#ooo pretty boy…and he’s super sweet??

[beautiful-songbird]

Ok so I became an adult and suddenly men are attractive. I thought it was just that one guy but now it’s like three. Like yeah you’re pretty and muscley and nice I’d go in a date if you asked.

I mean what.

[x-i-l-verify]

A couple more playlist suggestions that I thought of only after I sent the ask. orz I hope you like at least some of them!!

Yonji @ Sanji

"The Lament of Eustace Scrubb" by The Oh Hellos

"Be My Escape" by Relient K

"Start Again" by RED

Yonji @ Judge

"Monster" by Starset

Yonji @ his family right before he left

"Goodbye" by Ramsey

Yonji @ his family after he left

"Echoes of You" by Marianas Trench

So I discovered this AU about 5 hours ago and it has me in a chokehold. Your Yonji is a precious bean and he must be protected at all times, and Sanji being a big brother is everything I didn't even know I wanted. <3 I hope you don't mind the influx of questions I have after going through the whole tag.

So speaking of Sanji being a big brother, have he and Yonji ever hugged? If so, what prompted it? Is Yonji more touchy-feely than Sanji in general, or are they both pretty touch-averse?

How does Yonji fight? Did he develop his own style of fighting after leaving Germa 66, much like Sanji did, or does he still fight the way he did when working under Judge? Is he still really good at fighting, or does he easily become a nonfunctional, overwhelmed mess, bombarded on all sides with everyone's heightened and fraught emotions?

Does Yonji's prosthetic arm have attachments and hidden weapons? How does he upkeep it? Does he know how it works decently enough do to it himself, or does he have a mechanic that he goes to for tuneups?

Who taught Yonji tailoring and fashion? Sanji had Zeff to help him become a master chef, so did someone take Yonji under their wing in a similar fashion? Or is he entirely self-taught?

Does Yonji ever feel bad for leaving his brothers and sister behind? Unlike Sanji, who had normal human emotions from the get-go, Yonji's been on both sides of the fence, and he knows what it's like to be the sociopathic killing machine their father turned them into. Does he wish there was some way to trigger what happened to him in them as well? Do he and Sanji ever talk about their family? We know Sanji was the only one to regularly go and visit their mother, but do you think Yonji has any memories of her as well? Does he beg Sanji for stories about her?

Where does Yonji live? Does Sanji swing by to visit him every so often, or do they keep in touch by air mail, does Yonji join the Strawhats or just travel with them?

Does Sanji ever have a "O shit, I think I might actually love him" moment when it comes to Yonji? It could be something domestic like laughing together in Sanji's kitchen they work together to prepare a meal, or something like seeing Yonji about to be injured or even killed in the middle of a fight and going "This is the only little brother I've got, not on my watch, dammit!"

Lastly, do you have any songs in mind for you AU, aside from the ones you've used for your animatics? Some that came to mind for Yonji are:

"Stray Italian Greyhound" by Vienna Teng

"To Be Human" by Sia

"Zephyrus" by The Oh Hellos

"Stigma" by V

And I think "Soap" by The Oh Hellos maybe fits Sanji's feelings toward having his brother back in his life and being willing to extend a second chance to him after seeing how he's changed.

Holy shit that's a long ask! Lemme see...

So speaking of Sanji being a big brother, have he and Yonji ever hugged? If so, what prompted it? Is Yonji more touchy-feely than Sanji in general, or are they both pretty touch-averse?

They've hugged, mostly at WCI arc. But for the most part they're touch adverse (despite being touch starved). Yonji enjoys instigating physical affection to anyone but he's not great at taking it.

How does Yonji fight? Did he develop his own style of fighting after leaving Germa 66, much like Sanji did, or does he still fight the way he did when working under Judge? Is he still really good at fighting, or does he easily become a nonfunctional, overwhelmed mess, bombarded on all sides with everyone's heightened and fraught emotions?

Yonji very rarely fights anymore. He usually quickly gets overwhelmed and becomes a mess, yes, due to all of the emotions. Whenever he gets into a fight he loses control of his Haki and it's a bad time. However, if he has a goal, (protecting someone, getting something etc.) he can power through it. His fighting style is still mostly brute force punching because he hasn't learned any other way. However, when he joins the Revs, he gets taught to be more smart about it.

Does Yonji's prosthetic arm have attachments and hidden weapons? How does he upkeep it? Does he know how it works decently enough do to it himself, or does he have a mechanic that he goes to for tuneups?

It used to! He broke a lot of them/refuses to use them. He knew how it worked enough to keep it functional up until he meets the Strawhats and upon finding the frankly horrendous state of the prosthetic, Franky helps make Yonji a new one, specialized for tailoring! He rarely gets issues with the new are but if he does he can usually troubleshoot himself or attempt to contact Franky.

Who taught Yonji tailoring and fashion? Sanji had Zeff to help him become a master chef, so did someone take Yonji under their wing in a similar fashion? Or is he entirely self-taught?

For the most part, he's self-taught! Maybe I'll give him a mentor but I'm usually pretty adverse to making OCs for my AUs. Hmmmmm. He definitely had a training arc under some big name shops at one point though.

Does Yonji ever feel bad for leaving his brothers and sister behind? Unlike Sanji, who had normal human emotions from the get-go, Yonji's been on both sides of the fence, and he knows what it's like to be the sociopathic killing machine their father turned them into. Does he wish there was some way to trigger what happened to him in them as well? Do he and Sanji ever talk about their family? We know Sanji was the only one to regularly go and visit their mother, but do you think Yonji has any memories of her as well? Does he beg Sanji for stories about her?

*smacks yonji on the head* This good boy can fit so much guilt complex in him! He's guilty about everything all the time! Yes, he does want to help Ichiji and Niji, which comes into play post WCI. While Sanji and Yonji tend to avoid talking about Judge or their siblings, Sora has been brought up before. I know I haven't mentioned it on tumblr yet, but I sometimes draw Yonji with a necklace, which is supposed to be a trinket of Sora's that Reiju gave to him when Yonji ran away. Yonji's memories of Sora is hazy and he pretty torn up about it. Yeah, he asks Sanji for stories about her. <3

Where does Yonji live? Does Sanji swing by to visit him every so often, or do they keep in touch by air mail, does Yonji join the Strawhats or just travel with them?

He lives on this random island along the Grandline! Something kinda like Saboady or Hand Island. The Straw Hats (specifically) Sanji has visited few times post the initial meeting but Yonji does not actively travle with them. He might had, like, one adventure with them but otherwise he's not part of the crew or anything. He does get the SH's den den mushi number and keeps in touch that way. Occasionally he'll send packages- usually at the behest of Sanji at the behest of Nami, lol. Later, Yonji ends up getting roped into joining the Revs and he splits his time between being at his shop and at Baltigo.

Does Sanji ever have a "O shit, I think I might actually love him" moment when it comes to Yonji? It could be something domestic like laughing together in Sanji's kitchen they work together to prepare a meal, or something like seeing Yonji about to be injured or even killed in the middle of a fight and going "This is the only little brother I've got, not on my watch, dammit!"

YES! Specifically Yonji crying and gushing about how good Sanji's cooking is. Yonji is a little foodie and while he can't cook to save his life, he does happen to know a good bit about how food gets made and really learned to appreciate the effort that goes into cooking. Sanji is not normal over this fact. He has the "Don't touch my brother!" moment at WCI screaming at Judge. Which sends Yonji into a blubbering mess. (A lot of things happen WCI lmfao.)

Lastly, do you have any songs in mind for you AU, aside from the ones you've used for your animatics?

My ass doesn't actively listen to a whole bunch of music but I have made a playlist for this AU! The vibe mostly is like upbeat songs with sad lyrics lol.

Forgive my terrible terrible taste in music:

Thank you for the songs! Gonna snag 'em and add 'em to the playlist hehe.

Also, thank you for the ask!!!! <3 <3

[doitforbangchan]

Ooo, how do all the boys react to baby’s nest the first time? Are there some who have a complete pass to go in and out of it as they please? Are there some members who have to or choose to still ask if they can?

I figure Chan probably tends to ask every time just to be sure, he kinda makes all of the alphas ask esp since a nest is so important to omegas. I feel like maybe some of the betas have a full pass for it since baby knows they won’t mess it up or add/remove anything (even accidentally)

I had this somewhat angsty thought that when baby gets truly upset she goes to her nest bc she knows none of the boys would violate that space. Like maybe one day Chan says something that kinda sets her off, he didn’t mean it tho, and she storms off to her nest to be away from everyone and to calm down as best she can bc everyone else is out of the house so there’s no one for her to go and hide behind or with. Chan follows her to her nest and he’s so used to being let in he almost goes in after her but he hears her growl at him for the first time and he almost looks like he’s about to fall off a cliff the way he stops in his tracks, knowing it’s super invasive especially since he’s the pack alpha, still breaks his heart tho not being let in, but decides to sit outside the nest, pumping out calming pheromones as she sniffles and tries to calm down. He keeps asking if he can be let in when they make eye contact by just looking at the little divot where they all normally crawl in and she just doesn’t answer. Eventually she nods a little bit and he hops in so quickly he almost knocks some stuff over in it and oh boy would that be a lot to deal with right now. But then he gets to comfort her fully and stuff.

But I imagine how h e a r t b r e a k i n g it must be for some of them the first time baby doesn’t allow them in the nest or how nerve wrecking it is the first time they try to enter it, cause while she wants their approval of the nest they need hers just as much.

Ugh imagine if one of them says something that comes off a bit wrong or if they say it too slowly and baby just gets upset bc she doesn’t think her nest is good enough.

I need your pretty head to elaborate on some of this p l e a s e. Thank you babes.

- 🌙

Baby's nest is so important! I feel like she's been secretly taking little things from around the house that smell like the boys and stashes them in her room. It starts with things from common areas - like a throw pillow that changbin loves to nap with, or the blanket hyunjin uses during movie nights.

Then it would turn into baby taking things from their laundry baskets. She'd steal shirts and cotton shorts and anything soft really. Oh but then she needs more and starts going into their rooms and taking their pillows and sheets and stuffies. It would all go straight to her nest where whenever she's alone she goes and readjusts and snuggles within the huge scent pile.

I think she would be pretty lenient with all the boys- especially the softer of the betas *cough cough* felix han and hyunjin*cough* and they are all generally allowed in whenever they want and omega is present. She would not stand for a member being in her nest without her also there to make sure they don't fuck with it! Her nest is one of the only things she gets truly upset or territorial over so they better take it seriously

On the days leading up to her heat (or on days she's just feeling emotional and mean) she would deny everyone access unless they could provide a fully scented item that meets her standards to add to the nest 😤only then would they be allowed entry. and absolutely NO EATING IN THE NEST! baby almost bit innies head off for sneaking in some chips and he wasn't allowed back in for days 😢

honestly i think you kinda nailed that situation with channie. He would literally be so devastated if his normally sweet and gently omega denied him entry and growled at him?! nothing in his entire life would ever make him feel so terribly. he'd pace around in front of the open door, stopping every few seconds to see if she had changed her mind but every time he just sees the blazing glare staring back at him, inferno crossing over her eyes. eventually he grows desperate and starts trying to appeal to baby in other ways. he'll sit out there for hours, singing her favorite songs and reminiscing on how much fun that thing they did the other day was. really he's trying to remind her of happier times and pray she take mercy on him.

eventually baby can't take seeing her mate so distressed and she gives in, mumbling in the quietest voice ever that he can come in,,, if he promises to behave 🥴and brings her another stuffy to add to the nest

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Which of the Lost Boys do you think is the most likely to…?

Paint your nails?

Know how to cook or at least make something edible?

Have a tattoo(s) or to get one?

Borrow something and not return it?

Shoplift?

Take home a zoo animal?

Take the longest in getting ready or do their hair?

Talk or snore in their sleep?

Want to do karaoke?

Eat a spoonful of wasabi?

Get hangry before a meal?

Pie someone in the face as a prank?

1: Ooo I love these! I'm glad to get another! think any of the boys -David would totally be down to paint nails! Maybe Dwayne would be a little unsure or reluctant but he'd do it. I feel Paul would be the first to take up the offer, even if he's super messy at it, and Marko would do it just as easy without much convincing, and his painting is much cleaner. 👌

2: None of them. *cricket noises* 😶

3: They honestly all give me vibes that'd they'd have or plan to get a tattoo. Mostly Marko and Dwayne, but Paul and David feel like they would turn down a cool tattoo on their arm or back!

4: David. And he does it on purpose too.

5: Marko and David. In the prequel script, Marko and David are a pretty good pickpocket duo, and they'd do anything to stick it to the man.

6: *Deep sigh*... Paul AND Dwayne. Paul doing it for fun and to piss people off (probably David) and Dwayne because it's a sweet little animal trapped behind glass :(

7: David. I think it's obvious this man probably takes the most care of his hair, and probably bleaches it, gets it cut, gels it, ect. (Even if I believe his hair is just that canonical light)

8: Paul. He gives off vibes that he's a loud ass snorer, and has gotten kicked in the head for it-

9: Marko gives me the vibes he likes showing off- so I feel a night of karaoke would definelty be his idea.

10: Any of them if you pay them enough. 🙃

11: They're all bloodsucking, savage, hungry vampires. I think if they get pushed far enough they all can be pretty scary and hangry... But the first to do so? Paul. I think even his actor said that Paul is a spastic time bomb waiting to set off... Which can go both ways I believe! Both in excitement... But also a temper.

12: all of them do it, and they do it to Max. You can't tell me otherwise. 💀

[here4theheartbreak]

I'd love to hear more about your experience at the ooo fansign, if you'd like to share. I can't imagine what it would be like to be up close to the boys. I feel I might die from awkwardness, but they look warm and relaxed and your photos are so cute!

Hiiii - I saw this and meant to respond but I've been out all day so I'm just getting a chance to sit down and compile my thoughts about it now. It's a really long post - I have talked to friends about bits of it, but never really sat down and wrote it all out - so I'm putting it under a cut.

Fansign

The fansign - and all the engagements really - were so overwhelming and fun. I've done hi touches before, but this was a whole new level. I was a few rows back hanging out with another Rie stan; she was teasing me bc Junji was at the start of the line and Rie wasn't until the end - I wasn't sure how I was going to face Junji first. I also had gifts to give them, so I had to somehow make my fingers and mouth work. Junji was super sweet, he's got such a nice smile. He's so loud though - I was anticipating him being the quiet, easy one, but no, you could hear him across the venue - he was so happy with everyone. Just shouting "HELLO" - bless him. Nine too - he's so handsome in person, but not like... Intimidatingly so? I was worried about it with him but he was one of the easier members to interact with throughout the night. Kyubin was super easy and nice as well, and then Rie.

I interacted with Rie 4 times that night and every one was embarrassing or overwhelming 🤦🏻‍♂️ - what did I do when I saw Rie for the first time? Made eye contact with him and gasped in his fucking face. I couldn't help it, he was so much more handsome than I anticipated and his gaze is so intense. Apparently I gasped loudly bc his eyes widened a bit and he looked somewhat concerned before smirking and greeting me. I slid his envelope over like a moron and moved on (I think I muttered a hi, thank you? I'm not sure tbh - I blacked out). Then there was Yoojung (who is so pretty oh my god.) But he was very quiet and gentle, but unfortunately he came up right after Rie so I was still reeling through him and Mill.

Afterward we ended up meeting and befriending a lyOn standing in front of us because they overheard a dirty comment my friend made and cracked up so hard they almost fell over 🙈 (you know those moments where it's super loud and you're safe to talk - then as soon as you say the thing it's quiet? That happened. Not "quiet" but our little area of people was just quiet enough for this person to hear us).

Hi-Touch/Photo

Then afterward was the hi-touch and group photo; I was prepared this time. Or so I thought. Junji was fine - he's got massive hands omg. But he's so very gentle, I didn't realize just how nice that was until later in the night. Nine was so happy and grinny and bubbly - his normal hyper self. (Side note, Nine was wearing his crop top and idk how he managed to have both the firmest washboard abs while simultaneously looking like he has the softest tummy - his skin is eerily perfect.). Kyubin was very professional, and unfortunately I don't think I gave him all the attention that I could have, because I knew Rie was coming.

When I reached him I looked anywhere but his eyes - I wasn't going to be stupid. I would say thank you, touch his hand, and that was it. He fucking noticed - I swear to God he did. Maybe it was a coincidence, but I was purposely looking at his mouth/neck when I reached him so I could speak, and he tilted his head just enough to catch my eyes and smirked. Which of course short circuited my brain (moreso when he curled his fingers around my hand for a split second - I know it was only a few seconds but I felt like I held up the line for ages 😂) - I was a stupid grinny fool then with Yoojung, who - imo - looked slightly amused. Either he saw how Rie was affecting me or he was just was in a silly mood idk.

Concert

Then we had the concert - amazing experience overall. Honestly did not last long enough. I won't go into all the specific songs because this is already absolutely monstrously long, so I'll just hit the important parts.

I had a pretty good idea they'd do begin and because based on the previous stops, but I wasn't sure; I was praying for it tho, esp after those first two interactions with Rie. because was the song that ultimately made me give the O's a serious shot. So when they did it, I was so jazzed. because makes me cry, it's such a beautiful song and the choreography they made for it is stunning. (I love all 6 choreos - they are so smart in the way they used the members in couples to add to the effect, and the way they used the choreography to sort of tell the story that they told in the ui videos - it's so impressive.)

So, as pretty much everyone knows, after that was the proposal - I was a sobbing mess and it was beautiful. Honestly - I feel so proud of OOO for creating a space safe enough for this, and I am so happy for the folks that got engaged, what a powerful and amazing moment. Obviously I was just one face in the crowd, but I'm so honored that I got to watch history be made in a way, it's beautiful and humbling. No matter how much progress is made, this particular concert will always be the first that a queer couple not only got engaged at, but had the full support and cheer of the group - I mean - Kyubin excitedly and willingly stopping the concert to do this? What a powerful statement of support. I doubt they'll ever see this, but I wish the couple all the happiness in the world, and I woud love to thank them for letting all of us there share in such a beautiful moment.

Oh, by the way, the progress flag that ultimately made it on stage was actually my friend's flag. The group I ended up getting in with before the concert decided we wanted to sign one. We had him bring it and we all signed it before going into the venue (more than just us - he was having a bunch of people sign - anyone who wanted to in the line - it was so full of signatures of support); and one of our gc members handed it to them, the way I cheered when I saw them grabbing it. I could talk for pages about what OOO's support means for the community and how important it is, but I am sure this is already becoming tedious lol - so I will save that for another day.

Snapshots (Premium)

Junji

So after the concert was over too soon - I got Junji and Rie for premium snapshots. I decided to go to Junji first. When I got up there, the staff was changing the film, but I was scared to approach bc I didn't wanna get yelled at by her. Junji was leaning against the barricade, so we just kind of awkwardly stared into each other's eyes for an uncomfortable amount of time before he did that all caps HELLO bellow he'd been doing all night. Which startled the fuck out of me 😑 -- I asked for a back to back photo, he stood straight up and laughed (I think pointing out our height difference, even with the height boost from my boots I am tiny comparatively). He is massive. Jfc - I've met a lot of tall people, taller than him even, but he seems to just dwarf them all. I didn't really notice his size at the fansign/hi touch as much - probably bc it went so fast.

So we turn and he nearly crushed me bc he dropped his weight on my back. I figured he'd stay standing tall but, just kinda touching, but no, he decided to see just how much my tiny ass could support 🙃 - I had a moment of real fear - I was already weak in the legs from the concert (and standing for the 5 hours prior to said concert), if I went down he was gonna come with me and we'd both end up hurt 🤣 but we stayed standing. I thanked him and rushed off to Rie's line.

Rie

Thus comes embarrassing Rie moment #3 of my night. Once again the lady had to change the film, so the awkward staring ensued. Rie is a lot more forward then Junji tho, so once he realized I wasn't moving voluntarily, he stepped up and motioned for me to join him at the barricade. He asked how I liked the concert and I said he did amazing. I told him I wanted to poke his cheek. We couldn't quite get the hand position right so I hit his hand once or twice lol. After the photo was taken I (looked into his eyes again - that was my mistake) told him he performed because beautifully. He grinned all wide and said "oh thank you!" and touched my hand. I got so shy that I nodded and hurried off - I was nearly running. He grabbed at me and was like “no no no no!” - it was because I ran off without my photo. 🫣 So I had to come back and take it from the staff member and tried to walk away but he called for me again and raised his hand, I figured for a high five, but he squeezed it a second and grinned before letting me slink away in shame.

Snapshots (Standard)

Then I had standard photos - I got one with Kyubin, Nine, Mill, Rie, and Junji. I wanted one with Yoojung but unfortunately his sold out before I could buy it 😩

Nine

I went to Nine first figuring he'd be not so bad, and I was right. He's very easy to be around. I told him he was amazing and he laughed and thanked me, and said I was more amazing. Honestly his interaction was by far the least star-struck that I had and I'm glad for it, it really solidified him as a great, easygoing person for me, and it was really nice to have that. Before I got to him, the person ahead of me spoke Korean, it was really cute bc he wasn't expecting it. He thanked her in English and she spoke back in Korean, his eyes bulged out of his head and he laughed so bright and chatted with her for a few seconds, it was really cute. Prior to the concert I was pretty sure he was my bias wrecker, and I definitely stand by that belief now, there's something just so nice about him. Not in a "comfort person" way but more of like... I don't know how to describe it tbh, he is just so naturally friendly.

Mill & Kyubin

Mill was so sweet and gentle. He pulled me so much closer than I thought he would - I was scared to touch him 😂 but when he tugged me close I was like oh, okay, this is fine. And he held on for a bit after and thanked me for coming, I thanked him and said he did so well. The woman doing his photos (she's known as a problematic person and really not very nice) was rushing a bit - I wish I could've talked with him for a minute more - he was very similar to Nine in the whole just, easy to talk to, normal person, not intimidating way. After I finished with him and was waiting for another member, I saw him interacting with a child fan that came. She was no more than 8 or 9, maybe younger. He was so sweet, it warmed my heart. He was like, fixing her hair and talking gently to her, honestly - kids and animals, THE prime indicator of a person. (Apparently Rie was very sweet to the kids too but I missed seeing that. Good thing, probably, I was already lost for that man).

Kyubin's was hard to read. He wasn't cold or mean, but he's very professional and kind. He is so frickin' tall. I told him he did so well tonight and thanked him for all his hard work, I wanted to say more to him, but my brain was blanking and I was so tired >.< - I know he's a chatty person if you start it, I've heard as much from other lyOns; my friend had a fun story with him. If I have any regrets at all from this concert, it's not finding a way to get a picture with Yoojung, and not chatting for longer with Kyubin and Mill. Next time I see OOO I'm definitely gonna try - they're all so great and I want to get that chance.

Junji (Again)

So then... Junji and Rie. I was nervous about going up to them again, but I don't know why. It wasn't like I was the only person that had multiple photos. I was still so embarrassed about running away from Rie before though, so I went to Junji first. He did that big crooked grin and stood upright when he saw me - it's such a cute expression and ngl it immediately made me less nervous. Despite his size, he exudes gentleness (even when he's nearly crushing you lol) and it's really comforting. The lady was changing the film (again! What luck) but this time I went up to him and said "I'm back again!" Unfortunately that was the same time he chose to say "Long time no see!" -- Which made us both laugh. I repeated what he said, but he repeated what I had said - I'm proud to say I shared a braincell with one of my biases for a second there, and it made him do that fucking adorable nose crinkle and smile again.

So we did our pose and I knew I wasn't going to walk away without saying something, this was my last chance, so I tried to speak - but he leaned really close to me (I'm not that short man, you don't have to bend down to hear me 😭). When he did, my brain short circuited - he is so fucking cute and I forgot how to speak English. For a good five seconds I was just stuttering "I--- will--" - but he just waited so patiently for me to stop being an idiot. Finally I managed to get my tongue to work and told him I'd see him again soon. Which isn't exactly what I wanted to say, but it was close enough. He leaned up and nodded and grinned and said "Yes we will!" and then he raised his fist for an exploding fist bump.

Rie (Again)

And thus left Rie. So I get up there and he grins and says "hi again" I mumbled what I hope sounded like hi. I forgot what the pose number was, so I just made the motion and he nodded and wrapped his arm around me really tight going "ah! yes". He had such a grip around my shoulders, I almost forgot to reach up and cup his chin lol. Other lyOns have mentioned that he really pulls you in, and they weren't kidding. I ended up wrapping my arm around his waist; he's so warm and soft, and he smells so amazing. Obviously, he's just, you know, a guy, but it was so relaxing for that moment - I would have gladly paid (more) money to just let him hug me for longer, he's got such a comforting touch.

He didn't immediately let go after the photo was taken (probably so I wouldn't run away from him again lol), instead he kept his arm around me and let me kind of step out of it. He raised one hand and I pressed palm to his; he wrapped his fingers around my hand and held me there, so I set my other hand on his bicep and finally met his gaze without panicking (go me!) - His gaze is so intense. I know I said that before, but it really is shocking. He gives his full attention to you and really focuses on what you're saying - it's really overwhelming, like you're the only person in the room with him, a friend, and not just a random person he met 10 seconds before. I told him that 'because' was the reason I ended up getting into OnlyOneOf and thanked him for it again. He grinned and bowed his head and thanked me, said I was too nice. He told me to have a nice night when I went to grab my photo, and I said "you do too"; he reached out one more time and squeezed my hand like he had been before and grinned before I walked off. That was the perfect end to the snapshots tbh.

Final Thoughts

And that was that - that was the whole experience, pretty much. Easily the best experience I've ever had relating to idols, concerts, or meeting celebrities in general. There's something special about these guys, the way they interact with fans, their overall vibe, idk. I didn't expect to get as overwhelmed by Rie as I did; up until that night my bias line was Junji and then Rie. That's really flipped - Rie is 100% the main bias, and to be entirely honest he's really fighting for Ult Bias spot and I think he's gonna take it. (Frankly the group is fighting for Ult Group and.. They are winning). Obviously it's an unfair advantage; I've never met my other idols aside from hi-touch, and it was really their interactions with me one on one that pushed them higher. They are amazing performers and do have a great stage charisma, but their ability to interact so easily and intimately with fans of all kinds was really what has shoved them a full head and shoulders above others.

Personally, I was anxious about meeting them. I know I'm not a stereotypical kpop fan. Obviously fans are diverse, but we have to admit, the majority is not made up of scruffy male presenting people. But this concert was so much more diverse than others I've been to, which was so great to see. And there was no difference in how they treated me versus how they treated their female presenting fans, their androgynous or enby fans, their clean shaven, younger male presenting fans, etc. That was so important to me. Being able to be comfortable as myself, not only with the friends I'd made but also with the group; not worrying about being perceived negatively; not sensing discomfort from any of them (real or imagined) - it meant the world to me, and I've genuinely never felt that welcome in a space like this before.

So that's that - this was a super long post, I'm sorry about that. While I was writing it, it let me go back and relive parts of it, realize things that I had overlooked before, etc. I hope it didn't bore anyone reading it to absolute tears. And I hope it encourages some of y'all to go see OOO if you have the chance. They are really amazing performers and guys, and I cannot wait to see them again.

[sun-lit-roses]

Thor’s Hammer

I have not forgotten about Stargate! I’m just really slow 😂 But I’m so ready to see our heroes once more and (hopefully) a new planet! Season 1, Episode 10, let’s go:

Oh boy, report time!(sarcasm) Jack looks like he has my level of enthusiasm.

Ooo more aliens!

WHAT is with the pictures being used for illustration 😂 Yes, we’re talking about Thor, so here’s some 90s sci-fi book covers to prove our point.

Teal’c with the insider knowledge for the win!

This sounds ominous.

Daniel is so eager - got his friendship box and just leaving the rest of the team behind lol

I’m unclear why the people at the gate are laughing? Their exit wasn’t that funny.

Um, team? Now might be the time to get away from the humming giant hammer.

A scanner?

No! Teal’c!

Whoops, there goes Jack too!

Why did everyone run away? Shouldn’t they be less afraid after the magic scanning hammer?

Wow, Daniel, just ‘they’re dead’?? That’s a leap 😲

Ah, they ran to get their leader.

“You’re a little short for gods.” Aw, I like her.

Sam On A Mission.

Not dead, yay! It would be hard to keep going with a show that just killed off half their main cast.

Ugh. Could have done without the Junior Check.

Did Thor just beam in?

Wait, is this a voice mail?

Yeah, that’s not a person.

Wait, I thought the hammer was at the stargate? How many hammers are there?

‘Hall of Mohair’ Okay, that’s pretty good and now all I can think of is a cavern lined with records and ‘70s outfits. And a giant hammer.

Wait, what are the hand thingys? Have we seen those before? I don’t remember them? It has been a while since I watched this show.

Didn’t even say thank you! How rude.

Ooo former Goa’uld, got it. Oh, that’s what the second hammer does! Not great news for Teal’c, though.

Hey, that’s right! They can just run all the Goa’uld through the hammer like an assembly line. Problem solved!

What the heck is that?! Some form of alien crocodile?

Those horns don’t look very efficient for drinking tbh

That’s a convenient thunderstorm for omens.

The cave broke the fire stick?!? Truly this is a terrible day.

Teal’c’s onboard with the Goa’uld Assembly Line Plan, too. Good, I think he has the most common sense out of our intrepid quartet.

I’m getting the sense that Sam is not the diplomat here 😂

Well, that’s good news! At least one host survived and connived her way out.

Good thing they came on a day with a thunderstorm.

Is that the Creature From the Black Lagoon?

“Weapons are of no use here.” Jack promptly fills him with lead. Nice.

What is The First One? First of what? First Goa’uld?

Ooo, guess lead is not a successful deterrent.

Vampire Goa’uld! A concept I did not know I needed, but am very happy to have. Imagine if this is what Dracula looked like, but Jonathan thought he had a skin condition and it would be Rude to comment about it, especially since he was a Client.

Of course Teal’c, you also thought the Vampire Goa’uld did not exist... gotta say this conversation is not super comforting, guys. Although the little beat before Teal’c says ‘I think’ was hilarious. Also Jack’s quip about putting a stake through it’s heart.

Aw, Daniel is so sweet on his wife. I hope she does show back up. And gets some lines.

Yeah, I’m going with he’s not dead, guys. Should have tried the stake.

That’s a really cool dam scene! Aquifer? Something with water. It’s a neat set piece.

Sam and Daniel arguing feels like a disturbance in the force.

Weapons can’t kill him, but they sure do slow him down.

Team Science Nerds found it!!

Hm, this looks like a pretty official cave room. Sadly no mohair records, though.

Did Jack forget about the second hammer thing?

AH

Okay, found the second hammer thing. Poor Teal’c.

I’m so glad Space Vampire gets a villain monologue. I feel like we don’t get those in shows anymore.

Come on,shoot him just a little further into the painful red hammer thing!

No! Teal’c!

Ah, Jack to the rescue.

Team: 1. Space Vampires: 0.

Not that this family moment isn’t sweet, but couldn’t they just knock a hole in a cave wall or something and patch it up once everyone’s out? Like there’s no time limit with the Goa’uld Vampire gone, they could go back to Earth for help and explosives.

Poor Daniel.

Did they just leave this world unprotected?

Okay, at least they’re thinking about this as well.

And Daniel gets to share his box! He’s so excited.

Rating: 🔘🔘🔘🔘

4/5 Gates New planet, potential for new aliens (possibly coming back in the future if the thundercloud is to be believed and Thor gets Daniel’s box?), Space Vampire, learned some more lore, what more could I ask for? The cave did take the fire stick out of commission, which is just a crime, in my opinion. Also, I think I’m holding out on 5/5 gates for something truly status quo changing. But overall a really good episode, I enjoyed it!

[jillian-is-worth-it]

It's a small little thing I'm writing and it's prolly super bad but for nagitos birthday, our favorite lucky star <33 tiny little nagito x reader!

Tw- fluff, none rlly, kisses, hugs, etc..

Prompt- waking nagito up on his birthday!

Non despair au!

Lmk if you want one of komahina instead

Ok, this boy, ABSOLUTELY FLOORED!!

you remembered his birthday? Someone as hopeful as you?

He can't believe it

Most likely will cry out of happiness

But aaanyways

So you go and wake him up, hugging him gently

Stuff like

"honey wake up today's important"

And when you do he just gives you the most heart melting smile ever

I'm talking literally so adorable

Cheeks squishable

Pretty eyelashes

Everything

hes literally so pretty omg

He'll get up with you, and he's just so sweet the entire time

"i-i can't believe you remembered t-the birthday of trash like me.. my hope!"

He definitely said that.

Ton, and I mean TONS of hugs and kisses

If your shorter, better prepare to get on your toes, cus this man is not leaving you alone

If your taller, then ooo your in for it, he will actually sit on a table so he can hold you

With your consent ofc, he always asks first if he can give you kisses

"m-my hope? Can.. can I please kiss you?"

"yes? Thats so hopeful!"

He says that all the time

He's just so sweet I swear 😭

You two definitely bake together, making the cake

He'd insist on helping, and I mean

Who would say no to this little angel?

The cake might've took a while to make but it was worth it

The memories were better than even the sweetest of cakes <33

He's definitely getting flour everywhere, it'll be hard to tell if it's his hair being white or if it's flour

But it's ok, cus then you just have an excuse to help with his hair <33

Part two?? (I literally sound like I'm 9 writing this OMG help)

[fictionkinfessions]

Ooo, offspring ask game! A wonderful excuse to talk about what I remember of my kid skxjskckkc.

I don't remember too much right now, but we had a son, and his egg was amazing. Typically eggs have a lot of patterns, but his was a plain purple. It wasn't super rare, but it wasn't super common. Though, if you put his egg in the light, it would sparkle a bunch of different colors! I was so proud of my egg, and how pretty it was. ;u; When he hatched we were so excited, and he turned out to be a pretty even blend of us! He had his father's hair color, and his skin was this interesting shade of Indigo where it looked blue or purple in different lighting!

He was always so interested in his different cultures (I was folk-pop while his father was pop, and we both enjoyed metal), so he had a very unique sense of style right from the get-go. I remember we used to call him 'petal', but I don't currently remember his name. He was such a sweet boy, and I truly hope to remember more of him in the future 🩵

-Lyle #🐾🪩

x

[sometimesanalice]

BETH!

It was such much fun getting to revisit these two! That fic was the first I'd ever written (both for the fandom and in general!), so coming back to them after having written a few other stories such then was so satisfying!

more for you!

And then the more you’d thought about it, the more you’d overthought it, the more annoyed you’d gotten for overthinking it. A vicious spiral that not even hours of searching on Pinterest had helped to pull you from.

This so perfectly expresses the complete agony of trying to decide on a costume! 😂 I too am constantly personally victimized by my own wardrobe!- its such a universal experience! whether for a costume party or an even in general when you go to your closet and just don't have anything! But I loved the idea of this perfectly organized closet being on the floor like it'd been hit by a hurricane, lol. She worked herself up into that full tizzy!

Their text messages tickled me so much - Bradley + showerhead? The possibilities are endless 🥵

You, 3:11 PM: (Want to know the best part of working from home? I can get off any time I want. Have fun flying with that hard-on, Roos.)

Super flirty and fun!- I am the type to have most everything plotted out before I begin a story. I tend to over marinate and have detailed notes so that I know where things are going and building to, but that little text exchange was a last minute addition, and I loved the cheekiness it added! I wanted to show how they interacted and worked together as a couple even though they're both still kind of in their head because it's still a pretty new relationship.

Rooster knew you were a bit anxious about tonight, even though all his friends really liked you, but he was starting to think that maybe he might be deeper in this than you were. He was trying not to let his mind spiral about why you didn’t want him to pick you up, but the only thing he kept coming back to was that maybe you wanted a way to make an easy escape if you weren’t having a good time with him or his friends.

He was worried that you might have one foot out the door.

Oh Bradley is besotted too and its so cute that he's worrying - but he doesn't need too! 🥹- this was such a fun dynamic to explore again from the Christmas fic! How they're both so into each other, but also scared of coming on too strong. I love that they're literally both on the same page (they almost had an unintentional couples costume, because she definitely thought about coming as Sandy), but still in their own heads about things. Those kind of spirals they had here are echoed in the Christmas fic, and revisiting that was such fun!

“Jesus, Rooster. Aren’t you worried about your dick falling out of those? They’re indecent,” Jake drawls, looking every inch the action hero he thinks he is.

“Please,” Bradley says with a roll of his eyes, “You wish you could pull these off, Bagman. If you got it, flaunt it.”

“I’m flaunting plenty,” Jake counters as he flexes. His shirt is unbuttoned all the way to the waistband of his pants. Although, Bradley is pretty sure Indiana Jones at least had sleeves. “Once your girl sees these abs she might be my girl by the end of the night.”

JAKE FUCKING SERESIN 😂 This was just too funny! He's right though... and both him and Bradley would be such a sign for sore eyes in their costumes! 🥵- BLESS THEM! They know their duty as eye candy and boy do they bring it!! And nothing amuses me more than their back and forth, because even in a friendship, they'd never stop trying to one up the other for fun.

“Summer lovin’ happened so fast and all that.”

AND SHE'S THE ONE THAT HE WANTS OOO OOO OOOH!- and he ABSOLUTELY blushed when he said that too, the precious smitten nerd. He was like so pleased when he thought of it, not only because he knew he'd kill it, but also because he was like "oh hey, we had a summer romance" and thought he hit the jackpot. He's cute like that, such sweet boy. and yes! she's the one that he wants oo ooo oooh!

I'm so happy you enjoyed this one, Beth!

Seeing Double

Summary: Two weeks had felt like more than enough time to come up with something. And now you’re costumeless and in a panic less than a couple of hours before you’re supposed to be meeting your boyfriend’s closest friends. You’re ready to call it quits when you’re suddenly hit with a burst of inspiration.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 6k

Warnings: fluff, allusions to smut, and Bradley Bradshaw in short-shorts (minors dni)

(This fic is a one-shot that is set before the Oh Christmas Tree, but you can read it on its own! Enjoy 🧡)

Looking at your closet, filled with everything and yet absolutely nothing, you’re beginning to realize just how totally and royally screwed you are.

The thing is you’d had time. More than enough time, in fact.

When Bradley had first invited you to go with him to this Halloween party, two weeks had seemed like plenty of time to concoct the perfect costume.

And then the more you’d thought about it, the more you’d overthought it, the more annoyed you’d gotten for overthinking it. A vicious spiral that not even hours of searching on Pinterest had helped to pull you from.

One that had left you costumeless for a party that was supposed to start in less than two hours with all of your boyfriend’s friends.

Fuck.

It was one outfit for one evening. You should probably be more concerned about Ciara from Marketing and her not-so-subtle scheming than what you were going to put on your body for the next five or so hours.

As you a sift through your perfectly color coordinated clothes, dragging hangers across the closet rod as if you’ve been personally victimized by the wardrobe you’d bought with your own money, you can’t help but wonder if you might have some self-sabotaging tendencies.

Bradley Bradshaw had snuck up on you when you were least expecting it. And what you thought was just going to be some summer fun had quickly turned into something more.

More often than not, you were thinking of him.

More often than not, he was texting you throughout the day.

More often than not, you were sharing a bed with him at night.

The last three, almost four, months had flown by in a summer haze and you liked Rooster more than any other man you had dated in the past.

You might even love him, but that was something you were keeping close to your chest for now. It felt too soon to be feeling the way you did about him.

He was more than just the pretty face and easygoing smile that had swayed you into giving him your number. He was more than just a fun night out and some no-strings-attached-yet-mind-blowing sex that you had tried to convince yourself it was.

He’d made it impossible for you to try and keep it casual in the way that he’d thoroughly swept you off your feet. You’d given up trying to keep him at arm’s length after your fifth date with him.

If you couldn’t beat him, you might as well join him. And so far, it was a gamble with your heart that was paying off.

Which was probably why you had given yourself the world’s worst mental block trying to figure out a costume to wear.

You’d met a few of his friends, like Natasha and Jake, during the nights he’d taken you to the Hard Deck. He’d told you that after one of their missions earlier in the year, the members on the squad had been in high demand. But this was the first time you’d be hanging out with them all at once.

So yeah, you were more than a little nervous about this evening.

And you didn’t just want to make a good impression, you wanted to absolutely charm and delight them. These people were so important to him, they were his family. They mattered to him and he mattered to you.

You pull out a black cocktail dress and debate whether you could pull together a Breakfast at Tiffany’s look with the pearls your grandmother had left you. It was a classic for a reason, right?

Or did it make you look like you were trying too hard? She was basically a callgirl after all.

The formfitting little dress goes back on the rack with a little more force than is necessary.

It’s just a causal get together, so why are your palms sweating?

You eye a silky pink slip dress and think about pairing it with one of your overpriced sleep mask. But you think you’d look less like you were flirty, thirty, and thriving and more like you forgotten to get dressed after rolling out of bed.

There are still a couple of cozy plaid button ups that you’d brought with you from home, but unless you carried around a roll of paper towels all night, it was an idea that might get you a more than a few perplexed looks. And there was nothing worse than having to explain your outfit for it to make sense to people.

Or worse, you’d be the one cleaning up spills all night.

You wanted your effort to look effortless.

Cool but not try hard. Thought through but not over the top.

You remember seeing some friend of a friend’s post from last weekend where she was dressed as Kim Possible. Green pants and a black top feel very doable. And she’d looked very cute and low maintenance, which was just the kind of vibe you were going for.

Remembering a pair of green khakis your sister had somehow talked you into the last time she came to visit, you go to your dresser and yank out the drawer you think they’d be in and toss it on the floor. You’re over trying to keep some semblance of order, that’s a problem for future you to deal with now.

Digging around in the pile, you will a flash of olive green to appear before your eyes. And when the items formerly nicely folded drawer and nothing but a heap of wrinkled, olive green-less chaos, you’re hit with the realization that the khakis that had seemed like a bad idea when you’d first gotten them had felt like a bad idea every time you looked at them and they’d ended up in the donation pile during your last closet purge.

You flop down and take in the carnage.

Half open drawers, random tops and skirts flung on your bed, the perfect rainbow of your closet now some technicolored disarray.

You’re almost afraid to pull out your phone to look at the clock, that pressure growing in your chest keeps getting worse. You can almost feel each individual second as they tick by. Glancing down you see that there’s a new message from Bradley, one that you missed in your frenzy to find something, anything to wear tonight.

Bradley, 9:52 AM: That wake up was worth the extra pushups I had to do for being late.

Bradley, 11:10 AM: Did I leave my shirt at your place this morning?

You, 12:22 PM: I’ll check when I get home and let you know. But I’m sure it’s there since I vividly remember the way you took it off last night.  

You, 12:23 PM: And you only have yourself to blame for those pushups. (PS. I told you what time it was before I got in the shower, you were the one who invited yourself to join. PPS. I liked that thing you did with the shower head)

Bradley, 2:37 PM: As I said, worth it (PS pretty sure the only thing I heard you chanting was my name. Also I just ordered a new shower head for my place, one with a fancy handheld and everything)

You, 3:04 PM: I guess I’ll have to wake you up with my mouth more often then. (PS. just curious how many settings does it have? Asking for a friend.)

Bradley, 3:10 PM: Jesus Sweetheart, I’m up next to do a hop… (PS more than enough, and by enough, I mean 7)

You, 3:10 PM: 😘 (PS. can’t wait, I’m more than happy to product test)

Bradley, 3:11 PM: Yeah, I bet you are...

You, 3:11 PM: (Want to know the best part of working from home? I can get off any time I want. Have fun flying with that hard-on, Roos.)

Bradley, 3:12 PM: Baby, you’re killing me here

You, 3:12 PM: Fly safe ❤️

🔴 Bradley, 6:14 PM: Just got home, I can’t wait to see you tonight. What time should I pick you up? You might have to come down though, I don’t know if they’d let me in...

Skimming the previous messages from earlier in the day helps relieve some of the anxious energy that was thrumming in your veins. Because he’s just so Bradley.

He hadn’t been the only one who got to work late this morning. You’d actually worked from the office that day, but it had been more fun to tease him from your desk than draft the internal communications you were supposed to be working on.

The original plan had been to work a half day and then leave early and figure out your costume situation. But then you’d been pulled into an emergency PR meeting on your way out the door for one of the company’s biggest clients and had got home much, much later than you’d planned to.

You’d spotted Rooster’s shirt crumpled on the floor by the foot of your bed, from where he’d shucked it off the night before, the second you’d flown into your bedroom. Now it is carefully draped against the back of the soft blue tufted chair in the corner of your room. It was a colorful patchwork of beach themed vignettes in soft corals, teals, and dark blues. In addition to the palm trees and foliage, there were also planes and ships on it.

It was one of your favorites because you always felt like you were finding something new on it every time he wore it.

He’d told you once early on when you’d first gotten serious, after you’d teased him about his seemingly endless supply, that he’d even gotten curious one drunken night and looked up the resale value on some of his favorites and was shocked at the numbers. That it had taken him a month to put one back on because he didn’t want to ruin any of them on accident, now that he knew what exactly his father had left him.

You knew how much Bradley valued his collection, what they meant to him. You were even watching a few vintage ones in nice condition on Ebay to give him for Christmas.

Letting out a ragged sigh, you look back at the pile on the ground.

You’ve always prided yourself on being a problem solver. And the one time you needed to spring into action with a pivot plan is the one time you’re at a complete loss. You felt paralyzed by indecision and the kind of pressure that only you could put on yourself, which made everything that much more frustrating.

How you had kept the novelty six-pack tank top you’d taken home from a White Elephant exchange, but donated the green khaki pants was beyond you.

Out of the two, one would have been much more practical in this particular moment.

You pick it up off the floor and feel the fabric between your fingers. It was surprisingly soft for something that you’d expect to feel like sandpaper no matter how many times it got washed.

That tank top had never seen the light of day, yet always seemed to make it through your yearly purge unscathed. Probably solely on the fact that it made you giggle whenever you saw it. You always forgot about it, but it was a happy surprise when you pulled it out from where it was tucked away in the back of your dresser drawer.

You let it fall back onto the top of the pile.

Your thumbs hover over the keyboard of your phone as you try to figure out what to say to Bradley, as you look back and forth between your mountainous mess and the empty text box.

You know you could call him and he’d pick up before the third ring. You knew you could text him and he would reply the moment he could. And you know, if you told him you were stressed about meeting all of his friends and wanting to impress them, to impress him, that he would understand. He’d tell you- in that soothing way of his- to not worry about it, that you could just wear whatever made you comfortable, no costume necessary.

He’d probably even ditch his own so that you weren’t the only one there in normal clothes, even though he’d been dropping teasing hint about his for days now. He was so excited for tonight, you didn’t want to bring the vibe down before you’d even arrived.

You close your eyes and allow yourself a couple moments to reset.

What you wore didn’t matter. But whatever you wore, you were going to have a great time with Bradley and the people he cared about. And that was the only thing that mattered to you.

You could throw on your little black dress, or a red and white striped sweater with a pair of glasses, or some skintight leggings and a leather jacket. But it didn’t matter because it was all going to end the same way: with you tipsy and giddy and in Rooster’s bed.

Already feeling much better you open your eyes again.

You’re greeted again with those perfectly sculpted abs of that silly little tank top that still sits on top of the mound of clothes on your floor. But out of the corner of you eye, those cheerful colors adorning your chair in the corner wink out at you.

The glimmer of an idea settles over you like stardust.

It’s on that the more you sit with, the more perfectly solidified it becomes in your mind. Oh, you can see it so clearly now.

It’s an idea that makes you feel like you could bubble over in excitement.

You shoot off a quick text to Rooster and set about grabbing all the things you needed. You’d be a little late, but not terribly so. Fashionably late.

And you’re hopeful it’ll be worth the last-minute change of plans.

There was only one thing you needed that you didn’t already have, and you knew just where you’d be able to find it.

Just a quick little pit stop on the way to the party.

On your way to Bradley.

When Rooster parked in front of Fanboy and Payback’s place he shouldn’t have been surprised to see the Spanish-style house they rented together absolutely covered in every type of decoration imaginable.  

He’d heard Reuben moan and groan about it enough over the last few weeks.

Halloween was Mickey’s favorite holiday and there was nothing more he loved than going all out on a theme. It didn’t matter if it was St Patrick’s Day or National Cheeseburger Day, he always committed.

They’d all be pulled into the argument about whether or not a faux body bag filled with empty bottles should be strung up on the front porch. Fanboy lost that one by a mere two votes. And Bob had been the one to broker the peace by suggesting they make some ghosts to hang up instead.

Dozens of glowing pumpkin lanterns hung from the trees outside and lined the pathway up to the front door. The bushes were wrapped in fibrous looking cobweb material as lights flickered and flashed underneath them. There was a fog machine hidden somewhere because wisps of smoke were curling and crawling along the lawn. Custom gravestones littered the yard along with a few well-placed plastic skeletons. The front of the porch was filled with more pumpkins of various sizes and shapes and colors as well as those truce ghosts and a few oversized bats swaying in the chilly October night breeze.

Rooster wasted no time letting himself in the glowing entryway, rubbing his arms as he hustled to get inside. Normally he ran warm, but he’d been covered in goosebumps from the moment he’d gotten out of the Bronco.

His costume had earned him more than a few wolf whistles when he had stopped to get gas. He’d simply shot them a wink and a smirk as he’d strut past them to go inside and pay.

He looked damn good.

But there was only one person he’d wanted to show off this outfit to.

He didn’t know how it was possible but the inside was even more decorated than the outside of their place was.

There were stands and strands of colorful string lights in black, purple, and orange strung across the ceiling covered by gauzy black fabric. There were more cobwebs covering every exposed bit of the walls and flameless candles lining the floor of the hallway. And there was a mix of eerie forest sounds playing under the Halloween party soundtrack that Coyote had been roped into making for the night.

Bradley follows the hundreds of little plastic spiders decorated the wall leading him to the living room. And almost collides with someone as he rounds the corner.

The shorter man he’d nearly taken out had on an overly bleached and spiked wig with a goatee and was wearing more neon orange flames than any one person should be allowed to wear.

They were both eyeing each other waiting for the other person to lob the first comment.

Rooster sees the way Mav’s cheeks are twitching as he takes in the length of the shorts he was wearing and just how much leg he had on display.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s hear it, old man,” he snorts, reaching out and taking the drink from Mav’s hand and taking a swig from the mostly empty bottle before passing it back.

“Did they lower the drinking age and I missed the memo, kid?” Mav tosses back easily, pointing to Bradley’s clingy, red Rydell High School t-shirt. “Don’t need a Class A misdemeanor on my record, that file is already big enough on its own.”

“Laugh it up, Flavortown,” Bradley snorts, “You on your way out?”

“Yeah, just wanted to swing by for a minute before I go over to the Hard Deck to help Penny out for the night. She sent me with some treats too, they’re over on the table. Where’s your girl? I was hoping to see her before I left.”

“Oh, uh, she’s meeting me here. Said she got caught up in a last-minute meeting,” Bradley says rubbing the back of his neck. He was trying not to over think the text you’d sent him. “So what’s Penny dressing up as?”

Mav uses both hands and gestures to his costume, face flat.

“No shit,” Bradley laughs.

“Amelia hustled the both of us,” Mav says shaking his head fondly. “I’m telling you, kid, teenagers these days are a scary bunch.” He takes the last swig of his beer and passes the bottle to Bradley, patting him on the shoulder. “Make sure you and your girl try the candlestick cakes. The realistic ones are the ones that Penny made.”

“And the others?” Rooster asked with a smirk.

“Let’s just say I’m a better pilot than I am with a piping bag,” he says with a self-deprecating laugh. “Happy Halloween, Bradley.”

“See you on Sunday for brunch.”

He and his godfather exchange a hug before Pete strides out the door, giving him one more pat on the back before he leaves.

Rooster makes his way further into the living room and goes to check out the food situation and to grab a drink in hopes that it’ll help settle that anxious coil in the pit of his stomach.

He waves over to Fritz, Yale, and Omaha, who are dressed up as the Sanderson Sisters, as he makes his way to the dining room. Fritz has his arm draped over his wife’s shoulder who is dressed like a black cat and they’re all gathered around the keg in the kitchen like it’s a cauldron.

Under a display of floating candles, Fanboy and Payback’s dining table is filled to the brim with all kinds of party food. Breadsticks that looked like fingers, a charcuterie board being clutched by a skeleton, a carved pumpkin puking some kind of tasty looking dip, and rice krispies with an ungodly amount of red dye number forty wrapped up in plastic on Styrofoam trays. And of course, the candlestick cakes. It was obvious which one’s Penny had made and which were Mav’s handiwork.

He pops one in his mouth, making a mental note to text Penny about how good they are.

Off to the side there was a homemade cooler shaped like a coffin and a witch’s cauldron bubbling away with dry ice filled with something potent, if the patriotic punch from the Fourth of July was anything to go by.

He grabs one of the plastic syringes from the bowl that says free shots and sips it down easily, trying not to grimace at the ratio of tequila to cranberry cocktail, and then dropping the now empty syringe in the hazardous waste bucket that’s placed next to the bowl.

Checking out the inside of the cooler, he sees it’s been stocked with a good variety of beers and ciders, he even spots your favorite which he knows you’ll be excited about.

That is whenever you get here.

Bradley pulls out his phone from the back pocket of his tight-fitting shorts to see if there’s any new message from you yet.

No ETA, no update, no on my way. Nothing since his last text nearly forty minutes ago. He’s tempted to shoot you another one, but he doesn’t want to come across as overbearing.

Rooster knew you were a bit anxious about tonight, even though all his friends really liked you, but he was starting to think that maybe he might be deeper in this than you were. He was trying not to let his mind spiral about why you didn’t want him to pick you up, but the only thing he kept coming back to was that maybe you wanted a way to make an easy escape if you weren’t having a good time with him or his friends.

He was worried that you might have one foot out the door.

You’ve met most of his friends now, just at different times and never all at once.

After the Uranium Mission, their team quickly became very in-demand. Getting requests to join other training contingents, classified trials and testing of new tech in development, and smaller specialized missions. It’s very rare now that they’re all in the same place at the same time. It always feels like there’s always someone missing, they’re always going and doing.

His team has always been good about finding ways to let off steam.

Although, he’s been less frequently found behind the piano bench of the Hard Deck since he’s taking on a more starring role in your bedroom. His friends would tease him on base about keeping you to himself. But he wouldn’t apologize for wanting to spending all his free time with you than the people he already spent the majority of his days with. Bradley doesn’t want you to feel like he’s trying to keep you away from them, he just would rather soak up all of your attention than share you with everyone else.

He liked that you were his girl.

Sighing to himself, Rooster puts his phone back in his pocket and walks back out to the living room before anyone can accuse him of sulking.

Callie and her fiancée are dress up as Velma and Daphne and chatting away with Bob over by the fireplace that is filled with skulls and thick pillars of candles. Bob’s homemade chef’s hat is glowing lightly from the inside and showing the silhouette of a little rodent.

He watches as Fanboy in his Hamburglar costume heading over of the bathroom with a trash bag looking more than a little suspicious. Bradley is sure he has more than a few pranks up black and white striped sleeves tonight.

“Where’s your Sandy, Danny?” Nat asks, sliding up to him and passing him a beer.

“You know, I don’t actually know what she’s coming dressed as. She never gave me any hints,” he admits, taking a small sip as he takes in her costume. She’s got fluffy bunny ears on and her nose is painted pink. The only thing missing from her Lola Bunny ensemble is the basketball.

“Oh?” He can tell Phoenix is trying to school the surprise on her face. “I just figured with you wearing that and all.”

He just shrugs, his thumbnail picking at the label on the bottle.

Bradley had thought about floating a couple’s costume when he had invited you to come with him, but he pivoted at the last moment, not wanting to put pressure on you to agree to commit right away.

“Is she on her way?” Nat asks, looking at him out of the corner of her all too keen eyes.

“Hopefully, if she doesn’t change her mind,” he says ruefully.  

“Why would she do that? Did you do something to piss her off?”

“Not that I know of. I know I’m reading into things, but I was supposed to go pick her up and she texted me last minute saying that she’d meet me here instead. And I don’t know what to make of it, it just isn’t like her.”

“Is that why you’re standing here look like a sad puppy? You know I’ve never been able to get through those ASPCA commercial without them getting my credit card information. Can I read the text?”

“Sure, have at it,” he says, unlicking and handing over his phone to her. “Uh, just the last few though.” He tacks that last part on quickly and she just gives him a pointed lift of her sharp eyebrow.

He feels dumb watching Nat skim the texts, he knows he’s overthinking things. But he also knows he’s not going to feel better about any of it until you get here and he can see your face.

“She said she’ll be here, Bradshaw. I don’t know how else you’re reading into this, but I imagine the mental gymnastics must be getting tiring.”

Bradley huffs a laugh, because she’s right.

As always.

“Yeah, I know,” he sighs, running his hands through his hair, “It’s just- I really like her, Nat.”

“Oh, we know. You moon after her with those big cow eyes all the time” she teases, nudging her elbow against his ribs. “But I’ve also seen the way she moons after you too, so relax.”

He can’t fight the small smile that works its way onto his face. The idea of you watching him the same way he knows he looks at you when you’re not looking at him makes his chest fill with warmth.

Nat peers around him and he spins to see who’s just arrived.

“Jesus, Rooster. Aren’t you worried about your dick falling out of those? They’re indecent,” Jake drawls, looking every inch the action hero he thinks he is.

“Please,” Bradley says with a roll of his eyes, “You wish you could pull these off, Bagman. If you got it, flaunt it.”

“I’m flaunting plenty,” Jake counters as he flexes. His shirt is unbuttoned all the way to the waistband of his pants. Although, Bradley is pretty sure Indiana Jones at least had sleeves. “Once your girl sees these abs she might be my girl by the end of the night.”

Seresin shoots him a wink and struts away, the plastic whip on his hip bouncing with every step. Rooster just shakes his head after him, watching as he high fives Javy, who is dressed as The Rock complete with a fanny pack and chain around his neck, in greeting by the sliding glass door that leads to patio.

“I still can’t believe you use to date him,” he ribs Nat lightly.

She plucks his beer out of his hand, claiming it as her own in retaliation. “Me neither,” she grunts, but he hears the hint of affection in her voice.

“Hey, you two look great! Do you need anything?” Mickey asks enthusiastically. His shifty eyes and overly wide smile instantly making Bradley edgy.

“Where’d that trash bag you had earlier go, Fanboy?” he asks warily.

“That’s for me to know and Javy to find out about later,” Mickey says slyly.

Rooster and Nat exchange a look.

This was the thing he was worried about when Cyclone had announced the news earlier in the week that they’d all tentatively have the next couple of months off through the new year. A well-earned break. No extra assignments. No extra transfers or additional training seminars.

Mav had told him in confidence that there was one small deployment that might get approved near Thanksgiving and that he was going to pull some string to see what information he could find out about it. Bradley was hoping that you might ask him to come home with you and meet your parents, so he had his fingers crossed that his name was left off that list.

The mood on base was already light. Mickey and Javy had started a series of pranks against each other that had slowly been escalating over the last few days. And Rooster knew that this extroverted bunch would be leaning in at full force and cutting loose tonight.

“Can you do me a favor, man? Can you hold off on the pranks for an hour, I don’t want you guys to scare her off the second she walks through the door.”

“She’s met us, she knows how we are.”

“I think that’s that point,” Nat quips.

“She likes us and we like her, so what’s there to worry about?” Fanboy asks rhetorically.

“Not all at once,” Bradley mutters.

“Lighten up, Rooster! I’m sure she’ll get here soon. In the meantime, go have some of the Potion of Peril punch that I made. I promise we’ll be on our best behavior. I won’t even ask her to grab something from the fridge for me,” Fanboy says that last part with a concerning laugh as he scurries away.

“You won’t what? Wait, Fanboy, come back,” Rooster calls after Mickey. He sees Payback dressed as Marty McFly coming down the stairs, and catches him. “Reuben, hey, what’s in the fridge?”

“Mickey has been collecting all of our empty jars for weeks now. He filled the damn fridge with jars of heads. It scared the shit out of me the first time I saw all of them. I haven’t been able to find the open container of mayo for days, and I’m tired of eating dry sandwiches.” Payback lets out the biggest sigh and rolls his eyes before he leaves them making his way over towards Coyote and Hangman still by the patio.

“See, Nat? This is what I’m worried about. We’re a lot, in more ways than one.”

Bradley pulls out his phone again, probably for the fifth time since he’s arrived and begins working on a text to send her. There’s nothing wrong with a little heads up and if he can get a little update from you then he’ll consider it a win.

“Well, if it ain’t Rooster,” he hears Hangman call out from across the room.

“We just did this, man,” he tosses back, not bothering to look up from his phone.

“Hey! Bradshaw’s girl has got a better set of abs than he does!” someone else calls out.

That gets his attention.

“What the fuck are you guys talking about?” he grunts irritably, as he tries to put his phone back in his pocket.

He doesn’t get a response because Phoenix is already turning him towards the entryway, the room erupting in a series of hoots and hollers as the rest of the party takes notice of your costume.

You’re shifting a little on your feet under the attention, there’s a small shy smile on your face and you have your pretty eyes already trained on him.

Hangman wasn’t kidding when he said you had a better set of abs than him.

You’re wearing a pair of frayed light blue denim shorts with a truly impressive screen-printed washboard stomach is on full display tucked into them. Over that you had on the Hawaiian print shirt he’d left at your place on accident this morning, it was one of his favorites with all its bright colors, along with a pair of sunglasses dangling from the pocket.

There was no mistaking who you’ve come dressed up as, not with that striking press-on mustache you were wearing.

It’s all he can do to just stand there and stare at you.

You’ve always been so damn beautiful, and even with a felt mustache on your face, you can make his heart pound away in his chest. Not to mention, he really likes the way you look in his shirt.

Your face lights up as you take him in too. Your eyes sweeping over his two-sizes-too-small shirt and the white short-shorts that left nothing to the imagination.

There is such fondness on your face he can’t believe how he’d let himself get so twisted in knots.

He forgets about all of his friends and their commotion as he struts over to you taking your face between his hands and kissing you. You make a little noise of surprise that he uses to his advantage to slip his tongue into your mouth.

When one of his friends catcalls them, he waves them off with one of his hands, and then drops it down to your ass to pull you in closer to him.

A flash goes off, the light bright behind his eyes.

He can feel the laughter bubbling out of your chest before comes out of your mouth, even he fights to tamper down his own amusement in favor of kissing you more.

Pulling away Bradley gently takes your chin between his finger and thumb turning your head left and right to admire your costume of choice, up close and personal.

“I gotta say, sweetheart, you’re really working that mustache.”

“I get your attachment to it. I think I wear it pretty well,” you say looking very pleased with yourself. You reach up and affectionately brush your fingers along his own.

He’d thought about shaving it off for the sake of his costume, but ultimately couldn’t go through with it. And now he’s really glad he didn’t.

“It’s not just that ‘stache you’re wearing well,” Bradley says low just for her, toying with the hem of his shirt draped on you. “You know I like the way you look in my clothes.”

He can’t help up enjoy the way you’re getting bashful under his appreciative gaze and compliments.

“I had to make sure you got the shirt back somehow,” you say with a smile.

“So it can end up on the floor of my bedroom instead?” he teases, kissing your cheek.

“I like the sound of that, and not just because my bedroom looks like a crime scene.” He cocks his head at you, but you just shake your own at him in response before continuing, “But I’m letting you know right now, the mustache is staying on when you have your way with me.”

“You have yourself a deal as long as you share your routine with me,” he murmurs, running a finger down the line of the faux abs of your tank top. “Can’t say I remember seeing these this morning in the shower. I’ve got a girl to impress, so I’d be happy to show you how grateful I am for any tips and tricks.”

“Think you’re doing just fine in those short-short of yours,” you reply, taking a step back to give him a thorough once over, “What inspired this eyeful of an ensemble?”

“I knew the shorts would make my ass look good,” he says with a shrug that send you into a fit of giggles. He’s ready to skip the party all together, in favor of appreciating how good you look outside of your costume. Your eyes are dancing with amusement and he finds himself wanted to admit more, “And because, you know…”

He thought his costume idea had been pretty witty, but now he felt a little sheepish because he didn’t want you to think he was being corny. Sure the shorts had been the thing that sealed the deal, but he’d picked good boy Danny Zuko for a reason.

“No, Bradley, I don’t think I do. Will you explain it to me?”

“Summer lovin’ happened so fast and all that.”

“‘And all that’, huh?” And there’s that look of your, he was absolutely putty in your hands when you looked at him like that. “Ok, ok, but I need to know,” you pause for moment, and look up at him with a very serious expression, “Did you have yourself a blast?”

He watches as you bite your bottom lip trying not to laugh at your own joke.

And in that moment, he just knows.

The sureness had been taking up residence in his bones since he’d first convinced you that trying to keep it casual with you wouldn’t cut it for him.

“Would now be a bad time to tell you that I love you?” he asks, threading his fingers through beltloops to pull you in closer to him.

“While I’m wearing a tank top with a six-pack dressed up as you? Seems a little narcissistic, does it not?” He’s never seen your smile this big or this bright before.

He knows. He knows. He knows.

Rooster pulls you back in for a deep kiss.

“I love you too, Bradley,” you murmur against his lips.

He kisses you until he can’t keep the smile off of his face.

“Hey, Bradshaw!”

Surprised, he pulls away from you to see Nat waving him over. He takes your hand, ready to take you over with him.

“No, not you. The better Bradshaw,” Phoenix announces as she points at you, crooking a finger and holding out a shot syringe for you.

You pull him to you, giving him one more quick before floating over to join Nat near the kitchen.

He’s feeling more than a little dumbstruck in that moment.

And not just from the sight of your shapely legs in those cutoff jean shorts.

Bradley’s feet feel cemented to the wood floors beneath his black hightop converse as he watches you throw your head back in laughter at something Nat says.

He doesn’t want to get ahead of himself, but he thinks his last name looks good on you.

You smile wide and beaming, your eyes shining as you turn to look at him from across the other side of the room.

Yeah, it looks really good on you.

Happy Halloween, Friends! This little moment has been living in my head since I posted my first ever fic on here, 'Oh Christmas Tree'! I'm so glad to finally release it to share with you! Thank you for reading!

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Ooo can I please request a Finn Shelby x fem!reader, Platonic!Tommy Shelby x fem!reader where Finn is in love with Y/n, who he met when Polly and Tommy started working with that orphanage, as she was an orphan there at the time. Y/n loves him too, but hasn’t admitted it as she already has a boyfriend. The boyfriend does not treat her well and Finn defends her when he witnesses it at the Garrison, and omg can you imagine John, Tommy, and Arthur kicking the guy out of the Garrison (“By order of the Peaky Blinders!!”)? They would NOT be happy! The Shelbys are all really protective of Y/n, Tommy being like a father figure to Y/n, Polly being like mother figure, and John and Arthur being kind of like older brothers. Finn and Y/n end up together?🥺 Also imagine Esme and Polly helping Y/n het all dressed up for a date with Finn🥺🥲

Hey love! Sorry this took forever and thank you for loving me even when I disappear for a while ♥️

So proud of all your big accomplishments lately!!!

This ended up a tad bit darker than I intended. But hopefully you enjoy it!!!

Warnings: nondescript domestic violence to reader, mentions of past sexual abuse, found family, super comfort fic, Finn is a total babe, family dysfunction but very loving.

Life was pretty bleak at the Orphanage, however, you accepted it for what it was, pouring yourself into your chores and prayer. Looking after the younger children as much as possible. You knew what the punishments were for stepping out of line. Many of which you had experienced personally over the years. So you kept your head down. 

When a sharply dressed couple came for tea one morning, you knew better than to get your hopes up. A family like that would never adopt someone like you. You sat there on the staircase listening to his meeting, imagining what it would be like to have a mother and father like that. What you heard surprised you more than if he did choose you. He was, for a lack of better words, giving the nuns shit. He was grilling them about the way we were being treated. How he knew, you didn't know, but he was sure angry about it. You heard the end result of the meeting and then caught him leaving the office. 

The man was tall and handsome, you had no doubt he was created by the devil himself. Power radiated off of him as he moved within the halls you’d grown up in, the halls he now owned. 

After that meeting,  you were officially under new management. 

Most of the staff were immediately removed, and the place was renovated to house more children comfortably. Eventually, everyone settled in, and you were relieved to see the staff being much more gentle with the children. You quickly made a point of getting to know everyone, to figure out if you would trust them or not. 

Which is when a certain boy caught your attention. It was obvious he was with the man that ran the place, judging by his outfit and distinct hat. 

He lit a cigarette and leaned against the hallway wall outside the headmistresses office. A stranger being in the hallway gave you a prickly sensation. He was new, therefore unpredictable, but it was better to be on top of these sorts of things. His eyes landed on you and you froze knowing you’d been caught staring. 

“Do you live here?” He asked you easily. You somehow managed to make your legs move you closer to him. 

“Yes. You're with the new owners?” Alarm bells were chiming loudly in your head. You were not fond of men for the most part. They brought mind games and complications that normally ended poorly for you being just another body in an orphanage. 

“Yeah.” Cough “Are um - things running well then? You seem to know this place well, any complaints for management?” There was an edge of humor in his voice that you liked. He had sweet eyes despite trying to come off cocky. You softened your judgment of him slightly, he was no doubt a man, but there was something boyish and awkward about him that made you feel like the playing field was slightly more level. You shook your head - boyish or not, he was still from management. 

“Things are… better.” You said while thinking about it. You just needed time to adjust to everything. 

“Glad to hear it. I’ll be around every Friday for paperwork if you have any complaints or ideas.” His words might have been riddled with another offer, but you didn't mind. It seemed he just wanted to talk to you, nothing rude.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You said with a smile, a blush creeping up on your cheeks. The headmistress opened the door and handed him a hefty pack of papers. He nodded to her before she turned around and shut the door.

“I’ll see you next Friday then.” He said, giving you a crooked smile and a wink before heading off. 

You hated the way your stomach fluttered. 

You had a boyfriend. You scrunched up your nose and went back to the kitchens to start on the dishes. You dreamt of what it would be like to be with a boy like that, hating yourself more and more. 

You scolded yourself as you angrily scrubbed a large soup pot. You and Todd had been through everything together. He was the only reason you had an ounce of safety here, he protected you because he loves you. You repeated those thoughts, pressing out all the loud objections your mind was broadcasting. Things might be complicated between you but he always did his best for you. 

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His name was Finn Shelby, and he came every Friday to wait in the hallway for a half hour, despite the fact that the papers were always ready at exactly the same time. 

He always brought you sweets and asked about how your day was. Tried to make you laugh, liked to see you smile. You were still wary of him, so you were grateful for the setting. Staff would pass by and for once you were confident that if you shouted they would actually come to help you. 

Sweets turned into books. He’d bring you anything you’d wanted to read but was missing in the library, as well as his favorite novels. You’d stay up late running your fingers over the notes he’d written in the margins. Finn always wanted to hear your thoughts to compare and contrast. He took special care in listening to your opinion, arguing his counterpoints politely with passion. Conversations like this were completely new to you. None of the others enjoyed talking about things in detail like this. 

More people noticed you like to chat with him. Eventually, this meant that Todd knew you liked to chat with a handsome man from management. Some of the girls not too much younger than you had started up a story about how he was going to steal you away and make you a princess. You thought it was cute, knowing that very few of them had seen any type of romance or partnership. Not that it was anything other than friendship, you just didn't have the heart to break it to them. 

This went over about as well as you thought it would. 

“Cheating on me with a guy who's probably 3 times your age!” Todd stormed into the library shouting, causing some of the kids to jump. “You’re disgusting, everything I’ve done for you and you want to run off with some bastard.” 

“Todd, stop,” you said firmly, upset by how some of the younger kids were starting to duck under the tables. “He’s from management, he wanted to talk about my ideas, how the kids are performing in their studies. Stuff like that.” You were surprised at how easily you lied. You sounded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Why would someone like that take an interest in me eh?” The nail in the coffin. His face flushed as he realized his stupidity. 

You liar! Your mind started to scream, but you were not cheating. Having friends is different from cheating? Right? He brought you things that were huge for you, but in his world, they were very small. That’s why he did it, clearly, he looked down on you, he was kind out of charity. Plus he was poor growing up, he was just being kind. 

“You tell him if he wants to know about this place. That he should come to me.” He said in a venomous tone. You knew this was just the end of the public show. You’d be in big trouble later. 

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Todd was very mad in the days following your spat in the library. It was layers of anger. You knew he was struggling to adjust. Suddenly we were expected to do school work, and learn basic skills so we could fend for ourselves once we aged out of the system. This was a miracle for you, eating up everything you could. Excited for life outside. You didn't care about how difficult things would be, you were willing to die trying. 

Todd was determined to stay within the walls that made him. He hated the changes, hated the things he had to do. All the old staff that used to favor him, were gone. You saw this as a victory, they did unspeakable things to you and the children, but Todd always said he sucked up to them to get them to be easier on everyone. Seeing him now you weren't so sure. 

You stood there in the doorway of your dorm room. Tragically all the girls you shared the space with were out in the courtyard enjoying the rare bit of sun. 

His jaw was clenched and his hands balled into tight fists. You didn't understand why someone with such a capacity for love and kindness, spent most of their time being so cruel. The small sock of sweets was next to him and the book Finn had lent you was ripped in half laying on the floor beside your bed. 

You knew he’d twisted this all up, just like he’d twisted up the new system here. 

“Todd. Really, he was just being kind.” You pleaded softly, hoping it would get through and he could see how stupid this all was. He looked at you and you could how large a price you were going to pay for his kindness. 

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You were out for a whole week. 

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The next week you were back to your studies but unable to carry out your chores. You’d lied about what had happened. You didn't know what the rules were or the punishments for such a fight. Before the change over nothing would have happened, now you were worried they might hurt him back. 

A darker part of you suggested that it might be best that way. 

But you didn't have the heart to do it. Todd wasn't a bad person, he just had some difficult issues. 

“Miss?” Rachel poked her head into the library. She was an exceptionally kind woman. She kept asking you every day if you were ready to tell her what actually happened. Every day you lied. 

“I fell down the stairs,” you answered automatically. 

“No. Mr. Shelby has requested to see you.” Her eyes were slightly hopeful and you hated it. Why on earth was everyone determined to ruin your life. You knew that you only had one option. His family owned the place. 

You took your time going down the stairs, your mind telling you over and over to just go back upstairs. Todd was going to be so mad, and you didn't want to hurt him again. 

You approached the door and Rachel motioned for you to go in. Quickly you pulled the sleeves of your dress down hoping that it made things look a bit better. 

Seeing his eyes widen on you told you that it did not improve things one bit. You sat down in the chair next to him without looking at him. Eventually, the headmistress broke the silence. 

“Mr. Shelby would like to offer you an extra tutor so you can get your studies up to a university level. You're normally rather bright so I have suggested that you share them with the other students who are at the same academic level.” Mrs. Roy explained. It was too nice, too big of a gesture. And you knew that Todd would make your life hell for accepting such an offer. You leaving the orphanage was a tough topic. You going to university would be world-ending. You were still trying to make sense of the whole thing when Finn motioned toward you. Finally, you looked at him, holding himself in disbelief.  

“What in the bloody hell happened to her?” Finn asked in a tone that made the hair on your arms raise. 

“She fell down the stairs.” Mrs. Roy gave you a tense look. “Or at least that’s what she claims happened.” 

“Bullshit” Finn said darkly. He sat there waiting for a response from you but all you could think about was jumping out of the window. “Considering she fell down the stairs on the property, I have no choice but to take her to be inspected by a doctor.“ 

“No. No, I'm fine really.” You quickly said, feeling your heart thud painfully. You looked at him and felt your mouth go dry at the set of his face. His eyes were positively murderous. “I’m just clumsy” You mumbled, unable to look away from his dark gaze. 

“Unfortunately it’s in my best interest to get you checked over. Avoid any legal issues.” You opened your mouth to decline again. “I insist.” He answered sharply. 

There was a quiet moment and you gave him a nod still unable to speak. The door opened rapidly causing you to jump. 

“Oi, what on earth is taking so long. She either wants an education or she's smart enough to know it doesn't help!” a man's voice boomed and you squeezed your eyes shut, crossing your arms across your chest tightly. “Oh.” his voice softened considerably. 

“Arthur, let’s help her to the car,” Finn said sternly, he gave the man a look you didn't quite understand. Arthur gave him a nod, he started to move towards you causing your body involuntarily shrink into the chair. Finn stood up quickly and held a hand out to you. 

“Just trust me, eh?” 

You didn't want to. You wanted to go to bed and pretend that Finn Shelby didn’t exist. You wanted to be alone. But he had the upper hand, and the eyes of all the adults in the room only added pressure. You let him help you up, his hands didn’t leave you after that. He walked you out of the building with his arm wrapped around your waist and helped you into the front seat of a black Bentley. Arthur lumbered into the back seat. 

You sat there terrified of the whole situation, currently, you were three streets further than you had been since you were ten years old in a car with two men. After 14 years of age,  people were allowed to leave the orphanage to walk into the city, but you never trusted the staff with the little ones enough to leave. Immediately you said a prayer hoping that everything would be fine in your absence. 

“Where we headed now?” Arthur called out from the back seat, pulling you from your worries. You had no idea how a man could take up so much space and be so loud. Sneaking a look over your shoulder you wondered if he was drunk. Finn was driving away from the city at a fast speed. 

“The infirmary” Finn answered him with an irritated sigh. 

“Nah, get us to the Garrison. Tommy’s there, he’ll want to talk to her.” 

“Tommy can wait.” 

“She’s bruised up, but she’s got nothin’ broken. I can tell she’s alright just by lookin’ her over” 

“Stop lookin’ her over. She’s fine when they say she’s fine.” Finn quipped. As the conversation was progressing you knew right away that they must be brothers. 

“Wasting the poor girl's time. First, she takes a beating, now you're going to make her wait around in the bloody infirmary.” Arthur argued on. “We’re the ones that need to figure out what happened anyway” 

“ ‘Not wasting her time.” You could tell that he was almost out of patience. 

“Look I've taken a beating, you’ve taken a beating. We both know she’s fucking fine. Let’s get this over with so we avenge her and you can -” 

“BECAUSE SHE’S- FU-” Finn pulled the car over and jumped out of the car. Arthur followed him out onto the side of the road. “WE HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED. I’m NOT taking her TO A FUCKING PUB full of MEN. She - fucksakes Arthur. What if - you know. She’s not going to tell us that, ESPECIALLY IN A DODGY PUB” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Maybe stuff’s been going on and she needs serious help. We can't give her that.” 

You looked at him and watched carefully how he was when he was angry. Tense, loud, you could tell he was dangerous, but not to you, not to his brother. He was so upset at the state you were in. Enough to imply that he would take you to a doctor and pay for anything you needed. Tears started to well up in your eyes and you fought yourself to keep your composure. 

Arthur seemed to think about it for a moment. He said something quietly for once that seemed to calm Finn down. 

Surely he’s only doing this to hurt you in his own way. Your stomach twisted painfully and you noticed Arthur opening the driver’s side door. 

“Alright, here's the plan, love. Take you to the Garrison to meet with Thomas. My Aunt Pol is there and we can sort out what's needed. However, if there’s any pressing stuff that’s wrong with ya, we’ll continue on to the hospital.” His eyes were so soft, despite him being so big and frightening. Who the hell made these boys you wondered. Designed to get what they want, sweet enough you’d let them take it willingly. 

“No, I don’t think -” You shook your head as the words got stuck. “Pub is fine.” 

“That’s a girl!” He leaned out of the car and looked over at Finn. “You sure picked a tough one! She’s fine with the pub.” He smiled widely earning him a firm slap on the arm from Finn. 

“Do you always got to be like this?” He said in an irritated tone, his face flushed from being teased. 

“I’m the eldest, it's my given right to be like this.” He said, giving you a wink. You thought about what they were like with each other and tried to predict what type of family they were as you drove back towards the city. 

Finn opened your door and helped you out. He seemed to prefer standing as close to you as possible, something you would have to keep an eye on to understand better. Part of you felt a bit like a celebrity being escorted in by security. Walking towards the entrance you noticed a group of boys that would hang out with Todd occasionally. You hoped they didn't notice the situation. 

Going through the doorway all worries about Todd were left outside for the new onslaught of things to worry about. 

It was dead silent. An empty fucking pub, with a few people around a table near the back. All the attention was on you as an outsider. Your stomach dropped and Finn moved you closer. 

“Oi, Family only! Not a battered women’s meeting.” One of the men called out, earring him a hearty punch from the woman sitting next to him. Your feet felt stuck though. This was a huge mistake, they were going to eat you alive. Probably send you into the sex trade or something horrible. People didn't care about girls like you, and they certainly didn't invest time, money, or medical help on tainted goods. You’d never be a respected member of society. 

“Come off, John. S’Fucking rude.” Arthur said, pulling a seat out for you. 

“You're one to talk,” John replied cheekily. The woman next to him was impossibly beautiful. She had dark eyes curled with black makeup, her curly hair framing her face. With one look she stole the smile off his face. You hoped that she’d be on your side. A clinking sound caught your ear and you saw another woman caring a glass of amber liquid. She came over to you and placed it down on the worn table. 

Before you could say thank you she pinched the bottom of your chin gently, guiding your face to see the damage. Most of it had faded to a soft purple color. She gave you a knowing smile and took the seat on the other side of you. 

You were grateful for her presence felt like a strong barrier between you and the man in the suit. You realized they were the two that came to shout at the nuns. In the short moment of silence, your mind wandered back to a vampire novel you’d read once. Impossibly beautiful, large family, extremely wealthy, very pale… 

“Gimme a name.” The man said catching you off guard. You assumed that this must be Tommy. Finn caught your hand under the table giving it a careful squeeze. The intended bit of courage was well received. You took a deep breath.

“Mr. Shelby, it wasn’t involving a staff member, so it’s not a concern of yours. I promise I won’t take legal action or anything” You thought back to what Finn had said in the office. This earned you a snort from the cheeky man. 

“Staff members should have been better at handling the situation. Therefore it's our problem.” 

Is it though? You asked in your mind. This was the most absurd thing you’d ever experienced. 

“I see, well it started over -” Before you could finish the door whipped open like a gunshot causing you to jump. 

“YOU WILL NOT STEAL HER AWAY fROM ME.” Todd’s voice rang out into the empty pub. You were a strange mix of frightened and embarrassed, and enough of the latter to pick up the glass of amber liquid and drink it down in one gulp. The woman next to you put her arm across your body telling you to stay put. 

Finn got up slowly and turned to face off with Todd. 

“You didn’t start this. Let them finish it.” The woman whispered into your ear and you wondered how on earth she could read this situation. The amber liquid hit you at the same time as her perfume. A sudden sense of safety washed over you. 

Tommy gave a nod to Arthur and John and they both got up looking like hungry wolves. Todd was shouting at Finn as he moved towards him across the pub. The shouting stopped as soon as the pub door closed. 

Then you were alone with them. The younger woman took a sip of her glass. 

“Love it when things sort themselves out.” She gave you a little smile. “I’m Esme, sorry about John.” 

You shook your head hoping she could translate it into don't worry about it. You didn't trust yourself to speak. 

The door blew open and you heard Arthurs's voice. 

“Just call it Arthur,” Tommy called out cutting him off. He looked oddly calm for the situation, eyes searching you constantly. 

“YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER, BY ORDER OF THE PEAKY BLINDERS.” He called out at ear-splitting volume. All sounds of fighting were silenced. 

Finn came back inside and Polly moved her arm off of you. 

“S’taken care of.” He said to you looking wild. His hair was a mess, face flushed, but not marked. Todd didn’t seem to land a punch. Guess that’s a perk of being 6 ft and covered in wirey muscle. His arm draped across your shoulder easily and a sense of peace washed over you. He filled your glass and drank his own down. You watched the bright red of his split knuckles contrast with the pale skin of his hands. 

Tommy looked at Polly and she held his gaze for a moment. 

“If she won’t I will,” Esme said in a tone that made you feel like she was challenging Polly. 

“I already said she’d come with me,” Polly answered. 

“Nobody bothered mentioning this to me?” Finn answered. 

“Now you know how I feel.” You responded out loud earning you a chuckle from John. 

“Come stay with me for a few weeks, if you don’t like it we can find another home to place you in.” 

“Right, because we have so many friends,” John said and you wondered who the hell these people were. 

“Alright. Erm - thank you.” you thought for a moment then looked at her. “Thank you” You said with more feeling. You tried to get it through your head that she was giving you a chance to be adopted. 

“Finn says you are exceptionally bright,” Tommy said easily, taking a drag of his cigarette. 

“I - I Don’t -” 

“Let’s see how she settles in before sending her to slave away at your cause,” Esme said sharply, earning her a look of caution from John. 

“Welcome.” Tommy said giving you a stare that made you uneasy. “ Finn will take her to Pol’s place. Arthur will brief you after.” Tommy ordered. Polly’s hand tightened on your arm. You gave her a nod that it was fine and she let go. 

Finn got you up and led you out. Stepping out of the pub you were not shocked at the amount of blood washed over the cobbles. There was no sight of Todd. 

Finn still kept you close to his side as he got you into the car. Settling in next to him you watched as he started the car. 

“Really, you won't have to worry about him anymore.” Finn said giving you a look as he pulled out a cigarette. You couldn't help but frown. “I - I know it's not easy. Chasing people like that out of your life.” He gave you a look of apology. “I’m assuming this is my doing, so I’ll do my best to make it right.” 

You didn't know what you say. Your heart was hammering loudly, so you just gave him a nod. 

“Well, that’s my family. I’ll give John shit for what he said later by the way.” 

“I think Esme has it handled.” You said quietly remembering how prickly she seemed. Finn laughed.

“She’s a bit of a firecracker. I think you’ll both get along. I’ll warn you though. Poll lost her daughter when she was young. Not sure how she’ll feel about ya, but I have the idea that she’ll probably try to smother ya.” He prattled on easily as he drove you through the city. The gray light procuring in making the red still staining his knuckles more vibrant. He seemed perfectly at ease, curly hair ruffling from the cracked window, smoke curling around him, he could have been going for a drive in the countryside with his wife judging by the way he held himself. 

“Sorry, I forgot. Did you need to go see a doctor? I can call one to the house or I can drive you to the hospital. It’s not a bother for me” He asked seeming considerably tenser. 

“The nurse looked me over at the time. Nothing’s broken, just bruised.” You told him. “It - erm - wasn’t that bad. Not since I was - younger.” You knew he understood without you saying it outright. Better for him to know what he was pursuing if he was pursuing you at all. His fingers gripped the wheel and his jaw set for a moment. 

Part of you started to panic that he would take you back, not wanting anything to do with someone like you. 

“That’s. I don’t think I have anything helpful to say about it. Other than I’m sorry.” He said stiffly. Eventually, he let go of the wheel to place one hand palm up in the seat between the two of you. You thought about it cautiously, but your heart yearned to hold his hand. You laced your fingers in his and you could feel his mood shift considerably. 

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Staying with Polly was everything you had ever dreamed of. She worried you felt like a doll being dragged around, but you assured her you enjoyed the attention. She kept you in the house, on rest. Saying it was better to sleep away all your past demons, so you could move forward. You’d never had so much attention in your life. Tea and soup are brought to you constantly. She’d draw you a bath and wash your hair, brushing it and braiding every night before bed. 

You learned a lot about her family, who she was, and her heritage. All the things you didn't know about or have yourself. 

She and Esme took you shopping once your skin cleared up, getting you everything you’d need.

The only thing that was off, or in your eyes, funny. Was Finn wasn't allowed in the house except for tea in the afternoon. Polly wanted him to give you as much space as possible. Something your heart seemed to struggle with. 

He’d sit across from you at the breakfast table for tea, despite his aunt’s wishes he come every day. Polly would bustle around the house, and then conveniently start working on the kitchen. Cleaning the blinds or reorganizing the dishes in the cupboard. He found it annoying, but you only felt cared for. 

She’d tell you how she cared for Finn, but didn't want you to get rushed into things while you were sorting out what happened to you with Todd. She had plenty of experience and wisdom to offer as you navigate the fallout. 

Finn was a bit of sunshine in the overall challenge you were being met with. Now he’d bring flowers for your room, small gifts, big gifts, a bracelet, a silk scarf, and your favorite a plush bear that sat on your bed. 

Polly was always slightly amazed at the conversations you’d have with him. Politics, literature, science, art. You had to explain that all you had were books and newspapers so you read them thoroughly. 

He was over one afternoon, while Polly was off in the living room shouting at Tommy about something over the phone. 

“How are you managing?” He asked leaning back in his chair. 

“I’m happy. I don’t know how to thank you for everything. I think Polly will keep me.” You said with a big smile. 

“Keep you? She won’t ever let you go. Don’t worry about that.” He took a sip of tea. “Everything else is alright. You look tired.” His face flushed. “Not that you don’t look beautiful - I just meant -” He started to stutter and it warmed your heart even more. 

“I’m not the best at sleeping. Used to being in a room of girls, being woken up by the little ones. Not used to it being so quiet. Polly gives me stuff for it, but the dreams I get are horrible when I take it.” 

He nodded empathetically. Things moved on to a passionate debate about a book you had just finished. Your voice raised to cut him off and Polly flew through the room then realized you were both being ridiculous and went back to shouting at Tommy. 

You both broke out laughing hearing her call him back to pick up right where she left off. 

“He’d like to know if youre interested in bookkeeping? I told him you used to help with that stuff at the orphanage.” 

You nodded. Having a responsibility in the family made you feel like you would become a more permanent addition. Plus it gave you a chance to give them something back for everything they do for you. 

“I would love to help.” 

“The shop gets a bit rowdy but one of us is always around.” He seemed slightly worried about it looking out the kitchen window. “We’ll work something out.” He smiled at you. 

___

That night you laid in bed reading as sleep avoided you. 

There was a noise in the yard that caused you to jump. Then you heard the sound of snapping and tearing of greenery. You thought of the many enemies you were sure that the family had, your mind eventually settling on the possibility of it being Todd. 

Your hands started to shake and you froze in place. Your mind was screaming at you to go get Polly, or at least call out for her to save you. 

There was a dark shape at the top of your balcony and you watched as it flopped onto the small patio. The figure straightened itself out into the shape of Finn. 

He waved at you innocently and you burst into tears. The door swung open and you watched him panic.

“Shhhhh. Sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll go - I’m going. It’s okay. Nothings wrong. Sorry.” He stumbled about. 

“No, stay.” You whispered taking a deep breath. You just frightened me and I froze up. I’m crying - I’m just relieved it's you.” You sniffled, and you motioned for him to sit on your bed next to you. 

You rested your head on his shoulder and felt yourself relax. His lips pressed into the top of your head causing your heart to race for a different reason. 

“Just couldn't stop worrying about you staying up all night. Chased by bad dreams.” 

“You came to fight them off have you?” 

“Always ready for a fight, love” He answered slipping his shoes off to sit back on the bed properly. You settled against him easily, knowing that if an issue arose one yell and Polly would be in here raising hell. 

You both talked about where you were in the book you were reading until your eyes started to get heavy. 

“Here, just rest.” He scooted down onto the bed and you let him position you under his arm. Your body went limp against him and sleep took you immediately. 

_______________

You woke up on your side, heavy arms wrapped around you and your back pressed into warmth. Your groggy brain tried to figure it out till you peaked over your shoulder to see Finn snoring away. You forgot about all thoughts of getting up and laid there as the sun poured in from your window. 

Eventually, the thought struck you - What about Polly? What time is it? 

You tensed up and tried to sit up to look at the clock. His arms tightened around you pulling you down close to his chest. He was stronger than he looked. He woke up quickly shifting upwards to scan the room. 

“What’s wrong? You okay?” he said in a groggy tone. 

Still trapped against him you mumbled into his chest. “The time? What time is it?” 

“Fuck.” He whispered relaxing, he gave you a good squeeze before loosening his grip. “She probably already knows I’m here.” 

“Will she kick me out?” Sharp panic started to rise up inside you. 

“Nah I doubt it. I’ll catch shit for it, not you.” He stretched out and sighed. Looking him over you felt very sad that he had to leave. 

You both devised a plan to get him out the front door as you could tell Polly was in the kitchen. You snuck down the stairs and stopped when you heard voices. Both of you sat down. 

“Polly you worry for her too much. Finn is a good boy. Better than the lot of them. He might have filled out, but he’s still just a kid compared to the rest of the family.” You heard Esme’s voice pleading with her. 

“She deserves a normal life. Thomas might have him playing in the sandbox for now but that won't be forever.” 

“Doesn't mean he’ll turn out like Tommy or Aurthur. Hell, even John isn’t that bad.” 

“Because that’s what Thomas wants. He’s only as good as Thomas wants him to be.” 

“Look you care for the girl, I care for the girl. But Finn’s the reason she’s here. Because he wouldn’t shut up about her. Since the bloody day he met her all he talks about is how smart she is, how the light catches her eyes, I swear I caught him trying to write poetry the other day. Plus the boy is determined above all else to get her into uni. He wants the same thing you do - for her to have a good life.” 

You watched Finn as she continued with wide eyes. His face was bright red and his eyes were scrunched up in embarrassment. This reaction made you love him even more. You couldn't tell him that it was alright. That you’d laid awake thinking of him every night since you met him. Not being able to speak you did the next best thing you could think of. You leaned up towards him and placed your mouth on his. He jumped slightly pulling away from you before he grabbed your face and kissed you properly. 

Air flew out of your lungs as your fists gripped the collar of his shirt somehow desperate to have him closer. His strength won against yours and he broke the kiss, to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

He held you in a tight embrace preventing you from having to do anything for a moment. Polly and Esme started laughing about something and you both snapped out of it.

“Go out with me then?” He whispered into your ear. “Tomorrow at 8, I’ll pick you up.”  He moved down the stairs quietly and slipped out the front door leaving you sitting there in silence. 

Not knowing what to do you decided to just get it over with. You walked into the kitchen probably looking a mess. They looked you over and started laughing even louder.

You put more water in the kettle and got it on the stove as Esme enjoyed teasing you. 

“How did he get in here anyway?” Polly asked as you sat down. 

“Don’t tell her that or next time he might not get in!” Esme laughed. 

“Any way. He might have stopped by to ask me out. Tomorrow at 8.” You said while focusing on buttering your toast. “And if it’s alright with you I’d like to go.” 

“Took him all night to ask you then” Esme joked, and you watched as Polly tried to hold back a smile. 

“He comes in through the front door. If he’s in your room the door stays open. You must be home by ten.” 

“Oh come on Poll, he’s picking her up at 8 doesn't leave time for much?” 

“That’s the point,” Polly responded dryly, Esme put her arm around you and made a puppy dog face. “Fine 12”

“Now we need to get you something to wear!” Esme said triumphantly. 

__________

After that, he took you out twice a week and came over almost every night. Polly loosened up when she saw how well the two of you got along. Helping you get ready and the excitement Esme brought to the situation seemed to be enough for her to trust the situation. 

Things with Finn were becoming more settled while problems with Tommy were just beginning. You were quite afraid of him, the way he and Polly would argue made you feel anxious. You didn't have it in you to talk to people like she could, which made you feel as if he would probably walk all over you. 

Your first day made you very nervous. He had called you in to try it out conveniently while Polly was away on business for a few days. You got dressed in black and tried to wear something polished. 

Thomas was friendly enough, or as much as you thought him capable. He had you sit at a desk on the main floor. Organizing the papers and getting everything calculated was an easy enough task. You were triple checking your work to ensure you hadn't missed anything when the shop suddenly fell silent. Tommy had been talking to a plump man near the front desk, and Lizzy's face was pulled into a sour look. 

Your face got hot when the man's gaze was focused on you. Had you already done something wrong? Your hands started to shake and you wished more than anything that Finn was in the shop today.

You were waiting for Tommy to snap either at you for screwing up, or the man for running his mouth. 

His eyes narrowed at the man, he pulled out his gun and pistol-whipped him across the face. 

There was a painful noise that cut through the tense silence and you squeezed your eyes shut. Arthur came through and wordlessly took the man out of the shop and into the alleyway. Tommy stood there pinching the bridge of his nose looking very tired. 

“She’s only to work in my office from now on.” He said to Lizzy waiting for her to nod before storming out of the office. 

“Come on, love.” She helped you collect all the stuff you were working on. You were to sit in Tommy’s spot which made you extra afraid to mess up what papers were already thrown across the desk. Lizzy looked at you and gave you a sad smile. You really wanted to know what that man had said about you.  

“It’s not easy. He’s beyond temperamental, John can be a real asshole, and Arthur's only got a fraction of his mind left. Polly can be vicious, Esme selfish. Finn’s still young and reckless. But if youre family they won’t let anyone in the world get to you.” She patted your shoulder and then left to answer the phone. 

You watched over her tall frame trying to understand her words. You quickly forced yourself to get back to work so you wouldnt make Tommy more angry. 

The day passed but Lizzy suggested you stay late, coming up with different piles of work for you to do. You didnt want to be bothersome so you just kept working. Once you saw Tommy come back you realised she gave you more work to keep you here. 

He came into his office and shut the door. You felt yourself go rigid not sure what to do as you were sitting in his spot. Suddenly you felt like a little kid sitting in their dads chair. 

“That man from earlier did you know him?” He asked while pouring two glasses of whiskey. 

“No” You went pale. What if he lied about you, what did he say? Panic was starting to take over. He placed a drink infront of you then sat in the chair across the desk. He studied you for a moment.

“He mentioned he was friends with some of the men that worked for the orphanage. Said some untastful things about you.” His words were matter of fact, and bland. His face gave nothing away but you could tell he was about to tell you that you were bringing shame on his family. 

You eyes immediately looked under his desk for a wate basket. 

“We handled in. Eh, no men left to bother you. Well ‘except for Finn of course.” 

“What do you mean?” You blurted the question out. 

“The men that hurt you. Cant hurt people any more.” He said it with a cold voice but his eyes were burning in a way that told you he’d seen similar things in his own life.

“Thank you” You answered uneasily. 

“You like staying with Polly.” He asked quickly. 

“Yes. Very much” 

“Does Finn bother you?” 

“No, Not at al Finn is great -” 

“Your happy?” 

“I think so” You didnt want to say yes if he was just going to take those things away. He took a long sip of his whiskey. 

“Lizzy says you got extra work done today.” 

“Yes, I dont think she wanted to let me leave.” 

“I told her to make you stay.” 

“Ah” 

“I’ll fight it out with Polly over what she thinks a fair wage is. But I’d like you in here weekdays.” 

“Yes - thank you” You said awkwardly. You finished your whiskey and he drove you home. Much like Finn, he walked close to you with an arm around you. Unlike Finn it made your heart hurt. 

That night he spoke with Polly in the kitchen leading to a fight. Finn came up via the balcony to embrace you tightly wanting to know what happened. You explained it to him, and gave him the back story you knew Tommy wanted. Finn looked much like he did, but relaxed slightly when you said Tommy had taken care of it. 

_________________

Between Tommy and Polly, everything that you could have wanted from parents, you got. They were hard on Finn, yelled at you when you missed curfew, prasied you when you excelled. Made sure that you felt ssafe everywhere you went. 

Arthur and John were harder for you to get used to with how loud they were and the jokes they make. Its not till someone is following you on the way to work. You start to walk fast, mind racing. When you  turn the corner you see Arthur and John smoking out front. You start running towards them and grip onto Arhtur’s arm. 

“Oi What’s this then?”Arthur said putting an arm around you. 

“I think someone’s following me. She whispered into his chest, gipping him tightly. 

“Tan blazer.” He asked sternly. You only nodded 

You didnt hear anything else except some type of cracking and yelping sounds. Arthur brought you into the shop and John followed in. He washed his hands and you sat at Tommy’s desk watching them fall all over eachother tying to figure out what to do. 

Covered in two blankets, cup of tea, large glass of whiskey, and John stood there patting your shoulder while on the phone with Esme. 

“She says we should give you the day off” 

“Tommy might not like that.”

“Not like we havent fought him before.” 

“Mph, She cant work shaking like a leaf.” 

“Paler than snow. S’not right” 

They went back and forth and stopped when Tommy opened the door. They had some type of debrief about how you needed to rest and go home. He only told them that you were to stay by his side till they figured it out. He gave you enough comfort to make you feel safe, and the right amount of structure to keep your mind off of the whole thing. 

After that you were much more trusting of them. John would have you over to hang out with Esme - the two of them would let you and Finn tag along to go dancing. They didnt mind if the two of you spent the night in the guest room after a night of going out - with the door shut…

Arthur was always giving you combat tips. Telling you that you stopped freezing in conflict, now you liked to run away. Next step you’d be off fighting off your problems. You weren’t sure that’s how recovery worked, but humored him anyway. When one of the men in the shop was acting out of line he held the guy stedy shouting at you to land a hit. It happened so quickly you panicked, dropped your tea,  and hit him as hard as you could with the part of your fist Arthur had taught you. Felt good watching that man go down, good that you could manage a hit that hard. Then the voices hit you and you were in tears. Arthur held you, trying his best to confort you with examples of violence in the bible. Tommy nearly threw him through a wall when he showed up. He kneeled down infront of you. 

“Look at me. My brother. He’s all over the place sometimes - sometimes out of line. Yes, you should know how to do things to protect yourself. No I will not have you thrown into conflict when ever he feels it’s a teaching moment.” His blue eyes searched yours looking for a sense of understanding. You started crying again because he cared so much. You wrapped your arms around his neck and felt him hug you back. A rare sight. The door to his office blew open again 

“Out!” He shouted. 

“No bloody chance.” You heard Finn respond bitterly. He sat on the couch next to you and quickly grabbed your hand. Tommy softened once he understood Finns intentions. You watched as he carefully looked over your knuckles. They were red and tender but nothing compared to how his often looked. Once happy with his inspection he wrapped a ice pack around them with a cotton scarf. 

“I don’t want him anywhere near her if he’s go-” 

“I handled it.” Tommy interrupted. 

“He didnt mean anything bad by it. He said I used to freeze up, now I run away. Eventually I’ll fight, then I’ll be sorted. It’s progress. It’s not bad, just new.” 

Finn grabbed your face. “Run. And always run to me. All of that is nonsense, if you ever need to fight, you will.” He chuckled. “Lots of fight in you. Lot’s of progress too.” 

Finn made a point of never pressuring you into doing anything. He always wanted you to have time and space to make decisions, big ones like working at the shop or even little ones like ordering food when you went out. You had time to think, space to argue. Your voice was always heard. He made sure that no one trampled over you in family meetings. You watched as his family changed towards him, seeing him as the man he was. He would drive you to work and pick you up everyday. And everyday there was something else to talk about, laugh about. 

Eventually, You got accepted into a university in London. It was hard for you to leave them, you made quite a spectacle of the whole situation. So Tommy sat you down in his office and gave you an important choice. 

“Now, Finn’s my brother. But I’ll ask you anyway, we have new opertunities expanding in London and I need someone to over see it. If this is your time to break away and sort yourself or whatever it is people do when they go to university. I won’t send him to do it.” 

You had to think about what he was trying to ask you and for once you felt what Polly felt when she spoke to him. 

“ARE YOU CALLING ME A WHORE?” You demanded. “IMPLYING I WOULD SLEEP AROUND - YOU - ” Your hands were in tight fists. 

“No, NO, Just want to know if you want space from us lot.” He answered quickly with his hands up. Normally he always looked so stern and frightening but to you he turned into what you imagined a dad would look like. 

“I’m upset because there will be space. I - very upset.” You started to breath heavy. 

“Then I’ll send Finn and you can share a flat with him. We’ll be around a lot. Ada’s there as well.” 

You nodded at him. Grateful that he thought of this, when you thought about what he was saying again you realised that he was asking if you wanted the opportunity to separate from them entirely. A thought that made your heart hurt more than it ever had. These people, these were your people. 

“Do I get to help pick the flat then?” You said, unable to get any of the mushy stuff out. 

“Whatever you want.” You could tell he was just relieved you seemed back in a better mood.

UGH, Tommy walking her down the aisle. Finn and her having babies. Them calling Polly grandma. Polly just having a daughter relationship and loving you to pieces. Finn looking up to Tommy for fathering advice, Tommy realizing that he was all Finn had for a father. How that changes their relationship slightly.

I could go on forever. I honestly didn't want to stop writing this one because it was so cute!

@kpopgirlbtssvt

[moonpetrichors-blog]

What Do The Sully Family Smell Like?

Tags: Headcanons, Sully Family Scents

Warnings: None

Characters: Jake, Neytiri, Kiri, Lo’ak, Neteyam

Signature scents of the Sully family/what I think they’re attributed with.

I thought it’d be kinda fun to write like unique scents they have and while this isn’t an x reader, it’d be kinda funny in a diff setting if idfk reader is like “neteyam do u use strawberry scented shampoo😲” or some shit LMAOAOA

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Jake Sully

Jake smells like Cinnamon.

For a spicy man, he gets a spicy scent fr

Nah but I feel like Jake smelling like Cinnamon is super comforting

He’s just got that super homely dad vibe

Cinnamon is spicy, sweet, and warm yet enticing all in one, which I feel like perfectly portrays Jake

Also, how cute would it be when his children snuggle up with him and get instantly calmed by his scent?? 😭😭

Like if Tuk can’t fall asleep it’s guaranteed she will if you put her in Jake’s arms OFHWFEGWEIJ

This is also biased because I love cinnamon. Fav scent for my fav sully 🙏

… … … … … . . ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ,,  ⌲˘͈ᵕ˘͈      

Neytiri

Neytiri has an old earthy scent.

And I don’t mean like dirt, I mean the way flowers and aged trees smell.

She looks and smells like what you would expect of a Na’vi from the forest.

Similarly to her mate, Neytiri has a woody scent to her.

But ‘old earthy’ can encompass a lot of things.

Neytiri smells like the definition of what it means to be Omaticaya; grass, herbs, running water, a crisp breeze, you name it.

I like to think that wherever home is it’s with her, because she quite literally carries a part of it with her.

Her scent is also super comforting to the family.

Whenever the kids are missing the Omaticaya, cuddling with Neytiri is a way for them to relieve their homesickness.

As for Jake, Neytiri is simply a reminder of all the things he fell in love with when coming to Pandora.

Like the earthly scent she has to her, she really grounds everyone.

… … … … … . . ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ,,  ⌲˘͈ᵕ˘͈      

Kiri

Kiri is deffo a sage girl 🤭

Like her scent, she’s strong and leaves an impression.

It’s herbaceous and woodsy like her parents, yet bitter.

Yknow, for her sass LMAO

Okay maybe I’m just giving everyone tree smells but like u can’t blame me 💀

I feel like Sage also really suits Kiri because you definitely often see it in the spiritual community

Kiri knows what herbs are good for healing, is deeply spiritual, and is strongly connected to Eywa

So I feel like it’s no brainer that Kiri would smell like sage, a scent that’s associated with spirituality, yk?

… … … … … . . ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ,,  ⌲˘͈ᵕ˘͈      

Lo’ak

OOO HE’S A SANDALWOOD AND VANILLA BOY

A deep, woody scent like the rest of his family

But it’s also floral and balsamic, yknow?

Lo’ak’s vibe definitely matches his scent since it’s sweet and soft like him, but is also alluring and charming.

He’s a copy paste of his father so of course he smells pretty homely and comforting too

He has a very warm and saccharine scent to him, but the sandalwood is a deep contrast to show how his personality can also take on a wild form.

(I also just love vanilla)

… … … … … . . ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ,,  ⌲˘͈ᵕ˘͈      

Neteyam

Neteyam exudes a scent of pine trees.

If Lo’ak’s scent has a vibe to it that’s a copy paste of his father, then Neteyam is a copy paste of his mother.

Literally just smells like home.

We all know that Neteyam is good with kids since he has siblings, and Tuk is the youngest.

If Neytiri’s not available to comfort her children after their relocation, you know Neteyam’s scent is the next best thing that soothes them.

He smells sharp, sweet, and refreshing, which I think is fairly accurate to Neteyam’s character.

[awkwardtortilla]

Ayoo I discovered your blog not long ago and I find that what you write is really cool, so if you are interested can you make headcanons of the Madrigal grandchildren when they do summer activities with their S/O pls :))?

Ooo sounds fun

Summer Activities w/ the Madrigal grandkids

This is an interesting idea, I like it! Antonio isn’t on here tho bc he’s a wee babe. Sorry this took forever to answer I kinda forgot about it

warnings: none???

Isabela

I honestly think summer is Isa’s favorite season

Everything’s so bright and colorful and alive

So you guys would be all over the place

Lazy days at the beach

Wandering around the forest

Hell maybe even surfing

Oooo and food

Popsicles, ice cream, etc

There would rarely be a time you guys had a healthy meal

Idk if this counts as a summer activity but y’all would definitely do tie-dye projects as well

Luisa

I can’t really see Luisa doing anything super crazy or active

But she does really love hanging out at the beach with you

She would love making sand castles, burying each other in the sand, and collecting sea shells

She very much enjoys goofing off in the shallows with you

But Luisa is a more laidback person so her favorite is being sprawled out on a big ass blanket or towel under a big ass umbrella with you next to her

On said blanket or towel you guys would sit and watch the sunset

Your knees would be loosely tucked to your chest

She’d be leaning back on her hands with her legs spread out in front of her

You would sigh and rest your head on her shoulder

In return Luisa would rest her head on the top of yours

As the sun dips below the horizon your guys’ wide, lovesick grins would still be shining bright

God it would just be so wholesome, much like everything else with her

Mirabel

You would have to drag Mira out of the house

I mean she doesn’t like being cooped up and would love to go out with you but it’s just so friggin hot

So you’d have to bribe her with a “we can get fabric while we’re out?”

She’d be all dramatic and flop out of her chair and be like “fineeeee”

So y’all would get cold treats and roam about the market and Mira would insist that you were just here for fabrics but you’d lead her everywhere else

You guys would be sweaty as hell but you’d still hold hands

Idk it just seems like Mira would love holding your hand

You’d have so much fun shopping and ppl watching the heat would be forgotten

And by dinner you’d be so full of street food you’d have to skip the family meal

Dolores

Dolores would also not be doing anything super exciting

She’d go shopping and take walks around the town and spend days at the beach with you

I know, I know, I’ve said the beach for a lot of these but that’s the only summer activity I can think of

She seems like a pretty mature person but I could see her building sand castles and splashing around in the shallows

She’d love to walk along the shore as the sun sets, talking about nothing and everything, occasionally picking up a pretty seashell

She doesn’t seem like she’d be a fan of sweets either so probably not too many frozen treats but she’d enjoy an ice cream I think

Camilo

Oh boy

Summer activities with Camilo would be fun but chaotic as hell

I mean almost everything with him is but ya know

Like Isa, you and Milo would also be all over the place

You’d be dancing around town to street performers’ music

Handing ice cream and popsicles out to kids while stealing a few for yourselves

Exploring the forest, walking in streams, splashing in rivers

And if you’re going to the beach you’re gonna be there all day

You’ve got food, floaties, blankets, towels, more food, and one giant ass umbrella

Like it’s so big you’re pretty sure Camilo had to ask specifically for this size

You two are having a blast, building sand castles, finding critters in the sand, starting full blown splash wars in the water

You’d have to fight birds off your food but you were giggling about it after so it wasn’t all bad

You guys would be walking back to your blanket and umbrella as the sky starts to turn orange, finally settling down to watch the sunset

You’d plop down on your blanket and Camilo would wrap a big towel around you both, pulling you close and resting his chin on your shoulder

You’d probably take a deep, content breath and say “it’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

And I have no doubt he’d say “yeah” but not even be looking at the sky

Instead he’s looking at you

You’d scoff and laugh and shove him a little “god you’re so cheesy” but you can’t deny the blush

Camilo would laugh and pull you back into him and be like “ayy, you know you love it”

You’d probably miss the sunset bc of all your flirting and goofing around

[teecupangel]

Tags from @crispybureau

#*heart eyes all over this* #hmmmmm am thinking about how the family thinks des is crushing on ezio #but then they see how much des wants to TAKE CARE OF ezio and they all independently have a little ''oh'' moment #that maybe it isnt a romantic crush so much as some sort of emotional transference #which they arent entirely WRONG about #BUT back to des being desmond: #tasty ideas!! love them!! #giovani encouraging ''caterina'' to change her name just in case and des going ''wait i can do that'' and going full hog like #''can i pretend to be a man too'' and giovani is like ''sure ig???'' but then realises down the line that it isnt really pretending anymore #then of course it can go two ways #of A) giovani never telling the fam who or what desmond was before arriving and the gay panic happening #or B) the family DOES know but also come to accept des isnt just faking it. so fed or ezio goin along thinkin theyre straight #and then they realise des is a MAN and suddenly have to confront their feelings for des in an entirely different way than expected #im super curious about your thoughts on how you think the italian brotherhood is taking giovani's mystery apprentice #we already know the florentine auditore are pretty separate from them at this time for being too close to the medicci #how does the rest of the brotherhood feel about giovani taking on an apprentice before hes even started training ezio? #that it's a stranger? #whoops is this another one where people think giovani has a bastard child lmao #teecupangel #other people's writing #cj rambles #desmond #ezio #giovani auditore #and then also what lengths will giovani go to protect desmond or would he encourage him to return to the duke? #giovani (and the time period) place such a heavy importance on family and filial piety.....

We can absolutely go for the idea that @thedragonqueen1998 had

Ooo, the gay crisis could be so sweet and angsty. Maybe finally the love interest and Desmond start getting physical and when Desmond reveals he is technically a woman, our loverboy could be like "Oh! I am not gay and we can be as openly involved as possible because your a woman!" and just crush Desmond's heart. Leading to the typical "lovers split" part in any romance story. XD Then the brother could be the one to knock some sense into our interest Because didn't they love Desmond when they thought he was a man and does his gender matter? Cue loverboy trying to win back Desmond. ^^

I personally lean towards Ezio(truly, my OTP XD), but Fedes is cute too. ^^

Oh man, that would be such sweet sweet angst, I love it. Just Ezio (or Federico) not understanding why Desmond is heartbroken by his words and having to go through an entire ��journey’ just to understand what he’s going through while Desmond isn’t sure if he wants to tell his love interest everything or just… he doesn’t truly know… break up with him? Accept that he thinks Desmond is a woman when Desmond is a man?

Enter Leonardo Da Vinci who is more open than a usual person in this time and place listening to Desmond once and understanding what he’s going through and becoming their bridge.

As for the Italian Brotherhood, they would think Desmond is some street urchin that Giovanni took as his apprentice mainly because they don’t look alike. Giovanni would also act a bit awkward around Desmond and people would assume it’s because they don’t necessary know each other (it’s really because Giovanni is surprised of how easy it was for Caterina to ‘pretend’ to be a boy named Desmond)

Giovanni would try to remind Desmond that he should still talk to his father, even if it’s to say goodbye. Desmond writes a letter that says “I’m fine. Stop looking for me. I’m not coming home. My ex-husband deserved it.” and Giovanni just sighs because that’s a confession if he ever heard one.

Desmond just shrugs. Unlike Giovanni, Desmond only remembers Duke Sforza as being an absent father too preoccupied with his responsibilities as a duke.

Or maybe his memories are clouded by his memories of William Miles.

Any time Giovanni tries to push Desmond to Duke Sforza, Desmond just asks if he has reconciled with Mario?

Giovanni would stress there was nothing to reconcile, they were fine and Desmond just hums.

New reincarnation idea: Desmond is reborn as Caterina! I have no other details. Just thought it was a interesting idea.

I’m thinking of a way we can keep Desmond from just running away as soon as he can and trying to find Ezio or the Auditores XD

Like, sure, we can make him stay put at the age of 10 when he’ll get married to the then pope’s nephew but there’s no way in hell he’s going to stay and consummate that marriage at the age of 14.

Especially considering that his husband would be around 30 years old when they got married.

To be completely honest, Desmond would definitely assassinate his husband at the earliest convenience for him.

Especially once he remembered that his husband is a Templar.

If he does end up killing his husband (which he probably will), he’d either run away and be known as his husband’s killer or he stays put and pin the kill to a close ally of his husband or a fellow Templar. And take over his husband’s titles.

Or…

Because they have never consummated their marriage, Desmond would be returned to Duke Galeazzo Maria Sforza.

He’d be worried that his dear father would marry him off again but the duke just let him stay by his side and even start to teach him.

Desmond wasn’t sure what the duke thought but there were already rumors that it was ‘Caterina Sforza’ that killed his own husband and Desmond was wondering if that was the reason why the duke wasn’t planning to marry him off again.

Because of this…

Desmond was there when the Templars try to kill his father.

And he comes face to face with Giovanni Auditore.

[hakkais-hoe]

I just had an amazing idea for a request!

Could we please (if it wouldn't be too much trouble) get an aggressive s/o x Bonten headcanons who is still aggressive but like ... In private (i.e their home or office) is super sweet/loving and doting on them? From head scratches/massages to humming softly as they cuddle, making them homemade bentos, tending their wounds, and even leaving small reminders to eat on their phone from time to time

But the minute they're in public/get caught they not only go straight back into aggressive mode but act like nothing happened (or attack whoever dared to intrude)

I dunno I'm just in the mood for some tooth rotting fluff mixed in with some humor lol

Thank you kindly and sorry for the rant 🖤

Uno I love ur long ass asks 😚😚 ur always welcome in my requests doll

So sorry this is like really late I forgot I’d written half of it 😭

M gonna actually follow this on from the end of my original Aggressive s/o so if ya haven’t read that go read it here before reading this :) or it can be read separately but bit more context uno

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, simps, Sanzu n his addiction 👀, married life n that shit. Ohh and a lotta swearing as usual, Sanzu drug habit, Sanzu using weird nicknames.

Age rating: None

Characters: Ran, Rindou, Sanzu.

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Ran Haitani ( giant Annabelle)

“I can’t fucking stand you, fucking bitch I’ll kill you if you come near me! Fuck off” You snarl comes as a surprise to none of your other co-workers, least of all your beloved husband, Ran mother fucking Haitani. Or the reason for most your headaches.

“Mhm yeh okay dollface, we’re heading out now boss! Laters dickheads.” Ran shouts before following your form out of the meeting room doors, the ride home is filled with a comfortable silence that the music gently fills.

“I’m gonna make your favourite for tea baby. Ooo should we stop n pick up some wine? I could go for some mulled wine right now I’m sure the shop will have Christmas stuff in by now!” Your voice raises in octaves when you get excited about the Christmas themed wines, a soft grin takes over your husbands face and his hand leaves the gearstick to squeeze your thigh gently.

“Thank you love, I’ll pull into the next shop I see and we’ll go have a look shal we? I wonder if they have the spice packets too… how bout we get some desert too, your favourite one of course.” Ran muses out, eyes still on the road now looking for the first supermarket that he can find. Your now giddy voice fills the car, your homely sweet hidden personality now coming to the service as you prepare to dote on your stick insect of a husband.

“Yeyy! Let’s go shopping baby, wine, spice packets and desertssss can’t wait!” You seem to get even more excited by the minute, your hand that are usually used to beat the shit out of people are gently massaging the hand that Ran has on your thigh, you fiddle with the rings on his fingers mindlessly. When Ran finally pulls into a supermarket you quickly jump out of the car and make your way ahead of him into the shop, your aggressive outer personality now settling back in as you take a more aggressive aura on.

Ran chuckles when he sees your skip turn into an aggressive stalk of a walk, quickly catching up to you he tries to take your hand in his, you shoot him a look of pure annoyance and shake off his grasp.

“Fuck off shithead, don’t need to hold ya goddamn hand what are ya a child!?” You snap at him practically snarling at his amused face his hands now held up in mock surrender.

“Hah okay pretty one, I’ll walk behind like a good boy. Ooo let’s get some sushi for lunch tomorrow, which one do you want dollface?” Ran turns to you with different boxes of sushi held up, your face shows even more disgust and you turn your nose up at his suggestion.

“How dare you ya dickhead! I’m making fucking bentos put that shit down now.” Rans eyes widen and he very quickly puts them both down and follows along behind you like a lost puppy during the rest of the shopping trip. At home Ran carries in all of the bags while you skip along behind him a new found happiness at the thought of cooking all the stuff you bought, stuff you really didn’t need.

“Rannn baby?? Do you want your cocktail sausages cut into octopuses?… Never mind I’ve already done it!” You shout happily through the apartment, your husband off somewhere in the in the apartment.

You head the padding of his feet before you feel his long arms slide around your waist and his lips come to land on your exposed neck.

“Mhm yeh I’ll take them. You wanna order take out instead of cookin? Wanna spend more time with ya dollface.” Ran coos in your ear a smile languidly covers his lips. Hands gently massaging your sides as you hun along to absolutely noting.

“Yeh okay baby… you order and I’ll get changed and we can cuddle baby. How bout a massage too love?” You coo back at him one hand coming to rest upon his own.

Rindou Haitani (aka Former Chicken Little)

“M home baby…” Rindous tired voice rings out through your apartment, you grumble back a greeting from the sofa not bothering to move seen as he has to pass through the living room anyway before he can get to the bedroom. Shuffles sound through the silence as he makes his way towards you, on the way past his hand brushes over the back of your head in a comfortable stroke.

No words are exchanged between the two of you, instead you both move around the house sorting your separate things. You head to the kitchen to pull out what you’d bought for tea for the two of you, Rindou heaves a sigh before dropping onto the sofa in the other room.

“Oi get the fuck in here and help me instead of sittin ya fat arse down! I’ve worked all day too not just you I’m fuckin tired as well!” You snap at the silent man, soon after you hear a groan then the shuffling of his feet once again before a heavy head is resting in the crook of your neck and a warm chest is pressed snugly against your back.

“… What happened? Rin it’s okay love ‘m here…” You whisper gently, filling the silence softly. Rindou sighs again before strong arms take their place around your middle.

“We lost of of the guys me n Ran have known since we were runnin Roppongi… think I took it harder than usual… I feel like shit… can we just- no never mind.” His voices pitch matches yours, his usually strong and harsh tone becomes soft and gentle. You know Rin well enough to know that he really must have taken it hard, he’s usually uncaring and cold, unless it’s you or Ran that’s hurt.

Guilt slips in before you can stop it, placing the knife you were using down you turn around in his arms to pull him into you. You pull away silently to take his arm and pull him into the living room, plonking yourself down onto the couch you open your arms in a warm welcome to your beloved boyfriend. Without a thought he flops himself down onto you, his head burrows into the heat of your chest, the weight of his body provides comfort and a familiar wave of affection takes over you.

You hun gently to the clearly sad man pinning you down comfortably, your hands come to massage and weave through his pretty mullet, you take the same familiar path along his scalp that you always do, nails slightly scratching at parts and drawing quiet groans out of the man. His arms push under your body to squeeze you into him impossibly more.

“It’s okay love… I know it hurts now and I know you’re confused but you’re allowed to be sad about losing someone especially if you’ve known them as long as you had… I’m so sorry baby, I love you so so much ‘n I’m here for you…” Your whisper fills the comfortable silence like a melody to his ears, you can feel him smile against you, he needed that.

“Love ya too sweets.”

Sanzu Haruchiyo (aka Pretty Druggie)

“GUMMYBEAR?! come say hello honeyyyy m’ finally homeee~” You’ll never actually know what you see in the overly hyper 26 year-old manchild that is your boyfriend, but here you are stuck listening to him screeching the house down as he looks for you. Not that your even hidden bare in mind.

You want to be pissed off at his loud fuckin voice but how can you be when his bubblegum pink mulletted head pops around the door frame to the kitchen, where your stood with a glass of Haruchiyos very expensive wine, his grin doesn’t ever falter as he practically skips into your now awaiting arms.

“Mmm missed this… can’t believe I’ve have to go two days without my jellybean … why can’t you just come to work with me? That’s a fuckin great idea, you can chill in my office n set up my lines~” His loud ass voice rings through your ears, who tf practically shouts when they’re next to ya ear in the first place.

“No honey I have to go to work too~ can’t be with you 24/7 you’ll get sick of me, can’t be having that my man has to love me.” Your coo is pure music to his ears, so much so that it draws out a low groan of satisfaction. His head nuzzles into the side of your neck when you start to trace patterns in his back and lay butterfly kisses anywhere you can reach.

The two of yous happiness is quickly cut short however, when the other two presences in the apartment decide to make themselves known with an awkward cough n clearing of the throat, both Haitanis stand nervously in the threshold of the kitchen waiting for your eyes to pierce daggers through them like usual.

As soon as you notice them Sanzu is roughly shoved away and yous gentle smile is quickly masked by disgust and pure discontent for the new situation you’re all in. Sanzu pouts at you from his new position, sprawled half across the counter top and legs bent awkwardly on the floor.

“Sugarrrr how mean! Coulda hurt me with that then you’d be sad~” Sanzu whines at you now finally readjust inherited himself so he’s not thrown all over the kitchen tops. You scowl back eager to chew him a new one for not telling you there was company, but then Ran decides it’s acceptable for him to but in.

“We were ju-”

“Shut the fuck up and get the fuck outa my house, Haitani. Sanzu get the fuck up and get changed you’re covered in goddamn blood and sweat it’s disgusting! Take a shower while you’re at it too.” Your once gentle and soothing voice is now a harsh and cruel snarl thrown aggressively at your clearly high boyfriend and his stupid “co-workers”.

Both Haitanis decide that it’s probably a bad idea to come over for tea unannounced and nod with a snicker n a giggle before they pat Sanzu on the shoulder with a “good luck bro” before they run off, leavin a very wounded puppy looking Haru nervously glancing at your quickly calming form.

“Now honey, where were we? Oh yeh let’s get you in a bath yeh? Then something warm before we eat okay? Need to keep my darling healthy so he can deal with ‘bad guys’ my lovely little druggie~” Your gentle coo is back, the voice he treasures most because he knows it’s just for him, this side of you is his and his alone. A love sick grin filters back across his previously sad expression as he reaches for you.

“God I adore you~ You’re mine… all mine.” He mutters into your hair, a muffled affirmation can be heard from your sanzu encased frame.

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Honestly babe can’t even lie I forgot a sour this one 😳🤭

Taglist: @loonashadow @bontensbabygirl @reiners-milkbiddies @honeybachira @roppongiperfume @sunahyejin @wakasagurl @haitink @soushswag

[shotorozu]

‘hey y’all i’m here w/ my best friend’

tiktok prank

character(s) : todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki (bnha)

based off this tiktok

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : crack, fluff (x reader)

note(s) : yeah so my activity is pretty wonky 💀 anyways have you guys seen how momo looked like in the new episode? hot and the baddest b word in the house, as always

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todoroki shouto

you think it’ll be hilarious to see, because his reactions are always top tier

despite his usual stoic and neutral expressions, with you— his expressions are versatile, and he creates expressions no one thought he was even capable of 💀

when your classmates saw your tiktoks, it was shocking to all of them, excluding the obvious, which was you of course

but lowkey, you’re scared 💀 shouto could go from this loving, and sweet boyfriend, to the coldest bitch alive

still, you decide to go through with it

doesn’t think too much when you ask him to be in a tiktok, it’s quite routine at this point— plus, he finds it fun

but the AUDIOO

and shouto’s always willing to be in any tiktok you want him to be in, BUT

‘bestfriend’ 😐❓ who are you calling ‘bestfriend’

stops in place and looks at you like you just slapped him, did he hear that correctly? like,, why the hell are you calling him your ‘bestfriend’

he’s your lover

“boyfriend.” he corrects you stern, but you pretend that you don’t hear the correction, “you mean, you’re here with your boyfriend.”

and yet, you go on like you didn’t hear a thing, shouto’s eyes narrow— and it almost feels like his right side has been activated just slightly

you have to hold back a shiver when he gets real close to you “boyfriend. not best friend, i’m your boyfriend.”

he doesn’t mean to be this worked up about it, it’s just a tiktok— and when you move the camera away, completely ‘unbothered’ he feels himself growing impatient

and when the video ends, the cool atmosphere seems to break into two, when you burst out laughing

“shou, it was just another tiktok prank, we’re way past the bestfriend stage, and you know it!” you poke his cheek, still laughing at his reaction

but, he’s relieved. your acting was good— and he’s glad that he’s not just imagining things.

otherwise he’d have to start acting desperate

the video gets a good amount of views and likes, and comments are INTERESTING “ooo did you see the way he just went up all close 👀” “i can feel the cool aura BWNDKWS” “he got so worked up 🏃💨 oh to have a relationship like that 😔🖐💔”

in short, never address him as your best friend. you either address him as ‘shou’ ‘love’ ‘pretty boy’ or ‘my boyfriend’

midoriya izuku

the trend itself isn’t the funniest thing on tiktok, but it’s the reactions that makes up for it, y’know?

that’s why you decided to pull this ‘prank’ on izuku— his reactions are golden afterall

but a part of you couldn’t help but feel worried if he’d take personal offense 💀

similar to todoroki, your boyfriend is very willing when it comes tiktok pranks— despite it being well,, intense, sometimes

looked SO confused when you called him your ‘bestfriend’ and the smile is WIPED off his face

“b-bestfriend?” he has to make sure he heard it correctly, and he wants to throw a hissy fit when you ignore him

“Y/N?” he nudges his head on your shoulder, not liking the idea of being presented as your best friend, “i’m your boyfriend!” he laughs nervously

literally pouts

the struggle doesn’t last terribly long, as izuku continues to mouth boyfriend, when the word ‘best friend’ is being said (also while he smiles at the camera with awareness, he’s growing petty, can’t you tell?)

and also while he tries to make you look at him, by showcasing a look of innocence while leaning on, just because

when you finally acknowledge him with a stifled laugh, his expression is like 👁👄👁❓❓

yet, izuku’s relieved when you start full on laughing, wonderful laughter falling from your lips, the desperation calming down

and— the sudden mood change is well,, impressive! he was literally distressed from the word ‘best friend’ just a second ago, and now he’s relieved 💀

“r-right, you know i’m not just your best friend,” and he looks into the camera with satisfaction

the tiktok blows up, and comments overall— went insane over him

“mann he was so desperate 💀 he just kept correcting you” “bruh he was like ‘hold up’ 🖐😭” “NEVER call him your best friend again🏃💨 just look at that satisfied look at the end‼️” “aww look at that pout ����”

izuku’s surprised, sheepish— when all of his friends inform him about the sudden rise of his appearance on the app (afterall, he’ll still remain with you, even if he got even more popular)

needless to say, izuku will get desperate if you call him your best friend— man already spent some time being called your best friend and he won’t bear being called it for any longer

bakugou katsuki

should,, you be scared? you should be but you’re not 💀 you can’t find yourself fearing death, since you’re dating katsuki bakugou

you say fuck it, and rope katsuki into your tiktok antics once again.

and to any outsider’s eyes, it would be surprising when katsuki joins in on your tiktok schemes

but it not— even though the blond pretends to hate it, he secretly loves doing these with you

except, that statement is ABOUT to be retracted back, when the audio mentions the word ‘best friend’

excuse you? katsuki is faar from being your best friend. that word literally makes him cringe, he hated being stuck in the friend zone even though katsuki looked like he didn’t care when he was still stuck in it

he literally glares at the camera, his palm’s already popping with mini sparks. if you were anyone else, you would’ve started pleading for your life but you fear NOTHING at this point

“who the fuck are you calling best friend??” he’s furious, and you try your best to ignore it, biting back laughter— as you film the tiktok

“i’m talking to you!” he fumes, getting even closer to you— and you don’t seem to budge, as you continue to record

then, he YANKS your phone out of your hands, and starts talking, well yelling— as if the tiktok would record his voice anyway

“i’m their boyfriend thank you very much! now fuck off extras! this ‘bestfriend’ will beat your asses!” he scolds as if he’s talking to the potential viewers, and stops recording— and hands your phone back to you calmly

you’re laughing your ass off, experiencing absolute field day, and he’s just like 😐🖐 looking super unpleased how could he not? he’ll never admit that he was this worked up though

similar to midoriya, the friendzone was a pain in the neck for him— so to make him feel like he was thrown back in it for a tiktok

just because it’s for a tiktok, doesn’t automatically give you an easy pass

“you were SO mad” you laugh at his expression, and he just says

“shut the fuck up, and you better not post that shit!” then proceeds to scoop you up, despite all your protests— and haul you into his room

you gotta give him cuddles, or he’ll be like 👹 a literal demon for the rest of the day.

but on the bright side— you have content‼️and the video did blow up, despite initially telling your boyfriend you wouldn’t 💀

“omg, you don’t fear death, death fears YOU.” “i can literally hear his voice through the screen, we love a protective boyfriend 🤩” “fly high, it’s been 4 hours since they’ve posted 😔🕊”

and when kirishima informed him about his sudden boom of popularity on tiktok, he knew that you had some explaining to do 🧍‍♀️

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[elithilanor]

ooo for the character ask meme, gimme Haldir

As requested, mellon 😏 Thanks for the ask! It’s always fun when you pop up 🥰

1: sexuality headcanon

I agree that most elves are pansexual but I also hc him as pretty demisexual honestly.

2: otp

He interacts with so few canon characters 😂😭 I can kind of get with Aragorn and Haldir honestly? But I also think he a) wouldn’t leave Lórien for extended periods of time unless to Sail and b) I honestly think he wants to live with his partner forever, emphasis on the immortal forever.

Fanfic wise: I love them and my ofc. But I also have a WIP with them and a masc elf and I also love them, your honor.

3: brotp

Lmfao outside of his actual bros? Legolas. That ima fuck shit up look on his face at Helm’s Deep. Aces

4: notp

Thranduil x Haldir

I’ve seen it and I hate it

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Such a soft boi 🥰 So gentle internally and I just think he’s really going to enjoy Valinor when he gets there. Let the elf not fight any more and maybe grow a garden or teach the art of weapons vs their usage and practicality.

Bonus because I talk about soft Haldir all the time: I hc that he has a sweet tooth. Not like the super sickly sweet stuff (though he will partake in candies occasionally) but the like super fresh and ripe fruits and berries sweet. The give me the cute little tartlets sweet.

Extra bonus: he really likes to learn new things, especially gentle practice skills like weaving or dying. I think according to LACE that’s considered (at least for Ñoldo) more women’s or child-bearers work, but eh. He’s not a Ñoldo to me and I hc Silvan and Teleri very different than Ñoldo.

6: favorite line from this character

Movie: “The dwarf breathes so loud we could’ve shot him in the dark.” He’s just so fucking snarky and I love it. In the book, Legolas says that’s what Haldir said but in the movie it’s just my snarky boi.

Book: “The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.” Like he’s very clearly grieving for the loss of the world but he’s still so kind and hopeful 😭

7: one way in which I relate to this character

I spend a lot of time trying to make people comfortable (for better or worse) and he seems to attempt to do so similarly in the book.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

Sometimes I think I write too much of myself into Haldir because I spend a lot of time wishing in some ways I was like him (because gender why)

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Cinnamon roll

But also problematic fave because acab