#my dumb big man… bless his heart

[pinkmirth]

idk if you ever seen shameless but kevin is reiner coded 😭 here’s a clip

the things they said in that video?! 😭 I could definitely see Reiner’s himbo self mistaking “gender-fluid” for “gender-liquid”… he’s a lil silly, give him some time!

[eustasskidagenda]

Okay, this post is not based on a request. I kept thinking about it for hours and finally decided to write it down: how the OP characters would text their s/o. So here are some texting headcanons for some of my favorite characters: Eustass Kid, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Sabo. I'll probably write a part 2 with my other beloved characters: Luffy, Marco, Killer, and Robin. :D

☆Texting HCs for Kid, Law, Sanji, Zoro & Sabo

CW : g/n reader, MDNI, Kid is cursing, fluff, funny, partly nsfw, mention of alcohol for Zoro 

WC : 2k

Kid

Your name/photo in his contacts: mine. With a photo of your ass, obviously. And when he's mad at you, he renames you mid(ge).

Such a brat.

His wallpaper: a cool photo of his motorbike (I'm sorry but Kid is that kind of man in love with his own bike/car. But it's okay, he's still my favorite.) Or, a pic of your ass.

What kind of pictures are in his gallery: your ass, random photos of your face when he’s teasing you, his bike, and some punk stuff (music, makeup, outfit etc.)

His fav emoji : none.

He likes to send really, really shorts messages. Like : 

"Hi" "u know" "i have an idea" "So listen:"

Goddam Kid, just write the WHOLE sentence in one message.

He's sending you random pictures of his torso, just to flex with his big tiddies.

And you have to respond with a heart emoji and praise him each time.

If you want, he's more than willing to send dick pick too. 

Again, you have to praise him. Even if the pictures are absolutely non-aesthetic. He's blessing you with his cock after all. 

"Babe, you don't know how to take beautiful pics of your dick." "WTF SHUT UP???????? It's MY dick???!!! OF COURSE IT'S BEAUTIFUL??!!!" 

Yeah, Kid is clearly using extra punctuation. 

Oh, sure, each morning, you receive a mirror selfie of his outfit of the day. Such a punk fashion icon. "Rate my outfit on a scale of amazing to amazing" 

He doesn't use emojis because they sound too soft and stupid. "em0teS aRe f0r s0fT b0ys Y/N"

If you complain about his messages looking cold, he might use random emotes to annoy you like "UgH iF U wAnt 🦬" (with that stupid dumb sponge bob meme)

Whenever he calls you, it seems like he's yelling through the phone. 

He likes using caps lock like "HEY Y/N, WANNA FUCK TONIGHT??????" 

He's sending you random punk/rock music. And you have to listen and react to every single music, otherwise he's so pissed off. He is sharing his world with you, the less you can do is interact with him. 

He also loves sending some pics of what he's working on, because Kid likes to repare/custom some cars or motorbike. 

And last thing, I like the idea of Kid Pirates being a punk music band, so sure, Kid loves to send you some videos of him playing guitar. "My fingers are skilled in three things : music, crafting and fingering you all the fucking day long"

His phone is so damaged because he throws it every time he gets angry (like every two minutes).

Law

Your name/photo in his contacts: y/n-ya. With a cursed picture of you. Just to tease you with it. 

His wallpaper: nothing, just the random by default home screen. In his view, wallpapers are useless and pointless.

What kind of pictures are in his gallery: random pictures you took of him, emo memes, and boring stuff about medicine or basic hygiene rules for Luffy. And a guide to "how to stop screaming and how to control your anger: a guide for children" for Kid. 

His favorite emoji: 🖕🏻

Whenever you annoy him with a stupid joke or a prank you saw on TikTok, his immediate reaction is to block you. He's so annoyed, please, leave him alone. He is immediately aware that it is a prank. Luffy always does the same to him before you do.

He's never using capital, it's for the emo aesthetic, like 'I hate bread'. Nope. But ✨"i hate bread."✨, yeah, much better

And yes, he uses "." everytime, it's for the dark and tired emo aesthetic. 

He always leaves a group conversation as soon as you include him. Please, he's so pissed off by those kinds of things. 

He's able to leave your message seen for days. Just because he was busy and forgot about what you said. If you need an answer, sure, try to call him. He always keeps his phone in silent mode. 

He likes to send you cool articles that he reads. Especially about medicine, tattoos or nerd stuff like movies, books, games etc.

"wanna go to a date tattoo with me tomorrow?" 

That kind of question is clearly his love language

He enjoys teasing you with random photos of his tattooed fingers or chest. "I bet you miss these fingers." And yeah, he's clearing curling his fingers on the pic like he would do when they are inside you. He's really good at teasing you with photos. 

Kid and Luffy steal his phone whenever he's with them. So be ready to receive a lot of ugly pictures of Law (taken by the chaotic duo), middle fingers from Kid, and blurry meat pictures from Luffy. 

Poor Law deserves a break.

Sanji 

Your name/photos in his contacts : 💗💘🛐Mon Amour (my love)🛐💘💗 With the most beautiful picture of you. 

His wallpaper : a cute couple photo.

What kind of pictures are in his gallery : a lot of cooking videos or photos, you, aesthetic pic of the sky and a private album with some hot nudes that you sent to him.

His favorites emojis : 💘💗💖🛐💍🧎🌺🌸🌹🫦🥰😘🧑🏻‍🍳🍽🍷🥘 (yeah, Sanji LOVES emojis)

He's always texting you back. If he can't reply within a second, he won't open the text. Sanji, leaving his beautiful s/o with that awful "seen"? Never. 

All the mornings "good morning sweetheart 💘" and all the evenings "sleep well sweetheart, dream about me 💖"

He wants to take a cute and aesthetic pic of the both of you all the days. 

He bombards you with pictures of his cooking. It's cute, but also annoying because he can't help but send extra long texts. He describes every single action he did, along with recipes and tips. 

He enjoys seeing your outfit of the day. He can attempt to match his clothes to yours. 

Random "I love you 💖" and "if no one told you you were pretty today : you're the prettiest 🥰" 

He enjoys sending you cooking videos. "We should eat this tonight. What do you think? 🧑🏻‍🍳"

He's pretty good at sexting. He knows how to take aesthetic photo of his hands, back, or mouth. Not just an ugly dick pick (Kid, Zoro, I'm looking at you). And he also likes to leave you some message like.

I would sit you down on this table if you were with me right now. You know, the one in your kitchen where he had dinner with your parents yesterday? I would gently kiss your neck, fondle your chest, and slowly kneel between your legs until you shout my name. You would pull on my hair, begging me to keep going until you cum repeatedly on my face.  👅 "

And if you send him a nude, well, he's going to die from a nosebleed.

Rest in peace, Sanji. 

Zoro

Your name/photos in his contacts : "y/n". You pick a picture for him because Zoro and phones are not compatible.

His wallpaper : a cool katana

What kind of pictures in his gallery : gym selfies, katanas and alcohol (all with ugly quality)

His fav emojis : 👍🏻 and 😴 Like:

"hey Zoro, you're alright" 👍🏻

"Zoro, wanna hang out?" 😴

"Babe, what are you doing?" 😴

"… am i annoying you?" 👍🏻

He can responds to absolutely anything with those two emojis. 

Zero is so oblivious, so let's be honest: he is not good at using phones. Almost every day, he forgets his phone at home. And even if he didn't forget about it, it's probably on silent mode or just off.

He doesn’t know how to use the keyboard, so prepare yourself for coded-message like "o!. @= sp⛑t t🧹day???/!df🆎e !!"He can't even use the excuse "my cat walked on my keyboard", he just sucks with technology.

Your messages are often "seen ✔️" and that's all. Not because he wants to be mean, just... he didn't understand the concept of answering every text. He takes all of your messages as random information. Like "Hey, I'd love to see you tonight!". Well. OK. Message understood. That's all.

The only application he has on his phone is Google Maps. Even with it, he still gets lost. "Turn left." Without a doubt, he turns right. 

Once, he tried to please you with a dick pic. But the photo was just terrible: bad luminosity, an ugly close-up of his cock, blurred as fuck, and you can see the dirty tissue behind him.

He doesn't answer when you call him because he's either asleep or at the gym (or drunk).

Once, he also tried to send you a voice message, but it was just the sound of the wind. He forgot to talk closer to the microphone.

Sabo 

Your name/photos in his contacts : "my revolutionary 🎩💛". With a beautiful pic of your smiling face. 

His wallpaper : a symbol of revolution. 

What kind of pictures in his gallery : petition screenshots, his brothers, you, anti-capitalist memes and a private album with some hot pic of you (naughty Sabo)

His fav emojis : 🔥✨🖕🏻💛✊🏻😡😏😎🤩👉🏻👌🏻🫵🏻

Sabo is... complicate. Sometimes, he doesn't answer for WEEKS. And sometimes he's extra chatty. And when he's chatty well...

Sabo is always spamming you with petition links. "Save the dolphins", "save the monkeys", "fuck capitalism", "for the resignation of *insert random politician name*" 

"Hey sweetheart, manifestation tomorrow. See you there!! 🫵🏻" 

When it's not petitions, it's probably videos or articles. Sabo is a pure revolutionary. Be prepared to receive lengthy texts when he wants to fight for a cause. It's cute, honestly. He's really involved and passionate. 

"You, me, on a trip tomorrow?! 😏"

Sabo has a knack for surprising you with trips, so prepare yourself. This man craves adventure and surprises. He wants you to join his crazy journey. 

Sometimes, he's using proper grammar and punctuation, sometimes he's using a lot of !!!!!!!!??????? And caps lock. Especially when he's furious about something.  He makes a lot of typo errors because he's always in a rush while typing.

Let's fught  *figrt *fijkt *FUCK *LET'S FIGHT (and fuck)

He enjoys taking pictures of you unexpectedly because it makes you seem more natural. 

"So… sweetheart… we have a new roommate" with a cute pic of a dog/frog/duck/snail/whatever. Sabo has a kind heart. If he sees a wounded or abandoned animal, he feels obliged to adopt it.

And regarding spicy texts… 

Sabo is a kinky boy. So sure, he's thirsty when it comes to sexting/nudes. As a revolutionary, he is also very careful. He always asks you first before sending you nude or spicy texts. If you're willing, then prepare yourself.

A bunch of nudes. Since he's good with them, he won't display his dick in a weird and unattractive angle to you. He enjoys showing you his hands when he's wearing his gloves. Or a mirror photo of his back.

"I know you will scratch it when I'll fuck you tonight 😏"

You're not forced to send him nude or spicy texts back. He respects your boundaries without exception. And if you send him a photo anyway, he's also really nice. Always a comment like "your ass is soooooo good with this angle. I can't believe I'm that lucky 🥵" and if he wants to save a photo for his collection, he's always asking if it's okay with you.

"Sweetie, i have a new toy for you… 💛"

We all know what he's talking about. Naughty Sabo.

[chaos0pikachu]

okay so if I don't talk about the kinnporsche side story I will literally combust b/c they didn't need to give us that they didn't NEED to give us this little youtube up short that spanned the spectrum of chaotic human emotion as a stop gap between one of the best episodes of the series and the hyper escalation to flowers in the attic-ville where the lamps have chains okay but they did and bless them for it cause like

first off you have porsche who's given up his chance at something of a normal life with his sunshine kitten of a baby brother walking around the hospital ass out b/c KINN GOT SHOT FOR HIM like fucking what porsche is like welp he's earned that bussy now and tankhun is like OMG MY BABY BROTHER IS DEAD crying in Arm's arms and porsche is like OMG KINN DIED and tankhun is like no you dumb pretty bitch he's dead to me spiritally for being an in love idiot but porsche is already half way down the hall heart pounding b/c his self sacrificing big dicked mafia daddy just bit it only to then see kinn is alive and breathing if moderately a pin cushion only to

THEN be confronted by Vegas wearing this summers best Second Lead in a K-Drama Couture look flowers at the ready like omg porsche I am but a sweet and loving man, holding out flowers, hoping another man, will love me back did you know these mean longing? friendship? unrequited love?? and porsche is like, wtf who's giving flowers meaning seems like a waste of time and money to me rich ppl are so weird meanwhile kinn's "someone's after porsche's baked booty" senses start tingling waking him up from the morphine b/c drugs will NOT keep him away from his man and is like "vegas you whore" and vegas is like "kinn your alive (derogatory)" and kinn's like "take back your fake ass cheap ass dollar store flowers" and vegas is like "see porsche, see what I go through? the hardships that are my life??" and it's just elevator music in porsche's head just full on disassociation at this point b/c why are all these hot dangerous men hitting on him all the time he's just trying to make a living out here

and then kinn's like I got shot cuddle me pls and porsche is like only b/c I don't want the ghosts to eat my ass and kinn is like me either cause that's my job and they cuddle while the music swells and that video has 6.5 MILLION VIEWS EVERY ONE EARNED

[precambrian-sea-pancake]

Gonna infodump about my D&D character

(Sadly forced to keep things confidential because my party members follow me on tumblr…you know who you are 👁️👁️)

I’ve only had Gawain for a short time but OH MY GOODNESS I FUCKING ADORE THIS SILLY GUY!!

Also kinda shocked that the moodboard I made for him got that many notes. That’s a first…

Also please enjoy the drawing @hootbon made for me. I will never shut up about their art.

So…for what CAN post publicly…

Gawain is your token Lawful Good Paladin TM. Bonus points for being a protector aasimar I guess. (Though I might multiclass into a bard depending on how things go. It would fit him well. They’re my favorite spell caster.)

His personality is gonna be SO fun to play. Before I explain that, I should mention that he’s actually the youngest of the group at 24. The second youngest is the Kobold (Maran) who’s 37. So he’s a lot more naive and still understanding himself and the world around him. People often dismiss him due to that unfortunately. But, you know, imagine a dumb collage age boy and you get somewhat of an idea.

He’s a very sweet and compassionate guy, extremely extroverted and fun loving…maybe a bit flirty at times. Definitely cracks witty comments and one liners in battles ranging from something clever to “suck my dick” or something dumb like that. That doesn’t mean he can’t be serious, he absolutely knows when he should. Ironically he’s the most “normal” of the group, often being the straight man. Overall heart of gold and just wants to help people.

He has a bit of a rebellious and impulsiveness to him. As clever as he is, he’s mostly driven by his emotions. It’s always a “do what feels right in the moment” rather than logic. In general he’s just very emotional and struggles with hyper empathy. This also causes him to question a lot of the authority around him.

I’d also say he has that Disney Princess syndrome. Gawain is convinced that he has some grand destiny and is meant for more. He’s always wanted to explore and learn more about the world, meet new people and cultures, live a life of glory and adventure. Maybe he’s in over his head or maybe he’s not…we’ll see.

However, another big reason for doing all this is that he wants to understand who he is…more accurately WHAT he is. He was born to humans, raised by humans, and grew up in a mostly all human kingdom. So he grew up thinking he was one despite some strong differences between him and the others. Aasimar are VERY rare, and more like myths to most people, and others don’t even know they exist. So people either assumed he was blessed or cursed, some treated him like the messiah, and others thought he was a freak and dangerous. So yeah, he never felt like he belonged and wants to learn about himself.

Somewhere in his life he ended up becoming a squire and completed his training just before the start of the campaign…

And that’s all the backstory information I can post because my friends will see this.

I guess I can do a bit of trivia:

It’s still D&D lore, but the world itself is homebrew. Humans are actually not the majority race, far from it. Most humans live in a large archipelago with various human nations. I remember the DM said the estimated population of humans was 20,000 to 30,000. The two mainland continents are one dominated by dwarves and the other by elves, along with other races being far more common on the mainland. Not really about my character but I LOVE that detail. It’s somewhat relevant I guess since I said Gawain grew up in a human society.

The god he venerates most is Ilmatar.

His eyes reflect his emotions and power. When using any of his abilities or when under intense emotions (both positive and negative), his eyes will turn a solid gold color.

Prior to his training, he was a courier. His parents ran his town’s postal service and that’s one of the things that got him into the idea of adventuring.

He’s more of a cat person than a dog person. He likes both, but I feel like he’d go for the cat.

The first weapon he ever used was a bow rather than a sword. The specific sword he uses is an arming sword.

He is a wonderful singer, his voice is almost ethereal in when he sings (little aasimar headcanon of mine).

His favorite study is anthropology, but also really likes history and geography. He’s always collecting little souvenirs and trinkets from everywhere he visits.

He keeps a diary and loves to write stories and sketch things. A lot of story inspiration comes from his dreams, which are often very vivid…and he remembers them super well.

Neither of his parents have blonde hair, nor is it a recessive trait they had. It’s actually part of his aasimar traits.

He talks in his sleep because I think it’s funny.

If this wasn’t a medieval fantasy world, he’d definitely use Gen Z slang. Maybe even tell someone “L + Ratio” or “Skill issue” after besting them in battle. In that same hypothetical reality, his favorite band would be Starset and The Score.

He takes good care of his appearance and health, so he does enjoy certain beauty products. A spa day is his ideal day off.

He hates salmon. He thinks it tastes bad and prefers catfish. I don’t know why I even thought of that fact but it’s there.

[deadmeat666]

Allennn if u write for yanderes, wyat your take on yan! akinori??? obvs smut (hhehe sorry I'm obsessed with tjis man he's sooooooo)

if ur talking about beloved babyboy akinori konoha then YESSIRRRR

warnings. reader with a scarily huge cock, yandere themes, mentions of blood and murder, scent kink, generally creepy and perverted akinori, creampie, rushed, cringe description of reader's cock somewhere 😔

Yan! Akinori, who will innocently wave when you pass by him. Think nothing of it, it will be merely nothing but just a simple act of kindness.

Yan! Akinori, once the boldness gets to him, taking your acknowledgement of him as sign to cross the line just a tiny bit for now. Coming into class, you notice your desk are littered with tiny paper pieces cut out into the shape of a heart. Albeit done roughly, you can't deny the fact you are flattered. Flattered that someone had committed their time to make this for you. If only it isn't so messy and exposed for your classmates to witness. . .

Yan! Akinori, who then realizes just how truly oblivious and dumb you are, fully jumped across the big fat line between 'just a simple innocent crush' to 'wanna have that person tied up to my bed and milk their cock 24/7' without another thought.

Yan! Akinori, who has no shame in snapping a few polaroid pictures of you. Thanks to his fair share of experience in the world of photography, he is able to get all the shots perfect, just like you! The photos range from you smiling, to you jacking off your cock in your room without a care in the world or even a sense of awareness for that matter.

Yan! Akinori, whose latest addition to his album is a close up of your smiling face, all content for whatever reason that day. Usually he would tape his photos to a wall, or maybe hide them away in his album he keeps tucked away under his bed, but this time, he does neither of those.

Yan! Akinori, who tapes the said picture to the softest pillow he could find, kissing it ever so lovingly before letting all of his pent up urges by humping and riding out his orgasm on the pillow, shamelessly moaning your name as if you are actually there, and not just a burned image on a polaroid. And as he cums, he makes sure to shoot some on your handsome face, before drawing a heart with the sticky goo to outline your face.

Yan! Akinori, with how much luck he has during that time, manages to find himself inside your arms and in a totally healthy relationship with you. Initially, people had thought about how it was so wholesome that he'd latch himself onto you like a leech, feeding off of your compliments and praise. and a hunger for the blood of his rivals.

Yan! Akinori, obsessed with your scent, he'll dig out your closet for your clothes. He had thought no matter how much you would wash your clothes, your scent will still stick and it turns him on so much. And if your closet isn't enough, the laundry basket will be his target. Dirty? No! Clothes worn by you, he will not consider them dirty, simply blessed and graced by your smell.

Yan! Akinori, who likes rubbing his face against your crotch and dick like a desperate kitten. He'd want his face to be marked with your musky odor and liquid, especially your thick semen that's so full of life. Literally.

Yan! Akinori, with nothing that could've prepared him for your massive cock. The first time he saw it erect, it was like a stiff mass sitting in-between your legs, like a beast in its slumber, threatening to rise awake and breed.

Yan! Akinori, who desperately bounces on your cock with no shame in letting out his screams of pleasure whatsoever. He will tremble and writh above you. And in every bounce he finishes in taking in the entirety of your cock, he lets out a moan just a decibel higher from the past one, continuing in an endless cycle until the inevitable climax. Let's hope his noises don't alarm the neighbours, that'll surely lead to a huge misunderstanding.

Yan! Akinori, with a strange fixation for breeding, almost every week or when he feels like it, melts into the sheet as he is taken from behind. He looks at his stomach from his position, seeing how it will bulge from every time you dig into his inside, somehow getting deeper and deeper. His fingers fidget around in hopes of wanting to find something to hold onto but his senses are basically overloaded, his nerves screaming in pain and pleasure as he willingly submits himself to you. His mouth is shut, no complaints when you shoot torrents of semen inside him whatsoever. Why would he? He'll simply be called crazy if he does.

[personwhowrites]

Could I ask for a super young soldier on the 141 team that lied about their age when they first joined the military and it gets found out by the 141 men 😋???

Hi! I’m so sorry it took me so long to respond to your request. I took a break for a week I was feeling unwell. I’m hopefully back now! Thank you so much for your patience. I did change it slightly to fit the reality of military laws. (Where I live) -E <3

Little lair

You stare at the registration paper in your hands. One section that made you stop in your tracks, a deadly stop that would make you reconsider your decision.

In big black bold words was displayed “Age”. The law on how old you need to be to join, it seem stupid to you. How only a certain people can join since their age is well to join.

“Bullshit..” You mumble looking at the paper. “I’m seventeen I can join well enough! I don’t have to be in my damn twenties to join.”

You set the paper back down on your table. Then sigh in annoyance as your roommate comes into the room.

“What has you all burned out?” They ask grabbing a glass cup from the cabinet. “Oh you finally realized you can’t join them?”

“Shut up..I can join them! If it wasn’t for that dumb law passed down a couple years ago.” You say crossing your arms, then look over at them. “Any possibility you know…”

“Oh no no no.” They say quickly setting the glass cup on the counter. “I am not making you a fake identification! You know how that went last time!”

“But.. I really want this!” You say standing up from your chair. “Please! I live for the military! I can follow my mother footste—“

“Leave your mom out of this! God bless her.” They responded quickly shaking their head. “Y/n, it’s dangerous.. you can get jailed if you turn in a fake identification..”

“Okay then let me play off as you!” You say grabbing their hand. “Please you’re able to apply! I can pass off as you.”

“Hell no! I don’t want that y/n just figure out something yourself.” They say shaking their head angrily. “Stop looking at me like that!”

“..Please! I’ll be out of your hair! Hell I’ll be away” you say holding their hand tightly. “Please, Ill do any—“

“Fine!” They yell moving their hand away. “You can pass as a twenty four person.”

“Thank you thank you!” You say happily hugging them. “Thank you!”

“Come on..let’s get you my information..” they sigh and looks at you. “..your such an idiot.”

“A soon to be in the military idiot!” You say with excitement.

—

“..So..” A man says looking a you. “You want to be a sniper?”

You nod your his words and seat still. Then close your eyes, your heart is racing. Could this even work? Don’t they have to do a background check? A million questions rushed in your mind. What if you couldn’t get in? What if..

“I’m afraid we can’t let you be a sniper.” The man says setting your paper down. “You don’t seem to.. appropriate for it.”

“Excuse me sir?” You say opening your eyes. “What.. I..”

“We can let you try other fields as you.. train under us.” He says setting his right hand on the paper. “Just for a while, your skills seem useful.”

You remain silent as you process your dream being crush. You can’t be sniper.. not like your mother. You stand up from your chair and someone else burst into the room. You and the man that was settling you in turn over to two men.

“Kyle! John!” The man in front of you yells making you sit back down. “I said no interruptions!”

“Sorry Captain, but Kyle stole my fucking food!” John yells shaking his head. “He has done this for the past week!”

“I did not! Pr—” Kyle says stopping mid sentence seeing you. “What’s a kid doing here?”

“Kid?” John says now looking at you. “The hell, Price why is there a kid here?”

“They’re twenty four.” Price says shaking his head. “Jesus.. you all are idiots.”

“I’ll excuse myself.” You say quickly getting up from the chair again. “I will.. think about what you said sir.”

Kyle shuts the door and John looks over at you. Then Price eyes tell you to sit down, which you do. The environment started to get tense as Kyle sat next to you and John lean against the desk. Price cough and grabbed your paper again.

“Soap? You think that they are really twenty?” Kyle says looking at you. “They don’t seem like it.”

Soap? You thought looking at the man leaning on the desk. Must be a code name, a name that seems foolish to your ears. Soap began to speak, it sounded like mumbling to you as someone else enters the room. Your whole body shivered as Price called the man over.

“Ghost, good you came to join us.” Price says as Ghost stands behind you. “Do they seem like they’re twenty four?”

Ghost looks at your back for a memory then walks over to Price. Getting a better view of you, he stands there crossing his arms. Your whole body went into panic as eyes met.

“..No.” Ghost repainted in a husky tired voice. “Not at all.”

“Listen, kid..we get that you want to join the army.” Soap says crossing his arms. “But lying about your age is bad.. especially in a situation like this.”

Your whole body freezes with their words. Price hands the paper back to you and smiles.

“Come back in a few years kid.” Price says looking at your shocked body. “Maybe then you can be a sniper.”

You give a nod and get up from your chair. You bump into Kyle and apologize. Then leave the room, closing the door behind you.

“She got guts..” Soap says looking at Price. “Think they will be back?”

“I’m sure they will be..they’re a little lier..” Price says with a small smirk forming on his lips. “Check other records, and make sure to keep her name on the watch out list.”

—

You sit once more in front of Price. Years passed, he can’t even recognize you until he reads your name. His eyes glisten seeing your name, then he looks up at you.

“If it isn’t.. the little lier of age..” Price says with a dry laugh. “You sure that you’re twenty two?”

“Positive..” You say with a small laugh. “Need an identification?”

“No no.. I think this time you’re telling the truth kid.” Price says looking at your application. “Look at that.. you change your mind on being a sniper.”

“Mhm..medical field interested me.” You say crossing your arms. “Or what.. I’m I not qualified for it?”

“Oh your more than qualified little lier.” He says with a smile. “I actually need one on my team..”

“Offer already?” You say with a laugh. “I don’t think you’re qualified for someone like me.”

Price smiles and stares at you. Your eyes meet, this time.. you’re not as scared like before. You’re more brave, strong and smarter. He expands his hand to you.

“Welcome to task force 141.” Price says with a smile. “Little lier.”

[blingblong55]

gaaahh I love your platonic TF141 x reader!! I was wonder if we could get some more, but for a Gn!Reader?

for context I find it hard to swap pronouns when reading, but if not that's fine lol!

and if you want, have some writing prompts!

-Southern!Reader gets drunk, acting like a fool, they're accent the strongest it's ever been, and TF141 is just "wtf are they even saying?"

-general shenanigans with Gaz and Reader, pranking ghost >:]

-SNOW DAY! the boys have the day off, and it ends up with a snowball fight, soap, ghost, and reader VS. gaz, price, and könig (yes I added him I am a simp for this man)

-Reader gets hit on in public, and 141 acts like big brothers + father and beat the crap outa whoever was unfortunate enough to pick on Reader

-DAD PRICE. just. him teaching Reader things, giving pointers, and being protective off-field

anyways sorry for the long ask! hope your doing well :]

Sweet Creature -141+König

ofc! I always try to make my readers comfortable when reading so never shy away for asking this!

This is a collection of moments your boys have been through with you...(there is mentions of an American reader, but if you please it can only apply to the first one.)

GN! Reader, Plantonic! Relationship

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

(I had to look up southern sayings so if this part doesn't make sense I apologize. (feeling too brit today..sorry))

After a much needed out in the town 141 had been deployed to, r/n decided it would be great to compete against Soap in a drinking game. Drink after drink, your once good basic American accent left your lips and was soon replaced with your souther accent. Price at first found it funny, until he couldn't tell exactly what you were trying to say.

Gaz: that was until I dropped it all

R/n to Ghost: That's 'bout as useful as tits on a bull, wouldn't ya'say?

Price: *chuckles* what does that even mean kid?

R/n: o' bless ya heart sir (apparently it means idiot,,,so don't come for me) y'dumber than a mule

*a woman passes by their table and Gaz starts checking her out*

R/n: look at him price, he's grinnin' like a possum eatin' a sweet tater

Price: seriously what does that mean?

Ghost: think they mean he looks like a dumb arse

Gaz stands up to try and talk to that woman

R/n: soap tell em somethin'

Soap: go get her tiger

R/n: No, no,,,you hold your horses now...she ain't even turn to ya and yo're hotter than hell al'ready?

Price: right...let's get you home r/n

R/n: I can take 'nother one....

Ghost: not today *he picks you up and off to base you go*

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After an uneventful evening Gaz and r/n decided to annoy Ghost, a ritual Price had gotten used to, after Ghost came in to complain every week. Price would always discard them because he loved having his children smile and be young and happy.

There was one time where you placed syrup on his tea. Another time, you kept calling his phone, pretending to be some religious group, this went on for 3 months. One time you made him believe the whole base left him, you stole his phone and clothes, best believe you never saw the devil until that day.

2 weeks ago, Ghost was tricked into eating some expired MRE, that man got sick so easily, Gaz was tricked into taking the blame. Meanwhile you enjoyed some banana with soap as Ghost chased Gaz for 30 minutes, until you tripped Gaz and ran to price.

R/n: dumb bitch!*you ran so fast, soap swore it was you being chased*

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This happened at 2 am, Ghost's room.

You and gaz know how much ghost hates dirty bed sheets. So you did this:

Gaz: r/n pass me the chocolate

R/n: why are we doing this again?

Gaz: its fun

R/n: how will this even work?

Gaz: it'll melt under his body and make it look like he shat himself

R/n: this is so cool

Gaz: shh

you two walked into Ghost's room, he was dead asleep, when he shifted to his left side, Gaz placed the chocolate near his bum, you two successfully ran out and waited outside all morning.

Ghost opens his door, anger flowing through him

Ghost: where are these little twats

That's when you and Gaz ran away to Price's office, he eventually caught up and complained to Price. (I'm picturing that office scene when Dwight and Jim are complaining to Micheal. Yes, the American one. )

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

This time the team was deployed to Switzerland, for everyone it all felt like home, spring and summer was quite lovely, that's until Price was told this deployment would be longer that expected. Winter rolled in, everyone was prepared for a harsh winter, except you, who had never experienced snow. You had told soap how every year when you're away from home, snow has hit hard, and that you had never seen snow in real life.

This had become a perfect opportunity for him to show you how much you meant for the team. So once he had told price about the sad story of yours, they planned an entire day out.

Soap: c'mon r/n its time for your surprise.

He bought you gloves and a scarf,( he knows how easily it is to get cold.) Once outside, you ran around screaming in delight. "This is awesome!" you said as you tackled soap onto the snow.

Gaz was the one who started the snowball fight. Price took his side. Ghost and soap took yours. Poor König was stuck in the middle, deciding who to join, until price dragged him to his side and that's when the fight seriously started.

(Picture that SpongeBob snowball fight)

Soap tripped multiple times, your face was covered in snow because you couldn't stop laughing at him. Ghost did most of the dirty work, he seriously took this serious.

He pulled you both down, "right, so while I get price, r/n you get König, he'll feel bad for throwing things at a midget and quit, gaz will soon give up, so soap he is all yours.

"That was mean man" you said but all he did was push you to the floor, where you got stuck for 2 minutes. He eventually helped you up and continued the fight.

Even though he was a trained soldier, König never threw anything at any of you, he was too afraid of getting anybody injured. Best believe this man walked out and waited until things became friendly. He eventually built a snowman. The same one soap ran through. "awh, my snow friend" he sadly spoke. (please imagine this with his cute little Austrian accent and his giant figure just looking down and picking up the sticks and hat from his snowman..)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

This time around you encouraged the team to go out once more. It was September in some other country. After years of working with your boys you never expected them to be your guard dogs. You went up to the bar to order your drinks, until two people walked up behind you and sat at the stools beside you. (I'll let ya decided on the gender ;) )

"What is a cute thing like you doing around this place" one spoke, while the other got too close for comfort.

" Look whatever it is..I'm not interested" you answered,

The guys know you're able to fend for yourself, after all they've seen you kill men with your bare hands, but you had become their little sibling. They all swore to protect you no matter how big or small your problems were.

"You're just here by yourself love?" the other said, while reaching for you.

Price tapped that persons shoulder, "leave them alone," as price spoke to them, soap took you and brought you to the other side. "You stay here, understood?" he cupped your face in his hand.

All you did was nod. "good" he walked away and the four men took them out the back. "you don't touch them ever, or else I swear you'll go back home in a bag" Ghost towered over them,

"this is nonsense, they aren't even good looking!" one said.

(this is very...manners maketh man...vibes )

Price swung and hit ones jaw, "you fuck!" they said holding onto their face. "run you pricks" gaz threatened. "Soap hand me your gun"Price never took his eyes off of them. Ghost took out on of his pocket knives, he caressed it and looked at them. Gaz did too, man would he defend you.

But before soap handed his gun to his captain they had ran out.

Once inside, you sat there. Starring at them with those kind eyes of yours. They immediately went soft. "Got your favorite drink, kid?"

"yes, can I asked what happened out there?"

"nope...after this we can get some McDonalds, that's if you never ask about this again" man was he good at deals you thought.

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(For this one I'll put you as a 23yr old, who specializes in hand to hand combat, and demolitions, as well as a training sniper, mainly bc i feel you need a little background.)

Price never understood how his colleagues could afford love for their kids. He didn't get how one little human would change their ways of being. That's until you arrived at base. Fresh off boot camp.

The day he met you, he understood why his friends back home retired after having kids. It went from him sparring with you, just to test your limits to making sure you were getting sleep, (this man for sure tucked you in)

"Sir, you're telling me that if I boil that liquid it will actually turn into a quality beverage?"

"How do I change my tire?"

"wait..how do I check for my oil?"

"price? are you sure I can go home? I don't want to be alone."

" can you please kill it? I'm scared man."

After teaching you from the most basic things in life a father should teach to what a military dad would teach, he grew fond of you.

Around December he found you roaming base, all alone. The rest of the team (except him ofc) was sent back home, to spend time with family and friends. Once you explain how you had no family to go back home to, he made you pack your bags and head to his. Funny enough, Ghost was already heading to his, it had become a thing between them.

He told you about his wife, how she wasn't able to conceive and how excited she was to met you. Later that week, she called you her child. You and Ghost had found a forever home with him. "These are my children." she proudly said to anyone who asked about the two socially awkward people standing next to her.

A week before Christmas, he took you and ghost hunting, that day he let you have a puff off of his cigar. "be careful now, don't inhale too much." he pointed at you, like he was talking to a child.

After the holiday, you were allowed to call him dad, pops when you were at his place.

Out at bars, he would keep you close. And when someone would clearly flirt with you, it was in him to remind you "no person will ever be good enough for you, understand kid?"

He even cracked dad jokes with Ghost and you. He made sure to update his family portrait from him and his wife to one of the four of you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Tags: @thatonesimpyknow

a/n: I know It really long..but I hope you did enjoy it!

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

[viennacherries]

Oh oh, I have- well, not really a request, more so a prompt if it strikes any inspiration! No pressure!

I'm a sucker for wizards, so it should come as no surprise that I adore Rolan and Gale. My first Tav was also a wizard, big surprise. I love the scene in the game where Gale teaches you magic and if you're a wizard you can basically be a show off. But- imagine Rolan being ever so kind and offering to give you a quick lesson. The catch is, he doesn't know you're a wizard for some reason... so he's really showing off and making a big deal about the movements and pronunciation for the spell, and at first you're playing dumb. "Oh, like this?" *does everything wrong*.

Rolan walks you through the steps again, and this time you are like "oh, I see! Like this?" and proceed to do the spell perfectly AND with a little bit of flare. Rolan wants to curse because how the hell did you catch on so quick!!! Whether or not you reveal you're a wizard, I'll leave up to your imagination. 😂

I just finished Kiss The Cook and oh my lord I was GIDDY upon realizing Rolan was gonna propose. I yelled so loudly. 10/10. I loved it.

sorry for taking a while with this one! wanted to wait until i was properly inspired so i could do it justice cos i think it's so funny and cute. so much room for shenanigans.

i might continue this one and turn it into something multi-chaptered if people like it? maybe some freaking wizard on wizard smut later on? 👀

for now tho it's just cute and wholesome, i had a lot of fun with this. enjoy!!

SFW

read it on ao3 here

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"Like this?"

Bless him. Rolan is trying to be patient but you can see the mounting frustration on his face every time you mess up a movement.

"Not quite. That one was close, though. It's more like this."

He turns to face you, brings his hands up and around in elegant, practiced arcs before clasping them together and forcing them outwards towards you. A brilliant burst of purple light flows forward, soft around the edges and pulsating with weave. You can feel it emanate from it, calling to you.

You're not quite sure how Rolan managed to never learn that you're a wizard, though you suppose the only times he really saw you fight were when you were defending him in the shadow-cursed lands and when you defeated Lorroakan. Admittedly, he had other things on his mind. He probably just wasn't paying attention.

Regardless, now you're standing in a large open room underneath the Sundries, where Rolan is insisting on teaching you magic. You're not blind; you know he's doing it because he has feelings for you. You would have put him out of his misery and told him you have feelings for him too, but it's rather cute when he tries to impress you.

Like now, for instance.

Every demonstration is slightly exaggerated. His posture is tighter and more disciplined than is strictly necessary, and with every somatic shape he creates he adds enticing flourishes, his fingers curling and pointing invitingly. He's putting on a lovely show for you.

Which is why you'd decided to just... Go along with it.

Is it very polite? Absolutely not. Is he going to be incredibly embarrassed when he realises the truth? Absolutely. But how are you supposed to resist when he looks so delicious like this? His tongue flicks out to brush over his lips to wet them every time he utters the incantation in demonstration, and a few stray strands of hair twist and curl in the air from the weight of the weave in the atmosphere. He looks regal, practicing his craft. Your shared craft.

You swore off dating other wizards when you were at university. Men were insufferable at the best of times, let alone wizard men who thought they were Mystra's gift to spellcraft. You'd made a promise to yourself, after one unsuccessful date of many, with a man who started trying to explain how cantrips worked to you, that you would only date non magic-users.

Gale had been quite disappointed to find that out, bless his heart.

But Rolan. There's just something about him, which is weird.

It's mostly weird because when you met him you absolutely despised him. He demonstrated all of the worst qualities you'd come to expect from your peers during your education; arrogance, self-importance, pride, vanity, etcetera, etcetera. You distinctly remember sharing a look with Karlach as you walked away from him and his siblings, both of you pulling a face of utter disdain.

He'd changed though, over the course of the journey. After his siblings being kidnapped, his apprenticeship souring, he'd become incredibly grounded. Besides, his arrogance actually wasn't completely misplaced. He's incredibly gifted with his manipulation of the weave. Not that you'd ever tell him that.

In the aftermath of the Absolute's invasion you've spent a lot of time with him, and you've decided he looks rather beautiful when he casts. His brow furrows in concentration and his eyes gleam with a determination that's easy to get caught up in.

And his hands. You stare at his hands a lot.

"Do you want to try again, or are you just planning on standing there all day?"

His words bring you back to the present. Ah, yes. Magic lesson.

It's probably time to end the charade, really. You definitely can't keep this up forever. It's actually rather difficult to keep doing spells wrong when you've been trained so thoroughly on how to do them right.

By the Gods, though, you're going to have some fun with it. You took a couple of acting classes in your second year, at a local bard college, so you're determined to sell it.

You make a big show of taking a deep breath in, shaking your hands out as if you're trying to dispel nervous energy. Rolling your neck around it makes a large crack, and you lace your fingers together and stretch your arms out in front of you to crunch your knuckles. He watches you eagerly, ready to appraise your efforts, and you can't help the upward tick at the corner of your mouth.

The movements are second nature, really. You twirl your hands into elegant shapes as you raise your arms, and twist them around you in a circular motion; a grand emulation of Rolan's earlier demonstration. As you surge your hands forwards, a bright burst of light surges forwards, bathing the pair of you in a velour glow.

Rolan's face is absolutely priceless. You have to physically swallow down the laugh that threatens to bubble up within you.

"... Like that?" The mirth in your voice, however, is more difficult to disguise.

Rolan just stands, staring at you. His mouth is agape, and he's gradually turning a rather beckoning shade of crimson. The laugh you've been holding back bubbles out of you, and you fold over yourself and brace your hands on your knees as you cackle.

"I... You..." His difficulty forming his words only makes it more entertaining, and you clutch at your stomach as the hilarity of the situation rolls over you. You manage to steel your breathing and calm your laughter, and glance back up at him, but he's still got that incredulous look on his face with his mouth hung open, and it sends you back into hysterics.

"You... You're a wizard?! Why did... Why didn't you..." He trips over every half-thought word, trying to come to terms with the fact that he's been completely blindsided and utterly bamboozled. You calm your laughter and straighten up, a light chuckle spilling from you.

"Yes, Rolan, I'm a wizard. I'm sorry for teasing, I just couldn't resist."

His face is so red he could be mistaken for a gith's dragon.

"I don't... How did I not..." He evidently is still struggling with stringing coherent thoughts together, but you know what he's trying to say. You shrug in response, a smile plastered on your face.

"I don't know, to be honest. I killed at least two of the shadow-creatures that were after you with Magic Missile, and I don't think I could survive without Mage Hands. I'm too short to reach any of the shelves in the library."

"Well." He huffs. "... I could get you a step-stool, if you like."

You can't help throwing your head back at that and laughing openly, "it's fine, really. I manage just fine."

"Why didn't you tell me? I've been stood here like an imbicile, making a big glim show trying to-" He cuts himself off, and the flush that had just began to subside comes back in full force. "I mean- I was-"

"Trying to impress me?" You can't be blamed for teasing him more, surely? When he looks so utterly delectable with that blush over his cheeks? "Don't worry, sweetheart," you drawl out the syllables of the pet name and throw him a wink, "consider me impressed."

As you turn to leave you hear the way his breath catches as he breaths in, and he chokes and splutters on the air. You barely contain your laugh as you begin ascending the stairs back to the main hallway.

Rolan stands behind you, staring at your back as you depart; face burning and tail flicking in wild arcs behind him.

[sgiandubh]

I'm interested to know whether you came to enjoy Greek music during your many years living in Greece. Do you have any favorite Greek artists or songs that you'd be willing to share? I always enjoy your posts about Greece and all your travel stories for that matter 🙂

Dear Greek Music Anon,

This is a beautiful question and you have made my day: thank you for asking and come back whenever you want, whoever you are - you are always, always welcome!

If you think Greek music is just this...

... then you are touristically biased, Anon. And that is ok, to some extent and not really your fault, because this is exactly what they will have you listen to, when you make the childish mistake to book that Greek Evening on your cruise or tour. For some unfathomable reason, this is what they imagine foreign guests should be shown. But then there is music for their and their friends' souls, something completely different and a whole universe to discover.

This is Greek music to me, Anon:

The best Greek female voice of all times (Callas does not count, for innumerable reasons, we do not discuss a Goddess), Our Lady of the Rebetiko: Haris (it means Grace, by the way) Alexiou. A true Dame Blanche, witty, warm and rightfully worshipped. When I was first introduced to her, I was so moved I almost couldn't open my mouth in awe. I was stupidly glued to my French formulaic praise and I remember I just mumbled something along the lines of 'eh merde alors, fuck it, I just wanted you to know that to me, you are not only the voice of my teenage years: you are the Voice of Time itself'. She laughed and the rest is, as they say, history.

This happened in November 2018, after one of her concerts at the Gazarte hall in Athens: a dificult comeback for her, after a cancer scare. We were very moved and fangirling AF, my Culture and Press colleague (remember her from the Mycenae story? Greek music made us instant friends - I was the only one to know what she was talking about) and I:

I have blurred my former colleague's face. I am not sure she wants to be seen on Tumblr, LOL. And see, Anon? I really look like an overwhelmed twat, in this pic. Chances are I'd look the same at Landcon 2025 (what was the last price, 149 euros? Sweet Baby Jesus, the results).

Haroula's one time lover (speculation is still rife and many shipped those two during the late Eighties and early Nineties, unaware it was completely true) and probably the Greek equivalent of Sinatra is George Dalaras. A., my colleague, is absolutely nuts about him and as such a big, boisterous presence in this man's fandom. She follows him just about everywhere (I didn't understand her and residually still don't, to be honest), so it's not a surprise I quickly got to meet the guy, after one of his extraordinary stunts at the Klimataria, a well-known tavern and rebetiko joint smack dab in downtown Athens (I think it was one week before I met and befriended Haroula, funny that):

Now, he looks like a banker. But back in 1993, he looked and sang like this:

This is his greatest hit, if you ask me. Βαμμένα Κόκκινα Μαλλιά (Dyed Red Hair) is the score of a very successful Greek TV series during the Nineties (don't ask, it's very syrupy) and legit one of the most beautiful Greek love songs ever written. But unlike A, I am completely chilled as far as Dalaras is concerned and I think it showed, when we met. He offered an autograph and I said no, just because I am completely dumb, like that. The trouble is, he gently remembered me and he always brought it up every single time we met (at a couple of events and receptions) - how's that for totally embarrassing, eh?

And then you have the opera divas, among which is my dear friend Sonia Theodoridou, one of the best Greek sopranos after Callas. Sonia came back to Athens after a rich career in Germany right in the middle of the economic crisis turmoil. Things were not easy for her and I have to say, bless her heart, she is not an easy person, either (which opera singer is, mind you?). But her voice is magical and she loves to play with it. See what she can do with a really meh song, written and successfully performed by Pandelis Pandelidis, the one-time local Justin Bieber (he unfortunately died in 2016, in a motorcycle accident):

The strange instrument you see in the clip is a Cretan lyra, by the way. I hate it with a passion. But I still love Sonia, no matter what.

We shared a lot of things, Sonia and I. Here is our first pic, together with her ex-husband, Theodoros (still a friend):

These people are those I personally know and like/love. I haven't told you anything yet about the formidable, mythical Maria Farantouri, Mikis Theodorakis' muse or Vicky Moscholiou, another diva (different niche, though). Nothing about Miltos Paschalidis, either, the mathematician turned singer or Alkinoos Ioannidis, perhaps the best Cypriot voice after George Michael. The only reason I won't, for now at least, is that I don't really like mammoth posts. And this is quickly turning into one of those.

But I digressed. You asked me about my favorite Greek song, Anon. It's Manos Hatzidakis' Kemal - a masterpiece with a strong, subversive political message in the guise of an Oriental cruel parable:

Do I know it by heart? Of course I do (and I always, always cry, because I am a sentimental idiot, like that). Singing along with the locals at concerts, in taverns, in your car, on that bus ride, is a mandatory part of the Greek experience. And the most heartfelt homage you can pay to all those wonderful men and women who make our world a brighter, better place.

[gyutrivia]

Silent Hearts

pairing: Hoseok x femreader

word count: 2.6k

genre: childhood friends, friends to ???, angst, unrequited love, one sided love , highschool hobi

summary: “i love you but you are not mine”

rating: 16+

a/n: this is my first tumblr fic and it’s based on the song agust and let you break my heart. its a bit rushed and i am a bit dumb so my grammar sucks. enjoy!

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Have you ever found someone you loved so dearly? It could be your mother, your father, or your siblings—that’s love most everyone feels. In Greek, it’s called storge, a silly word for such a big meaning. What about your friends? The Greek language also has a word for it: philia. That's one that seems more familiar, right? But what does one call that one person who you love so deeply but they simply don’t feel the same way? Unrequited love. That sounds more modern, doesn’t it? But why is it one of the most painful feelings?

"Y/N, move out of the way!" someone screamed. I turned slowly and spotted the black-haired boy running full speed towards me. I stopped in my tracks, and only my stray hairs swayed in the gust of wind caused by the boy. "Hobi?" I said, my voice tinged with curiosity and disappointment. Now, the boy’s body was growing smaller as his distance increased. "Y/N, hold on," I sighed again and turned around, spotting my friend Em the brunette with a toothy smile as she bent down, hands on her knees. "Em, what happened?" I asked, walking up to her as she tried to catch her breath.“H-He ha—” Em let out a loud cough. I helped her up, handing her the bottle of water from my backpack."God bless you," Em said, drowning the water. “Is everything okay?" I asked as Em let out an "ah" sound."He had to crap," Em said, handing me the water bottle. I stood comically frozen as Em stared with a blank face."And why did you run after him?" I asked her as we stared blankly at each other. "Because I wanted to see if he was going to crap his pants," Em said with a straight face.

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“I made it in time,” Hobi said, placing his lunch tray on the table. “I almost didn’t, and I had tears in my eyes,” he continued, opening the juice. I stared at him with a blank look.

“Hobi, I didn’t need to know that. You can keep that to yourself,” I said, setting my tray in front of him."Sunshine, I swear, I almost jumped two guys who were waiting in line for the stall. The urinal was almost a victim," Hobi said, taking a bite of the rice cakes."I'm not continuing this conversation," I told him, standing up jokingly, causing him to stand up and grab my hand, smiling brightly."Stay. I won’t talk about my bubble gut anymore," he said."Hobi," I said, a laugh escaping my mouth.

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Jung Hoseok, aka Hobi, was one year older than me. The first time I met him, he threw a tennis ball at my head. Did I know where he got the tennis ball? No. Does he play tennis? No. But does he say he’s a professional tennis player? Yes. We didn’t become friends from that. It was one day when I went to slide down the slide and slid into a boy who was doing Spider-Man moves in the middle of the slide. But when we both landed on the bark, only one of us landed normally, and it wasn’t him and for the nickname when we fell from the slide the sun rays against my forehead blinded him and some how the nickname sunshine came to be but not after being called shiny forehead for a year straight.

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“I’m telling you, Sunshine, you don’t understand. You have to hold the camera steady. I saw the video you took, and I was moving like I was possessed,” Hobi whined as we walked home after school.“I was. You just moved possession. Not my fault,” I said as the cold breeze blew. I shoved my hands in my sweater pockets and let out a clatter in my teeth. “It’s so cold,” I said as Hobi danced around me. He stopped and shrugged.“You just gotta move around like me,” he said, doing a random dance. I smiled softly at him.

“Okay, sure, Hoseok,” I said. He stood next to me, grabbed my hand, and shoved it in his pocket while his hand held mine.“Is that warmer?” I looked at him a bit wide-eyed. “Hobi, Sunshine, not Hoseok,” he said, pouting. I felt my cheeks flush and turned away from him. The rest of walk was quiet only his hums filled the cold breeze.

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Now, let me introduce you to my first love, Jung Hoseok.

I didn’t want to love him. I did everything I could to stop it. I tried to focus on his flaws, but my mind found none. I even attempted to like other people, but they always paled in comparison to him. If you asked me why I fell in love with him, I would simply say, “It’s Hobi.” He never said he didn't feel the same, but his actions and words made it clear. The wingman for the cute girls at school. And, of course, the iconic line, “You are like one of the guys.” That’s why I kept my feelings to myself—I was just his best friend.

I remember every time he would gush about a girl he liked, my heart would sink a little deeper. It wasn’t jealousy, not entirely. It was the painful realization that I could never be that girl for him. I was the one he called late at night to talk about his dreams and fears, but I wasn’t the one he dreamed about.

There were times I thought he might feel something more. The way he would hold my hand a little too long, or the times he’d look at me with an intensity that made my heart race. But then, just as quickly, he’d pull away, cracking a joke. It was like he was reminding both of us of the boundary that existed between us.

I tried to move on. I really did. I dated other people, hoping that someone else could make me forget about him. But every date, every kiss, every moment spent with someone else felt like a betrayal to my own heart. No one could make me laugh like he did, or understand me the way he did.

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“You have to tell him, Y/N” Em said as she sipped her drink. I choked, coughing as she handed me a napkin. “Tell who?” I asked.“You know who I’m talking about,” Em said, placing her cup down. I avoided her eyes.

“Hoseok, Y/N. He’s going to college in a few months. Don’t you think he deserves to know?” Em's tone was serious. “I can’t,” I said, looking down and fidgeting with my bag strap. “I don’t want to break our friendship.”Em tapped her fingers on the table to get my attention. “You can write him a letter,” she suggested gently. "It’s better than saying nothing at all."

“Fine”

“Happy graduation, Hobi,” I said, handing him the bouquet of flowers. Hobi turned around and smiled brightly at me, opening his arms for a hug. I smiled and hugged him. The scent of his cologne hit my nostrils, the soft, faint smell of vanilla. I closed my eyes as my head landed on his soft chest. I wished I could stay here all day. I pulled away, and he smiled at me.

“I did it, Sunshine,” Hobi said, and there it was, my heart beating to the nickname only he called me when we were younger. I felt my heart pounding in my ears as I slid my hand into my purse, grabbing the letter.“Hobi, I hav—” I was cut off by a soft voice. I turned to see his mother walking with her husband. “I’m sorry, dear, but the photographer is looking for you, Hoseok.” I turned and smiled softly at her. “No, no, go ahead.” Hobi smiled at her and then at me, grabbed my hand, and gave it a light squeeze before jogging to his mother, leaving me.

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The days passed quickly, and soon it was time for Hobi to leave for Seoul. The night before his departure, we sat on the swings at the park we first met, the same place where we had spent countless evenings talking about everything and nothing.

“I’m going to miss this place,” Hobi said, swinging gently.“I’ll miss you,” I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’ll visit, and you can come to Seoul anytime,” he said, smiling that bright smile that always melted my heart.I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. The letter burned in my pocket, but I knew I couldn’t give it to him now. Not when he was about to leave. Not when he was so happy.

We swung in silence for a while, the night air cool and crisp. Finally, Hobi stood up and pulled me into a hug.“You’re my best friend, Sunshine. Don’t ever forget that,” he whispered. “I won’t,” I whispered back, holding onto him as if my life depended on it.I tried to pull away, but Hobi shook his head. "No, not yet," he said softly. So I held on, and for once, the hug felt different. I was trying to let go, but my hands were gripping his t-shirt, as if they had a mind of their own.

"I'll miss you," I murmured again, feeling the sting of unshed tears."Don't worry, Sunshine. We'll see each other soon," he said, his voice filled with confidence.

I wished I could share his optimism, but my heart was breaking. I knew things would never be the same once he left. Hobi pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes. "Promise me you'll take care of yourself," he said, his gaze intense.

"I promise," I whispered, forcing a smile. "Good," he said, finally letting me go. He ruffled my hair playfully, the way he always did. "And don't forget to write, call, and text me. I want to hear all about what's going on here." "I will," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

When we reached my front door, he turned to me one last time."See you soon, Sunshine," he said, smiling that familiar, heartwarming smile. "See you soon, Hobi," I replied, watching as he walked away.

As soon as he was out of sight, I rushed to my room, my heart aching. I took out the letter from my pocket and stared at it. All the words I wanted to say, all the feelings I had kept hidden, were right there on that piece of paper. But it was too late.

I opened the drawer of my small desk and pulled out the box of trinkets. It was filled with memories—ticket stubs, small notes, and other little things that reminded me of Hobi. I placed the letter inside and closed the lid, hiding it away with the rest of my unspoken feelings.

The next morning, I woke up early to see him off. The train station was bustling with people, but it felt like we were the only two there. Hobi was surrounded by his family and friends, all wishing him well. I stood on the sidelines, feeling a strange mix of pride and sadness.

When it was finally time for him to board, he came over to me, his smile as bright as ever. "Take care, Sunshine," he said, giving me one last hug."You too, Hobi," I replied, my voice cracking.

As the train pulled away, I watched until it disappeared from sight. My best friend was gone, and with him, a piece of my heart.

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The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. Hobi and I kept in touch through texts and phone calls, but it wasn’t the same. Every time we talked, I felt the distance between us growing.

I often found myself sitting at my desk, staring at the box of trinkets. The letter remained unopened, and I wondered if there would ever be a right time to tell him, or if I was destined to keep my feelings hidden forever.

Life went on, but a part of me was always with Hobi, in Seoul, living a life that I could only dream of being a part of. And just like that, we stopped talking. The texts stopped, the calls, and the letters—all of it faded into silence. Hobi and I were like two stars that met briefly before drifting apart in the vast universe.

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On my graduation day, amidst the sea of caps and gowns, I spotted him. Hobi was there, dressed casually in a loose white t-shirt and baggy blue denim jeans. For a moment, it felt like nothing had changed, as if the Hobi I knew and cherished was back.

Drawn almost magnetically, I approached the group where he was standing, his back to me, engaged in conversation. As he turned around, the familiar rush of emotions surged through me, but they were quickly tempered by the sight that unfolded. Next to him stood a small petite girl in a purple sundress, her big eyes and pretty smile could have captured anyone's attention, yet I didn’t care to linger on her features. My gaze fell to their hands, intertwined firmly, a silent proclamation of their connection.

Masking the ache with a practiced smile, I looked back at him. "Thank you for coming, Hoseok," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. His expression shifted slightly, a mixture of surprise and something indefinable as he released the girl's hand to offer me a brief, somewhat awkward hug.

"Congratulations “ he replied, stepping back to stand slightly behind the girl. "I wouldn’t have missed it for the world."

"That means a lot," I said, glancing briefly at the girl who was watching our exchange with a curious look. Turning back to Hobi, I continued, "I hope everything’s been great with you." "Yeah, things have been... really good," he said, a hint of hesitation in his voice as if he wanted to say more but thought better of it. His gaze flitted to the girl beside him, and he introduced her. "This is Becky," he added, his smile returning. "Becky, this is Y/N, my old friend from school."

"Nice to meet you," she said warmly, offering her hand, which I shook lightly. "Nice to meet you too," I replied, my heart sinking just a bit deeper. The words 'old friend' echoed in my mind, a reminder of the distance now between us.

The ceremony was about to begin, and as people started to move towards their seats, Hobi touched my arm lightly. "Let’s catch up later, okay?" he suggested, a hopeful note in his voice. "Sure, we’ll see," I said, nodding politely.

As they walked away, their hands found each other again, and I turned to join my family, feeling the finality of the moment. It was clear that the chapters of our past were just that—past. Hobi had moved on, and it was time I did the same

As the graduation ceremony unfolded and later wrapped up, I didn't get the chance to talk to Hobi again. The bustling energy of families and friends celebrating, the loud congratulations, and the clicking of countless photos filled the air, but a quiet disappointment settled over me. Hobi’s mom approached me with a smile, her familiar warmth a small comfort.

“y/n dear, I wanted to tell you earlier, but Becky had to leave she was on call, you see, and Hobi drove her, so they had to rush off,” she explained.

I nodded, managing a polite smile. "Of course, I understand. I hope they got there okay," I said, hiding the mix of relief and sorrow that Hobi hadn't chosen to leave without a word. "They did, thank you. He wanted to stay longer, you know. He's always talking about how proud he is of you," she added, her eyes softening.

As the crowd began to thin and I started to leave the venue, a pang of nostalgia gripped me. In a fleeting moment, amidst the dwindling groups of chatting attendees, I thought I saw Hobi looking back at me. I blinked, staring harder into the crowd, trying to pinpoint the familiar face that had haunted both my dreams and waking thoughts. But it was just my imagination playing cruel tricks.

He was gone.

[mrcarmenile]

okay HI

MY THOUGHTS ON THE FINALE!!

HAZBIN HOTEL FINALE SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

holy fucking god do i have words to say

here’s some INCREDIBLY unorganized thoughts:

alastor losing his filter temporarily made my heart DROP dude. also is it just me or did he lose his accent too? like it just kind of sounded like amir to me lmao

angel with his “charlie said to live tonight however we wanted” JUMPSCARED ME and then when he said “so pour me a fresh one” i was like Oh

adam said some real knee slappers this episode i was laughing so hard. “SUCK MY HOLY LIGHT FUCKERS” “chill lute. fuck” “wow i didn’t see this giant fucking shield in front of me YOU DUMB BITCH NO SHIT” are my favorites

the whole “now i’m going to fuck you” gag had me ROLLING (angel’s little 🤨 and valentino’s “well this just got interesting” got me dude)

ALSO LUCIFER FUCKED EVE????? HUH?????

vox screaming at the tv also had me choking from laughter, especially the “NOOO FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!! PUSSY!!!” (that is absolutely me yelling at the tv ur not alone vox 🙏)

the “these fucking angels won’t stop coming” “HA!” scene was weirdly cute and i love it

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT EVERYONE’S OUTFITS???? CHARLIE’S DRESS WAS FUCKING ADORABLE AND VAGGIE’S SUIT THING WAS BADASS AND ANGEL SERVED CUNT WITH THAT LOOK AND DON’T GET ME STARTED WITH CHERRI BOMB so many halloween costumes to choose from man

also lucifer’s hot

alastor and niffty was the cutest thing i love them so much why are they wholesome ☹️☹️ “i dub thee - king roach!!” and the little crown 🥺

LMAO THE SIR PENTIOUS AND CHERRI BOMB KISS WAS EPIC AND COMEDIC AS FUCK (“that was kinda hot..” had me rolling)

the last song nearly had me crying like i SCREECHED when lucifer started singing to the tune of happy day in hell and the fucking vox and val duet???? and velvette filming them dancing??? the vees are terrible fucking people why was that scene wholesome LET ME HATE THEM STOP GIVING VILLAINS DEPTH AND EMOTIONS AND REAL BONDS PLEASEEEE (/nsrs obviously well written villains are peak but I WANNA HATE THEM SO BAD) also alastor’s part gave me fr chills like. “great alastor, altruist, died for his friends” THE WAY AMIR TALAI SANG THAT LIKE HE WAS ON THE VERGE OF SNAPPING. ROUND OF FUCKING APPLAUSE. and the new hotel looks fucking fire i can’t wait to see the interior!!!

the end of the last song nearly brought me to tears it was such a perfect ending note

SPEAAAAKING OF SONGS. HOOLY SHIT. THE MORE THAN ANYTHING REPRISE??? shit made me shed a tear like. AND THE KISS???? finally we get the goddamn lesbians god bless 🙏🙏🙏

also can i just say vox and val making out with tongue at the end for 0.5 seconds SENT ME. i was caught so off guard that i laughed until i choked dude like that shit fr got me

“how’s mercy taste ya little bitch” is officially one of my favorite hazbin quotes cuz the way jeremy jordan said it was fucking hilarious

oh and the battle scenes were fucking crazy i can see where half the budget went lmfao the fight scenes ATE

also wtf lilith was in heaven this whole time? just chilling? idk what to think or say about thing honestly

and if lucifer fucked eve is she in hell too???? is SHE the one who has alastor on a leash?? what is her relation to lilith??? are they working together or are they enemies or is eve pretending to be lilith or do they have nothing to do with each other??? why did lilith leave hell??? why did they let her leave hell??? what did lute mean by “your deal is done”???? i need answers bro

ALSO I WONDER WHERE EVERYTHING’S GONNA GO NOW THAT PENTIOUS PROVED SOULS CAN BE REDEEMED. now that they’ve proved it is the main plot going to be actually redeeming people? or is heaven gonna hide it from them??? can angel dust be redeemed when valentino owns his soul??? does angel dust truly WANT to be redeemed? once they know that you have to die to be redeemed are they gonna be able to take that risk?? now that i think of it wtf will be the main focus of season 2?? we know the vees play a big role so maybe they’ll try to prevent souls from leaving (maybe valentino will make it really hard for angel to leave and that’ll be a big part?) idk i got a lot of questions man

and it seems like they’re setting alastor up to be the main villain at the end. it seems although his mysterious deal isn’t allowing him to unleash his full power, so when he’s free of the deal i can only imagine how feral he could go. (my guess is that he uses the favor charlie promised to help release him from the deal and then charlie regrets it later when he goes crazy)

anyways all in all the finale is crazy good and i will NOT be getting over it any time soon and i am not ready to wait another few years 🥲

[madraleen]

Genshin Impact - Cyno’s Second Story Quest A Fond Commentary

(*from a Cynonari shipper)

-ASJFNJDFK, we’ve grown so close to Cyno over time, he’s so soft compared to when we first met him, he calls us friends, he invites us along, I cry. I remember thinking in his first quest, “We’ll win you over, we’ll win you over,” and now look at us :”).

-The fact that that man raised Cyno is hilarious to me. Their vibes are so different, it’s delightful.

-ASDKNDFS, “Bring Tighnari along too.” CYRUS!! Feed me, Cyrus!! The parental figure approves!!

-The fam is eating with Cyrus, I cry. Also, wdym they were both students together, you’re blurring the timeline again, argh!

-Kaveh!!

-Yes, we have some “us time” with Cyno, Tighnari and Collei, ily. Wtf is happening, they’re taking us camping?? Hoyo, you feed me so well!

-We’re all so happy, are we gonna get murdered or something

-I can’t believe we’re seeing Cyno jokes in an actual quest and not just in events, is this real?! Are we really getting soft Cyno, soft Cynonari, what is this, is this reality?! I’m so happy!

-Ahahaha, “it looks like we’ll get told off” and Tighnari’s face omg, I love this fam.

-Dude, this is so fun. And Hoyo knows exactly what they’re doing with the “three tents,” you can’t change my mind. Who shares?

-Cyno smiles at us, my heart, I cannot (*Cyno smiles a lot in this quest :’))))

-Kaveh and Alhaitham. Hoyo knows. 

-Everyone’s so domestic, thank you Hoyo, thank you. Kaveh and Alhaitham actually having calm conversations, calmly living together and putting their minds together, Kaveh sitting on the table, it’s so nice.

-Cyno: “Don’t come after me.” Literally everyone: “Yeah, so, anyway, how do we find him?” <333 Like, they don't even discuss if they should, Kaveh just goes "typical Cyno" and they move to action. What a great little extended fam, Cynonari, Collei, Kaveh and Alhaitham (and later Candace and Dehya, and Faruzan. What a great little found fam).

-Tighnari is coming to the desert himself??? For Cyno??? I cry. (Yeah yeah and for Cyrus. Would he be coming along if Cyno wasn’t involved? I don’t think so.)

-We’re meeting Naphis!!! What is this blessing of a quest!

-Like, I love intrigue and mystery and so on, but our bonds in Sumeru are just so pure and precious to me. This clear-cut “We’re transparent, we have each others’ back, and that’s that” of the Sumeru cast, I love it. And I love that it’s an ensemble cast quest, it’s so long since we’ve seen everyone together.

-Like, Tighnari could leave this to us, or to Kaveh, but no, absolutely not, he wants to PERSONALLY be with Cyno in this, like??? Tighnari ily???

-Sethos!!! Hi, bb, whoever you are <3.

-Sethos is a medium model, right? He looks so much smaller than Aether, Cyno and Tighnari. Younger even, even though he’s around the latter two’s age.

-I love that Cyno and Tighnari are equally clueless and are learning about Cyno’s past together. I always wondered - is the Temple of Silence thing something that Cyno hides? Does Tighnari know? Why do his character stories say so little on that, is it a secret? Turns out no, he’s just as clueless as everyone.

-Cyno’s parents essentially sold him…??? Huh?! I wasn’t expecting that!!!

-No, you didn’t borrow the Ba Fragment “for a decade or so,” Cyrus, don’t blur the timeline ffs! Unless we’re talking until Cyno became of age or something, or unless that "or so" is a big understatement.

-Everyone is tense and dramatic and “power this, fragment that” and Tighnari is like, “Sumanai, but u dumb.”

-Doctor Tighnari strikes again!

-Such a beautiful temple and it’ll just disappear after the quest?

-Lmfao, what is that pose before the duel, are we “the challengers” preparing to drop an album ahahaha

-Oh eff off, Cyno saying “I am more than a warrior. I am my own person,” and cutting to Tighnari saying “...Exactly”. That was SO UNNECESSARY! HOYO YOU FEED ME WELL

-Looove how Cyno won via polearm and not via Hermanubis or vision. Also lil Sethos is one of those multi-weapon users, huh

-Oh that’s such a nice conclusion, Cyno and Sethos not being enemies and now the Academiya and the Temple can be partners again. I like Sethos, I'm looking forward to us seeing him again and him making connections in Sumeru. Hopefully we'll get a hang-out next patch?

-Lol, Sethos granting us access to the Temple, catch Alhaitham moving in here smh

-Faru :”). All the familiar faces, I miss them :’)

-THEY HAVE A SIGNAL! CYNO AND COLLEI HAVE A SIGNAL! HELP!!! Pity that Collei had to be sacrificed for the sake of her guardians.

-HELP, they have their own code words as a family, they are so soft, they are so adorable, they are my favorite genshin fam, my favorite genshin ensemble cast, i love them so much. Like, Hoyo didn’t have to go that hard on the intimacy of it all AND YET! THEY DELIVERED! Also, pls, the timeline, wdym you were in school with Cyno when in Tighnari’s stories it says that student Tighnari attracted the attention of General Mahamatra Cyno, omggggg. Unless you’re saying that Cyno was simultaneously a student and the General Mahamatra at some point, OR that Cyno had the General Mahamatra mentality as a student and conducted his own investigations.

-I’ve seen too much fanart to believe that you’ll just “put the books back” in the House of Daena, Kaveh and Alhaitham. I know exactly what you’re gonna do there. We all know. -CYNO HAS A SECRET PLACE AND TIGHNARI KNOWS IT AND NOW WE KNOW IT THIS QUEST IS SO SOFT ASKJSFDNK

-BABY CYNO OMGGG SMOL. And them talking about Lisa, so sooooft :”)

-Color me elated.

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

IPKKND OS: Lonely In A Crowd

TW: None

Genre: Family, Drama, Angst

Payal Gupta rarely worked a sweat over fashion. If it was simple, felt soft and didn’t require an instruction manual to wear, it was enough. But ever since Khushi informed that Arnav hosted a party for her and Akash, Payal couldn’t think straight.

Although she never had the chance of actually mingling with the Raizadas in their social circle - she still remembered the outfits worn during Anjali’s anniversary. Payal hesitated, Shyam’s secret sat like a deadweight in her mind. She just knew that she and Akash couldn’t be happy because their foundation was based on a truth she and her family hid.

“Jiji!” A flash of gold and pink broke Payal out of her thoughts. Bless her sister for actually finding a saree good enough to wear at a Raizada party.

“You’ll look like a Raees-zada in this saree Jiji. It really looks like gold is stitched in.” Khushi fussed over Payal, checking the sequenced pallu against her shoulder. Payal smiled, the outfit was something she would never wear on any occasion but then this wasn’t any other occasion. She would have to dress up as much as she could.

“Thank you Khushi!” Payal kissed Khushi’s cheek and began dressing up. Despite all the assurances, it was evident to Khushi that Payal was bothered. Who wouldn’t be? It was Arnav Singh Raizada’s party. It’s a surprise the location wasn’t Hell.

Well it was his office. And going by her experience it offered no less than eternal damnation.

Khushi looked at her phone, the poor Nokia crushing in her grip. Then she took a deep breath. Even though she had tried ten times to convince the Laad Governor that Payal was as far from his snobby society as jalebi from achaar, she should call him again.

– – – – –

“Laad Governor!” Payal laughed, wondering what pissed Khushi off now.

“I told him a billion times-”

“-two times,” Payal checked Khushi’s exaggeration, “Jiji, have you ever tried to say anything to the Laad Governor? Something he wouldn’t want to hear!” Khushi huffed.

“Actually I did. About the working conditions in his office.” Payal pointed out, testing the gloss on her lips. Khushi blinked, how did Payal not scheme his torture plan then? Not that Khushi had anything detailed like bleaching all his black coloured shirts and making him sit in a twelve hour puja in a stiff kurta pajama with nothing cool to drink.

So how was it possible that after a conversation with Arnav Singh Raizada, Payal hadn’t planned an elaborate scheme to simply send the exasperating man to another planet? Khushi could bet he’d be far more comfortable and find more in common with aliens than his own species. Maybe he’d terrify them as well with his what the as well.

Also, how did Arnav not send a fifty page letter to Payal highlighting ‘what the’ and ‘how dare you’ about her aukaad in trying to teach him about working conditions?

“Maybe he knew you were Akash ji’s setting.” Khushi mused. Payal responded by throwing a pillow smack on Khushi’s face.

“Try talk-”

“I DID!”

“Oh really? Between using NK ji as a buffer and making fun of what a cocktail party is, when did you talk to him?” Payal pointed out. Khushi opened her mouth to argue but she had nothing else to say. Begrudgingly she had to admit that Payal was right. She never tried to honestly talk to him. Playing dumb charades and singing the praises of jalebis are not “please understand Jiji needs a comfortable environment where she - and Khushi - are not intimidated by everything”.

Agreed, it would mean baring her deepest insecurities to man who trampled her heart-

Khushi bit her tongue at the offending thought. When, where and why did that flare up! Perhaps Devi Maiyya was punishing her for not trying her best for Payal.

And despite Arnav’s eternal scowl, he had proved that with an honest conversation he’d give his best.

It’s literally how Akash and Payal’s marriage was happening!

With a big sigh, she called him.

– – – – –

65 minutes later

“I agree, my recommendations for a jalebi stall wasn’t the best but he knew! He knew I would be uncomfortable. Kyunki he himself said - uncomfortable feel karogi? I told Jiji that Laad Governor must’ve been born after a hundred rakshas died but no, she’s barely a Raizada and she forgot her sister of 20 years for a guy she knows for 20 days. I will not go, not over my dead body!” Khushi yelled at the steaming hot jalebi and stuffed it in her mouth.

At this point she didn’t even know what she was angry about. That he cut the call on her, refused to understand her or knowingly didn’t invite her.

It was her sister damn it! Angry, Khushi stuffed another jalebi. She was now speaking like him!

“Haye re Nandkisore, why are you eating these half cooked ja-”

“TOH KYA? You will also uninvite me from this house like that Laad Governor? Should I stop making jalebis here? Am I so bad? I love parties! I love dancing! I wanted to go there so bad but jaaye meri jooti! Why does everyone always yell at me? Why doesn’t anyone love me-” Khushi sniffled. Madhumati was rarely ever surprised, but Khushi’s sudden outburst caught her off guard.

“Nobody yells at you Tital-”

“HAWW EVERYONE DOES!” Khushi sobbed, blowing her nose into Madhumati’s pallu. Madhumati bit back a smile, turned off the stove and led Khushi to the sofa. At times like this it felt like Khushi didn’t grow a year over eight.

“You were just about to yell at me for leaving Jiji alone…” Khushi accused.

“Haan, but I like your tactic. You yelled at me so much that I forgot what I had to say Nandkisore!” She grinned as Khushi pouted.

“But maybe I shouldn’t have left Jiji alone, she was sounding so off on the phone!”

“But Titaliya, Payaliya needs to learn how to be a part of the society.” Madhumati advised.

“But-”

“No buts! Now let me speak Nandkisore! See, she knew Akash babua comes from a different world. And Akash babua knows ours, so she needs to know his. And knowing you, you wouldn’t have just accompanied Payaliya like a good girl because what is Titaliya without dramatics? Toh accha hua that you didn’t go with her. Akash babua is there with her na.” Madhumati patted her shoulder.

Khushi nodded and switched on the television. Perhaps Buaji was right. But the fear sat in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t want Jiji to be in a space where no one else was like her.

Hey Devi Maiyya, let this be a wonderful party for Jiji!

– – –

It was the most intimidating experience of Payal’s life. The cold drink had gone warm in her hands, and Akash’s palm had long slipped out of hers. She knew she made a mistake the minute she stepped in because no one wore a saree.

The hair piece felt too glittery and she was sure her kajal was too thick.

No one in the party spoke in Hindi. And to make it worse, she was sure everyone checked out her embellished saree at least once.

“Payal ji, are you ok?” Akash returned back to her, and like a balm soothed all her worries. But maybe it was love? For when she reassured him and he left to get another drink, the crowd left her cold.

So far any attempt at getting food was embarrassing. Her appetiser had slipped off the toothpick once and she didn’t realise entree didn’t mean starters. It meant main dish. And while she understood English perfectly well, the embarrassment of mispronouncing Givenchy was enough.

Akash had smoothed things, chuckling how every fashion brand had one motto - to give the weirdest spellings to trick consumers - but it did nothing to quell her discomfort. Half of the conversations around her were a blurred paragraph of ‘fashion, business’ where she had little to contribute.

Even friendly comments like “Oh you’ve never been to France? Well it’s good you married a Raizada! Akash, make sure to take her to Paris!”

She didn’t marry him for the money.

And the worst is she didn’t have an answer for what she did. She was just… home. Cooking, cleaning, assisting Buaji. When the main dish - entrees - arrived, she was the only one not using chopsticks on the table.

That’s when a morsel in her mouth felt unfamiliar.

It was meat.

She reached for water but spat at the fizziness.

The whole party’s attention fell straight on her. Akash immediately went up to her as Payal coughed up the sparkling water. Arnav rushed up with some extra tissues, and Payal looked around, tearing up in embarrassment. NK offered some water, sympathetic to her now drenched saree.

“It’s ok Payal ji,” Akash began but Payal ran away to the bathroom, leaving the crowd in silent hushes.

That’s when Arnav knew, he screwed up.

– – –

‘Laad Governor’

Khushi rolled her eyes at her phone. So now he had the audacity to call her? Right in between watching Govinda rock Katrina’s party. Perhaps that’s exactly what Jiji was doing! Her quiet elegant aura would captivate people.

Madhumati tapped her fingers to Soni De Nakhre, Titaliya was right. Ordering food from outside for one night did feel like a girls’ day out. She had forgotten when it was the last time eating Chinese food in front of the telly.

Khushi’s phone buzzed again.

“Ugh, I now get why you’re frustrated with that man!” Madhumati grumbled and Khushi gave her a high five. Probably Akash ji had the sense to admonish Arnav for not inviting Khushi.

Or as Buaji had just told her the way Jiji had put the Laad Governor in his place, she might’ve yelled at him for not calling her darling sister. Good!

“Tell me, finally you realised you should’ve invited me to party haina? As if Khushi ke bina-”

Madhumati watched Khushi freeze, every joy stripped out of her face.

In a flash Khushi grabbed her wallet and ran out - uncaring of her dupatta or rubber sandals.

“Aye Titaliya!” Madhumati hollered.

“Jiji needs me.” Khushi shot back, hailing an autorickshaw.

– – –

Arnav, NK and Akash waited by the bathroom door. Payal’s muffled sobs were barely audible. She hadn’t responded to Akash or NK’s requests. The sneer behind ‘huh opposites do attract’ was evident. All attention had been on the new Raizada member that couldn’t pronounce brands, wore garish colours, fumbled with chopsticks and couldn’t stomach sparkling water.

Arnav’s glare had kept them silent, but it didn’t remove the judgement from their eyes.

“Khushi ji, thank God you’re here.” NK escorted Khushi who ran in her pajamas, hair askew, “Where’s Jiji Nanhe ji?” Khushi asked, frantically looking around for her sister. A look at the party and her heart sank. Everything was so foreign.

“Khushi, Payal is in-” Arnav pointed Khushi to the bathroom.

“I don’t remember asking you,” Khushi snapped, her eyes wild in anger. The audacity of that man. Arnav glowered back - he was trying to help, damn it! He knew things didn’t turn out as he had expected but this was unanticipated.

Khushi banged on the bathroom door, “Jiji, it’s me.”

Payal cracked the bathroom door open and braved a smile, “Khushi… you didn’t have to come. Oh no… did you come here in your pajamas? What will everyone-” Khushi engulfed Payal in a hug. Payal broke down, the warmth of Khushi’s hug finally making her feel safe, at home.

NK headed to the party, doing damage control and sending the guests back home with his classic, cheerful grin. Akash shuffled on his feet, unsure how to manage the situation.

“Payal, don’t worry. It’s not a big deal-” Khushi broke the hug at Arnav’s attempt to reassure her sister. She looked dead into Arnav’s eyes and he balked at the anger simmering in her look.

“Payal ji, if you don’t mind can we speak?” Akash asked. Payal nodded.

“Yes, please talk to her, Akash ji. My family and I very happily gave Jiji to you under very different expectations. I can understand all this happening when he-” Khushi pointed to Arnav, “- is here. Because he doesn’t see beyond himself or his world.” Arnav seethed at the insult. How dare she? Would she even care to listen to him?

“But you? Are you just like your brother? But… better mannered?” Khushi asked, her voice cracking at the end. Perhaps Arnav was the best in the family. He was the only Raizada who actually showed her what the Raizadas were. For all of Nani ji’s politeness, she could barely acknowledge her own daughter in law only because she was middle class. And although Anjali ji was extremely kind, she didn’t hesitate using the contract and money against Khushi when it was necessary in her terms.

And here was Akash, the man Payal loved.

Despite him, Payal was lonely in a crowd.

Akash, unlike his brother, heard her accusations that Khushi said and didn’t say, in a quiet acceptance.

“Khushi, you’re taking this too far.” Arnav warned her. He too understood what Khushi insinuated.

“She isn’t Bhai.” Akash cut in, “You’d do much more for much less.” Khushi calmed as Akash stepped in her defence. Arnav frowned at the open defiance but had nothing to reply when all Akash said was truth. Perhaps unlike his brother, Akash was more perceptive.

“Payal ji, may I?” Akash held out his hand, escorting Payal to a private area, away from the argument that was bound to happen. Khushi ushered Payal and turned to look at Arnav.

“Not a big deal Mr. Raizada?” Khushi snapped, not giving Arnav a chance to speak. Arnav closed his eyes and willed himself to calm down. Akash was right. Arnav had been much worse for much less.

“Khushi, I understand why you’re angry but trust me this isn’t a big deal.” Arnav said slowly, taking a step towards Khushi, offering peace.

“Nothing ever is, is it Arnav ji?” Khushi laughed, shaking her head at his incredulity.

“Khushi,” Arnav began but Khushi raised her hand, her laughter dead into a silent tight lipped smile.

“Jiji’s embarrassment is not a big deal. Me regularly being overworked at your home for the same amount of salary is not a big deal. Your office making fun of me is not a big deal. Dropping me off a floor is not a big deal. Releasing my photos in the news is not a big deal then what in the world is a big deal for you Arnav Singh Raizada?!” Khushi yelled.

“Khushi, I didn’t mean that.” Arnav said.

“Mean what Mr. Raizada? And I don’t care about what you meant or not or what is a big deal for you or not. I begged you, pleaded you that please make this party comfortable for her. You have no idea what it is to be in a place where no one dresses like you. Where everyone speaks a foreign language that’s hard to pick up. Where you can hear people snickering but nobody says anything to your face. Where there’s no food nearby that you can eat and feel comfortable.” Khushi stopped, her eyes welling up at the memory of her being bullied at AR. Arnav’s face fell. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Khushi no longer was speaking about Payal.

“Khushi, I’m…” Arnav broke off, the apology stuck at his throat for it didn’t feel enough. Khushi rolled her eyes at his inability to verablise the words. Arnav cursed himself, for not even doing the bare minimum.

“Anyway, why isn’t Anjali Ji here?” Khushi asked.

“Di wouldn’t be comfortable here so-” Arnav broke off, understanding dawning on him. He could understand his sister’s comfort, but not his sister-in-law’s? In his spite to override Khushi and show off what he could provide at the snap of his fingers, he removed the one thing her family truly depended on and trusted him for.

Reassurance.

He was the only thread of reassurance for this marriage and today he alienated the new member of his household out of spite. Even if it was unintentional. Khushi chuckled mirthlessly, for Arnav wasn’t as daft to the situation as she thought.

He knows what comfort is, but was too spiteful to act on it.

But perhaps she had flamed it as well. If she had truly told him about his sister perhaps things would have been better. Yet she was busy fanning her pride over the matter, making it all about herself when it was about her sister.

“Arnav ji, I know you don’t respect me and never will. I also know you’re capable of making apologies when necessary and affording my family the respect they deserve. So that means I’m the problem. And I promise I won’t get in your way, visit your house or even get involved in your family’s end of the rituals if it ensures the happiness for my sister. My childishness, our anger, nothing matters. Just keep her happy, that’s it. It’s the only thing I’m trusting you with. It’s the only thing I’m begging you for.” Khushi promised, tears rolling down her cheeks.

From now on Khushi would hold herself back if it meant Payal could live happily in the new household. It was a clear reminder that her actions would have repercussions in Payal’s marriage. This disastrous party was just a petty example.

Arnav tried to hold Khushi, his own pettiness shaming him. He didn’t mean this. He didn’t need her to beg for her sister’s happiness. Goddamnit he didn’t want their anger to affect Payal and Akash’s nascent relationship.

Khushi turned away and left, leaving Arnav’s hand to stop her in the air, regret painted all across his face. When NK jogged up to Khushi it became clear as day to Arnav that it was jealousy.

And fear.

With his jealousy satiated by throwing a party that NK couldn’t even imagine, his fear came true. Khushi didn’t need another man for him to lose her. He simply never had her in the first place.

– – –

Khushi’s heart filled with joy as she watched a happier Payal return with Akash coat around her shoulders. The air was indeed chilly. Payal gave her a reassuring smile and Akash gave her a soft, apologetic one.

“I am sorry saali saheba. But the next time I disappoint you please throw one of your jalebis or the one liners you give to Bhai. Your anger truly frightens me.” Akash gently held his ears, leading the sisters to laugh.

“So you mean there will be a next time?” Khushi faked anger and Akash flustered, “Nahi! I mean if in case but that doesn’t mean it will happen again!”

Payal twisted Khushi’s ear, warning her against teasing Akash too much.

“Oho Khushi ji, leave Akash alone. He already deals with Daanav” Khushi’s eyes went wide as NK corrected himself, “I mean Naanav.” Akash rolled his eyes.

“Payal,” Everyone stopped smiling as Arnav came into view. Perhaps NK wasn’t mistaken to call Arnav a ‘daanav’, Khushi thought. Arnav strode towards Payal with purpose and instinctively Khushi came in his way.

Arnav looked at Khushi for a moment, the lack of trust evident in her eyes. He released a sigh and side stepped her. Khushi guffawed at the audacity.

“Can I speak to you in private?”

– – –

“It’s ok, you don’t have to apologise.” Payal dismissed Arnav as they reached the hall.

“As the host of the party it was my responsibility to ensure your comfort. I didn’t.” Arnav said, unable to look at her in the eyes, “Also as your brother in law I should’ve looked after you. I didn’t.”

“It was just not my day, I’ll adjust better in the future.” Payal assured him.

“You shouldn’t have to. If you don’t enjoy this environment then that’s it. None of us question why Di won’t be comfortable here, there’s no reason why anyone should raise eyebrows at why you don’t like these parties either.” Arnav told her.

“Arnav ji-”

“Bhai,”

“What?” Payal asked, surprised.

“That’s what I am, right?” Arnav shrugged. Wasn’t it customary that the relationship Akash have in this family be transferred to Payal as well? Payal’s hesitation meant only one thing - nobody in the family gave her the feeling that she is a part of the family.

“Bhai…” Payal tested the word, feeling strange to call this man as her brother. Arnav nodded, the word giving him the knock of responsibility he should’ve adopted long ago.

“From today you’re no different to me than Akash or Di. There should never be a reason why you’re crying. And if you are crying, there shouldn’t be a reason why you won’t tell me why, ok?” Payal laughed as Arnav attempted to comfort her.

“Try adding a smile to everything you just said.” Payal requested, desperately trying to keep her laughter in check.

“What?”

“Ar-Bhai, you look like you’re giving orders instead of being kind.” Payal grinned. Arnav looked away, flustered. Was his generic mode to always give orders?

“In all the tales she’s told of you, I see why she calls you a Lord Governor.” Arnav frowned, Khushi told stories of him? And is that why she ended up with the moniker Laad Governor? A small smile lit his face. He caught himself and extended a hand to Payal who cautiously shook.

“I’m serious Bhabhi,” Payal looked up, surprised at him calling her that, “you genuinely don’t have to worry. From now on, your family is mine.” Arnav promised.

“You don’t have to take so many responsibilities. My sister is more than capable of handling my family.” Payal beamed in pride. Khushi had taken everything on her shoulders with strengths even the elders didn’t have. Her smile fell as the worry of Shyam bugged her. Arnav, Akash and the whole family deserved the truth.

“What happened?” Arnav asked.

“Nothing, and anyway, thank you.” Payal smiled on her way out. Arnav shrugged.

NK joked that Payal was alive after Arnav interrogated her and Akash smacked him on the head. Arnav shook his head at the interaction and frowned. Khushi was nowhere to be found. His shoulders felt heavy with the new set of responsibilities. Guilt and fear sat in the pit of stomach. He knew that he and Akash were more than capable of looking after the Guptas, but it was true that he was the root source of most of their problems.

How would he solve everything? Khushi wouldn’t hesitate to actually beating him up if he so much so offered a cent to her.

He ran his hand through his hair, the Gupta family’s issues forming a new checklist in his head next to Mami’s wish for new jewelries and Nani’s desire to bring in a family priest from Lucknow. That’s when the air changed and Arnav looked up, searching for Khushi.

He found her by the hall door, stunned.

She had overheard everything.

– – –

Arnav and Khushi returned to their old bickering without a hint of the kindness of his promise to Payal or bitterness of the argument lingering.

Except one thing changed, neither Arnav nor Akash left either of the sisters to be lonely ever again.

Be it in front of their own family when Mami questioned the value of a steel plate.

Or on stage when Khushi stood without a dance partner.

– – –

The end! I hope you liked this one shot 😊

[o-kaythislooksbad]

@ailesswhumptober day 4: hiding an injury / betrayal / lying [does lying by omission count as lying? maybe. does clark hate that bruce knows about his past with lex? of course. does bruce think their relationship is a betrayal? absolutely. aka bruce finds out about kon's origins, and is not having a good time right now. adjacent to the titans fic, mostly just an exercise in writing m and dick as bros, and angsty superbat sharing a braincell]

"does supes know?" m asks, watching his husband throw kon into the air and catching him like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"yeah. he's visiting the cave, though the bat's barely talking with him. guy can really hold a grudge." dick yawns, then takes a sip of his coffee. it really is too damn early for this conversation, especially with the amount of people in the tower who can overhear them, either by sound or by thought.

"what's the bat got to do with anything?"

"superman's dna was used to make kon," dick starts, looking into m's eyes to try catching a glimpse of his brain at work. "the man of steel. the guy whose skin cannot be pierced with anything short of kryptonite, which neither luthor nor his associates possessed at the time of the kid's conception."

m's eyes light up. "and batman keep records and contingencies of all potential 'threats' in the cave," m nods. "so he must've sold out our boy in blue. that's cold."

"sure, we'll go with that answer," dick says, pointing at apollo with his mug, then raising it to the man's husband.

"no fucking way," m replies gleefully, "no. fucking. way. people call us the world's queerest as an insult to us and the world's finest, not as a comparison."

"to be fair, a lot of bigoted assholes do refer to you two that way."

- - - -

"a toothbrush? brucie, batsie, baby. love of my life. a toothbrush. one of the most disposable items in existence, as a gesture to your commitment. 'here, take this cheap plastic -"

"- it was three hundred dollars, clark - "

" - as a reflection of my devotion to you. and, as a bonus, i'll sell it to your worst enemy.' thanks a lot, b, i really appreciate it." clark hasn't raised his voice, not once, since his unexpected appearance at the cave, but his disappointment and rage is palpable. he's hovering a few feet above the ground, staring down at bruce, with the red in his eyes a fraction away from turning into laser beams and disintegrating him on the spot.

"it's in your favorite color, and your teeth are much stronger than any human's, clark; i designed it specifically for you." bruce's voice isn't breaking, it's not, because he's the batman and he doesn't get emotional over trivial things like this.

"bullshit!" clark swears, and really, it's almost a shame no one else is hear to catch the big blue boy scout uttering a no-no word. "it was one of your ploys to get my dna, for one of your end-of-the-world plans, and i was a fool to trust you."

"omaha." bruce barely exhales to form the word. clark can hear him, of course, he always can. but clark, bless his heart, is so caught up about the goddamn toothbrush that it takes him a beat to recognize that bruce said the code word.

"- could justify a high price point on a dental - wait. omaha?"

"omaha, smallville. ring a bell?"

"what?" clark asks softly as his feet connect with the stone floor. heat pools in his belly and burns his irises and he can taste the sweat on lex's upper lip.

"come on, clark. you can play the big dumb oaf all you want, but you can't look me in the eyes and tell me you really thought that your dental records would be enough to make him. there's still so much i don't know about your biology, but we both know that it takes more than saliva off a toothbrush to create a child."

[bigsnzstanacct]

Ahhh okay this is very niche BUT, I have a Ch/eck Plea/se scenario on the brain with these two characters Nur/sey and D/ex and maybe I will edit to explain who the characters are but my vision is basically like… they both have the fetish, their mutual friend Chow/der knows about Nur/sey’s but not De/x’s, they’re on a kind of enemies to lovers track in my brain, ANYWAY (putting more under the cut bc then I don’t have to put the dumb slashes in the names, right?

Okay so Dex has like The Biggest Sneezes, so loud, so wet, so desperate and intense, and Nursey is Into Big Sneezes BUT Dex is SUPER shy about the fetish (like one of those can’t say the word sneeze, can barely bless people types) and HATES sneezing because it draws so much attention to himself specifically about the thing he is awkward about. Anyway so like Chowder and Nursey are high and talking about the fetish and Dex overhears and he has All The Feelings like OMG this guy I have the hots for has my same fetish OMG how dare he TALK about it he’s going to EXPOSE US and also wow I wish I was that Free and Open but also WHAT KIND OF SNEEZES DOES HE LIKE DOES HE LIKE MINE I LIKE HIS SO MUCH. And Chowder and Nursey are like “okay okay what about me do I have Hot Sneezes?” “I mean yours are good, but like I can’t see you that way you’re like a) straight and b) basically my brother.” “Okay okay what about… Holster” “omg so hot so loud, excellent” (and Dex is over there like “omg me me I have loud sneezes but wait no I hate having loud sneezes ahh feelings are confusing!”)

Chowder: “okay uhhhh… how about Jack? Did you ever hear Jack sneeze?”

Nursey: “ughhhhh noooo but I want to so BAD that guy is gorgeous I mean no offense to Bitty not tryna steal his man but that ASS goddamn!”

Dex: *feeling identical feelings very intensely and also why is this man strumming my pain with his fingers and singing my life with his words* (he only knows that song bc Nursey yes it’s the Fugees version).

Chowder: “how about… Lardo?”

Nursey: “oh. 100% yes, ten out of ten, her and Shitty both—I have heard Shitty by the way and like… okay hers are lowkey so LOUD especially for how tiny she is and then his aren’t as loud but they’re like… so desperate and he’ll go like five times in a row… lmao I can’t believe I’m telling you this shit you must think I’m SO weird.”

Chowder: “nah dude, like you always say we’re all weirdos. I mean you know about my thing.”

Nursey: “it’s like adorable how pink your ears get when you even mention it hahaha”

Dex: *wondering if Nursey would find his pink ears cute*

Chowder: oh! Oh! What about Dex?

Dex: *stomach drops, rises, roller coasters, heart does a whiz bang flip flop*

Nursey: “ugh… that guy.”

Dex: *heart craters*

Chowder: “Nursey, don’t be that way. I mean doesn’t he do that like… he doesn’t let it out, but isn’t that like a… sexy mystery or something?”

Nursey: “I mean… it would be but he’s such a prude I mean. I could never talk about this with him he’d look at me like I was so disgusting. And besides, I know the mystery… he like… never let’s it out. He ALWAYS stifles. I’ve been his roommate for like months now” (did I mention they were roommates??) “and not. even. once. And like, not even on my kinky shit but like it looks like it hurts him. And I told him it’s his room too he can sneeze but nope. Repressed, like everything else about him. Kinda sad.”

Dex: *emotionally flailing, on life support, smushed, a Kafka-esque insect (and actually he had read Metaphorphosis before he met Nursey ThankYouSoMuch) beneath the boot of Bad Feelings*

Chowder: “maybe he just doesn’t feel comfortable. Still… you are curious aren’t you.”

Nursey: “well I mean… I don’t want to take advantage of him but like… maybe it wasn’t tooooooootally true that there’s noooooo kinky curiosity there…”

Chowder: “I knew it! Called it! You totally wanna know.”

Dex: *emotionally revived, risen from the ashes, also so confused, nearing emotional shutdown, everything is happening at once how do I get out of here without making noise they cannot know I was spying on them like this omg omg omg he’s gonna hate me internal roller coaster noises*

[lala1267]

Just a background singer, right?

You were a shy, mixed-race girl who was just a background singer, but you met a man.

I was just a shy background singer, but I was blessed with beauty. I had long curly hair, dark-tanned skin, bright green eyes ,a tall slim figure, and big plump lips. I was gorgeous. My name was Paris. I was stunning but I was so quiet. I hated interacting with others, I had social anxiety. When I was singing for Elvis, my hand would tremble, and my heart would pound against my ribcage. I hated walking onto that stage. I would feel the crowds' eyes on me and the other singers. I only did it for the money. Singing was the only thing that I was good at, so why not make money from it. I never talked to the other singers. They didn't like me, I had no idea why. I was different from them, I was quiet. They were loud. I was tall. They were short. I was half black. They were black. I was nothing like them mentally or physically. I would be the odd one out. When we walked on stage, I was always walking behind. When we sang, I was always at the back. We were all people of colour, so we all went through racism. That was the only thing that was the same between me and them.

It was the night of Elvis's show. I was in my dressing room, putting on my outfit. It was white flare jeans and a yellow flowy crop top. I also received my accessories. I had left my long curly hair down for once and placed the yellow headband on my head along with some white-diamond bracelets. All of the background quior singers had assigned outfits. We all wore the same colour but our clothing would be different. I walked out of the dressing room and into the backstage waiting area. I sat a few seats away from the rest of the singers as I patiently waited for our call on stage. My leg was shaking, and my hands were trembling.

"Why is she always so nervous, she acts like a damn child." I heard one of the singers whisper. I had always received sly comments from them, I just ignored it but deep down I felt like crying. I heard the tanoy call us on stage. I walked over to the side of the stage as I let the others walk in front of me. I walked behind. I tried not to let my nerves get the best of me as I saw the crowd stare at us. I looked over to Elvis as I walked. His eyes were on me. He was deeply examining my body. This was unusual since no one ever looked at me. They always looked at the other singers.

I tried to ignore his cold gaze as I got to my microphone, which was behind everyone else's, how I liked it. I knew what was going to happen next. Elvis made his way over to us, and he began to introduce all of the girls to the crowd. It was me next. He walked up to me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the middle of the stage. This wasn't normal. Why is he doing this. He looked me up and down with a smile on his face.

"Now introducing my favourite, Paris!" He said as he spun me around.

"Isn't she beautiful!" He said into the microphone as he smiled. I felt my face turn a shade of pink. I smiled awkwardly as he let go of my hand to walk me back to my microphone. I looked at the other singers who were so obviously jealous. They scoffed as I walked past them. The girl slightly in front of me turned around and whispered in my ear,

"Just cause ya half white doesn't mean Elvis is gonna marry your dumb ass." Her words echoed through my ears and into my head. I was always targeted by the girls, but it was getting out of hand. I was always trying to be pretty and presentable. I would cake my face in makeup just to go to the shops. She leaned forward again to speak into my ear,

"All the makeup in the world won't make ya any less ugly." She said before she smiled and returned to her microphone. I stood there as I held back my tears. My hands were trembling, my eyes were watery, and my breath was shaky. How could someone be so mean? I didn't know that Elvis was watching this whole scene play out. He was staring at the girl with fury in his eyes. When he moved his eyes toward me, his gaze softened. He just smiled before he carried on dancing and singing. Soon, the show was over, I was packing up while the rest of my group talked and gossiped. Elvis saw that I was singled out yet again. He walked over to my figure, which was bent over, picking equipment up. I felt his large hand tap my back. I stood up and turned to see who it was. I smiled when I realised that it was just Elvis. He grabbed my hand as he towered over me.

"Why are ya cleaning on your own?" He asked in a sweet voice. I hesitated to answer.

"Oh, uh, I just am." I quietly said. He turned to look over at the other girls who were talking between eachover. He looked back at me.

"I know what happens between you and them. You don't deserve that." He said as he tucked a stray curl behind my ear. I felt my cheeks heat up as I felt his touch.

"I wanna take ya out to dinner. I will treat ya way better than those bitches do." Elvis said as he pointed towards the girls. I just giggled before replying.

"I would love to Elvis." I said as my face lit up with a large grin.

"I will pick ya up at six. Is that good with you?"

"Definitely." I said with pure excitement in my voice. He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand.

"I'll see ya then, honey." He said in a flirtatious tone. I just batted my eyelashes and waved goodbye. I felt like a princess as I strutted past the other girls who were gobsmacked that Elvis had just asked me out on a date.

I was at my home getting ready to meet Elvis. I wore a white, flowy dress that barely covered my thighs and hugged my waist perfectly. I put on some white flats so that I wasn't so tall (I was a tall girl, so I didn't dare to wear heels). I let my hair down so that it was free and curly. I grabbed twenty dollars and put it in my bra. I drowned myself in my best perfume. Once I felt that I was ready, I heard a car beep outside of my home. I knew exactly who it was, I ran to the door to open it. I stepped outside onto the floor, and I was met with Elvis waiting for me. He leaned against his luxurious pink Cadillac with a huge smile plastered on his face. He wore a coulerfull buttoned, 70s style t-shirt and black flare jeans. His outfit was completed with a large gold belt that sat on his hips. I walked over to him, and we met with a large hug. As I was buried in his arms, I could smell his expensive cologne. It smelt heavenly. I pulled away to look up into his blue eyes. I was a tall girl, but this godly man still towered over me.

"Ya look amazing, honey." He said as he smiled.

"You don't look too bad yourself, mister." I said sarcastically before we both started laughing.

Once we were both in the car, he turned the engine on and pushed the pedals. The car accelerated as the windows rolled down. Elvis reached for the radio and put on,

'horse with no name.' It was a popular song for the time. I leaned my head against the inside of the car door. I let the wind rush through my long curly hair. I sang the song sweetly as I closed my eyes. Elvis was watching me, admiring me.

We now had arrived at the diner. He opened the door for me and held my hand as he helped me out. I was getting treated like a queen by the king.

"Thankyou." I said politely as I smiled at Elvis.

"Anything for you, sweetie." He said as he deeply looked into my green eyes. We walked inside and sat at our table. He sat directly in front of me so that we were facing eachover. I took the menu and pointed to a vanilla milkshake. Elvis just giggled.

"You're meant to eat dinner first, but who would I be to say no to a girl like you." He stated as he smiled. He purposely ordered one large milkshake so that we could share it. When the milkshake came, we stuck our straws into it and drank. I looked up into Elvis's eyes as we drank. We spoke and chatted for what seemed like forever. Even after we finished our milkshake, Elvis had ordered another one so that we could stay in the diner for longer. When I spoke to the man, it felt like I had known him for years. We just had a spark.

"I really like you, Paris."

"I really like you too, Elvis." I said as I let our a cheeky giggle.

"No, like I really do." He said as he leaned across the table to get closer to me. I didn't even have time to reply since his lips were planted on mine. I was shocked at first, but I didn't stop. Our tongues danced toughether. His breath was fresh and minty. Once we were done with our kiss, I just giggled. And so did Elvis.

"Your lipstick is messed up. Let me fix it, honey." He said as he used his thumb to wipe off the messy lipstick. He placed a sweet kiss on my forehead when he was done. I was in love, and so was he. From that day, I knew that we were meant to be toughether forever.