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Radiant Finale
#Final Fantasy XIV#FFXIV#X'vahl Tia#gposers#that is most definitely *not* Radiant Finale#(it is a *heavily* edited Wide Volley)#I just needed a cool sounding ''title''#and I wanted *something* from BRDs kit.#The whole reason I did this tho is so I can put a different image in my pinned post. :)#because the old one is.......... very old now#and no longer looks good#nor does it do a good job at representing my catte#mans is truly in his element with bow in hand.#that scarf was fighting with me the whole damn time#and it still didn't end up doing what I wanted it to.
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Shadowpeach Things I think about A Lot
Note: My knowledge of season 5 is very limited (only seen first 2 eps, and some spoilers). Do not say any spoilers in comments or reblogs. If you want to avoid spoilers completely, I suggest you don't read this
-Peng said it themselves. "Could Wukong do anything that could break his hold over you?" or something like that. But Macaque's entire world was Wukong
-Macaque's dream was spending a peaceful forever with Wukong
-"You were a villain like 5 minutes ago!" Nothing there, but this was when they were having that screaming match and I burst out laughing when I realized that's what Wukong said. He was tho. From s4 to s5, bro went from trying to kill him to living on his mountain again
-Oh, that. "This room(?) has been my home just as long as yours." That's true, but my guy, don't you have like a dojo or smthn? Can't you just live there? Or do you just secretly miss Wukong and want to live on FFM to be closer with him?
-AND WUKONG DOESNT FIGHT BACK EITHER OR ANYTHING. He just sighs and accepts it
-OH YEAH THAT. Macaque sleeps on the same GOD DAMN tree that he and Wukong used to sit at. There are so, so, so many trees on FFM, yet he chose that specific one
-Wukong wanted to spend the remainder of his life holding hands with Macaque
-Correct me if I'm wrong, but in old China, a man giving another man a peach was a sign that they felt romantic love for them. Wukong and Macaque's hole thing is peaches
-"Yeah, because you always eush to my rescue." Wukong believed that Macaque never saved him, but from what we seen in s5, he does. Maybe he always has and Wukong's just never noticed, or maybe Macaque took that to heart and is trying to make up for it
-THE GOD DAMN SLOMO SHOT WHEN WUKONG WAS GOING TO SAVE MK
-Macaque calling Wukong "cute" in the s4 special
-When we first see the ink demons of Wukong's past, one of them was Macaque chained up while struggling and crying. Whatever happened there, it still haunts Wukong
-"I don't trust anyone that isn't standing here right now." WUKONG STILL TRUSTS MACAQUE AFTER EVERYTHING, MACAQUE EVEN PERKS UP AT THAT. And right after this scene, Macaque sacrifices himself to save Wukong. I think Wukong saying that really stuck with him. Maybe that's why he was a lot more helpful this season; Wukong still trusted him, and he didn't want to lose that
-When Wukong was getting the circlet put on him for a second time, Macaque didn't even hesitate when he saw that Wukong was in pain and immediately sprung to help
-Ik it's been talked about before, but the fact that Macaque thinks Wukong killed (and that he was about to again in season 3 when he was literally choking him) him but he still helps him when he can and smiles softly at him and goes out of his way to see him and stares in awe when he sees him coming to help MK and still accepts his peach offer (symbolism for rekindling friendship) and smiles when Wukong says "we" instead of "I" and gets sad when he sees the memory and realizes he wants to rekindle their relationship and crashes a beach party just so he could be with him (Copy and pasted from old post
-This specific art piece that Alejandro Saab commissioned and used for autograph signings
-Macaque literally looking away and smiling in this shot bro looks like a schoolgirl with a crush 💀
-Wukong was shown to help Macaque tie his scarf when they were still friends and in the shots of their past, Macaque's scarf is always tied. But now that they're not friends, his scarf is never tied. I just find this detail neat
-As much as Macaque tried to kill Wukong between s1 and s3, the moment Wukong was genuinely mad at him, Macaque's first instinct was to run. Even when Wukong was holding him, he was still shaking Yes, he probably couldn't breathe bcuz choking, but these guys are immortal and with the whole thing underwater, I don't think they actually need to breathe. So this means that he was probably terrified the entire time, and thinking that Wukong would kill him again (I fucking hate doomed yaoi)
-Now that I think about it, the only time we see Macaque scared was with LBD, Sun Wukong attacking him, Sun Wukong getting attacked or being endanger, MK being endangered, Bai He being endangered, or actually having to deal with the idea of staying with Wukong to help him (s4, MK going on that whole "I gotta help my friends" speech while Mei is being consumed by the Samahdi fire). Most of those things are Wukong and Monkey fam related
-Alejandro Saab doing a cover of peaches. Istg, he KNEW what he was doing when he pulled that one
-Correct me if I'm wrong again, but apparently, some gay men in ancient China would become sworn brothers so they could be together legally. Other than Shadowpeach, I was never much a brotherhood shipper, but do what you will with this info
-ALEJANDRO SAAB BELIEVES THAT MACAQUE IS SHORTER THAN WUKONG! THE DEBATE IS OVER YALL
-"Forever is a long time, bud." "Me and you just living here get on fat on fruit forever!" Bro was definetly thinking of Macaque
#shadowpeach#macaque#lmk macaque#macaque lmk#lego monkie kid macaque#macaque lego monkie kid#six eared macaque#sun wukong#lmk sun wukong#sun wukong lmk#lego monkie kid sun wukong#sun wukong lego monkie kid#lmk#lego monkie kid#lego monkie kid notes#lmk notes
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All That’s Left Behind
Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, emotional strain/conflict Word Count: 2.3k Summary: After you walk away, Harvey is left to face the emptiness of his life without you. Months later, a chance encounter compels him to reach out, leading to a cautious journey of rebuilding trust. Slowly, Harvey learns to show up and fight for the relationship he once took for granted. Though the road is fraught with pain and uncertainty, hope emerges as you both take a chance on each other again.
The rain came down in sheets, slicking the glass walls of Harvey Specter’s penthouse and softening the city’s sharp lights into a blur. He sat in the dark, staring out at Manhattan, a glass of scotch dangling loosely in his hand.
It was almost laughable how much his life mirrored the storm outside. Chaotic. Relentless.
For the first time in years, the one thing Harvey couldn’t control wasn’t a hostile client, a legal loophole, or some rival firm.
It was you.
You were the only thing that had ever made him want to stop running, to stop being Harvey Specter, closer of deals and breaker of hearts. But even with you, he couldn’t stop the one thing he feared most. Losing.
You had been gone for three months, and the hole you left behind seemed to widen with every passing day.
The penthouse felt cavernous without you. He hated it. He hated the emptiness, the silence that seemed to swallow him whole the second he walked through the door.
He couldn’t bring himself to touch the things you left behind—your scarf draped over the back of the chair, the half-empty bottle of vanilla hand lotion on the bathroom counter. And your mug. God, that damn mug.
It sat on the kitchen counter, chipped and worn but untouched since the morning you left. It was a small thing, insignificant, really. But to Harvey, it was everything.
Some days, he’d find himself standing there, staring at it, his hand hovering over the handle as if touching it might bring you back. But he never could.
The fight—or rather, the end—was etched into his memory.
It hadn’t been loud or dramatic. No screaming, no accusations hurled like weapons. That wasn’t your style.
Instead, it was quiet. Painful in its simplicity.
You had come home late, your shoulders slumped with exhaustion as you dropped your bag onto the couch.
“You’re late,” he’d said without looking up from the case files spread across the dining table.
You didn’t answer right away. When he glanced up, you were standing there, staring at him with an expression that made his stomach twist.
“We need to talk,” you’d said softly, your voice steady but carrying a weight that made his chest tighten.
He leaned back in his chair, gesturing for you to sit, but you stayed where you were, arms crossed as though bracing yourself.
“I can’t do this anymore,” you said.
At first, he thought he’d misheard you. “Do what?”
“This. Us. Whatever it is, we're pretending this is.”
His heart stopped, but he forced himself to stay calm. “What are you talking about?”
You laughed, but it was hollow, and it cut deeper than any words could. “I’ve been trying, Harvey. I’ve been trying to make this work, to be okay with how you live your life. But I’m tired. I can’t keep being the last thing on your list of priorities.”
“That’s not fair,” he said sharply, standing now, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “You knew what my life was like when we started this.”
You nodded, tears pooling in your eyes but refusing to fall. “I did. But I didn’t know how much it would hurt.”
“Damn it, I love you—”
“No, you don’t.”
The words hit him like a slap.
You wiped at your eyes, your voice trembling. “You don’t love me. You love the idea of me. Of having someone to come home to when it’s convenient. But love? Love means showing up, Harvey. And you never did.”
He wanted to argue, to tell you that you were wrong, but the words stuck in his throat, suffocated by the truth.
“I can’t do this anymore,” you repeated, softer this time, and it was then that he realized you weren’t angry. You were broken.
When you turned to leave, he didn’t stop you. He told himself it was because he needed time to think, to calm down, but deep down, he knew it was because he didn’t know how to fight for you.
The first few days after you left, Harvey convinced himself you’d come back.
You always came back. After every argument, every tense moment, you’d find your way back to him. You’d walk through the door with that soft smile, telling him it was okay, that you could work through it.
But this time, you didn’t.
He tried calling once. Twice. But your voicemail picked up each time, and he couldn’t bring himself to leave a message. What could he say? That he missed you? That he was sorry? It felt hollow, insufficient.
He threw himself into work instead, taking on case after case, staying at the firm late into the night to avoid going home. But even the thrill of winning began to lose its edge.
Mike noticed first, his usual smirk replaced by concern.
“You look like crap, Harvey,” he said one afternoon, leaning against the doorframe of his office.
“Thanks for the observation,” Harvey replied, not looking up from his desk.
“Seriously. What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing.”
Mike sighed, his brows furrowing. “You know, whatever it is, you can—”
“I don’t need a therapy session,” Harvey snapped, cutting him off. “I’m fine.”
But he wasn’t fine.
One sleepless night, he found himself sitting on the floor of his living room, surrounded by the remnants of the life you left behind.
The scarf you’d forgotten in the backseat of his car. The book you’d been halfway through, a folded page marking your place. And your notes.
You’d always had a habit of leaving little notes around the penthouse—on the bathroom mirror, in his briefcase, tucked into his suit pockets. They were silly things, mostly. Jokes, reminders, affirmations.
But they were you.
He pulled one out of the drawer, the paper crinkled and worn from years of being shuffled around.
“Don’t forget to smile today. It looks good on you.”
His chest ached as he stared at the familiar handwriting, the words blurring as his eyes burned.
Time passed, though Harvey barely noticed.
He stopped going out to drink with the associates. Stopped caring about his reputation as the untouchable, unshakable Harvey Specter. He still won his cases—of course, he did—but the fire that once drove him had dulled to embers.
Jessica tried once to talk to him, her sharp eyes softening with something akin to pity.
“Whatever’s going on with you, you need to deal with it,” she said. “Before it deals with you.”
Her words haunted him, echoing in the back of his mind as he sat alone in his office, the city sprawling out below.
It wasn’t until he saw you again, by chance, that something inside him shifted.
You were outside a coffee shop, laughing with a friend, your smile radiant even from across the street. He froze, his breath catching in his throat.
You looked happy.
He wanted to turn around, to walk away and let you live your life without him. But then you looked up, your gaze meeting his, and the world seemed to stop.
For a moment, neither of you moved. Then you nodded��a small, almost imperceptible gesture—and turned back to your friend.
Harvey stood there long after you disappeared into the crowd, his chest tight with emotions he couldn’t name.
That night, he wrote you a letter.
It wasn’t long, but it was honest. Raw.
“I’m sorry. For everything. For not being what you needed, for not saying what I should have said. I love you. I’ve always loved you. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I need you to know.”
He left it on your doorstep the next morning, his heart pounding as he walked away.
Days turned into weeks, and Harvey told himself he’d done all he could.
But one evening, as he sat in his office, his phone buzzed with a text.
“We need to talk.”
For the first time in months, Harvey felt something close to hope.
The text was brief, no more than three words.
We need to talk.
Harvey had stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity, rereading the message until the words blurred.
It wasn’t a declaration, a reunion, or even an olive branch. It was neutral, cautious. But it was enough to make his heart pound.
He didn’t reply immediately. His thumb hovered over the keyboard, second-guessing every possible response. Should he ask when? Where? Or would even that make him seem too eager?
Finally, he settled on something simple. Name the time and place.
The café was unassuming, a quiet little corner of the city that Harvey had passed by a hundred times but never entered. He got there ten minutes early, an uncharacteristic move for a man who was usually fashionably late to everything.
He didn’t know what to expect. Would you come in angry, demanding answers he didn’t know how to give? Would you be indifferent, already halfway to moving on?
When you finally walked in, he felt the air shift.
You looked… different. Not in the way you dressed or carried yourself, but in the subtle confidence you exude. You didn’t seem like the same person who had stood in his penthouse months ago, broken and pleading.
And yet, to him, you were still everything.
“Hey,” you said softly, your voice steady but guarded as you slid into the seat across from him.
“Hey,” he replied, his hands clasped tightly on the table to keep them from shaking.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence was heavy, filled with everything unsaid and unresolved.
Finally, you broke it.
“I got your letter.”
He nodded, his throat tightening. “I meant every word.”
“I know.” You took a breath, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve. “That’s why I’m here.”
The conversation was careful at first, like stepping across a frozen lake and waiting for the ice to crack.
You asked about work, and he gave you vague answers, not wanting to burden you with the truth: that everything had felt meaningless without you.
He asked about your life, and you told him you’d been keeping busy. New projects, new people. You didn’t say much more, and he didn’t push.
But as the minutes passed, the tension began to thaw.
“I didn’t think you’d respond,” he admitted, his voice low.
“I almost didn’t,” you replied, meeting his gaze. “But then I realized I couldn’t keep running from this. From us.”
The word us lingered in the air, fragile and bittersweet.
Over the next few weeks, the two of you began to rebuild, piece by cautious piece.
It started with texts. Short, casual exchanges that slowly grew longer as the walls between you came down. Harvey found himself waiting for your messages, checking his phone more often than he cared to admit.
Then came the phone calls. They were awkward at first, filled with pauses and the occasional stumble over words. But as time went on, they became easier, more natural.
And finally, there were the dinners.
The first one was at a small Italian restaurant you loved, one he’d never gone to without you.
“I wasn’t sure you’d want to see me again,” he admitted over a glass of wine.
You looked at him, your expression unreadable. “I didn’t. Not at first. But I realized something: I miss you, Harvey. Even when I hate you, I miss you.”
The words hit him like a punch to the gut. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
“I know,” you said, your voice soft but firm. “But you did. And if this is going to work, we can’t just go back to the way things were.”
“What do you want me to do?” he asked, his tone almost desperate.
“Show up,” you said simply. “Be present. Be here, with me, instead of always five steps ahead or stuck in your own head.”
He nodded, his jaw tightening. “I can do that.” But promises weren’t enough, and you both knew it.
There were setbacks, moments where old patterns threatened to resurface.
One night, after a particularly long day at the firm, Harvey found himself canceling dinner with you at the last minute. The second the words left his mouth, regret settled in his chest like a stone, but he knew there was no taking them back.
Your silence on the other end of the line was worse than any angry response. Finally, you said, “It’s okay, Harvey. I understand.”
But your tone—it wasn’t bitter, and it wasn’t sharp. It was tired, resigned in a way that twisted something deep inside him.
“I’ll make it up to you,” he said, though he doubted his own words even as he spoke them.
“Sure,” you replied quietly, and then the call ended.
Slowly, he did.
He started leaving the office earlier, something that shocked even Donna. He’d show up at your place with takeout and an exhausted smile, but he was there.
You began to see glimpses of the Harvey you’d fallen in love with—the one who made you laugh, who challenged you, who made you feel like the most important person in the world when he actually let his guard down.
And Harvey began to see you too, not just as someone he wanted to keep but as someone he needed to fight for.
One night, months after you’d first agreed to see him again, he found himself sitting on your couch, his arm draped around your shoulders as you leaned into him.
“I never told you why I wrote that letter,” he said quietly, his fingers brushing against yours.
You tilted your head to look at him. “Why did you?”
He hesitated, his throat tightening. “Because I realized I’d rather risk you rejecting me than spend another day knowing I didn’t try.”
You didn’t respond right away, your gaze searching his.
“I don’t know if I can forgive everything,” you admitted softly. “Not yet.”
“I’m not asking you to,” he said, his voice steady. “I just want the chance to earn it.”
For the first time in months, you smiled—small, hesitant, but real.
“Okay,” you said. “Let’s try.”
And in that moment, for the first time in what felt like forever, Harvey felt something he hadn’t dared to hope for:
Peace.
#harvey specter#harvey specter x reader#harvey specter x you#harvey specter imagine#harvey specter fanfic#suits series#suits imagine#suits tv
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ꕥYou Look Better In Greenꕥ//Sebastian x MC
NOW WITH PART 2: And You Look Fetching in Yellow
Summary: In which Sebastian sees the new transfer student wearing someone else's scarf and proceeds to absolutely lose it.
Word Count: 1.5k
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Ever since the new 5th year joined Hogwarts and knocked Sebastian on his ass (while stealing his heart at the same time), Sebastian developed a new morning ritual. He would arrive, as late as possible as usual, to breakfast, plop down on the empty spot that Ominis had so nicely saved for him, listen to Imelda prattle on about some boring Quidditch news, and sigh and longingly stare over at the Hufflepuff table.
It was always something different every day, much to Sebastian's delight. Sometimes she would wear the most eccentric outfit, a clashing cacophony of mismatched colors that only she could pull off while being the most gorgeous witch in Hogwarts. Sometimes she would arrive late, wiping the sleep from her eyes, tired from their shared late night misadventures.
This morning Sebastian was unlucky. Sitting directly across from Poppy, she was obscured from Sebastian's gaze.
Even more unlucky, Imelda Reyes decided she had permission to sit next to him.
"Did you see what the new Hufflepuff was wearing today, Sebastian?" Imelda teased.
Ugh. "No, why should I care? It's not like I spend my mornings just ogling her."
"Of course not." Imelda said breezily. "It's only been the talk of the entire school. Surprised you were the last to hear about it, what with you practically drooling over her every morning."
Ominis snorted into his porridge.
"I have no idea what you're on about. What she does doesn't concern me in the slightly." Sebastian lied like the lying liar he was.
Imelda shrugged. "Oh, that's a shame. And here I was about to bring you the news that your favorite Hufflepuff is most definitely off the market now. Looks like someone got to her before you did."
"WHAT?" Sebastian bellowed.
Imelda grinned. "See for yourself, pretty boy."
Playing right into her trap, Sebastian stood up, now blatantly searching for the Hufflepuff. He was able to angle his view around Poppy. A part of him was excited to see what ridiculous set outfit she was wearing today. Sebastian didn't see what the fuss was all about. Nothing unusual, her usual Hufflepuff robes, a grey sweater, and-
-And a Red and Yellow Gryffindor scarf.
His mind went blank. The usual bustling of voices in the Great Hall silenced themselves. Sebastian could feel the heat erupt in the back of his eyes. His wand shot dangerous hot sparks, itching for a fight.
Who, in Salazar Slytherin's name, gave her that?
She was wearing a Gryffindor scarf in front of the whole damn school. Anyone who was anyone knew what that meant. Why, it was practically a front page advertisement on the Daily Prophet! Wearing another House's apparel meant you were seeing someone. Off the market. No longer available. Every other day you would see a Ravenclaw girl wear a new black and yellow tie. A Slytherin showing off their newly acquired blue coat. It was a possessive silly schoolboy thing, but if you were an eligible bachelor or bachelorette, you wore your gifted scarf with pride.
Who in Merlin's name would claim what was rightfully his? Who would be daft enough?
He didn't even register that his body was moving, until he was halfway across the Great Hall, making a beeline straight towards the Hufflepuff table.
"Morning." He greeted Poppy and the new transfer student stiffly, interrupting their conversation.
"Oh Sebastian! Good morning! Did you have any of the strawberry tarts? They're especially good today!" She beamed behind the offending Gryffindor scarf that was around her neck.
"Who gave you that?"
"Oh, well, I'm pretty sure the House elves make the tarts from scratch and then they sort of apparate it up here. I'm actually not quite sure how their magic-"
"Who gave you that tacky thing? Was it Garreth? Prewett? I always knew that weasel was up to no good. I should remind him o-"
She looked at him in alarmed confusion. "What on earth are you talking about Sebastian?"
Sebastian felt his jaw clench. So, she had no idea. Of course she wouldn't. She was a new transfer student, immensely popular and with half the school falling over themselves fawning over her. It had to Prewett. Only that sniveling bastard was underhanded enough to trick Sebastian's Hufflepuff into something so nefarious. Practically broadcasting to the whole school that they were dating. Gryffindor chivalry indeed, taking advantage of someone like that. He bet all Prewett had to do is go up to her with his big, ugly nose and manipulate her into wearing that disgusting thing.
"Your scarf," he spat. "Who gave it to you?"
Her eyes darted at Poppy who gave her a bewildered shrug. She blinked in confusion, almost as if she forgot she was wearing it. "Oh, this? It's so cozy and warm, isn't it? I think it really matches with my complexion!"
Sebastian could practically feel his back molar crack.
She continued, unaware of the inner storm brewing inside of Sebastian. "Natty and I were out at Hogsmeade and got caught in the rain. My poor scarf got soaked, and I haven't had a chance to learn the drying charm yet. She was nice enough to lend me hers instead!"
He deflated, wand dropping into his pocket; fight forgotten. "Ah…Natty…the other…transfer" Of course. It wasn't that long ago that Natty transferred and was learning all the nuances of the social intertwining of a different country much less Hogwarts social etiquette. Probably thought all of this was silly anyway.
"Is something the matter, Sebastian?" She leaned over placing her gentle hand on his forehead. "You're awfully red. You're practically burning up!"
Poppy tried to hide her laughter behind her hands.
Sebastian's blush was so strong it practically hid all the freckles on his face. Arms flapping around, he pushed away her hand from his forehead. "Never mind me. It's a miracle you didn't get sick wearing that silly thing. If you really needed an extra scarf you should have come straight to me."
He started undoing his own warm green and silver scarf. And with the most nonchalance and charm he could muster, he gently wrapped it around his Hufflepuff's neck. Green and silver framed her rising blush so nicely. Something deep in his stomach purred possessively in approval.
"There. All better. Those colors match you better anyway. Red and yellow look awful on you." He flushed. "Not that you ever look awful. You look fantastic. One of-No, the best looking person at Hogwarts." His ears burned as Poppy practically howled in laughter unable to hold herself back any longer. "Um, best looking friend at Hogwarts. Much better than that old Ominis anyhow."
His Hufflepuff blushed, trying to hide her smile behind her newly acquired gift. The butterflies in her stomach were practically doing flips. "Thank you, Sebastian. Y-you're not so bad yourself, for a Slytherin."
He nodded stiffly. "Well, if you ever need any more just ask me. Slytherin is a good look on you." He wasn't sure what to do now that his mission was complete. "Um, don't ask Ominis though. He…um…he hates it when people borrow his clothes. Gets all particular about his things. Just come to me whenever you need anything."
Her eyes swam in amusement, and she brought Sebastian's scarf closer to her face, inhaling the rich dark scent left behind. A rich oak wood, some warm-scented cologne, and a slight musk that was undeniably Sebastian. Her eyes never left his gaze as she gauged his reaction. "Oh, how lucky, that I am friends with the most charitable Slytherin I know. It's nice to know that my friends are so concerned about me."
Sebastian's knees felt weak. He mustered up the energy to croak out, "Well, it's not all charity. It's nice having friends in my debt."
She got closer to him, in the mood for something a bit more daring. "Well, I would hate to always be in your debt. There must be some way to repay you."
His mouth gaped open. For once, the manipulative, charming Slytherin was at a lost for words.
"How about I treat my favorite Slytherin to some Butterbeer? My treat? I have to start paying back some of that debt somehow."
Sebastian's mouth was dry. "If I have nothing better to do, I suppose I'll join you. It's not like I'm doing anything." (Ominis wouldn't mind getting ditched.)
"It's a date then." Sebastian choked at her words. "7'oclock. Three Broomsticks. I'll see you then."
Sebastian nodded stiffly and promptly marched himself to the Slytherin table, a bit bewildered as to what just occurred.
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Poppy's laughter finally subsided, as she finally got a moment's rest to wipe the tears away from her eyes. "Blimey, I can't believe that worked. I knew borrowing Natty's scarf was a brilliant move."
The other girl smiled, gently packing away the old scarf borrowed from Natty back into her bags, right on top of her very own and very dry Yellow and black scarf that was secretly tucked away. "What can I say Poppy? Sometimes to catch a Slytherin you got to think like a Slytherin."
Part 2
AO3: fierymiasma
#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x mc#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow x reader#dark!sebastian#sebastian sallow fanfiction#ominis gaunt#imelda reyes#poppy sweeting#hphl#fierymiasmawork
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G. WONGSAWAT, O. TOKITA, R. KURE, C. IMAI, SP. YOROIZUKA, H. SEN X READER (SEPARATE)
ೃ⁀➷ sypnosis; winter hc’s
ೃ⁀➷ warnings; lil suggestive in hatsumi’s (no surprise)
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G. WONGSAWAT
not a fan of the colder seasons at all. if he could, he’d eradicate winter and autumn simply because of the drop in temperature
don’t even try getting this guy into a snowball fight. the moment he feels the pressure of something freezing and solid hit his back he’s slowly turning back to face you, that absolutely dreadful look of horror on his face
but what he does enjoy about the colder seasons? cooking! to him, there’s nothing better than a warm healthy meal on a cold day - which you end up being absolutely stuffed with. there’s no ifs or buts, you are eating the damn thing
wraps you up like crazy. think of a mother wrapping up her kid - 3 layers on beneath a massive fluffy coat, gloves, scarf, hat and zipped up to your neck
is literally constantly rubbing moisturiser onto your face to stop your skin from going dry and irritated. just imagine, that deadpan expression on his face as he’s smearing moisturiser on your face with the most delicate touch ever
you have to remind him you, in fact, are not 6 years old
not very big on pda - but once the temp drops, he’s reaching out for your hand and shoving it in his coat pocket with your fingers intertwined with his no matter where the hell you are
O. TOKITA
snow genuinely pisses him off - he hates the feel of it, he doesn’t care for it at all
only likes the colder seasons because you seem glued to him at all times - arm constantly wrapped around his bicep when you’re out, or snuggled up against him at home
won’t ever admit he likes it - yet that little smirk on his face speaks volumes
for some unknown reason he literally never gets fully dressed - as in a thick winter coat or gloves, no matter how cold it is. he’s leaving the house in his sneakers and a coat he begrudgingly put on due to your incessant complaining
this guy is like a bear, quite literally in hibernation - if he’s not training or eating, he’s sleeping. and he’ll be dragging you along with him too
sleeps with them thick ass heavy blankets with some sort of animal print/ flowers on them (babcia’s special)
once his arms are wrapped around you and his eyes shut? yeah, you’re not getting out
gets dry lips from the cold. gets confused when you won’t kiss him because of it
the SHITTIEST cookie decorator - he ends up eating half the damn tray before they’ve even cooled properly, and then eats some more whilst he’s icing them with you
most of his gingerbread men end up limbless because he snaps them off and eats them whilst he’s decorating
always makes the pair of you without a fail, despite his habit of eating the whole batch. they might look a little… strange but you absolutely love it and can’t help but tease him about it
R. KURE
he’s a hater at heart - hates every season just because
but winter? ESPECIALLY winter because of christmas and the fact the village has to be decorated - which he always ends up being forced to help out with
but he actually tolerates snow - only because he gets to throw snowballs at you
the moment the pair of you step outside, his hands are already reaching out for the snow and molding snowballs. and they will be targeting you. quite frequently - to the point you get pissed off and start screaming at him to pack it in and sort himself out
which eggs him on further
he believes he doesn’t feel cold so he doesn’t need a coat or whatever bullshit that makes him seem more ‘stronger’ than everyone else
he gets such dry skin around his nose from the cold yet will literally FIGHT you before he lets you put any moisturiser on or anything. but nag him about it constantly, he will eventually cave just to shut you up
wouldn’t be caught dead decorating cookies. refuses constantly… yet like always he finally caves
and the most damn surprising thing? he takes it SO seriously simply to have better looking cookies than yours so he can mercilessly bully you about it
C. IMAI
absolutely loves winter. what’s there not to love?
christmas, warm meals, snow, hot chocolate… he’s still a massive kid at heart
once a substantial amount of snow’s settled on the ground, he’s immediately ushering you out the house to make a snowman together
and because of how much he’s in a rush, he doesn’t bother getting dressed properly and always gets ill - it literally repeats every single damn year
ice skating. he IS taking you ice skating no matter what - can’t skate? he’ll teach you, don’t you worry about that
you bought him earmuffs as a joke, saying how cute he’ll look in them - he now wears them religiously every winter since
to him, november is officially the start of christmas - and for the next 2 months he’s always wanting to decorate cookies/ gingerbread men with you
and somehow, they always end up absolutely gorgeous - much to your dismay
cookie decorating competitions. always. (which he always wins)
SP. YOROIZUKA
somehow he can make the coldest of days feel like summer
we’ve all seen the manga panel - saw paing’s excitability just brings warmth everywhere and to anyone
LOVES making snow angels and snowmen. constantly asking you to make a snowman with you, there’s quite literally a whole army outside your house made by him and the children of the village
snowball fights are a must. he always ends up being roped into one by all the kids - which he has absolutely no issue with. he genuinely enjoys it, especially when he lands one at you and you join in
getting this guy to come back inside is genuinely like trying to drag a kid back home. he’s absolutely soaked and despite how damn warm he is all the time, he’ll definitely get sick - but he still won’t go inside
which is where your little charm has to come in - give him that look and ask him softly and he’ll drop the snow almost immediately and rush back home. he’s absolutely smitten and will do literally anything you ask of him
but despite his seemingly complete lack of care for his own wellbeing, he always wraps you up before leaving the house. he doesn’t want you getting ill!
one of the rare moments he’ll be silent as he’s focused on wrapping your scarf around you tightly yet not too tight and zipping your coat up. insists on slipping your gloves on for you
H. SEN
literally just an excuse to touch you more, under the pretense that he’s keeping you warm
hands are CONSTANTLY on you no matter what you’re doing, chest pressed up against your back - and once you ask him what the hell he’s doing, he simply says he’s sharing his body heat
which is sort of working
you wanna go out into the snow? yeah, sure, he knows how to warm you back up after if you get my drift
one thing he won’t do - ice skating
absolutely not, not happening. despite being light on his feet, ice skating is the one thing he can’t hack for the life of him. he’s tried, trust him and it quite literally never ends well for him
nothing can get done with him. you wanna build a snowman? okay, just don’t mind the constant slaps and pinches on your ass whenever you bend over to gather more snow. bake and decorate cookies? of course! just ignore the hands shamelessly roaming your body and pressing you up against the counter despite your constant nagging at him to give up and bake the damn cookies
what can he say? he can’t help himself
god does he love having you with him in winter
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could it be a request from Sanji? where he is the reader's protector because she also sank on the ship and survived with him? And when Luffy offers him to join his crew, he tells him that he's not going to leave without her? I am in doubt if I want them to be a couple from the beginning or to use the best friends to lovers?
A/N IMPORTANT: HI awesomemikaus ! Thank you for your request ! I choose the Best Friend to lover trope and give it a jealousy twist, I really enjoy working on this even if that was kinda challenging due to a lot of dialogue and dancing around the already existing scene. I hope you will like it and you will send me other request !
Shoutout to : @alienstardustwrites !
Better late than never
OPLA - Sanji
Sanji / OPLA Masterlist and Coming Soon
* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.
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Many situations in life could push people to become close. A mutual friend, a job, a common interest or like in the case of Sanji and you, a major tragedy.
The abordage by Zeff crew alongside the sank of the ship, as you were both children would have scarfs people way more tougher than you. But, luckily you had each other, keeping you sane and safe while you were stuck on the damn rock in the middle of the sea.
Again those days, as you were both working for Zeff at the Baratie. You would wake up in the middle of the night after your recurrent nightmare, searching the hand of Sanji for reassurance, just like when you were still lost at sea, laying against each other. Of course, as you grow up and are now safe in the security of your own room, you would calm yourself by just looking around you. But, some nights, when the nightmare took a turn for the worst. Sanji had many times, without a word, welcoming you in his bed, holding you until you could fall back to sleep.
Reciprocally, the blond cook would also often reach for you, particularly after a frustrating fight with Zeff or when his own nightmare caught up with him. Those nights, as he inserted himself in your bed, his whole body shaking against you, you would turn yourself, caressing his hair until he relaxed enough to finally close his eyes, haunted by horror you know he survived before you arrived in his young life.
As for the kitchen, your close relationship, often mistaken, had brought few interrogation and funny situations among the crew. Among other things, many bets on when the staff will find you finally making out and when, or an initiation for the new hire consisting of trying to ask you out, pushing the protective instinct of Sanji to often scare the crap out of many new cooks.
“ Sanji, this one was just trying to be nice “ You protested, rolling your eyes as the poor new cook who’s just complimented your dessert returned to his station.
“ No love, he was flirting and trust me you deserve better than that “ He replied, finishing his own plate.
“ Should I go tell the same thing to the blond you had spotted at table eight? “ You playfully asked.
“ Oh mon coeur, don’t be jealous, you know you’re the most important woman in my life” He laughs, kissing the top of your head before heading to the heating lamp.
Letting escape a small laugh as you roll your eyes because of him for the second time. Even if you know it was the truth, you couldn’t stop yourself wondering for how long you will still be that important to him.
After all, you had eyes and had been perfectly able to see that your best friend is perfectly attractive and with the flirty mouth of his, one day, one of those ladies will respond favorably to his sweet talk. Then what.
Of course you had tried, one of those nights when you were safe between his arms, to share with him your fears. But, half-asleep, his thumb doing a small circle in the middle of your back, he kissed your forehead before encouraging you to sleep.
“ You’re out of the line ! Go serve the tables. Out ! “ You heard Zeff shout.
Turning your head, seeing Sanji unhappily removing his cook uniforme, you sigh, sharing with the man a compassionate gaze as he passes the door to the dining area.
—
You didn’t expect him to come back with such a large smile on his face, nor having such an acid and strange feeling in your stomach when you heard him talk highly about the ginger angel he was serving. You had seen him inflating himself over some woman before, but not like that, not with that look on his face.
Without realizing, your mood became sour and your answer was more short and sharp than usual.
“ Y/N how much time before the eclair are ready”
“ They will be ready when I say they will be ready Patty !”
“ Damn girl, I hope your pastry is sweeter than you because for once I enjoy more Sanji than you right now” The blue haired cook replied, passing behind you.
“ Fuck you Patty ! “
The blond cook had too had his own taste of your temper, having his own full blow as he was entering the kitchen at the end of the shift.
“ Hey Y/N did see the face of Zeff when I gave him the I Own You note” He laughed, not noticing at first your gloomy attitude.
“ Don’t notice no, must have been too busy, you know cooking and covering your part. “ You stiffly answered.
“ Y/N are you okay ? Did you have a fight with Zeff or Patty ?” Sanji asked, concerned by your attitude. “ Jamie is at the bar today should we go take a drink. Or, I can mix you one here if you want“ He offered, trying to reach your hand in reconfort.
“ No, i’m fine and I’m neither in the mood to been overprotected or had a sad party above a drink “
“ Y/N…what happened ? “ Sanji asked, now really concerned.
“I’m fine I tell you ! You, go take that drink , find that gorgeous perfect ginger angel and Let me breathe “ You end up shouting, exiting the kitchen.
Hesitating to chase after you, his own humor darkens. Sanji ends up smoking alone at the small table of the kitchen, sharing with the new chore boy his old dream about finding the all blue, while you will finally have the good word to describe it in your novel.
“ So that girl earlier was your friend ? “ Luffy kindly asked.
“ Yes, my best friend even if the word is weak, she is way more than that for me” Sanji replied, memories filling his mind as the white smoke danced before his eyes.
“ Oh so you and her…are like soulmate or lover?“
“ Damn If I had a Berrie every time I heard that” Sanji laugh” Y/N and I are…We are…it’s complicated “ He finally exclaimed, finishing his cigarette.
“ I don’t do complicated but you should join my crew ! “
“ Join your crew “ Sanji chuckle “ Y/N and I are like a package deal chore boy, I would never leave her behind “
“ Bring her with you, she seems fun ! “
“ Well, she is, when she’s in a good mood “ He replied, his gaze fixed on the rotative door of the kitchen, his mind fixed on you.
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That night, as you were trying to sleep, you heard the familiar sound of your door open and softly close,before feeling the bed bend under the mass of another occupant.
“ A Nightmare Sanji ? “ You simply asked.
“ No, more a concern keeping me awake. You seem really upset today”
“ That’s nothing “ You brush away, keeping your turn back to him.
“ The chores boy has offered me to join his crew “ Sanji confessed, chuckling a little but still serious.
“ So you leaving ? “ You asked, your heart falling in a pit in your stomach, a sour taste filling your mouth.
“ No, Zeff needs me, needs us…but I admit I had thought about it for a moment. Finding the All Blue Y/N, but I can’t, I own the old men our lives ”
Turning yourself around, meeting his clear blue eyes, you gently inserted yourself in his arms.
“ You don’t want to talk about today ? “ Sanji insisted, his arms adjusting themselves around your lying form.
“ No, I had a talk with Jamie, it was enough, now I just want to sleep and forget today, all of it” You replied, your eyelid becoming heavier, the reassuring warmth of his body putting you gently to sleep.
“ What, Jamie? Why did you come talk to me ? “
“ Sanji, please “ You pleaded, your head filling the crook of his neck trying to find a comfortable way to sleep.
“Do you want me to leave ?” He strangely asked.
“ No, please stay, i’m really comfortable “
“ Goodnight Y/N ”
“ Night Sanji “
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The next morning was for Sanji, one of the strangest of his life. Waking up by your side wasn’t new for him, but, as you were still asleep, the light of the sun illuminating your features beautifully, he advanced a hand to caress your hair. Scaring away the new cooks who try to seduce you and shut down bets about your romantic life was always fun and game, after all you were way too good for those wannabe cooks. So,why he couldn’t stop to think about you and Jamie, and why he felt so uneasy and angry about it.
Leaving a kiss on your forehead before heading to his own room to change. The strange feeling following him like a cloud,didn’t dissipate, even when he was keeping himself busy helping with the morning prep. He soon regretted, as the day became even more unusual, ( stitching up with Zeff an unconscious swordsman with moss hair) and dangerous ( Jumping in a fight with Arlong and his fishman attacking the restaurant. Keeping an eye on the kitchen to make sure you were safe ), to not take a moment more to keep you against him while he could.
But the most difficult of all was his own personal battle with Zeff. Why the stubborn old man couldn’t see that his place was there with you and him.
“ Little eggplant, for how long will you hide your head in the sand? Staying here is abandoning your dream and if you don't take a good look in front of you you will miss the best treasure here. “Zeff argued, watching Sanji angrily collecting the plates.
Anger bubbling like lava into his stomach, the pile of dirty dishes in his hand, trying to keep himself busy even during the verbal fight, Sanji faced his mentor.
“ You need us Old man and you don’t know what you talking about “ He replied, his contradicting feeling flashing a sweet vision of your sleeping self.
“ I know what love is little eggplant, you can play the friends card all you want, but I know she’s the one who'll keep your nightmare away. When she will have a partner, little eggplant, do you think they will allow you in their bed ? “ The chef asked, knowing perfectly where to push his proteger to make him move.
“ She would never leave me behind “The blond said, his lips a tight line, trying to ignore the invasive thought that, just yesterday, you had preferred talking of your problem to Jamie than him.
“ She will not, but a mermaid like her deserves to be loved and cherished, little eggplant. If you don’t, somebody else will. You will not be able to keep her to yourself forever. Take her with you, treat her right and find the All Blue.If it’s my permission you need, go, she’s in the kitchen “
“ Fine ! “ Defeated Sanji shouted, putting down the piles of plates, before kicking a chair, heading for the kitchen.
You were indeed where the old chef had said, cleaning slowly your station since every cooking activity had been shut down since the attack.
“ Y/N love, make your bag the old man don’t need us anymore, we will find the All Blue. “ The blond cook said, gently taking off your hand the dishcloths.
“ What...what’s happened ? “ You asked, confused. The last time you had seen Zeff and Sanji was after the Fishmen had left and the old chef hadn’t said a word about kicking them out.
“ We will take the offer of the chores boy and leave this place “ He simply answered, collecting his knives.
“ Sanji...I think it’s better if I stay here “ You confessed,every fiber of your body protesting against the choice you made.
“ What...Y/N “ Sanji stops,facing you, his heart skipping a beat. “ It’s our dream…”
“ I know, but those days I...Sanji I can do it anymore… watch you flirt with all those women ,wondering ,which one will be the one who will fascinate you enough to take my place. That ginger girl will be lucky Sanji.”
“ Nobody will take your place, Y/N, please I need you “ Tears rolling of his eyes, his heart arching as the words of Zeff making more and more sense “ I can’t do it without you “
“ Sanji, you’re the best cook in all the east blue you…” You sadly smiled, your own tears rolling on your cheeks, but your encouraging speeches had been quickly cut by his warm lips against yours giving you the longest due kiss of existence, his hand cupping your face.
“ No, I can’t because nothing makes sense without you” He answered, his arms embracing you. “ If you stay I stay, if you go I go. I’m really late I know but, I love you, I think from the time on that damn rock, when you were just a little girl in a torn dress to now. Je t’aime Y/N “
Emotions were colinding in you like an avalanche as you reach for his lips, smiling uncontrollably against his mouth.
“ Better late than never “ You whispered between two kisses. “ I love you too. But I swear if you call me Madam or one of those generic nicknames you used, I kick your ass.”
“ No worries, I had a better one for you Mon amour “ Sanji laughed, kissing your cheeks.
Lost in your own bubble of happiness, you didn’t hear the double door opening until the intruder shouted.
“ CREW, THE BOSS MAN WINS THE KISSING BETS WITH THE LOCATION - IN THE KITCHEN IN FRONT OF THE FUCKING PASTRY !- “ Patty shouted, returning without another word in the dinner room.
Bursting in laughter, holding you thigh, Sanji meet your gaze, the unanswered question floating around you.
“Sanji, let’s find the All Blue together” You said.
—
As the Merry Going was slowly leaving the Baratie dock, Zeff and your colleague shouting goodbye and advice. You couldn’t believe you were finally off to write your novel and travel the world, Sanji by your side. It had taken you a long time to finally see and admit your feelings to each other but now that it was done, you couldn’t wait to live that next chapter of your life.
“ I have talked to Luffy and we have a room for ourselves, our own bed. “Sanji happily said, taking your hand. “ No more nightmare night and I can’t wait to wake up by your side everyday”
“ Me too” You simply responded, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss.
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BONUS:
Few years later, as Zeff was opening a letter you had sent him from the Grand Line by special Seagull post, a small card fell on the table. In the photo, a little girl, not much older than one year old was holding a whisk, laughing, his characteristic almost white blond hair covering one of his eyes, and your cute nose already distinct in his tiny face. In the bottom of the card, you had written Zelinda (Vinesmoke) Y/L/N .
Crushing under his thumbs the fat tears of joy menacing to roll on his cheeks, Zeff takes the picture and puts it on the message board, his old heart full of love for his two love birds.
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Hi there I same you writing for South Park and I wanted to put in a request, how would the main 4 (separate) when their gf gets hurt/in a fight?
Also love how you write them sm
-orchrid anon
how the main 4 would react when their gf gets hurt in a fight
note: HELLO ORCHRID ANON, you sound so sweet, thankyou for the complement i hope you enjoy this one! tw: slight sa in cartmans
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kenny mccormick
it was lunch and kenny and others was talking about the new game thats about to launch in a couple weeks, stan then asked kenny if you and bebe has been fighting lately.
he was quite confused and asked why he said that, "dude didn't you see? the entire class the both of them was staring at each other as if they wanted to rip each others hair out" kyle chimed into the convo, apparently the whole class noticed it, kenny was focused on something else during class so he didn't notice anything.
all of the sudden some other 4 graders was running outside, cartman asked what was going on and the 4th grader said bebes hair is getting ripped out by you
kenny was shocked af, you weren't the type to get into fights because of how you always forgave people. if bebe did something to you so much to the fact you would fight her makes him worried.
all of them rushed outside to see a big circle and in the middle with you and bebe ,you had your hair tied up with loose hair strands. your lips was bleeding and so was your eyebrow. you cheek was swollen, but if you look at bebe she was a thousand times worse.
you were sitting on top of bebe punching her and kenny knew if he didn't get involved bebe would be dead by the time the fight ended, kenny pulled you away from the fight with you trying to kill that bitch. he quickly took you home despite still being school hours
"what the fuck happened babe? if someones been bothering you, you could've tell me i can handle it" (because of his alter persona being mysterion) "that bitch was talking about my mom being a whore and effing her dad, how could i not get mad???" kenny settled you down on your bed for you to blow some steam off on your pillow.
coming back with the first aid kit he treated your wounds and bruises with you moaning abt it not hurting and wanting to continue fighting. "babe next time dont hurt your precious face like this, just tell me okay? i dont want you to be in trouble"
he was really sweet for comforting you and you calmed down. you kissed him for thanks "damn, do that again but longer" you laughed and so did he. he ended up staying over and listened to you ranting to him about how fucked up bebe is, you two cuddled and watched some movie knowing tmr you'd get sent to mr mackeys for fighting and ditching school . kenny also made a mental note to visit bebe tonight.. <3
stan marsh
school ended and you stan and the others promised to go play at your house, some of the girls called you out, they waited long for you outside of school and cartman was not having it, about 5 minutes later you came out the door
but it seemed like you got into a fight, your hair was a mess and your face was fucked up, even your coat and scarf was missing, you looked like you could have frost bite any second.
the four of them rushed over to ask millions of questions, while being questioned stan realized you were freezing and gave you his coat, he'd rather him being cold than you, now back to questioning.
"what happened dude? you look like shit" you explained that apparently when wendy and the other girls called you to the playground to "talk" it was about stan, wendy was not happy stan broke up with her for you, when you arrived they were wendy and her cronies surrounding you, "what did i tell you about touching stan y/n?! dont fuck with me!"
they all jumped you trying to fuck up your face so stan would loose feelings for you, what they didn't know though was you could take all of them while sleeping, you were a black belt and your dad always taught you self defense, you easily took them. you should've known that wendy had ill intentions towards you.
when stan heard all of this he was fuming he wanted to go in and beat all of them up, luckily he doesn't fight women (unless necessary) kyle and the others was also mad af, you told them to deal with it tmr because all you wanted to do was go home and play some games or wtv.
the next day stan marched right up to wendy, and wow did you handle her.her face was wayyy worse than you, stan almost laughed. anyways he yelled at her on how stupid of it for her to fight you just because they broke up. it got heated real fast, stan ended it with saying "well fuck you wendy, after this don't even think i'd even consider you as a friend!!" he wanted to say so may things but if he did even you would be mad at him.
he'd take care of you until your wounds and bruises gets better, when you do anything he'd act like a whole mother. after this wendy always glared and didn't dare touch you.
kyle broflovski
when he heard you got into a fight he couldn't believe it like "y/n??? y/n l/n??? my girlfriend y/n??" "oh my fucking god yes" he was waiting for you outside the counselors office (with the other of course), it took really long and it sounded like you and whoever it was, was arguing inside.
it ended with a loud sigh from mr mackey and telling the both of you to get out. you came out with your hands in your pockets looking annoyed, you had a tissue up you nose, your eyebrows was bleeding and you had a small cut on your forehead. they were shocked at the state of your face. then the girl that you fought came out. it was a random 4th grader the others haven't meet before, apparently it was the new kid.
you told them that she had moved to the house infront of you and caused havoc, she'd throw eggs at your window and rocks at your bedroom windows, would also ask you to come over just to ask you to clean up her house! you told your parents but they would never catch her in the act. you punched her one day not wanting to deal with the shit she puts you through and she promised the next time she saw you it was on. you just didn't know it'd be at school.
you sigh knowing you have to deal with your parents later. kyle immediately took you the school nurse getting bandages for your wounds and a ice pack for whatever he thought its for. he didn't knew how to do anything but tried so hard, so precious. he told you to stay still and wouldn't have to lift a finger because he and the others can handle it.
the new kid was introduced and everyone knew what she did, you were a very famous lovable person, everyone loved you. wendy rolled her eyes at her knowing what she did to you. everyone ignored her. even when she was being introduced nobody was paying attention, they were just playing. she was mad to say the least, she thought everyone would love her esp kyle bc she took a liking to him!!
when you came back from the nurses office everyone greeted you. asking if your ok and if you need help. the new kid looked pissed at the sudden fame you got. you asked kyle what happened and he told you that not only he told everyone what happened between you two, he spread rumours about her, telling everyone she was someone who'd steal everyones mans and how she liked to steal things
you laughed at his efforts and also didn't know he could be such a gossip girl you kissed him to show thanks, the year continued with the new kid having 1-2 friends just because she was a bitch to you <3
eric cartman
him and three others was at his house waiting for you so they can go and play basketball. while on your guys way to his house some 6th grader called you over, you did and told them to go ahead and wait for you. it was well past 20 minutes now and they re getting bored.
"dude where is your girlfriend? she's taking forever omgg" "i dont know geez" suddenly you burst open the door making them all jump. you were out of breath and looked horrible , your hair looks like you haven't showered in years, your cheek was swollen and your coat had a tear in it, "dude what the fuck happened" "yeah you okay?" you were in tears.
the 6th grades asked to borrow 100$ which you didnt have so you refused but they wanted it now, you told them you didnt have them, you were getting real scared and wanted to run away, you looked behind you to see if it was okay to run or if there was someone you can call for help when all of the sudden someone grabbed you shoulder and demanded the 100$, he grabbed strands of your hair and kissed it saying that you can pay with something else winking at you. the other two 6th graders just laughed and you punched him, you were grossed out. they were shocked, the other 6th grader punched you and it was a full on fight, you could handle two of them but the other was too strong, you just ran off to cartmans house scared.
after you told the story cartman wanted to go and burn the 6th graders house but he hold it in "dont worry, i got this" cartman said to your crying figure on the couch and left the house. you looked dumbfounded but wtv.
(the 6th graders pov)you went home after getting beaten up by some lousy girl, you made sure to make a mental note to meet her tmr. going up the stairs to greet your pet bird, he was your fav thing in the world, you lov- hes dead. what the fuck, your room was trashed, all of your clothing was torn apart and on the floor was a note written on it was (fuck your 100$ bitch) .............
when cartman got back he told everyone to go home and to just play tmr, except you of course you can stay, he acted all tough but he was actually so worried for you, he treated to your bruises immediately, he was surprisingly good, the next day the 6th graders didnt bother you, infact they were scared of you, whatever cartman did you were so thankful
you kissed him and hugged him, he cringed and made puking noises but he loved it, you both knew <3
hope you liked it, cartmans is a bit messy cz i got tired halfway writing all of this sorry!!
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Month 9 - Leaffall
Scrap still wasn’t used to eating animals with fur and feathers and everything. She wished that these Clan cats had kibbles or sausage or cheese. Luckily, Branchbark had taken her fishing that morning. She was terrible at it, but he wasn’t that bad and had managed to snag her a small river fish he called a dace which she had scarfed down so quickly she had nearly choked. If she weren’t so worried about upsetting her new hosts, she would have devoured the entire prey pile, fur and feathers be damned.
Now she sat on the edge of the little clearing, grooming her paws over and over and over again. Last night, Goldenstar had come to her and discussed the possibility of her joining the Clan, officially changing her name and becoming one of their ‘warriors’. She couldn’t imagine herself being a warrior, a fighter. She pictured Razor and his bruisers, or even Van Pelt and the other zealous Chaff, and her legs started to shake. But Goldenstar had assured her that being a Clan warrior was very different from that. If she wanted to, she wouldn’t be required to fight so long as she helped keep the prey flowing and the dens clean and that didn’t sound so bad. Goldenstar had even offered to change her name which was an exciting idea.
After a bit of thought, she had agreed, and Goldenstar had told her there would be an official ceremony the next day. Scrap was consumed by nerves. She couldn’t help but worry she would muck the whole thing up. What would the Clan cats do? Would they laugh at her? Would they beat her? Starve her? All three? Branchbark had assured her no harm would come to her but, any time she sat still, the thoughts began to overflow.
And so she sat, grooming her paws over and over and over again.
Nearby, she spied Branchbark’s friend, Oddstripe, grooming her- his kits similarly. It was still odd to Scrap, being so close to a pretender like that. Back home, Razor would have taken the cat’s massive ears or worse until she had renounced her foolishness. But here she was free- he was free to do as he pleased. Dammit! She had to remember! He, he, he, he, he. She was a he, or- curses! He was a he. Shaking her head, Scrap gave herself a few quick whacks over the head to try and drill it into her brain.
“Oh, don’t do that,” Oddstripe said, startling her.
“Sorry,” Scrap said quickly, pulling both her paws beneath her.
“Oh, It’s alright,” Oddstripe said, blushing. “I didn’t mean- I just meant it makes me sad to see you hurt yourself like that.”
“Yeah, you gotta be nice to yourself,” chirped the fluffiest of the kits.
“It didn’t really hurt,” Scrap laughed anxiously. To tell the truth, she liked the pain of it, it was satisfying in a way.
“Okay,” Oddstripe said gently, “As long as it doesn’t hurt.”
“Papa!” the girl of the litter whined, “My feathers aren’t right!” Oddstripe turned back to his kits and leaned down to help fix a series of cardinal feathers into the kit’s fur.
“Here,” he said, placing a few more licks over her shoulders to get the feathers to lie straight. “How’s that?”
“Better,” frowned the girl. “Thank you, Papa.”
“Look!” the blue boy whispered loudly, “Goldenstar’s coming out of her den! It’s time!”
“Shh! She’ll hear you!” hissed the other boy. Oddstripe chuckled and gave them a few more licks over the head. Scrap gave her own paws a few more licks, wincing slightly as her tongue pulled at the skin her previous grooming had made raw. She pulled her paws underneath her and curled her tail close around her, hoping to be as small as possible until she was called upon. Her eyes flitted across the camp to Goldenstar who was speaking softly with Scorch.
Scrap swallowed dryly. In the time they had shared the camp, Scorch had mostly avoided her, thank the folk, and had not been nearly as smooth and gregarious as she was used to. Still, it seemed she had once again found favor with the local leader. She wondered if Goldenstar had the same kind of fondness for her that Razor had. Given their tolerance for pretenders, there was a decent chance they didn’t mind that kind of behavior either. There had always been rumors Scorch went both ways so Scrap wouldn’t be surprised.
After exchanging a few words, Goldenstar bunched her powerful muscles and leapt onto the stone above her den. Scrap flinched as Scorch’s eyes fixed on her for a moment. Thankfully, they just as quickly moved away as Scorch turned and padded to the edge of the clearing and settled down.
On top of the stone, Goldenstar raised her tail and called out, “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Stoneperch for a Clan meeting!” Her voice cut clearly through the open air of the plains and soon all of the cats had emerged from their dens to listen. Scrap felt a strange prickle of unease when she realized how relaxed they all were. Some were excited, sure, but none were afraid. It was like she had stumbled into a garden meeting somehow and she felt intensely out of place. Unconsciously, she gave her tender paws a few more licks.
“Today,” Goldenstar said, smiling proudly, “We gather together to name three apprentices, the first since we survived the Red Gut plague and my first as Leader. I know we have all been looking forward to this. Naming new apprentices is a sign that our Clan is still strong and thriving and lets us look forward to the day three new warriors are welcomed into our ranks.” Looking down at the kits, who were fidgeting by their father, Goldenstar said, “Barleykit, Sparrowkit, Floodkit, would you please step forward?”
The two boys bounded eagerly into the middle of the clearing, staring up at Goldenstar with their tail tips curling excitedly. The girl paused nervously until Oddstripe gave her a gentle nudge forward and she scrambled to stand between her brothers.
Goldenstar purred, “The three of you have reached the age of six moons and today you will begin your training to become warriors. Sparrowkit, from this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Sparrowpaw.” The fluffy brown tom grinned and nodded, puffing up his chest with pride. Scrap watched the ceremony enthralled. What strange traditions these Clan cats had.
“Russetfrond,” Goldenstar said, and Scrap followed her gaze to a burly ginger tom with handsome cheeks and cardinal feathers in his tail. “You have proven yourself to be a dedicated and loyal warrior and I believe it is time for you to take another apprentice. You will mentor Sparrowpaw. I hope that you will teach him to focus his enthusiasm into a similar dedication to his Clan.” Russetfrond grunted with a nod and stood to join the apprentices in the middle of the circle of cats. He leaned down to touch noses with Sparrowpaw who beamed up at him, golden eyes sparkling.
The rest of the cats suddenly called out, “Sparrowpaw! Sparrowpaw!”, startling Scrap. She took a deep breath and held her ground, wishing there was something close by to hide under.
Once they had finished, Russetfrond murmured in his apprentice’s ear, “This way.” Laying his tail over Sparrowpaw’s back, he guided the young cat off to the side to sit and then the ceremony continued.
“Barleykit,” Goldenstar said, causing the kit in question to squeak and straighten herself. “From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Barleypaw. Your mentor will need to be able to teach you a warrior’s skill and how to have confidence in it, and for that reason, I have chosen Yarrowshade to be your mentor.” The creamy ginger cat who had greeted Scrap at the border sat up excitedly, seemingly surprised by the news. “Yarrowshade, I expect you to look out for Barleypaw and help her grow into a brave and powerful warrior.”
“I won’t let you down,” Yarrowshade said, moving to touch noses with Barleypaw. Again, the cats began to cheer the young cat’s name until she and her new mentor moved off to the side - the opposite side, Scrap noted. The final kit of the litter squirmed in anticipation as he waited for Goldenstar to resume.
“Floodkit,” she said, “From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Floodpaw. After some consideration and discussion with Nightfrost and your father, I have decided that I myself will be your mentor. I look forward to working with you to teach you the skills and mindset of a warrior.”
Floodpaw was stiff with excitement as Goldenstar leaped down to touch noses with him. The cats raised their voices again to chant his name. Goldenstar smiled, giving her new apprentice a playful cuff over the ear, and then leapt back up onto the Stoneperch. Scrap’s stomach flipped when she realized that she was next.
“In addition to these new apprentices,” said Goldenstar, “we are proud to name a new warrior. While Scrap has come to us for protection and would be welcome to stay regardless, she has expressed interest in taking a warrior name and learning to follow our code.” Scrap tried to lift her head proudly but she couldn’t manage to rise from her crouch and ended up feeling like a ridiculous turtle.
Goldenstar continued, “Now, the last time I inducted a cat into the Clan, I changed the words of the ceremony in order to make them more comfortable and I know that that upset many of you. It was never my intention to permanently change the oaths our warriors swear or to turn my back on StarClan and I apologize for giving you all that impression. I simply did not want to ask a cat to swear to something that they don’t fully understand, especially to the death. For that reason, I propose a Soft Oath that new cats can swear. The oath would allow them to take a name and participate in Clan duties until they feel comfortable swearing the True Oath that our warrior apprentices will swear. Are there any objections?”
Cats shifted, considering the thought. The big ginger tom, Russetfrond, opened his mouth and then closed it.
After another moment, he said, “No, I see the logic in that.”
“Agreed,” nodded Nightfrost, the big she-cat who seemed to be second in command. The rest of the cats all nodded or shrugged, except for the elderly Healer sitting near the edge of her den who sat silently, eyes closed.
“Good,” Goldenstar sighed in relief. “With that in mind, Scrap, could you please step forward?” Scrap flinched at the sound of her name, instinctively. Forcing herself to stand and step forward. The moment she left the safety of the crowd, her skin began to crawl. An overwhelming compulsion to clean her pelt began to tug on her brain. It felt like a fog was closing around her psyche and it took all of her effort to stare through it and focus on Goldenstar’s voice.
“Scrap,” said Goldenstar, “is it your wish to join RisingClan as a warrior, to learn our ways, and to serve your fellow warriors?”
Scrap had agreed to this last night, but somehow her throat wouldn’t move. Fighting against her own nerves, she managed to eke out a shaky, “Yes.”
“In return, the Clan will serve you in kind,” said Goldenstar. “Would you like to take a new name or keep the one you already have?”
“Um,” Scrap shifted. “A new one, please.” She had no attachment to her name. It had always been a point of mockery for her, or a term of derision. She honestly wondered what these strange cats would think to call her. Suddenly, she was struck by the fear that they would give her something even worse than scrap. Why hadn’t she considered that sooner? They had all been so kind, but that didn’t mean-
“Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you a warrior name. From this day forward, you will be known as Aldertail. Your resilience and bravery shine through and we welcome you as a member of RisingClan.”
The cats cheered her new name. “Aldertail! Aldertail!” The cries were slightly less enthusiastic than those given to the kits, which was to be expected, but they surprised her nonetheless. She looked around in awe. Goldenstar jumped down again and pressed her nose to Scrap- no, Aldertail’s forehead gently. Aldertail blinked up at her, unsure what to do.
“With that our meeting is concluded,” Goldenstar said to the crowd then, more softly, she added, “I hope you like the name. I tried to pick out a good one.”
“I’m sure it’s a good one, your excellence,” the new warrior said, bowing her head.
“No need to use titles,” Goldenstar reminded her, “we’re friends here.”
“Right!” winced Aldertail. “I’ll remember, I promise.”
“It’s fine, really,” Goldenstar said with a little laugh.
Floodpaw, who had been waiting nearby, finally decided to cut in. “Goldenstar, can we go do battle training or something?”
“Ah, yeah, sure, one second,” Goldenstar said, looking down at him. “Why don’t you go grab the others and we’ll talk about what we want to do on your first day.”
“Okay!” he nodded and sprinted off to the spot where Russetfrond was talking with Sparrowpaw.
“I have to go,” Goldenstar said, “but make yourself comfortable. Our home is yours now too.”
“Thank you,” Aldertail nodded. “I will.” With that, Goldenstar headed off, and the rest of the crowd dispersed as well. Branchbark and his friend, Ospreymask, approached.
“How are you feeling?” asked Branchbark.
“Good,” Aldertail said, feeling nauseated.
“Your name is so perfect!” chirped Ospreymask. “Your tail looks just like a catkin!”
“A what?” Aldertail asked.
“A catkin!” Ospreymask said, “They’re the flowers that hang from alder trees.”
“Oh,” she nodded in response. “That’s what the name means.”
“Have you never seen an alder tree before?” Ospreymask asked.
“We don’t get many trees in the city,” she said, shaking her head.
“We can show you one,” offered Branchbark. “They might not have a lot of catkins on them though.”
“S-sure,” Aldertail nodded. “If it’s not too much trouble.”
“It’s no trouble at all,” he smiled. “Come on!”
The two Clan cats turned and led the way out of camp and Aldertail, turning her name over in her head like it was a toy, followed. She wasn’t sure she was happy, but she felt better than she had. Perhaps she could put the horrors she had seen behind her, out here in the open fields. Perhaps she could bury Scrap and start over. She liked the sound of that.
UPDATES:
Scrap joined RisingClan and took the name Aldertail. Floodkit, Sparrowkit, and Barleykit have been made apprentices! Floodpaw was apprenticed to Goldenstar Sparrowpaw was apprenticed to Russetfrond Barleypaw was apprenticed to Yarrowshade
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Go With The Flow
A Jackie and V oneshot
('Go With The Flow' - Queens of the Stone Age)
The noodle bar outside Megabuilding H10 was always packed, its mix of cheap eats and decent synth sauce always drawing locals and drifters alike. V sat hunched over his bowl, swirling the noodles with his chopsticks. Across from him, Jackie was all grins, scarfing down his bowl like he’d never see food again.
"Choom, I'm telling you — Dexter DeShawn” He said, jabbing his chopsticks at V. "Fat black Jesus of the Afterlife - only one of the best fixers this city’s ever seen. You land a gig with him, you’re not just some cyberpunk scrounging for scraps. You’re somebody.”
V tilted his head, trying to keep the smirk on his face from slipping into a frown. Jackie’s energy was contagious — always was — but something didn’t sit right. Maybe it was Dex himself. The guy had been off the grid for two years, and everyone knew he got his whole crew iced.
"Yeah, I don’t know about this, Jackie," V said. "Two years in the wind isn’t just a holiday, it’s exile. And now he’s just… back? Feels off to me."
Jackie shrugged, unbothered as always. "C’mon, V. Guy’s a legend. You don’t stay down unless you’re weak, and Dex ain’t weak. You get in with him, people notice."
"Yeah? What about his last crew, what do they think?" V shot back. "Y’know, the ones who are all dead?"
Jackie paused just long enough for V to think he’d scored a point, then chuckled. "Every gig’s got risks, mano. High risk, high reward, that’s the biz. You’re actin’ like this is your first job."
"Just sayin’," V muttered. Jackie’s optimism could steamroll right over you if you let it, and maybe V didn’t want to fight it. Deep down, he knew part of him wanted Jackie to be right.
"Hey, all jobs get bloody, V. You know that. You move on, get up, keep walking. Like I said, that’s the biz."
"Yeah," V muttered, staring at his bowl. "That’s the biz."
But it wasn’t just the Dex thing that was gnawing at him. Six months back in Night City, and it already felt like home and a trap all at once. Atlanta felt like a fever dream now — just him and his ex, trying to find a slice of happiness and outrun whatever demons Night City threw at them. Didn’t work out, obviously.
"Yo, V, you listening?" Jackie’s voice cut through the haze.
"Hm? Yeah, I’m listening."
"You gotta lighten up. Can’t just sit here worrying about what might happen. You feel me?"
V sighed, finally twirling his chopsticks through the noodles and taking a bite. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t great. "Guess you’re right. Just… somethin’ about this one stinks."
"Yeah, well, when doesn’t it stink? Ain’t like this city runs on good vibes and clean hands." His smile softened. "But we got this, choom. Me and you? Ain’t nothin’ we can’t handle."
"Yeah, okay."
Jackie reached over and clapped him on the shoulder, grinning like it was all already settled. "That’s the spirit! Me and you, mano — ain’t no stoppin’ us now!"
V let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "You’re cute, Jackie. Real cute."
Jackie froze mid-slurp, his grin twisting into something more teasing. "Cute? Oh, damn, V. You hittin’ on me now?"
V kept his smirk steady, eyes on his bowl, but his thoughts were already spiralling. Did Jackie know?
"Don’t flatter yourself." He deadpanned.
Jackie laughed, big and loud, and V forced himself to chuckle along. It wasn’t the first time they had joked like that — little comments here and there, nothing serious.
"Just don’t let this job with Dex, whatever it is, go to your head."
“I’m not, I swear!”
It didn’t matter what V said anyway. Jackie was Jackie — big heart, big dreams, big enough to fill any space he walked into. And V? He was still figuring out who he was and what the hell he even wanted.
“Mhm.” V sighed, letting the argument go. Jackie wasn’t gonna budge, and truth be told, he didn’t want him to. If the big guy believed in this gig, maybe his optimism was enough to curb his cynicism for now.
They sat in silence for a minute, the hum of the city filling the air between them. Then Jackie’s voice broke through, sly and casual.
"So," He said, dragging the word out. "Any chicas — or chicos — in your life these days?"
V’s stomach twisted. "Nah," he said quickly, keeping his voice even. "Nothin’ like that."
Jackie tilted his head, his grin beginning to feel like a spotlight. "You sure? You’re not still hung up on your ex, are you?"
The mention of his ex made V’s jaw tighten. He set his chopsticks down carefully and leaned back on his stool to fold his arms. “That’s ancient history, Jack."
Jackie raised his hands. "Alright, alright. No need to get prickly, choom. You deserve somethin’ good, y’know? Someone to come home to. Ain’t all about the hustle all the time."
V stared at his bowl, the noodles limp and suddenly unappetising. "Not lookin’ for that right now," he said. "Got enough on my plate without the kinda mess a relationship could bring."
Jackie didn’t push, and V was grateful for that. He always seemed to know when to back off.
"What about you?" V asked, changing the subject. "You and Misty still solid?"
The grin was back on Jackie’s face in full force. "Oh, you know it, mano. I been thinkin’…" He hesitated, scratching his jaw, suddenly bashful. "…might be time to pop the question, y’know?"
“You think she’s gonna say yes to your big ass?"
"She better, or I’d be heartbroken." Jackie admitted, laughing. "Nah, but for real — she’s the one. I know it. She gets me, V. Not just the good parts, either — the messy shit too. And she doesn’t try to change me. That’s important, y’know?"
V nodded. "You two make sense together, Jackie."
Jackie’s face lit up in that way it always did when he talked about Misty. And V couldn’t help but feel glad for him.
V pushed his bowl away, then Jackie started talking again, spinning stories about Night City legends and aspirations of their own names being known quantity at the Afterlife. The guy was always full of pipe dreams and big plans, and V always listened. He let himself believe he was right — that this gig was their ticket to the major leagues, and that they really were unstoppable.
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Hello Val, it's me again lol. Could I please request [ 💐 ] - buying them flowers, just because for either Kaveh or Childe? Just pick the character that inspires you more for this prompt and take your time. <3 I'll be patiently waiting because your fics are always worth waiting. - Lots of love, JJ <3
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(Hi me again I’m Val)
Hello JJ!! I decided to do both characters because a) I love them and b) I wanna write something for Kaveh but I also wanna provide you with some yummy Childe fluff ❤️ (also I just know Mr. Ginger Man (affectionate) would give you the biggest god damn bouquet he could get his hands on). Sending love right back at you and thank you for your patience!!
CWs: gn!reader (you/your), a smidge of angst in Kaveh’s, spoilers for Childe’s real name, Kaveh’s is shorter I’m sorry
acts of service prompts: open!
Childe
There are moments in his day where his love for you makes his heart constrict painfully and his lips form the stupidest, lovesick of smiles, his emotions consuming him whole. When he’s at work he has to put down his pen and drop his head in his hands as he fights to calm himself down from this high, because no matter how much he doesn’t want to, he has to in order to finish and return home to you.
Even then though, sometimes Childe’s feelings resurface on his walk home and suddenly he’s walking a little faster and faster and faster until he’s practically running. He told himself he’d keep going until he reached home, that nothing else was to distract him from his mission at hand, a task that goes out the window when his eye catches a lone stall.
Scanning over it an idea popped into his head, one that makes him smile and mutter a small perfect under his breath. The more his newfound plan stewed in his mind, the clearer the picture of your expression became. It would be a happy expression, one of the brightest he’s ever seen, one that makes him think that going through with this shouldn’t be a question at all. Settling his sights on the shopkeep, the male changes course, intending to be quick as to not make you wait.
No more than forty minutes later does a knock echo off your front door. Expecting the loving and boyish face of your lover, your reaction to coming face to face with a wall of flowers is justified. That is to say, your reaction being to stumble back from the door.
Quietly, as if unsure, you call his name, taking a guess that it’s him behind this grand gesture. Honestly, who’s rich enough in Snezhnaya and fancies you enough to do this besides him anyway? Regaining some composure, you hesitantly move past your entryway to just in front of the bouquet, lifting a hand up to brush again the flora.
How soft, is your first thought, the petals as delicate as your touch. Your second thought was about how gorgeous a sight it was to see flowers of all things in the unforgiving cold.
“Do you like them?” Arms encircle you, but there’s no fear in you as you rest your arm against his, the familiar red scarf hanging in the corner of your vision and his soothing voice are plenty familiar to you.
Humming in response, you look behind you, finally getting to see him after being apart all day. His nose and cheeks were a little red, and his scarf was loose to the point it could slide off his neck at any point, but other than that he appeared content as ever. “They’re very pretty, Ajax, thank you. What’s the occasion though?”
Instead of a response, be it in the form of words or a joyous laugh, his lips simply meet yours as a replacement, soft and gentle as they move against yours. Your shock is over quickly, leaning in to return his affection. Pulling you just a little closer, the male drops his voice to a whisper, breath hot against your skin, “I got them because I love you. What other reason should there be?”
Kaveh
For the most part, money is scarce for the architect. He can’t always go spending it on whatever he pleases, whenever he pleases. However, Kaveh is also a romantic at heart and has an eye for beauty. So, who really needs to budget when they see something pretty that their lover would like?
Well, turns out Kaveh does, as he finds out. Even though the blond stands before you, a single pale Padisarah in hand, all he can embarrassingly think about is how he was short by about 400 mora at the checkout. The only reason he even got a flower was because the old woman at the counter was kind enough to let him have it.
“I know it’s not much,” he begins, voice betraying how he truly felt about his lack of grandeur, “but I still wanted to get you a little something. I… hope you like it.” The man before you now seems so small compared to his usual loud and passionate self, even his hands twitch with nerves as he presents what he believes is a sorry excuse of a gift.
But you, oh, you welcome it with a smile and an eager acceptance, nose falling into the center of the bloomed plant. Just your reaction alone eases his tense shoulders, eyes the colour of fire in a sunset watching as you hurried to place the delicate thing in a safe spot. When you were done you rushed back to his side, grabbing each of his hands in yours and bringing them to rest on your cheeks, your hands remaining over his, “thank you thank you thank you Kaveh! You’re the best!”
Pressing a quick yet firm kiss to his forehead, you wrap your arms around him tight, giving him no room to return your affection… not that he could with how overheated his body was feeling. It definitely didn’t help when you tilted your head so you could whisper in his ear. However, the moment he registers your words he’s snapped out of his embarrassed state, eyes widening a fraction before softening.
“I really do love it. If you buy me one or one hundred, it doesn’t matter to me. The greatest gift is your love, no matter what form it takes.”
Truth be told, in that moment as he returns your embrace, he couldn’t have asked for a better lover than you.
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i would never want to imply that 87 doesn't have issues writing women, cuz it really does (there's diet jokes, there's misogynistic dialogue, and one uncomfortable ...harem...thing...) but what surprises me most is how actually nicely the women can be written into stories when they show up? like case in point: mona lisa.
first of all, when i looked her up before watching this episode for the first time i had seen one picture and was so nervous to get to this episode like "god a girl turtle so she has hair and a pink scarf, and raphael has to comfort her? great its gonna be cringe" but it turned out i was super wrong. its a one off episode for her, but she captures your attention because raphael has fallen into her story (the same way the turtles as a whole in this series fell into april's story)
she uses raphael as a way to get into a party via hanging off his arm and pretending they're a couple, and then leaves him. the camera doesn't ogle on her, they don't make him infatuated with her, they just have him clearly confused by why a girl took his arm kissed his cheek and then left. and then he sees her acting suspicious so he follows her, sees her hijacking the ship and assumes she's up to no good, cuz this is a turtles episode damn it, shes probably the bad guy!
she doesn't take his shit and tries to tell him to leave cuz he doesn't know what hes getting into and thinks he'll get hurt (she doesn't realize he is a real ninja turtle) before the villain shows up. we get her back story, where we learn she's a physics student who was kidnapped by the villain and forced to work for him, to which she plays along with because she's clever, and she found a way to stop him from the inside. this gets her mutated in the process. raphael realizes hes messed up and assumed this was his story to figure out but it wasn't, he's interrupted her story. raph realizes hes made a mistake and has to help her fix it.
at no point do they actually write this as a romance (despite it being possible to read some dialogue as flirtation, it isn't overt) they're writing mona lisa as someone who isn't taking raphael's sass and is dishing it right back at him and us the audience. the fact its called "raphael meets his match" is so fitting because she's just as much of a character as he is, and the reason it became a ship is on the merit of the way she is written to be a character with her own story and her own personality first, and then as a companion to raphael second
and its kind of sad when i think about 12 mona lisa because, yeah shes this huge alien warrior who fights well, shes not a pretty character, but we don't get to know much about her before her new role in this story is to be the object of raphael's affection. in the end i think its a matter of the (male) writers thinking "well the original mona lisa is too cute and wears pink and she gets helped by the turtles so if we make her a COOL ALIEN WHO FIGHTS GOOD that will make her a stronger character" which is not how that works!
unlike 87, she gets multiple episodes where she shows up, but each time her role is the same. she's raph's girlfriend first and foremost. there's moments of inner turmoil in her, but it always comes down to her fighting for her people vs staying true to raphael. and since this show is about the turtles it puts her place in the story as being about him.
so to me, given the choice between a mona who's story raphael falls into, vs one where she's forced into his, give me the cute pink one any day. that's the stronger character between the two.
#tmnt#tmnt mona lisa#tmnt 1987#87 mona lisa#yeah ive had a lot of thoughts about the women in this franchise and it seems like people might like hearing abt it?#this was in my drafts for a while#again..... we are only speaking about the agency of the women in question#not the shows as a whole#thoughts
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The recoms
Brown: I BET I CAN WIN IN A FIGHT WITH YOU LOPEZ!
Lopez: ALRIGHT BET!
Ja: WAIT I NEED TO RECORD!
Z-dog: -starts recording-
-Brown And Lopez fighting like Blue cats-
Lyle:COLONEL THE CATS ARE FIGHTING AGAIN
Lopez: -pulls off browns scarf- HAHA GOT YOUR SCARF!
Brown: -messes up Lopez’s waves- HAHA NO MORE WA-
Lopez: -slaps the shit out of him- BITCH
Mansk: -walks in-….-walks out- nope
Prager: -on the top bunk watching- I got the high grounds
Walker: and I got a damn nerf gun
Fike: YALL STOP BEFORE WE GET IN TROUBLE
Quaritch: I LEAVE FOR 10 MINUTES AND WHAT DO I COME BACK TO!?
The whole unit:…………..sugar honey ice tea
Lopez: -stops strangling brown and drops him to the ground-
Brown: -head hits the ground- owwwwwwww
Z-dog: -stops recording-
Ja:…..we can explain
Lyle: -comes back- what up ?
The whole unit: YOU FRICKING SNITCH!
Lyle:…. Yeah no -runs down the hall-
Quaritch: all of y’all bed now. It’s nap time for y’all
The unit: WHAT?
Prager: I WASNT EVEN APART OF THIS!
Walker: IM A FULL GROWN ADULT
Quaritch: y’all can either take a nap or get on the ground and do push-ups until I say stop
-the whole unit scrambles to get to their bunks-
Quaritch: good now GO TO SLEEP! -turns off the lights while he leaves-
Lopez: Maldita perra (fucking bitch *this is from Google Translate so yeah*)
Fike: welp…z send me the video while you’re at it
Z-dog: I’ll think about it
Prager: -already asleep-
-Mansk and Lyle walk in and go to their bunks-
Mansk: -sets his sunglasses to the side and falls asleep-
Fike: y’all wanna hear a story?
The unit: no
Fike: well damn
#don’t ask why i’m doing this#avatar#recom squad#recom mansk#recoms#recom quaritch#mansk#recom lopez#recom zdog#recom fike#recom prager#recom walker#lyle wainfleet#avatar way of water
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"Daddy, may I have another teacake?"
(AU: Miles is a transman happily married to Hobie and they have a son together.)
Miles looks through his kitchen to find a teacups for afternoon tea and scones. The thirty one year old set up the two teacups and scones then he hears the tea kettle whistling out loud. Going to get two tea bags, he quickly rushes into the living room to find his sister in-law sitting on one of the arm chairs reading a book. "Will Earl Grey be fine? I couldn't find Black tea."
Hobie's older sister's dark eyes glances up with a small smile, she had on a floral purple printed head scarf to cover her shaved head. The dark circles around her eyes made her eyes look bigger, and she wore a long blue floral printed house dress with some fuzzy green slippers. Her once flourished plump legs were now skinny, very slim to the point it look boney. She wore warm thick socks, and have a blanket on her lap.
"That's fine, Miles." She set her book down to the table next to her. The large window behind her set the comfortable mood.
"Alright, will you be fine with blueberry scones?"
"Yes, can you please cut it for me?" She kindly asked having a soft voice, she's the shyest sibling out all of them. Miles is always amazed by her shy kindness, she's like a little mouse... yet, she was the one that raised all of Brown children.
"Yes, would you like it toasted with butter?" Miles asked knowing full well his sister in-law wouldn't ask what she wants, she felt a burden the moment she came out to her family about having cancer.
It shook many of her siblings, but many didn't seem to be able to have the ability to take her in or they try to figure out what to do. Miles remember how Hobie came to him freaking out, scared almost in a full breakdown for his eldest sister. His husband always said his older sister is more of mother to him than his actual drunken mother.
Miles wanted to support his husband and want to help with Ronica as much as possible. The two first thought about sending money to support her, hoping one of his siblings would take her in and watch her. Sadly, half of them couldn't because they couldn't afford it or have the time. The other half had their schedules, families, or aren't committed to that kind of responsibilities. It was all back and forth which causes them to fight, argue about the whole thing.
The other main problem was their mother, she didn't seem to care or wanted to watch over her eldest child. She didn't mind taking the money for her own personal use, which all of them knew she would do. So the Brown siblings had to make sure their older sister has to get out of that home to be take care of. Another is to watch over her, or hire someone to take care of her.
The stress causes some to ghost for a bit, which was very messed up. Ronica tries to say she can do it on her own and work something out with their mother. For the first time in years, Hobie had a cigarette from the stress, and got caught by his Sunflower. Miles never forget the look on his face.
"Sunflower? Um... this... fuck, I can't think. I... My sis..." Hobie inhale a long drag of his cigarette being outside of the small balcony from their apartment, "Delroy... that bloody.... that nitwit told us that he's out. Fucking hell, he rather spend his money on his own damn drugs."
"Shh, it's okay, baby. I understand." Miles knew his man being stressed out for his sister. Slowly went to hug him, he didn't care about him smoking, again.
He shook his head, "Chandice and the others can't take her in..."
"What? Why?" Miles looks up at him being surprised.
"I dunno... stupid excuses. Or... I dunno. You would think they would try to help." Hobie grunts, "And Ronica, too! What was she thinking telling us all late about her cancer? Level 3! 3! She needs chemo, a nurse to watch for her, and- and FUCK!" He bangs on the rail with his fist being pissed off to the point his eyes filled with tears, "She needs to feel comfortable, safe! Not with that fucking monster."
"Baby, I know. I know, you are worried. But you need to calm down," Miles rub his husband's back, "We'll figure something out."
"Luv, I... she will die if she doesn't get the help and-and I'm not ready for that. She did everything for us," Hobie weeps into his husband's arms, "How come six of us can't fucking figure out how to help her, but she can take care all of us, hmm? Tell me, how fucked up is that?"
"Hobie," Miles held his husband's face been caring and gentle, "You need to understand your siblings have lives, too. Look at us, we're here in America. Chandice is a lawyer always in and out never at home. Heck, even her own children barely sees her with the way she's always working. Delroy- well, he always been the kind to never keep his promise. Your other siblings work for minimum wage and live in smalls apartments. You even said Ronica needs to live in a comfortable home with her own space, and nurse. The only solution for them is to move back with you guys' mom! And she's not easy to deal with." He tries to give the benefit of the doubt for his sister and brother in-laws, they all ended up runaways or left home at a young age to avoid their mother. The only one that stayed was Ronica.
"It's just... she sacrifice for us so much! Why can't we? Huh? Why can't they suck it up and-" Hobie saw the look his husband gave it was a concerned frown. "Miles, Sunflower don't give me that look."
"Mi alma, you know no one wants to go back to that horrible house. Not when your mother is still there." Miles tightly hugs his husband, "We'll figure something out-" Hobie cut him off, "The only thing I can think of... nah, too much."
"What is it?"
"I... No, forget it."
"Hobie!"
"What if we move to Britain? We can buy a house, live there to take care of her." Hobie asked.
"Hobie..." Miles's eyes widen.
"I know. I know! I thought, we're fine. I'm making money from my band and-and I'm sure with this new album out and the tour, you can stop working for a bit. Just to go back to your art career. Stay at home and freelance." He tries to explain, "I know it's stupid. I never w-" Miles quickly said, "Let's do it."
"Wha?"
"Let's do it. I'm all in! Bae, Hobie," Miles stares deeply in his man's eyes, "I'm willing to do this for Ronica, I want to help and be there for her."
"Really? Like for sure?"
"I'm sure, bae."
"Alright... um... okay." Hobie let out a big smile through his teary eyes, "We're doing it. We're moving to Britain, Sunflower." The two chuckles. "Gawd, I love you."
"Love you, too, bae." Miles kisses his husband. "Mm, cigarette taste.. yuck."
"Opps, sorry, Sunflower." He put out his cigarette, "Doesn't taste as good as it use to. I'll quit, right now."
It's been two years since the move, they bought a beautiful home in a nice area with a lovely garden, and nice view of a pond. Ronica did love going to the patio outside to watch the scenery, her favorite part is watch a family of ducks waddling around the pond. It got Aaron interested to watch them.
Miles quit his job to be a freelancer artists and help take care of his sister in-law, while Hobie focus on his music career. The band had a massive fanbase causing tours to pop up, and new ideas for the next album.
Of course it was hard to move from his family and his home. New York had always been his home, and he loves every bit of it, but he wants to his husband to help Ronica as much as he can. It was hard saying good-bye to his family, even Aaron was upset in saying good bye to his grandparents. Miles knew this would be a fresh new start for the Morales family.
Seeing how Ronica is slowly recovering, it's all worth it.
"Yes, please. Perhaps a little bit of blackcurrant jam." Ronica kindly said liking her scones to be a lightly toasted with butter and jammed.
"Alright, no cream?"
"Oh no, darling. It's much too sweet for me." She said.
"Okay," Miles went back passing by his four year old son watching television and playing with his toys. His hand playfully petted his boy's bald head, "What you doin', bebé?"
"Umm... watchin' Spongebob." Little Aaron already talking and walking being a kind boy. Now he has a British accent like his papá. It makes Miles crack up, because he never thought his son would speak in a British accent.
Miles smiles at his boy before going to the kitchen to prepare for teatime, "Mi vida, you hungry?" He called for his son being reminded if he wants some snacks.
"Yes, daddy." Little Aaron walks into the kitchen with his hands together being curious.
"You want a Chocolate scone or blueberry one?" Miles asked.
"Hmmm?" The little boy took a moment before he asked, "Daddy, can I have a two chocolate covered biscuits?" His British accents is heavily influenced by his aunty and his daycare friends.
"Now, you know you can't have cookies, right now." Miles noticed his son having some fixation with cookies and would gobble it up like nothing. "You had one in the morning."
"I did? Oh dear," He looks a bit surprised like his daddy told a lie to him, he grab his Bluey blue shirt having to pull down being a bit anxious, "I simply can't remember."
This made Miles hold on his giggle with his lips pressed together, hearing his son speaking so polite is adorable and funny. Never in his life he expected this, always thought his boy would have a full blown Brooklyn accent.
We're living in Britain, now.
"How about a scone, mi vida?" Miles asked.
"No, thank you. It's terribly dry for me." Aaron said being unamused by the second option.
"How about a teacake?" Miles knows a teacake with a bit of butter will be alright. "A little butter."
"Is it the one with chocolate and marshmallows?"
"Aaron, you know that has a biscuit in it?"
"Yes, but it's a teacake. A lovely teacake." He looks at his parent with a puppy pout, "I rarely eat them."
That is true....
Miles sighs, "Alright, mi amor. One teacake and a side of strawberries?"
"Okay. Thank you." Aaron turns to his television, "Now, if you excuse me, I would like to watch my show." He went back to the living room.
Miles finally let out a giggle being so amused at his son, he quickly went to get the tea and scones ready. He took out a small sippy cup with a none caffeine tea with milk for his son, since Ronica and Hobie mention that Aaron should start liking tea like the other kids.
Depending on the parents, they would allow tea to their child's diet. Some add milk, others drink plain. Miles wanted Aaron to slowly get use to it by adding more of a none-caffeinated tea with milk.
The thirty one year old came by with a tray with their tea and treats, "Tea is ready. Aaron, honey, come join us for tea time." He and Ronica saw Aaron quickly pausing his show with a remote, before rushing to sit on his daddy's lap.
"Oh, how lovely!" Aaron saw the tray being well organized and presentable, his own little plate with a chocolate teacake and strawberries on the side and a sippy cup.
Miles picks up his son and hand his sippy cup, "Here you go, mi vida." Giving him a kiss on his bald head then a gentle rub. "How is it?"
"It's nice." Aaron sips his tea with milk enjoying the taste. "May I have a teacake, please?"
Ronica giggles, "He's such a polite boy. Hobie use to be like that when he was a toddler with me but never our other siblings."
"Hahaha, he respects you too much." Miles chuckles having a buttered scone in his hand to take a bite.
Aaron sips his sippy cup then took a bite of his chocolate covered marshmallow teacake. A bit of chocolate got around his lip as he chews. "You like your teacake, bebé?" Miles asked his son who was nodding as he's chewing.
"Mmm-hmm."
Ronica chuckles, "He has a massive sweet tooth like his pa." She took a sip of her tea.
"Oh yeah, I would have to hide the teacakes or else Hobie would devour it all in one sitting." Miles said, "I find these tea times really fun when I first moved into Britain."
"It's quite nice, isn't it? Aaron seems to get the accent plus the Jamaican one, too." Ronica giggles having to be the main influenced when she watches her nephew.
Aaron did pick up a British Jamaican accent while living in Britain. Miles was aware once Aaron fully understood Hobie and Ronica speaking Patois here and there, even he would use the language. Meanwhile, Miles is trying to teach him Spanish and had the daycare put up for Spanish Speaking lessons. "He's becoming a little British boy."
His sister in-law laughs in amusement, "Indeed he is. He's been liking the food, too. You were having a hard time adjusting, hmm?"
"Haha," Miles did admit he didn't like the food in this country, it had a rather plain taste to it. Certain locations didn't have the flavors he craves for. He did admit he did became fond of Battered fish and chips, pastries, and their chocolates. Luckily Hobie and Ronica show him areas where it's mainly focus on Caribbean shops for their seasoning and fun spots they like to eat. "Yeah, the food didn't have any flavor. Also, the coke here isn't as good as the one in the US."
"Really? I quite like coke here. Then again, I never traveled anywhere except the local shop near my old home." Ronica's show a bit of sadness, "I never did anything extravagant compare to my brothers and sisters really."
"There's still time for you to do the things you want. How about we write a list what you wanna do or go. I'm sure we can make it happen."
"Oh no, you and Hobie did so much for me. It would be-" Miles placed his hand on Ronica's thin hand with a gentle smile on his face, "Nica, it's alright. We're family. We got your back. See it as Hobie repaying you for dealing with him when he was a kid. Besides, you deserve to enjoy yourself and be free. You're no longer at your mother's and need to watch her."
"Thank you. I'm just... I don't believe I deserve it. I felt like I didn't do enough with my siblings."
"You did plenty. You gave up most of your life for them and it shouldn't been you, it was your mother's responsibility. You deserve to treat yourself and enjoy the things you want that's why Hobie gave you allowances and credit cards. So tell me, where did you wish to travel?"
"Hmm," Ronica let out a shy smile, "I always did want to go to the Big Apple. Hobie always loves talking about how the food is large, the places are crazy and the people are just as wild. I did want to go to London, too. I rarely got as much to visit places around here." She admits she never left her home not when she only wants to buy groceries or simple clothing in near shops.
"Then, we can plan it." Miles happily said.
Aaron already finished his teacakes and had lick his hands covered in chocolate, "Mmm, delicious. Scrumptious!"
"Oh Aaron, don't lick your hands!" His daddy quickly grab a napkin to clean his hands, "I know it's good but licking your hands isn't good manners."
"But we're at home! Dad always licks his fingers when he eat cake with his hand." Aaron being confused.
Ronica giggles, "Looks like he's picking his papa's habits."
"Oh certainly not." Miles will shut down those bad habits, "I will make sure of that." He let his son eat his strawberries in peace. "I will have to talk to hubby about it."
Aaron chews on his strawberries, "Mmm, yummy." He wipe his hands on his Spider-man shirt while he grabs another strawberry.
"Aaron, you have a napkin to wipe your hands..."
"Papá wipes his hands on his pants..."
Ronica hides her giggles, "He has a mouth just like your husband."
"I'll probably have to talk to him about these habits." Miles mutters while taking a sip of his tea. He enjoys these moments with Ronica, it's like he had another sister by his side.
Aaron smack his lips, "Daddy, may I have another teacake?"
"Sorry, bud." His daddy said, "You have to wait after dinner."
"Why?"
"Because you'll get too full when it's dinner time."
"But Papá eats the whole box of teacakes! Why can't I?"
This made Ronica let out a hearty laugh, her poor nephew is throwing his sweet papa under the bus. "I'm sorry, Miles."
"No-no. Your good. I get it. Hobie and Aaron are a funny pair." Miles shook his head at the idea that his sweet baby boy is learning all of Hobie's habits. "Okay, how about this? You can get another teacake if you can ask in me in Spanish." Maybe this will be a fair outcome.
"Spanish?" Aaron asked.
"Sí, pregúntame en español." Miles spoke Spanish to his son.
Aaron turns to face Ronica with an adorable lip smacking sound, he wanted another teacake. Then he asked in Spanish, "Puedo comer otro pastel de té?" Without even trying, he looks at his daddy with the most innocent face.
Oh, that's the innocent look his husband pulls! This made Ronica let out a gasp with a wide smile seeing a similar Hobie Brown.
Miles could only give him another one, "This is your last one, Cookie." A little nickname he gave his son for his love for cookies or as the British say biscuits.
"Yay!" Aaron happily claps his hands with joy. The four year boy happily ate up his second teacake with pure joy.
It was night time and the famous punker arrived in his private home from a long day in the music studio, writing songs, fixing tunes, and singing different styles... it's all a very long process. He came home to a quiet house, it's late so he figured his sister and son went off to bed. They never like missing curfew, so he went to the kitchen to find an island with a plate of his food covered with his name on it.
"Awe, Sunflower." His heart flutters knowing his husband prepared him a plate. Oh, and it looks like it's rice and peas with Jamaican chicken curry, and fried plantains. Hobie's mouth watered when he saw Jamaican fried dumplings. He can tell his sister helped Miles in making their mother's fried dumplings, though it should be known as Ronica's fried dumplings. The old bat never did anything for him or siblings.
The lights turned out, "Welcome back, Anarchist." Hearing his husband's soft voice, the older punker happily turns to him leaning on the side wall where the switch was.
"Sunflower." Hobie let out a warm smile, he saw his husband wearing a loose knitted oversized sweater and pajamas pants with slippers. His hair in a navy blue bonnet. "How was today? Was work too much?"
"Honestly, it was easy. Your sister ate a good amount," Miles went over to sit next to the island, watching his husband heat up his dinner in the microwave. "Aaron ate two plate fulls."
"Oh yeah? The lad is eatin' like a man." Hobie grins at his husband, "Just like me."
"And he's picking up certain habits from you, too."
"Like?"
"He licks hands and says you lick your fingers when you grab cake and eat it like this," Miles mimics how Hobie grabs a slice of cake with one hand and eats it, "or he wipes his dirty hand on his clothes and say you do it with your jeans..."
"Well, I don't actually wipe my hands on my jeans, Sunflower..."
"and how you always eat a whole box of teacakes and he only gets one so he ask why he can't get another one before dinner."
"Cheeky lad. Throwing me under the bus."
Miles went over to hug his punker, his arms around his waist, "Bae, Aaron is four and he's picking up these things and thinking they're okay. I just want you to be mindful when he's in the room. Also, we're gonna strict your daily sugar intake, just this week I bought twelve boxes of teacakes and we're down with only two!"
"In my defense when I get high I need my teacakes, and I need my snacks." Hobie happily said as he kisses his husband's lips, "Love you."
"Hobie."
"Alright, I'll be a well-mannered gentlemen, but only after he goes to bed I get to be myself." His punker hums, "And here I thought I'm going to raised my little anarchist."
"He can be an anarchist and have good manners. I don't want him being gross at daycare and stains don't come off easily, bae." Miles explained, "Now, give me a kiss." He pucker his lips waiting for his hubby to kiss him.
"Mwah, then I'll make him the most witty anarchist yet." Hobie chuckles lowly.
"Please, he's already like you. You should've seen him when I told him he could have another teacake if he can ask me in Spanish, and he acted all innocent! He gave that look you always do when you pretend to not know what's going on?"
"What look?" Hobie does the look.
"That look!" His husband pointed it out. Hobie let out a deep chuckle being amused.
"And did he?"
"He asked fully in Spanish as a four year old would. Hobie, we're raising another you. Ronica find it so amusing."
"Hahaha, I bet she did. I was a lil pain in the arse and she cursed me out about how I would end up with a little me."
Miles laughs, "Because no one can be Hobie Brown if it's his own kin."
"Exactly, luv. Mwah. Mwah!" He kisses his husband lips and the tip of his nose, "Love you for putting up with us."
"Oh hahaha, you know I love you guys." Miles playfully shove his man, "Besides, Aaron is gonna make you stress when he's a teenager."
"Please, I dealt with my brother, Abraham and Delroy was known to cause trouble with gals in our neighborhood."
"And you think Aaron won't? Teenagers are always curious. Remember how you were with my dad?" Miles arched his eyebrow with a smug look on his face. "I think that's where he got gray hairs."
"Me? Naur, I refuse to believe your pops got grey hairs because of me, Sunflower." He had a wide smirk on his face giving a weak lie.
Miles hums, "If you say so, bae."
"I swear!"
His husband can only rolled his eyes, "Anyway, I've been wanting to talk to you about our summer vacation."
"Yeah?"
"Ronica told me she always wanted to explore the United Kingdom a bit more. Maybe we can take a safe road trip with her and Aaron?"
"Hmm, you know what that does sound a good idea. I was wanted her to go to London and let her live a little." The punker did want his sister to enjoy herself.
"And Scotland would be nice to go. I was looking at a nice hotel, but I wanted to make sure if you're okay with this. I know this is all maybe seeing we have to wait how her condition gets."
"It'll be fine to take her as long as she gets better if not baby steps. We'll go one important city for a day." Hobie took out his warm plate from the microwave after he heard the beep. "Maybe go to the beach for her to experience everything."
"We can take her to a nice cafe, book store and maybe take her on a blind dates?" Miles offers.
Hobie frowns, "I dunno about blind dates... she's very inexperience with those things and with mum putting fucked up thoughts in her head..."
"We can give her therapy, if she wants it." Miles knows his husband's mother had ruined a lot of the Brown children's self esteem, especially Ronica taking the worst verbal abuse. It's a shame to see his sister in-law viewing herself as an ugly woman with no appealing features on her body, she made comments about her hair, her black skin or her face. Yet she had beautiful dark umber skinned that makes her so majestic, so appealing to see. "Your mother was a monster, Hobie. You know, a bitter woman couldn't stand her children especially her daughters doing better than her. She's a drunk with nothing to show for it all over for a man who left her and you guys."
The crazy about the Brown's children, they do not look their age. They are the prime example of Black don't crack. Ronica being the main proof, she's forty years old looking in her twenties. Right now, she looks older because of her cancer, when she's cured she'll be back looking young and beautiful.
"When she gets better, perhaps we can ease into it. It's a sensitive topic. Our mum really called us ugly stupid useless bastards." Hobie knows this all too well.
"Horrible. Such a horrible woman." Miles remember meeting her once and that was enough for him to walk before wanting to smack the old bitter woman around. "I'm just glad with got Nica out of there."
Hobie nodded, "Yes, we did." The two stood in silence for the moment.
"Well, finish your meal, bae." Miles patted his husband's back, "I'll be in the room."
"Alright, thank you for preparing it." Hobie pulls him into a side hug.
"You're welcome, husband." Miles kisses his cheek before taking his leave.
After Hobie finished up his meal, he went into his bedroom to find his husband taking off his sweater revealing his bare chest. The faint scars of his top surgery looked nicely healed, and a vivid happy trail, "I didn't know you were putting on a show, Shuflower. Do I lay on the bed?" He jokes.
"Ha, ha, ha." Miles fake laughs at his husband before putting on a big oversize white t-shirt to sleep, "just changing into my comfy shirt, you horn-dog."
"I do enjoy seeing you strip." Hobie sat on his bed to take off his heavy thick Doc Martin black boots, then remove his jewelry making clicking sounds as he set them on his nightstand.
"You must be so exhausted?" Miles finished changing, he crawl on his king size bed to go over his husband to massage his shoulders, "Ohh, you're tense."
"Mmm, feels nice, lovely." His husband groans at the massage. "I need this."
"You're working hard, bae."
"Have to with the deadline for the album. We only got to finished two songs... fucking Karl is on this drama crap with his boyfriend." He grunts.
"You think they would get married already."
"Heh, they act like they young. We're getting old, Sunflower." He lift his head to face his Miles.
"Ay, we're still young and thriving."
"Ha, not with these back pains."
"Oh bae, please. Just the other week you went to a party taking shots, and drinking beer like you were twenty one." Miles huffs, "Your being so dramatic."
"I had a nasty hangover the day after." He pouted, "And I use to mix my drinks, now I can't handle tequila."
"You never did. Bae, Tequila is the worst for you." His husband cracks up.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Yeah?" Hobie playfully got on top of his husband giving his tickles and blowing raspberries on his neck. Miles bursts into giggles as he struggles to break free.
"Hobie that tickles!" He laughs again.
The punk give him a kiss, "Sunflower, you challenged me."
"No, I didn't it." He laughs, then he quickly got on his husband's lap.
"Oh? Luv, it's like you want something from me." His arms resting on his husband's waist, "Hmm?"
"Oh yeah?" Miles flirted.
"Yeah," Hobie patted Miles' rear, "Alright, let me go shower."
"No."
"No?"
"You smell good, stay for a bit." Miles' hands cup his punker's jaw, "You don't wanna stay with me for a bit, hmm?"
Hobie smirks with a low seductive voice, his lips lightly graze his Sunflower's, "You always know how to get me in the palm of your hands, luv."
Miles giggles as the two kiss passionately. Hobie happily falls on his back and mutters about a condom in his nightstand. "Shh, don't worry about it. We always wanted another baby." Miles suggested as he unbuckle his man's belt. Hobie could only smile loving at his husband.
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ok hi I’ve seen a lot of people do flags headcanon posts so here’s mine. warning these are absolutely deranged
some of these come from @monstercard who sits on call with me 6 hours straight while we act unemployed as fuck making this shit up all god damn night
Pianoman
- has his own currency where everything is 100% perfectly indistinguishable from real money except his face is on it. he calls this “PianoBucks”
- the value of Pianobucks varies from 3 bitcoin to 3 dogecoin based entirely on the like/dislike ratio of a comment he made on the CRYPTOLAND youtube video
- his house is the most insane place in the world it is outrageous opulence but it is ALSO busted he has shit like this massive chandelier except it's connected to a light switch that doesn’t work unless you touch the wires together manually and therefore all the exposed wires are out
Doc
- was a prolific serial killer in medical school. terrorized his campus. nobody suspected it was him, in fact a lot of his classmates worried for him because he probably couldn’t defend himself so they’d offer to walk him home from class only to be, for lack of a better word, TUSKed
- has given each of the flags at least one organ from the other ones. each one of them thinks they are the only one this has not happened to
- they made the human centipede based on a real thing he did
- actually gave verlaine the hardest time because of his ability
- when he and albatross get married they have a naked wedding. doc cranks the heat and it’s “strongly requested” that attendees don’t shower for 48 hours before the event. ghastly
Iceman
- he/him butch lesbian I’ll fight you on this
- born into a massively powerful mafia family in italy before a rival group took them all out at the same time. he thought he was the only survivor but his older sister also lived.
- chuuya took his eye. that bitch EXPLODED
- autistic asf
- died trying to get lippmann out of verlaine’s car. sorry
- chuuya gets compared to him the most I think
- the BEST cook of the whole group his food is DELICIOUS it’s made with love. his cooking is the only thing the flags have all unanimously decided not to make fun of because if he ever stopped doing it for them it would be a huge loss. albatross hears him say something that comes out in a heavy accent and reflexively goes i cooka da meetbol and that's too close to violating the rule and lippmann shoves a silk scarf in his mouth to shut him up
Lippmann
- he starred in a film that had him shooting in a very tight hole in the ground but actually got stuck and panicked, leaving him with severe claustrophobia
- constantly taking TV bit roles where his character gets killed by the mafia because he thinks it’s really really funny
- mcdonalds did a Lippmann Meal once and all the flags piled into the clown car and ordered 10 of them. nary a one failed to do this as obnoxiously as possible btw
Albatross
- GAY has been in love with Doc for uh. forever
- can operate any vehicle ever created but he has exactly zero licenses and in fact the only one of these fucking people who has an actual non forged legal drivers license is iceman who for reasons nobody understands has a CDL
- he puts on horrible reality tv or like hey arnold while he and doc are fucking because doc thinks it’s hot that he has to compete for albatross’s attention
#bsd flags#bsd#bsd stormbringer#bsd iceman#bsd lippmann#bsd doc#bsd pianoman#bsd albatross#bungou stray dogs
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Hi! I am one of those people who thinks Taylor is actually straight. But if she is actually gay, why tf she can’t come out? She can most certainly afford to…she is hands down the biggest singer in the world. If Taylor can’t ever come out, I don’t know what will happen with Camila.
if you're on this blog I assume you're a CS, which is interesting because pretty much all of us are also Gaylors
I know some will disagree, but I don't think Taylor Swift is forcibly closeted by her management, contracts, or any external powers. The only thing keeping Taylor in the closet is Taylor, and that's because of the insanely large fanbase she's amassed by cosplaying as the straight, all-American, good-girl pop princess.
Taylor has mastered the art of parasocial relationships like no other, to the point her fans are actually convinced they KNOW her. She's built her entire career on her fans thinking she’s a) straight and b) their best friend who would never lie to them. For example, she has always left Easter eggs for fans to connect her songs to certain men: the red scarf for Jake Gyllenhaal (All Too Well), the paper airplane necklaces for Harry Styles (Out of the Woods), and dark jeans and Nikes for Joe Alwyn (Delicate). Once fans discover that not all (and possibly none) of her relationships with men were real, they are going to feel betrayed beyond belief. A lot of her straight female fans would rather delude themselves that Taylor is straight (or even “bisexual with a preference for men,” if they’re super open-minded), because she’s no longer “relatable” to them if she was actually queer the whole time. Therefore, they aren’t ready to “know” her for who she really is.
Plus, Taylor doesn't want to risk disappointing her fans by coming out because she's way too much of a people-pleaser. She even admits it herself, over and over again. Personally, I think it’s a very sad way to live.
“I wouldn’t marry me either // a pathological people pleaser” (You’re Losing Me)
“I change everything about me to fit in” (mirrorball)
“I’m still trying everything to keep you looking at me” (mirrorball)
“find out what you want // be that girl for a month” (Blank Space)
“all eyes on me, your illusionist” (So It Goes…)
“you wouldn’t take my word for it if you knew who was talking” (Dear Reader)
“eyes full of stars, hustling for the good life // telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear // like it could be love” (cowboy like me)
And the most damning of all:
“no one wanted to play with me as a little kid // so I’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since // to make them love me and make it seem effortless (Mastermind)
Therefore, it's precisely BECAUSE Taylor is the biggest singer in the world that she can't come out, because then she would have to fight the monster of her own creation (Swifties). You're correct that she'd be all right financially, but she also just achieved billionaire status. For people like that, enough money is never enough, so I'm sure that's another reason she chooses to stay closeted.
I've made my peace with the possibility of Taylor never coming out, but we just got a whole double album about how fed up she is with fame and celebrity. So anything could happen, but I'm more optimistic about her coming out in the next five years or so than I was before the release of The Tortured Poets Department.
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playboyy ep 12 stray thoughts
- “damn i hate myself” real
- first soong being cute 🥹🥹
- you know shits about to get emotional when the soundtrack switches to yoiyami
- “you called me a friend when you weren’t pretending to be nant” AND WHAT IF I LOSE MY MIND
- zouey and nont besties agenda
- OH GOD ZOUEY BACKSTORY wait noooooo
- i guess the evidence is staying hidden then like boy are they in their failvestigator era oh nvm they found something (that they already knew but still that’s more than they usually get
- promnont !!!
- hold on they finally showing zoueyteena. they can never just give a quick handy either always gotta be invoking the religious implications of a renaissance painting… good for them (yes i include the popcorn scene in this) also top zouey truthers this one was for you!!!
- what are you hiding under that tarp zouey 🤨🤨 i think it’s of nant
- hold on teena’s necklace lmao. is the t for troy no it’s for *too sleepy to finish the bit*
- NO GET A JOB!! STAY AWAY FROM HER!!!
- finna beat the shit out of jason lee give me 10 seconds i could take him out
- what does he mean by keep an eye on…
- oop that scarf zouey in his horse girl era
- THEY DOING WHAT TO WHO?!?!?
- she is not scared of them at all like two absolute kitty cats of toruturers MEKEKFKKRKRJFJFJF NOT THE DUSTERS I CANT
- the drop of sweat deserves an award for perfect timing and i’m being so serious about this
- AHH PROMNONT i can’t handle them being affectionate like it makes me lose my oh not the fuckass product placemntsjdjjdjdjrjrjjejdjr you know what i got me some promnont crumbs i’ll take it
- so i’m gonna see this scene expanded in fic later right 👀 i’ll give a million kisses to anyone who decides to do it
- they can never argue using simple sentences it’s always “i feel bad that you feel bad that i felt bad” and “im mad that you got mad that i got mad” and “if you have a problem that we have a problem than the problem is you’re invalidating my feelings” “i didn’t think you would think about me thinking” like besties….
- see but zouey was kinda right… why is he being made the bad guy, first and captain kinda pissin me off
- girl YOU got him expelled. captain needs to be fr
- NONT WITH THE BIG PANT CROPPED SHORT COMBO THATS MY MAN
- these college athletes are plain evil
- puen lowkey the only one in this show consistently talking sense. i hope he gets his licks back on these bum bitches cause i’ve had it with them
- the coloring the coloring the coloring the coloring the coloring the projection the projection the projection
- THE. HESS BOARD BEING PROJECTED PLAYBOYY SURREALISM FOR THE WON ONCE AGAIN
- captain talking big game for someone who took sneaky clips. hoping this shows growth on his part cause deep down im still rooting for him
- captain sweaty blow up the whole establishment i support you
- NO CAPTAIN THATS NOT WHAT I TOLD YOU TO DO THATS VERY MUCH MOT WHAT I JUST SAID YOU LITTLE BASTARD
- ooo the outro track finally making sense!! kejrjejdnjdj
- i love the when soong carries first
- oh more food, user @jeffsatyr i’m so sorry
- firstsoong enthusiasts we are so back oh there goes firsts fuckass dad
- captain needs to stop picking fights AND CAPTAINS A YANKEES fan i can’t defend him anymore
- puen fight back!!! he was going easy on captain cause he’s a nice little boy oh shit now aobs gonna kill captain isn’t he…
- captainkeenpuen enthusiasts don’t lose hope!!! we can still win!!
- aobpuen enthusiasts were so back
- THE COLORING THE COLORING THE COLORING
- the characters and 'accurately assessing the media their in' saga continues
- porsche looks like such a baby here. jump listen to porsche pls do not see him again
- cry by johannes bornlof is playing they fr pulling out the nuthphop ballads for the other couples today
- puen is my boy and i will lay down my life for him actually
- NONT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT IM GONNA WALHAT WHAT WYHAHW ok sorry yall him with the gun did sumn to me
- nont once again will not be caught slacking holding someone at gun point be damned AND ITS CAPTAIN WITB THE STEAL POLL?!?!?!?
- nont… i need to know how he picks outfits like did he want the color to match the gun????
- nont chuckling in the corner... i fear he’s lost it
- playboyy once again with the themes of tech and privacy
- captain is lucky puen is lowkey a pacifist
- nont and captain: torturing aob and puen for info about the murder, zoueyteena: painting time !!
- oh my god yall im getting chills like fr speechless i am so…
NUTH MY BABY BOY
- nuth coming through with his amateur directorial visions let’s gooooo
- nont being like “please do a little bit of torture, just for me, please 🥺”
- he playing the funeral violin oh it’s not ending well oh god
- jason lee you will crumble i am so serious about this count your mother fucking days
- nuth scurrying away in the back… also nont where is your marksmanship now
- puen keeps suffering tremendously and he doesn’t deserve a single second of it. free my boy he fr has never done anything wrong
- i think i was right and nuths screenplay is autobiographical
- THEYRE PLAYING AMBIVRLANT THOGUHTS AGAIN NUTHPHOP PIANO BALLAD ENTHUSAISTS WE STAY WELL FED
- nuthphop my beloveds i love them so fucking much you don’t get it no wait why he deleting them oh shit ! phop play shitty games win shitty prizes dawg
- welp
yall this might be one of the strongest eps in a hot minute i loved this one had me at the edge of my seat the whole time
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