaaaaaaaaall out”

Hawks climbed onto the bed while wiggling his fingers towards my tummy and once his fingers made contact it was all over 

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“Wow and I’ve barely gotten started how cute~ coochie coochie coo~”

His feathers started tickling my feet, ears, neck, belly button, and armpits and then he started squeezing and scribbling my hips and then gets off to let Dabi get back on to repeat that action of scribbling and squeezing my hips

And who gets put in charge of the teasing?

That's right 

Hawks

“That must tickle a lot Y/N huh?”

“Aww look how cute you are when you squirm! But your smile is even cuter!

This of course continues on for 15 minutes 

And then finally the tickle attack stops 

“So babe how are you feeling?”

“I guess better just tired”

“I love you Y/N”

‘I love you too Dabi”

“Welp imma head out I gots stuff to do”

FIN

I hope this was satisfactory! Thank you for the request!