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bowieandqueen11 · 2 years ago

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Resolved Issues / Roman Roy Imagine

Request: HIIIII gonna send my succession request while i still can lol.

how about roman and reader sharing childhood stories? him realising that perhaps, maybe the way his family has treated him is tiny bit Not Normal. the reader being somewhere between "oh my god let me give you a hug" and "i just might fight logan roy in the parking lot". yknow good old hurt/comfort you do it like no other

Thank you so much sweetie!! But also yes I feel this in my soul frick Logan Roy lmao

Warning: strong language. mentions of diarrhoea and mentions of child abuse/ physical abuse!

This 3k beast took quite a while to write, so feedback is appreciated! Thank you! :)

(I do not own Succession or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @loverboyromanroy.)

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Roman shrugs his shoulders and looks steadily at you, straight into your eyes.

‘The fuck- how should I know? Like... twenty three, ish?’

Roman’s perching on the edge of his own sofa, so obviously uncomfortable even in his own apartment. His wrist flicks as he answers, and a few drops of the whiskey he hasn’t touched comes sloshing round the side to stain his brand new eggshell blue decorative pillows. He had never cared much for property. But then again, he hadn’t cared much for whiskey either growing up; it had been his father’s drink of choice, and therefore his. The faint fire in the cold marble fireplace behind his head licks between his ears, and illuminates the confused amusement gleaming in his eyes.

You scoff, and shake your head at him incredulously. ‘You own twenty three houses, and you choose to live here?’ Awaiting an answer you know will be even more ridiculous, you make an effort to tuck your legs criss-cross under you, and sit with your knees resting just underneath Roman’s lower legs. ‘And yet you still live in the coldest ass apartment, I swear to god I’m freezing my ass off, and that’s even with the fire going. Are you a fucking yeti or something, Roman Roy?’

He chortles as you continue: ‘you thrive in colder climates, huh? That’s not surprising, considering a glare from your father could freeze hell over.’ You take a final sip of your drink before reaching over and placing it on the sleek black coffee table; Roman’s eyes drop for a split second as if almost in despondency, some kind of deep scarred sorrow peeking its way out like a tired child, before rising back to yours, seeking comfort. It doesn’t slip your attention. You make sure your fingers brush against his socks as you slip your hands back to your lap, and give a sweet squeeze to the tippy toes. He lets out a giggle and kicks his foot out at you, and it’s the most delightful sound you’d ever hear: that true, unadulterated happiness that Roman Roy rarely ever is permitted to have, without some kind of malicious intention lurking behind it.

‘Okay, well, one’, he ostentatiously holds a finger up by twirling it in the air, and it takes you a second to realise he’s pointedly showing you his middle finger. ‘Fuck you. Two-’, he decides to count with his pinkie finger, ‘my dad owns twenty three hours, I own approximately zero fucking squilch of that. And three, I’m a fucking incredible designer - see that Feng Shui over there? All me baby, I would have fucking killed it as an interior design.’

‘Having one sad as fuck looking potted plant by the window and literally no personal items doesn’t count as Feng Shui, dumbass. You’re just sad.’

‘Okay - well - if you’re such a smartass-’, Roman winds his hands up by his head but nearly lets the crystal glass his brother had bought him for his last birthday fall onto the hardwood floor, so he grimaces and gently places it on the rug. He turns back to glance at you, and despite the fact he’s positioning himself as if he’s conducting an interview: elbows resting on knees with hands clasped out before him, face set in stone, he still looks intent and truthfully curious about the answer he’s hoping you’ll give. ‘What was your childhood home like then? I’m sure full of unicorns that shart rainbows and fucking fairies that sneeze glitter from the way you hate my deco.’

You pause to think for a minute, not fully expecting such an honest question to come from Roman Roy. You place a finger gingerly against your lip, and in that second, perched up on the edge of the pristine settee, Roman wishes he could just leap over and replace your fingertip with his lips. He had never been so entranced by someone: never had the privilege of knowing someone from this corporate world who would be so truthful, so different from him. And yet, at the same time, someone who so deliciously, so crudely, so cruelly reminded him of the young child locked in the cage within his heart: so unknowingly let him cling onto the little bit of him he had tried to keep alive. The only bit of him left that wasn’t a Roy. That was just Roman.

Yet, even in the hope that clouded his mind as he awaited your answer, your words came like slices to slit against his throat. ‘Well, I suppose my home was... well, not to sound pedestrian, or super corny, but it was a happy one?’ He nodded, content to bleed out in front of you. ‘There was usually a lot of laughter, and of course a lot of stress, but you know. We could all rely on each other. It was... yeah, it was nice.’ You stop, biting your bottom lip and switching your legs around so you could raise them up and pull them against your chest.

You didn’t want to look at the man sitting before you suddenly. It was as if he had regressed into himself as you went along: withering, shivering slightly like a frosty chill over an empty playground. It looked - it felt unnatural, as he stared at you without seeing. He blinked languidly for a moment, soaking in your words, before jutting his bottom lip out and trying his best to grin at you. ‘Well, my childhood wasn’t so horrid either. My brother took me and Ken camping once, and although it was fucking sleeting down like bullets of pure fucking ice down by the stream, Connor did eat a fish that looked like a mouldy shoe and spent most of the night running off into the woods holding his ass.’

He snorts then, his little high pitched hyena laugh bubbling out of him as he places the back of his hand against his lips to try and hold it in, and you can’t help but laugh along with him at the sorry image of the supposed Roy brother patriarch scuttling around like a crab with diarrhoea.

‘That’s sweet, but do you have any other actual memories with your family where someone isn’t being ridiculed?’

‘Woah, hey-’, he holds both his hands up, and slides down from the armrest to come sit in front of you. ‘When you meet my brother, you’ll understand that he deserves it.’ You flush slightly at the implication, becoming rather uncharacteristically bashful around Roman, and glancing quickly down between your legs. Pulling at a thread until it becomes loose, you pray the timid fire glow is enough to hide from him the rushing heat crawling up your neck. Due to the fact that Roman also is shyly looking down at the toes he’s currently wiggling to busy himself, you both miss the way the other is blushing.

‘But...uh’, he starts finally after a moment of contemplation: a blessed few minutes of serendipitous indulgence, of growing warmth and familiarity, and just enough time for the two of you to realise how much your presence and conversation had only furthered endeared the two of you to each other, despite the hint of sadness that laced it.

‘I really - I mean, my dad was like, always busy.’ He scratches the back of his head, embarrassed by the way you tilt your head and look quizzically at him. He becomes hyper aware of how close his knee is to resting against yours, and decides to swallow the fear that seems to be clogging up the back of his throat, and shuffles forward until there’s finally contact. ‘And my brother was like, following in his footsteps and all that jazz’, his eyes widen as he holds his hands out by his side. ‘So there wasn’t really much time for... fun, I guess. Or mistakes. Or family.’

It breaks your heart to watch him deflate once he finishes speaking, and suddenly the austere, cold walls and empty, hollow halls of his apartment make all the more sense. He looks so worn out, so tired of having to hide himself away behind a big, empty mansion full of props and antiques and nothingness all put out for show, because that’s what he was. That’s how he saw himself. A big, empty, tired, twisted puppet trying to bend over backwards to escape the marionette strings of daddy’s love, not realising they’re choking him. It was a strategy, a way to protect himself: to become placid, to mask yourself as being one of them, to fit in with his father’s lifestyle, and maybe then the slaps and strikes and kicks and whimpers would feel like something good. Because he’s trying to be just like his father. So if he’s hit, it’s only because the puppet hasn’t quite danced to the right tune, that’s all.

As you glance around, you finally begin to notice how unused all the furniture in Roman’s apartment looks: the cellarette by the bar that looks as if it had been varnished yesterday, to the large screen television on the either side of the elongated room that Roman clearly only put on once a night to watch the news, to the velvet cushioned armchair positioned to sweep out and look across the skyline of the city, yet the headrest didn’t even have a dent. All these things. All this barrenness. It made you sick to your stomach. Here he was: a toy left on the shelf to collect dust, taken out to play with only when it suited the puppet master, and he was still so desperate for love that he still tried to copy his father.

And you could see from the way his eyes were beginning to turn blood shot as he slowly sat there and turned the cogs in the back of his brain over, that this was a thought he had had many times before.

You try your best not to look at him too pitifully, in case he might take offence and retreat back into his shell again when you hold out your hands to him. He swallows thickly, watching your every movement as your fingers unfurl over his knees, and you signal at him to come closer. For a moment, as he squints his eyes at you, he seems tentative. But then you roll your eyes, trying your best to still seem casual, and flutter your fingers at him again.

It takes less than a second for him to latch on this time, and his fingers grip into the sides of your skin so tightly you’re afraid he may draw blood. But then, you suppose, that’s all he’s been familiarised with.

‘It’s fine, I’m fine’, he tries to shrug it off, but his fingers only squeeze into yours all the more desperately. Worried he’ll try and pull away if you keep them suspended between your touching knees, you slowly pull them down to rest on your lap as he continues talking. He begins to play with your fingers almost subconsciously, looping them through his stout ones. ‘I mean, sure, my earliest memory is Shiv trying to drown me in the pool because she didn’t want so many older brothers to take all of daddy’s attention away from her. And Ken was never really present, dad was always shipping him away to some conference training or having him sit at his feet like his lap dog, but it’s fine. I’m fine. I grew up to be a well adjusted adult without any concerning issues at all.’

Although his tone is mocking, once he’s finished his rambling thought he lets go of your hand to rub his eyes. He does a half-yawn to try and cover the fact that they’re becoming rather bleary - to hide the fact that this is beginning to get at him, actually. And he’d rather stop now, if that’s alright. He’s the jokester in the family. The happy man. The go to cheer-upper. The pathetic one. He didn’t want to cry. He didn’t want to cry in front of you. He was never allowed to cry.

He jumps when he feels your hand against his knee, and he sniffles slightly when he looks down and sees you’ve leaned closer towards him. ‘And your dad?’, you ask quietly, cautiously, pulling the hand of his you were still holding tightly into your sternum. ‘What was he like growing up?’

‘Well, I was annoying. I- I am annoying, so, you know-’

He chokes then, and this time he can’t stop the sob that breaks out from the back of his throat like an overdue bell chime.

‘I’m annoying. I’m fucking annoying, you know that?’, he chokes out between sobs, doubling over on himself, but he’s still laughing between each gasping breathe. ‘I’m such a piece of shit’, he states, doing his best to stop his lip from wobbling and the tears from clouding out of his eyes, but he doesn’t complain when you take your hand off his lap and guide it to the small of his back, just before the dip in his shoulder blades. Gently - ever so gently, as if you were cradling a new born child still so unused to human touch, you guide him down to lie on your legs. He goes easily, taking his hands back to lean them under his chin, and allowing you full utility of your fingers. You put them to good use, beginning to stoke back stray curls of his mother’s hair away from his face, tucking them behind his ear until his breathing evens again.

He watches the sun fall over the edge of the Waystar Royco building: a sight he has seen many times before, but one that feels all the more eerie as the slates of dark metal blot out the light like a flashy tomb.

You bring him back, pursing your lips together and trying not to laugh sorrowfully as he sneezes at the feel of your finger moving down his forehead to trace over the dip of his nose, and evidently tickle it. You move onto the curve of his left eye, and it fills you with at least a little comfort to notice the way he squeezes his eyes shut at the movement. What was less welcome, though, were the few pearly tears that slipped past the cracks of his eyes and began to trace down the old bruised shaped hollows of his cheeks.

‘God Roman’, you choke out, trying to gently turn his head so he’s looking up at you. For a moment, he throws a tantrum and shakes his head in refusal, but your fingers are unrelenting and all forgiving against the side of his jaw, and soon he can’t help but give in to the love he’s so desperately begging for. He allows you to turn him, still squirming in your touch, until the two of you make eye contact. And there’s such naivety there, such desire and craving and conviction and belief as he keeps his eyes trained wholly on yours, that the words just come tumbling out of your mouth.

‘I’m going to fight your whole family I swear. I’m going to fight them all, one by one, and then take over Waystar, maybe find out what the fuck is going on between this Cousin of yours and Shiv’s husband’, he chortles at that, and chokes a little, ‘and then the two of us can burn the place to the ground and ride off into the sunset.’

Although he feels only elation at your words, he starts to shake when you use the pads of his thumbs to gently, tenderly wipe the tears away from beside his nose.

‘Stop, please’, he whimpers, but you know he’s not talking about your physical actions. ‘My dad’s never going to die, even if he is gone. Just- just- get out while you can, okay? Just fucking run.’ He grabs up at your hands, and holds onto one intently. ‘Just fucking go, okay, because I will destroy you. I’m- fucking poison, alright?’

‘No, no’, you state more firmly, when you see the creases in his forehead begin to appear. He shakes his head, and his whole face crinkles up when you admit the one thing left unspoken between the two of you.

‘You - you’re worth it. You’re worth putting up with all of this for, Roman Roy. One day, you’ll be free, and we’ll get to make new memories. Better ones.’

‘Just shut up. Shut the fuck up. Please. Just-’

His words die out on his mouth when you lean down swiftly and replace them with your waiting lips. His hand falls from where it was encircling your wrist, and after a moment of stunned shock, comes up to press firmly against the nape of your neck. His widened eyes melt slowly into a blissful, languid close, and despite the fact that he has no fucking idea how to actually kiss someone he cares about, he does a mighty good job of latching onto your bottom lip and whimpering when you go to pull away.

‘You promise’, he whispers into the tense air between the tip of your nose and the side of his stubble. He leans up to kiss you again, and a bite of saltiness stings at your mouth. ‘You promise’, he murmurs again as he opens his mouth, refusing to break away from the kiss: instead breathing you in and licking the tip of his tongue against your own. Steadying yourself, you grip onto his biceps, and press a last, ardent kiss to his mouth by latching onto his top lip.

‘I swear, Roman, I swear to god I’m going to make up for all the lack of love your family has given you. And I’ll start right now.’

#succession #roman roy #roman roy imagine #roman roy x reader #succession imagine #kendall roy #shiv roy #connor roy #logan roy #roman roy angst #roman roy fluff #kieran culkin #succession fanfic #succession fanfiction

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octonauts-lover · 2 months ago

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Octo-tober Day 3: Monster

I've wanted to post some Octonauts fanfics for a while now, and Octo-tober seems like a good way to test the waters! I don't plan on posting all of my writing for this event, which is why I'm just now starting at day three :p It's because I finally wrote something (I think) good enough to post. Anyways. This is set right before the Monster Map episode.

(@4eyedloser just in case the tags get weird)

Peso has about a million cousins and uncles and aunts and grandparents. You can see a photo of some of them, in a panorama hung on the wall by his bed. Dashi has her sister. Shellington, a sister of his own, and a nephew. Tweak, her dad, Barnacles, his twin sister, nephew, and niece. Inkling has a nephew as well.

Kwazii, he has his grandad. That he hasn’t seen in years.

Calico Jack’s quite the character, has been since Kwazii was just a kitten. He’d never go a night without elaborate tales filling the stale air of the ship’s galley. Midnights on a sea of knives.

Adventures, great escapes, and more often than not, monsters. A ship-crushing shallowtooth, a hairy-webbed clockerflock, his daring escapades are what Kwazii sees in his dreams. In his dreams, he’s there with him.

In his dreams, he’s there with him.

Kwazii doesn’t think about where his grandad is. Doesn’t think of what waters he’s in, or… if he’s been swallowed by them. He doesn’t think of his ship, or Pete, or what monster he’s maybe facing now, or of his voice… what Calico Jack, his fearsome, brave, bold pirate grandad, would think of him now. If he was here–if he’s alive–what would he say? What would he not? Hardwood, rope swinging, and fiery gold. Orange sharks, oxygen tanks, and fish biscuits.

When Kwazii woke up that morning, his whiskers pointed him to a map. The pieces clicked. They were in just the right location…

He pounced to open the secret compartment on the top of his coat rack. He yanked the map out, thin and brittle like a roll of cinnamon, one of the last shards of Calico Jack. He’ll find that lost city. Come hell or high water or a colossal yeti-faced terrorknit. No monsters–or memories–would get in the way of this pirate.

#octotober2024 #i haven't watched the monster map episode in a hot minute so if there's some random other canonical origin to the map oh well #i was also thinking of the Amazon Adventure special while writing this #octonauts #kwazii #octonauts kwazii #I know this is barely any writing at all #but I'll take any and all constructive criticism #is it in character guys #*cringes*

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princess-of-the-corner · 1 month ago

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ML Monster AU

Random Suggestions! (I’m aware some people are locked in, but I’m throwing all I got out there! please note, I am also a huge fan of Halflings/Hybrids!)

Rose - Unicorn. Either the Faux/Pure thing I talked about before, or a Unicorn hybrid with, like. A kelpie or a kind of Grimm. So she’s still Pure, Healing, Light, but also Curses, Death, Darkness. Or some kind of Dryad/Banshee kid. Or Unicorn/Banshee … not sure why, but that one appeals.

Ivan - Minotaur feels obvious, but were-something could work? Bear, wolf, is there such thing as a werebull? Cyclops, maybe? Troll? What exactly would something like King Kong be classified as, is there a Magic Creature version of that, he can just turn into a giant ape? Bigfoot or Sasquatch? Yeti?

Nathaniel - Gorgon, full or partial? Only Medusa really had the “turn people to stone by looking at them”, so Nath doesn’t NEED that. The OG Gorgon Sisters all had different abilities, he could be any of those … go the OG Monster High Deuce route, have him be the kid of a Gorgon and a normal human?

Kagami - Dragon still feels acceptable, but so could a Yuki-Onna, actually. Yuki-Onna adopted by dragons, or vice versa? Though there is a Japanese legend about a serpent/dragon that turned into a woman to romance a guy, (think she’s called Kiyohime?) could that be a selkie variant? Dragon Selkie?

Sabrina - I think you said Grim reaper before, but what about Were-Wolf? This is a somewhat Recent Development, and she’s terrified to tell her dad, cause Roger HATES supernatural creatures.

Zoé - I remember Zoé being a Werewolf, so we could have the Werewolf vs Vampire thing with Chloé, but I’m kinda attached to her being a Mothman type thing? Oooh, Jersey Devil!

Adrien - is he still a Cait Sith? Or was it werecat?

Lila - if you don’t go with the Alien thing, or the “Normal Human”, what about a Changeling? Like, she was swapped at birth, but is scared of anyone finding out, cause what if they try to trade her back??

Loving Unicorn!Rose.

Ivan being anything Big works well.

Nath as a Gorgon has some potential, though I have rolled with the mythos re: stone gaze being an afab thing

Honestly a ‘Dragon Selkie’ is tempting as hell really doubling up on the creatures.

Someone suggested Succubus for Sabrina and honestly that’s tempting.

Zoé I’m keeping as our Werewolf but she def got bit while looking for Mothman.

Re: Adrien and Lila I’ve changed what Adrien is and it’s Changeling-connected. So like. Emilie and Amelie are part of the Changeling Deal. One was Fae, the other Human, they got swapped. But they also met up years down the line and decided ‘fuck it we’re sisters now’.Adrien and Felix are both Fae. All of them are from a Cat Court.

#submission #ml monster au

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swagtastic-bougie-pompadour · 1 year ago

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✈ - an eye-opening memory (for Clavell)

//tw for verbal abuse & heavily implied homophobia below the cut

It's cold.

Cold enough that your snot would form icicles. Cold enough that Clavell shivered on the pitch even bundled in an undershirt, fleece top, and an absolutely styleless puffer jacket.

But here he is, anyways, on a freezing, snowy Sunday morning when he could be watching cartoons on the telly with sweet little Melony instead. All for arcdamned battle practice. His dad, bouncing from foot to foot alongside his Mr. Ryme, cups his hands around his mouth so his words carry.

"Send out that Abomasnow of yours already! You've been training her, right? Don't tell me you couldn't be arsed again."

"Right, father. I hear you loud and clear. I've been training 'im just fine."

Out from his Pokéball pops Beleth, though that won't be his name for another thirty-some years. The hulking creature turns back to Clavell with a goofy smile, which is enough for the teenager to loosen up and give his first command.

"Alright, Abomasnow! Let's start off with a bit of Swagger!"

The yeti puffs up its chest and pretends to... slick back its ears? The sight's enough to set Clavell giggling, even as the Mr. Rime--and Mr. Frost--look about ready to blow their lids.

"Do you even want this job? Are you even capable of taking this seriously, Clavell? Urggggh... Mr. Rime. Psychic."

Mr. Rime moves to use its psychic energy, but its constant tapdancing, its confusion, and the icy ground combine to catch the fellow on the ice instead. Ouch.

"Hell yeah! Keep up the pace, mate! Let's go defensive with an Aurora Veil!"

The icy weather cloaked Abomasnow in perfect greens, blues, and purples. Enough to distract Clavell for a moment too long.

"Snap out of it, Mr. Rime. Focus Blast!"

The attack, which would normally whiff in even a stiff breeze, hits perfectly in a moment of distraction. A little too confident. A little underpracticed. Abomasnow reels back in surprise, unable to complete its Aurora Veil perfectly.

Mr. Frost claps his hands, and both Pokémon stand at attention. The battle is officially On Pause. Clavell hates when his old man puts things On Pause.

"See, Clavell? You needed to work on fixing that! She's still slow at putting up Aurora Veils! That could be win or lose for you two!"

Clav sneered. "I don't think anyone's noticing that other than you..."

"Are you out of your mind? This is the Galar League! There's juggernauts like Opal out there, and you're sitting here faffing around..."

"Chill out, I just--"

"You just what?!"

Mr. Frost practically exploded, crossing the pitch to Clavell's spot. Shit. That's going to be one hell of a talking to.

"You, you... what? You're too busy with that mop of a thing you call a hairstyle? You're too busy sneaking out to Spikemuth again?"

Clavell shuffled awkwardly on his side of the field, running a hand over his hair. Fuck. It was one time he got reamed out there. It's not like there was anything more to it, as far as the old man knew. Right? Hopefully?

"You're too busy "hanging out" with those chavs? Too busy with that bloke whose bike you were riding? Is that it? Are you too busy being a fucking--"

"Clavvy!"

Oh, thank Arceus and the Hero. Melly. Charging away from her mom faster than anyone could possibly catch her, before attaching herself to his leg.

"Clavvy, is dad being mean again? Is daddy using bad words?"

Clavell placed his hand on his sister's head, smiling warmly at her before shooting a Look at his father. This would probably continue later, but at least not in public.

"Listen. Clavell. I just have one thing to say. We're done here. You don't want to do training, you don't have to do training. As a matter of fact, never fffff... never come back to this pitch again. Your little sister can do what you won't, then."

Melony blinked, looking between the two of them. Clavell refused to meet his little sister's eyes. This was entirely on him.

"I'm gonna be a gym leader, father?"

"You've got that right. Because your useless brother here wouldn't put up much of a fight if he tried."

Melony nodded, in her way that looked like she understood. Clavell knew she didn't. He'd have to properly apologize later. Over and over and over for years to come. But for now, his father had turned his attention back over to the deadbeat.

"But, as for you, you'd better find something else you want to do with your life fast. Research, maybe. Medicine. Law. Something respectable. And that'd better not be in Spikemuth, and especially not with any strange blokes."

"You hear me? Last chance, son."

#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #//ooc ask #//hopefully you all don't mind a few non-sillies.#//the melony headcanon is courtesy of shiny-achillea! and a basis for a lot of my clavell thoughts.#//even if they're pretty clearly divorced from canon.#//but yeah. a little background as to why Clavell as Melony's Brother wouldn't have the gym.#//plus it's an interesting parallel to melony and gordie.#tw verbal abuse #tw homophobia

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crystal-clear-crystalline · 2 years ago

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G3's handling of the original "embrace your freaky flaws" is really weird and contradictory, especially in it's world building so far. Despite that, it could've went in an interesting direction with the theme. The best parallel I can easily describe it is how marginalized groups also have the issue of discriminating other marginalized groups. For example, I'm southeast Asian and there is an issue of racism, homophobia and ableism I see with my family and friends. Unfortunately for me I am at least one of those, maybe two.

This can explain all of the monsters panicking and going on the defense when Clawdeen initially finds out about Monster High. She's a human, a human probably connected to them going into hiding. It's only when they found out she's part monster when they welcome her into the school. They also wrote in interesting details like how gorgons weren't allowed on the casketball team until Medusa came along. This could lead to her and the ghouls to think more thoroughly about what it really means to "embrace your freaky flaws" along with some more material specifically for Clawdeen as her being half (and the fact that that's emphasized to hell and back).

It's probably not gonna go like this because a lot of this is pulling from my understanding of the first Monster High movie (and also I'm not 100% remembering the g3 episodes) and the weird detail in Abbey's episode. I thought it was super weird for Clawdeen to not question everyone going "oooooo yetis are scary 😱". That interaction reminded me of human characters (who assumably knew her) bullying her and thus leading her to basically have no friends aside from her dad and Crescent. She doesn't really have that context everyone else does so I was honestly surprised she didn't go "What do you mean? Aren't all monsters scary?" in the episode.

#personal #am I expecting too much #probably #the execs are probably like “just do racism bad”#“kids don't know nuance and don't experience that nah”#“we're woke :)”#honestly would be a nice evolution and exploration of the theme #monster high #monster high gen 3 #monster high g3 #rambling #this looks like a hot mess I am sorry #my autistic word dumping ass and hoping something makes sense #but like would really help with the weird world

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thowawayuntilfurthernotice · 1 year ago

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So I watched the animated Urkel Christmas movie and oh boy......do I have a lot to say about it.

First things first, I'm glad that this project managed to survive the HBO Max content purge. As it proves that getting shit canned by David Zaslav is no longer a death sentence.

Now, as for the movie itself.

It's fucking weird.

I'll admit that I didn't grow up with Family Matters, so I have no real emotional attachment to the Steve Urkel character, and my only exposure to Jaleel White as a kid was from his voice work on the Sonic cartoons.

So I didn't know what to expect going into this, and if I'm being brutally honest, I'm still trying to process what the hell I just sat through.

First of all, the title is a fucking lie. He does not save Santa. Santa doesn't appear until the tail end of the movie. And when he does appear, he doesn't really do much outside of teach Urkel the true meaning of Christmas.

A better title would have been "How Urkel learned to be less overbearing during the Holidays."

Seriously, the entire conflict of this movie could have been avoided if any one of Urkel's friends or neighbors just pulled him aside and said "Hey, Steve. I know you mean well, but can you tone it down a little bit?"

Also, Santa is a yeti because..... why the fuck not.

While I'm on the subject of the supporting cast, I don't know what to make of them.

They're passive aggressive towards Urkel for no reason whatsoever.

For example, there's a part where Urkel invents a translator helmet as a gift for Robin's dad, who doesn't speak English on the count that he's from Ecuador (Why his daughter is able to speak perfect English with an American accent is never explained, but whatever.) and Robin just shoots the idea down. Which is fine and all, but why does her dad have no say in the matter?

This scene would have been a lot more effective if Urkel had pitched the translator helmet to Robin's dad, rather than Robin herself.

Speaking of Robin, I can't help but feel like the writers originally wanted her to Urkel's love interest, but they most likely vetoed that idea halfway through production. As their first interaction is written like a meet cute, so I legit thought that they were going to get together by the end of the movie, but I guess not? Which is whatever, but it's still bizarre none the less.

Oh yeah, this movie is also a musical because the writers needed an excuse to pad the run time.

The only enjoyable song is Santa's song towards the end, mostly because his voice actor has a beautiful singing voice. The rest of the cast try their best, but they're not given any decent material to work with, and listening to Jaleel White try to sing in his Urkel voice is as grading as it sounds.

There's also this evil billionaire tech bro character, because this movie needed an antagonist for some reason.

Though I will say that I do like the art style, it's very 2000's. I just wish the animation quality was a bit better, but it is what it is.

Overall, I feel like this would have worked better as a forty minute special rather than an a hour and a half movie.

It's not terrible, but it's nowhere near as fun as it could have been I guess.

#Steve Urkel #Urkel Saves Santa #Jaleel White #Christmas #Family Matters #Christmas Specials

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ekwolfwood · 1 year ago

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...well this has been a week from hell. or a month. its just been.... a lot. sorry if none of this makes sense, it is very much 4am.

(tw: health talk, disability talk... and death/pet death)

-it started at yeti, which was overall fantastic and 10/10 cant wait for next year, but all the stress factors all compounded into me having what was, on my birthday, probably my first noticeable seizure in decades. im not fully convinced, but both my partner and my twin noticed something was very off/not like regular dissociating

(i was one of those lucky ones that "grew out" of my absence seizures by highschool-ish, but theres always been the chance of them coming back/if i was still having super mild ones (i still have hella motor tics, which are tangentially related), but recently.... something in me might have been trying to warn me (we were using our own disability stuff for our heralds au, and bringing it up a lot...). i wanna talk about the good yeti things, but it doesnt feel like that day happened at all?

-on an immediate side note, mild pain flares took up a lot of the following two weeks, but i also finally got a specialist appointment with a pseudo answer??? he was very nice, and confirms at least prooobably fibromyalgia? which yeah lol ive suspected for years, so its a nice first step/confirmation. im placing a new bet however on that hes dead wrong with saying theres nothing wrong with my connective tissue. there is. i know there is. the pain and need for a walking stick for my knees/balance says otherwise

now the other two... bigger things.

-...... got a call on canada day that my grandad died. its been.... rough. more worry (mostly about my dad, and just over change and scheduling). more stress. this is the first time ive cried over a family member dying. ever. i didnt care about the other set of grandparents, on my mums side (when my nana died there was an undercurrent of 'ding dong the bitch is dead...' she was a... mildly racist piece of work, to be nice about her). but i like my dads side of the family. im glad alex got to meet him once before he went. he was 96. its not a shock, its just... its just yeah. theres gonna be no funeral, and i dont know if im thankful for that or not.

-.....and then all the past few weeks, Loki, my partners cat, had been acting increasingly off. i had a gut feeling. he's had kidney issues/near renal failure twice before. i just... i knew it was gonna be soon, and i desperately wanted to be wrong, and let the little blighter have a good long life being a little sensory nightmare to me, but... something in me just fucking knew. and, of course, because of my grandad, the news happened when i was 3 hours away from home with responsibilities and couldnt just leave. she's here now tho, and we're going home tomorrow morning, and saying goodbye to him on thursday.

i... dont deal well with change. the processing, the not feeling grief properly (cognitive/affective empathy issues, which is wild because alex and i had a whole ass conversation about that before any of this happened???? again. weird. coincidences.), the uncertainty.

and the fact that no one can be ready for any of this.

but, if things come in threes, then that better be fucking it for a while okay.

because we'll be alright.

we'll make it through.

things just take time.

#on the plus side i got a lot done in trying to keep busy today (two whole patterns cut!)#(my back is.... unhappy with that)#housekeeping #we'll be alright tho #its just been a lot so hey why not actually write about it #its been a while and i always say i wanna use this place again haha #death #pet death

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ravio-rants · 9 months ago

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12 and 14 for Raide :)

Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have good relationships with? Why those characters?

okay Technically, technically, none of the canon characters are around in Raide's time. or if they are, he wouldnt have met them. (honestly havent decided if they're somehow still around or not, but that could be a really fun little side thing..)

however. im going to have fun with this. Raide is very creative, and kind, and also protective, so i think he would get along well with Uli and Colin and Rusl. Uli is a kind lady who i can easily see knitting and sewing most of the time, so raide and uli could honestly just quietly chill and craft while maybe talking about the stuff going on around them. raide would also be willing to help take care of the kiddos. Colin is Uli's kiddo, and has an interest in protecting people and learning to wield a sword, but also canonically enjoys crafting things (he made his own fishing rod with his dad, as well as the wooden sword if i remember right.) so raide would have fun crafting with him too, as well as helping him with his sword training. she might not want to be a royal guard, but they Do enjoy hitting things with sharp sticks, and they might as well teach someone who wants to learn, right? plus i dont think he would mind hanging out while colin goes fishing. Rusl and raide would get along because raide comes from a line of royal guards, and has the professional training that comes with it. rusl would respect that. Rusl would also respect their choice to not be a guard, especially because she still actively protects her friends whenever they leave town. They have the shared experience of having been guards tho, so they could bond over how shitty training probably was.

honorable mentions: i think Ashei and Raide would get along as the weird boygirls they are. the yeti's get along with everyone, but Yeto would let Raide help him with soup, and Yeta would so work on a quilt with her.

why those characters? because, as much as i like the main characters (link, zelda, midna) i dont think raide would get along with them super well. Link is a farm boy, and yeah they both have sword training, but like, they dont have the shared experience of Being Guards like Rusl would have. they would maybe be chill with each other but i dont see Raide like, joining him on a trip to castle town or smthn. Zelda is.. zelda. idk. shes pretty cold in this version, and kinda resigned herself to her fate, and we dont see her Do like.. anything. so idk. Midna is a little too mischievous for Raide. i think they would be chill with each other, on account of Midna being related to Raide's friends, but i dont see them being friends. so i chose other characters that Would have a better chance of being friends with them.

also yeah all these bitches would be in the light world but like.. i already have an idea for the worlds being able to mingle a bit and also we dont. we dont have canon characters in the twilight realm. zant gets exploded and midna wouldnt be friends with him.

Did you give your oc a love interest? Is it another oc or a canon character? Why?

yes i did! raide and calen are boyfriends!! they are both oc's.. why? because i dont really like shipping my characters with canon characters, plus with them living in the twilight realm, options would be limited. why i gave raide a love interest.. well, Raide and Calen are both based on parts of myself to some degree (raide being creative as hell and calen being a vague metaphor for chronic illness that i can explain at a later date) and i revamped them around the time i got out of an iffy relationship, and calen, in his previous incarnation, had been dating one of my ex partner's oc's, so i decided "fuck it, self indulgent oc ship." because i was lonely. they both deserve to be loved, gender fuckery, overwhelming creative wants, and chronic illness included.

(note: shipping your oc's or yourself with canon characters is perfectly fine, its just not something i like doing with My characters.)

#oc tag #ravio rants #raide solaire #ravio replies #damn this one got long too. i have thoughts about my characters today i guess lmao.

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p1x3l-h3arts · 2 years ago

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TW: Abuse & Blood

Introducing a particularly “charming” character: Ethan Lockheart, aka, Pixel’s ex. One of the first antagonists that make an appearance in the Misfit Mash. First image is his ref sheet for 2023, next is a shot of when Glitch(Pixel’s brother) met him for the first time and was seeing ALL the red flags, and then the last image is a snippet of how Ethan actually treated her after the honeymoon phase ended. Also explains the origin of why she always wears a band aid on the bridge of her nose...

More about Ethan under the cut:

Ethan is known by a lot of things. He is the ringleader of a group of wannabe delinquents called “The Fallen Rose Petals”(cliche I know), Pixel’s ex boyfriend, and Yeti’s school bully. He comes from a home where both of his parents are divorced and things are somewhat dysfunctional. His dad is super rich & doesn’t really bond or discipline his son. Instead he buys him whatever he wants and calls it a day. His mother, who has main custody of him, is a super sweet woman who isn’t as wealthy as the father, but she still spoils him and is basically his doormat. Ethan grew up his whole life used to getting his way, never facing real consequences for his actions, and not learning a general sense of what’s right and wrong. He’s got an inflated ego, manipulative tendencies, misguided misogynistic beliefs, and can’t ever handle rejection or not being in control in a healthy manner.

As for his personal relationships, his friends are intimidated by him so they never stand up to him or question his ideas. His charisma and “IDGAF” attitude made him quite popular at school with an interesting bad boy image. Pixel was particularly attracted by this and got close enough with him to the point where they dated for a few months. Those months would prove to be hell for Pixel however. Ethan is extremely emotionally abusive and would often gaslight her, insult her, and put down her feelings to remain in control in their relationship. He however slipped up one day and was caught cheating with another girl by Pixel. Outraged, she finally stood up against him and tried breaking things off once and for all. He however…did not take the breakup well. After their breakup, he not only scarred her but he also began to use his popularity to spread lies about her throughout the whole school to damage her reputation. And everyone believed him since he was the closest to her out of everyone else.

#P1X3L draws #my ocs #oc artwork #oc artist #tw abuse #tw blood #oc design #oc backstory #character design #misfit mash #ethan lockheart #pixel #glitch #oc illustration #oc lore

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redhoneysugarorange · 1 year ago

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I raise you the following ideas for more crossovers:

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Danny Phantom and Genshin impact?

Danny and Hutao would get on like a house on fire. But then if she finds out he's not only half dead but also never received a proper grave, it'll be a great set up for angst and fluff as hutao prepares him an actual funeral and burial ritual.

I think he'd feel nauseous around Chongyuns (in sorry If I mispellsd his name) but because he's half human and also a different kind of ghost (ectoplasm based rather than energy) the pure yang energy doesn't effect him as much.

I feel like around Quiqui Danny would be able to help her with her memory problem. A dab of ecto here, some ectoice from the far frozen there, and she would be remembering much more. After all, the half dead need to stick together. I feel like Chichi and Baizhu would love a visit to the Far Frozen to learn medicine from the Yetis, and perhaps learn how to heal illnesses they never thought possible.

The traveler would relate to being a fellow traveler from a different world. Perhaps the traveler once visited Danny's home dimension, and thus they can talk about changes and what they miss about home. Danny would offer to help find The Traveler's sibling, but even Danny doesn't have that power. I feel like Danny would also have trouble from the unknown god when trying to leave.

This is not to mention the several other ghosts, spirits, demons, and other such remnants of the past that are all over Teyvat. Imagine that Danny's presence, or maybe a portal, would end up leaking ecto into the surroundings and result in the ectofying of several dead and evil things. Chaos across the land, Xiao would be beyond pissed at this ghost boy who brought back so much of the evil Xiao and his fellow yakshas spent their lives to wipe off the surface. But this also has the capability of bringing in some of the more beloved deaths. Teppei, The Salt God, Xiao's Yaksha family, Ei's sister and friends.

I also feel as though Danny could definitely tame one of the ruin machines, or at least make some mischief with them.

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Danny Phantom and Marvel?

Damn we got this kid with parents who have super mad scientist vibes, it wouldn't take much to drop him off into the hands of a marvel character.

Bruce Banner? Would vibe with Danny "my parents made a portal to some sort of afterlife" Fenton. Bruce would be so angry and saddened when he learns the fact Danny died due to lax safety protocols. If you want make ectoplasm radioactive and bam another thing they can bond over. I feel like they could learn a lot from each other. Danny could introduce him to Cujo, like "hey my dog does that to!" and Bruce would be intrigued to watch Cujo go from cute puppy to hulking giant dog.

Tony Stark? If earlier on, Would say he's not fit to be a father, end up agreeing to being Danny's mentor, and yet would still end up being a protective dad anyway. He would bring well needed structure in Danny "I'll sleep when I'm dead - oh wait" Fenton's life. Would be so much more stressed 24/7. If later on, Danny would get along well with his daughter I think, and would do his best to figure out where the souls that got snapped went. None of them ended up in the infinity realms, and tha should not be possible. So where did they go?

Danny would meet Vision and go "oh cool, a never born" and would end up explaining the concept of souls formed in ths infinity realms, and how their are spirits there who are simply formed through emotions. I feel like if you snuck in a "like you, your soul was formed from love, appreciation, and steady acknowledge as being human" vision would be so overwhelmed and happy.

Danny in Space with Star Lord and his crew? Oh hell yeah. Get space Core Danny in their and you'll get a crew of Allen's baffled at this human child with no sense of danger who won't seem to stay dead.

"Starlord, how do human children work? Are they supposed to be able to go through solid material?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?"

"you're a human and you used to be a child!"

"AND????"

Captain America? Danny could casually remark something like "oh I lost a lot of respect for America when they declared my species non sentient and ordered the death of all of us" and just completely fuck some shit up.

Black Widow? Here's this kid, that unlike her own assassin upbringing, was raised to be a normal American. This child, he agreed to fight not because he was raised to, nor was he one of those young heroes ready to fight alongside other heroes for the wonder of being a hero. No, this child chose to do this, because he felt obligated to. He felt obligated to, because despite it being his parents mistake he himself was the one to turn on the portal. Danny was also the only one capable of fighting the ghosts that began to haunt their town for a long time, fighting not to kill but to contain. This child even grew to understand his enemies, and fight alongside them when needed. He had gone through so many changes through both his powers in his ghost form and his mental state in his human. All Natasha could give him at this point was some training, which he desperately needs.

Why didn't he have a mentor? Oh? Your godfather is like you and wanted to kill your dad, marry your mom, and make you his son/ his mentee? You learned some things from encounters with him where he's hurt and electrocuted you? He's cloned you in an attempt to coerce you into an obedient child for him to father, and you had to watch almost all of your clones (except for one, apparently named Dani with an I) melt in front of you when it didn't work out in Vlad's favor?

Oh. Oh Natasha had someone to kill. Even if that fucker won't die he'll pay.

That's all I can think of right now, I have more fandom ideas but my fingers are tired of typing.

Bruh yall fam I love Danny Phantom crossovers

Like hes so easy to plop in other universes

The idea hes in Miraculous Ladybug and gets akumatized and just talks to hawkmoth. Dudes stuck with this 14-16year old kid cause the bug wont/can’t get out. Kid please im trying to work stfu. Ok yes yes my fault for trying to use you in my evil plot hut it’s 4 am and I have a big meeting in the morning. Kinda shit. That or Ladybug thinks hes an akuma when hes Phantom snd doesn’t trust shit he has to say.

Mcu? Hawkeye getting another kid. Ironman finding out parenting is easy wtf is wrong with people. Captain America finding out parenting is hard someone help him. Bucky just chillin. Thor throwin hands. Loki 🤝 Danny

Fnaf? Dudes a dope security guard and befriends all the animatronics. Or hes just a dead kid haunting the place who befriends the DCA. Who probably don’t like him at first cause hes a dirty rule breaker. But a kids a kid man.

Saiki K? Do yall think Danny could clock Saiki? 20$ says Danny head empty so Saiki thinks hes either like him or like Nenduo and avoids him either way.

RWBY? Ozpin son and defence squad. Too easy next.

Soul Eater? Hell yes fuck yes. Bruh don’t need no one and is topping the charts as worst student ever cause he aint collecting one soul. Helping those fuckers move on. Oh now hes expelled. Well you can’t expels him sir hes walking out. Next new villain cause hes saving those souls you sick fucks. Oh yea these are bad people? Well doesn’t mean they should be used to give you a fucking one up. His own soul has been used to power a country and that shit sucked. No one deserves to have their own being used like that. Wtf (souls arent the same here danny smh you are starving some poor kids probably idk I have t seen the show in ages)

Honestly idk how I would put him in SAO? He would just win?

Psych? Yea hes called in a tip and everyone is sus about him like with how they are about Shawn. So fuck it. Plays it up. Holy shit a ghost! Shawn is going thru it in here cause ghosts arent real right? Gus probably making Shawn take a break from cases cause hes clearly lacking sleep. Though didn’t Gus believe in ghosts??? Lassiter actually ends up liking the kid. Pranking Shawn is just a bonus. Karen knows.

Doctor who? Again too easy next.

DC? Adopt him adopt him adopt him adopt him. No matter which dc character is it they gonna adopt. Unless it’s Joker cause he dies on sight.

MHA? Bruh still getting adopted by someone.

Why is Danny so adoptable???

Put that fucker in warrior cats and bluestar is gonna come fukin running

#danny phantom #danny phantom crossover #dp x marvel #dp x Genshin #dp x Genshin Impact #Sorry for all the words #I got exited #and I felt i needed some mote examples #oops #anyway #I might update later with more ideas for fandoms and stuff #I might do TMA once i get further in

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the-firebird69 · 9 months ago

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Yeti Attacks Hiker, Steals Backpack & Falls Down Mountain, Cop Goes To I...

Good good so my grandson is talking to my wife she's pissed off already his neck cuz she's falling over. It looks like you're ripping someone apart good it's probably one of these idiots bothering me and they're bothering you and she said that's true what should I do they found me said well who found you and how many the cameras there and some other footage gets back survive thinking good for you to probably run some maneuvers and see how many and I'm putting it out there that you're there and they'll go there and the free you or you're already missing and she said good and he's okay I don't know where he is he's not at Castle so I guess I don't know is it really is her so she got really mad and said his boy is going to be alone doing whatever just completely shot sense of people will say it too and the Battle of hoth is going to begin and the staff statuses about 2 and 1/2 months or month and a half ago or something they ran up to the Brazil and Amazon area and it ran up to the Sahara and they ran up to the northern tundra to fight the pseudo empire you doing it again and it is March 12th 24 and the warlock off Island our diminished greatly and they suck and they're not friendly's watch times after a time I think they rethink it over if you look at the movies and bill says it's true he thinks cuz we're fighting the empire with them and pseudo empire piece of parts of them but still looks like they're fighting the pseudo empire and I came up with that this is hokey and so I'm not in giant format and she's smiling and laughing and what will we look like he looks like kids it's funny for a small person they said it should be I'm a baby and it's a little baby things I noticed people think I'm odd it is odd I'm throwing my phone when I fall asleep. Across the room he says it's not a great accomplishment but really when I'm sleeping that's kind of like watch out yeah I saved dad by lifting a car up so it looks like both of them are losing and the foreigners are at them they are at their ships they are at the caverns they're at the huge bunkers the Sahara desert and places like that and finally they are at them at the Continental caverns they are doing assessments and prepping to assault ground bases with huge ground lasers and I hear they're in the tunnels plugging them and they are going to be useless these rebels need to redirect themselves they're going to go after the pseudo empire again and they're shaking stuff loose to the empire it's not a grade it's b grade but it's still a lot of stuff and I'll let the clones use it so she got depressed I don't know what day it is and she said it's in the future what he's doing and saying so she sent it out the max are extremely racist against and descendants of great ape and mutants they're massively racist against and if you don't know it you need to know it because you need to go home and she needs to go home for more strength they are seeking any mutant out the reason I'm alive and so they can do it to everybody else for one and the second of them from a different group so she said that's good and I hope you have a good day and night you need to find another place I think a cave perhaps for safety and fire and a rock to block it and she heard all that and said good and she looked around and she knows where some stuff is and found it but this is what it is she needs to escape and there is none

And still me and you don't understand she's the alter ego of Bill and another genius programmer but with Autobots and transformers and Bill things since she gets grabbed and they grab his stuff but no that would be his stuff and so it's hers but not sure where the hell you guys go I can't see the videos or movies and bill says that's okay and people need to know your going to be okay so you're trying to figure out what to do it says he's in hendersons and the first movie that is the guy's son was going to happen real soon and she's smiling and saying I have to find a place to write down that's good animal skins were good and she smiles says you're right and she knows how to preserve them and it's going on now so she might have other stuff but

I'm really concerned that treating people very badly and we need to stop them it's really gross

Hera

We're going to move on it now here real sick of this a****** save stuff about our son and we need to get him out of here and I'm going to use this guy's ideas and factories and everything that he's used on our son and he's helping the empire so screw him and I get it right I know what I'm saying. I get something too Harley has a conversion kit and one of them is bigger and you can use it on that as a truck and we got to make these Harleys and screw this guy he wants to show up is going to die I'm so sick of him and they're getting smaller and really if they don't just keep on hitting them and other people will too and really they're going to come that much and I want these Harley Davidsons it'll be nice and have a better mental frame and these new trikes we have a lot of stuff we can move around had enough of this crap I'm tired of cow toning them and he keeps telling me don't do that and don't do that and these guys aren't and we can't be seen doing it that much no way and he's right this guy thinks we're pushovers and don't even exist I'm sick of it it's endangering people

Thor Freya

We agree and we're going to take his toys away people started ripping his cars off yesterday and the guys are f****** a****** about it and he's saying all such a s*** and he's getting beat up we need him out of there too they can expose it and some other stuff and then go he becomes heinous as predicted

Olympus

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altocat · 2 years ago

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can we get some cute angeal in a relationship headcanons- small things like slice of life kinda things- my poor under appreciated man needs love and attention 🥺

Yesssss plenty of love for Honor Boi. These are pure sugary fluff.

-Angeal, when infatuated with someone, is a big doe-eyed clumsy baby. Will literally stand about with sappy puppy eyes getting himself worked up just thinking about his love. And will totally run into a wall or make a big doofus out of himself.

-Angeal is probably a treasure to spoon with. Big warm rumbly voice curled around you. I'd imagine his partner always feels very safe with him around. Sometimes though, Angeal wants to be the little spoon damn it!

-Definitely a morning person. Will be up at the crack of dawn with your omelette ready and your clothes ironed and folded out for you.

-WILL lecture you if you do something reckless. These can last up to five hours. No breaks. But that's how much you mean to him.

-Is sometimes insecure about being so buff and hairy. He bonks into things all the time and sometimes just feels like a big lumbering yeti. Nice pets. Stop that Angeal you're the best.

-Will introduce you to his friends. Has probably lectured them about behaving themselves. Genesis will probably flirt and show off and Sephiroth will probably just peace out because like hell if he's socializing for free.

-Angeal surprisingly likes video games! While there are one or two...incidents he doesn't like to talk about, he will happily game with you. As long as there's time for training and sticking to his bedtime schedule because he's a good little soldier.

-Sometimes, you will catch Angeal talking to his plants. It's adorable.

-Angeal rarely gets genuinely angry. When he does, he won't lash out. He'll just go on a walk to blow off steam and by the time he's back, he's over it.

-Angeal has appointed you the godparent of Genesis and Sephiroth in the event of his untimely demise. Oh, and Zack too. You better hope he sticks around because those are three big dumb babies you'll have to wrangle.

-Speaking of Zack, he is always teasing Angeal about his LOOOOVE~ life. Nosy puppy.

-Give Angeal lots of fuss and attention. Cherish him. Quality soldier dad. He'll get extremely flustered though.

#Angeal hewley #crisis core #ff7 #ffvii #asks #final fantasy 7 #Honorcanons

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christinesficrecs · 4 years ago

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A very long list of updated snowed in fic recs for @starsandmoony 💜

On my Way by Gia279 | 17.9K

Huge black paws smacked the window, followed by a fuzzy face smooshing up against it.

He scrambled over the gear shift, tipping into the passenger seat. Bear, he thought hysterically. It had to be a bear, a freaking bear.

A big pink tongue rolled out, lips pulling back as the creature panted.

I’ve got chills... They’re multiplying! by DropsOfAddiction | 12.3K | Explicit

Derek is literally wrapped around him, one heavy leg and one heavy arm pinning him tight to Derek‘s front.

Warm and steady breaths tickle the back of Stiles’ neck. He tries not to freak out and he wonders how he’s going to extract himself without waking Derek. He totally isn’t ready to face into this conversation.

Stiles stretches gently and Derek grumbles clutching him tighter in his sleep. Stiles tries not to yelp when Derek buries his face in the back of his neck.

Well fuck.

One Star Awake by zjofierose | 9.5K

When Stiles gets stranded in the snow one dark and snowy night, he's in real danger. Fortunately, he gets rescued by a man on a horse.

Emergency Contact by bewarethesmirk | 1.2K

“Derek here hasn’t left your side,” the nurse coos, and Derek glares at her back. “You’re so lucky to have such an adoring husband.”

snow day by kellifer_fic | 8.3K

“It’s not a big deal. It just happens when I’m… cold,” Stiles offers, scratching gingerly at his head with a claw and then grimacing at it like it’s betraying him.

“Are you serious?”

“Hey, who are you to judge, wolfman?”

Your love warms me up by Smowkie | 1.2K

“At least it’s slowing down,” Stiles said, his lips slightly blue tinted and his teeth clacking.

“Yeah,” Derek said. Stiles had his arm hooked with Derek’s, and he was stumbling a little as they walked. “Come on, keep walking, keep warm.”

“Yeah, keep walking,” Stiles agreed.

Derek didn’t like how weak he sounded.

In the Dark Midwinter, Light by rhysiana | 3.7K | Mature

Really, Derek and Stiles being sent to an empty druid's cabin to fetch a book for Deaton and then getting snowed in could have gone so, so much worse.

it doesn't have to be a snowman by triggeringthehealing (froggydarren) | 4.9K

The Beacon Beans coffee shop is what Stiles would refer to as a lifesaver. They supply his dose of sugar whenever he needs it, they don't ask questions, and their hot chocolate is delicious.

And now they're running a snowman building competition where the grand prize would get him an entire year's worth of drinks. Really, all he needs is a partner to team up with. Only everyone else from the pack already seems to have paired up.

three words have never come easy by the_problem_with_stardust | 1.5K | Mature

If someone had told Derek five years ago that Stiles Stilinski would be the one living in a secluded cabin in the woods, Derek never would have believed them. Even now, he had a hard time reconciling his memories of Stiles as a high schooler with the young man who preferred the quiet found amongst the trees.

Whenever he’d inquired, Stiles had just smiled that enigmatic smile, so like Deaton or Morrell, and said something about being unable to think around the bustle of town.

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” by jadore_hale | 2.3K

“I’m sorry,” Stiles sighed heavily, coming back down to earth, “But when you woke me up this morning and said that we needed to go out into the woods and find the evil Snow Witch that brought this shit here, I thought that was your emotionally stunted way of saying come build a snowman with me.”

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“You have got to be kidding me.”

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warning: everyone is drunk ! , sexual references

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The next morning, Allie strolled out of the bedroom with a messy braid, a cheesy grin and a blush that started the second James began to whistle. Colin flipped him off immediately, still as sullen as the night before. “Nice of you to show up.”

“I was busy.” She retorted, then immediately shook her head. “Not like - I just showered.”

“Did loverboy join? What’s his name again?” James questioned, sliding Allie a full plate.

“Carloooooos.” Julia sang, laughing as Allie glared at her. “I saw him sneak out this morning. He said hello. Nice guy.”

“He said he had to get to his shift, he teaches scuba lessons during the day. If we’re interested he said he could snag us a discount.” Allie shrugged, popping a blueberry into her mouth.

“Does he teach underwater basket weaving too?” Colin asked dryly, scowling.

“Is that a real thing?” Rafe asked, looking like he was actually considering the activity for a moment.

Sophie glanced over at him, concerned. “Baby.”

“It’s not?”

Julia shook her head at the couple. “I thought we had a boat today?”

“We do. We’re going sailing.” Rafe confirmed, glancing at his watch. “We’ve got an hour, but we need to pack snacks and drinks. Colin, can you help me grab the cooler from the attic?”

“You can’t grab it yourself?” Colin grumbled, pushing away from the table to follow Rafe up.

“No. It’s too big.” Rafe glanced behind him, making sure they were out of earshot of the group as he led him up the stairs. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“My problem?” Colin repeated, immediately getting defensive. “What the fuck?”

“Yeah, you’re being a dick about Allie’s hookup. No one would say a word if you brought a girl home.” He coughed as he unlocked the attic door and a small layer of dust flew up, the house unused since the beginning of summer. “Actually, maybe you should get laid, you’ll chill out.”

“I don’t have a problem.”

“Then quit being an asshole to Allie. She doesn’t deserve that.”

Colin sighed, helping Rafe tug the Yeti cooler down from one of the shelves. Once it was down, he glanced over at Rafe. “I didn’t mean to be rude. Sorry.”

“Apologize to her, not me.” Rafe told him, looking Colin dead in the eye like he could figure out some hidden secret if he stared at him long enough.

“I will.”

“Good. Just because you’re jealous -”

“I’m not jealous, just don’t like this guy -”

“Ha!” Rafe pointed his finger in Colin’s face, eyebrows raised. “I knew it! You like Allie.”

Colin froze, immediately looking towards the door then lowered his voice. “You can’t tell.”

“Wait, shit, seriously? I was just trying to get a rise out of you...Colin. Seriously? You mean it?”

“The tiniest of crushes. She’s cute.” Colin affirmed, regretting telling him already. “Just - you can’t say anything.”

“I won’t. Brother swear.” Rafe nodded, extending his hand to Colin. “Don’t you dare fuck with her though.”

“I won’t, I won’t.” Colin paused, not taking his hand to shake. “That includes Sophie.”

“Fuck, Colin, for real? You know she doesn’t count.” Rafe whined, running his hand through his hair. “She’s gonna get it out of me. Somehow. She always knows when I’m hiding something.”

“I mean it.” Colin shook his head. “No Sophie. No James, and especially no Julia.”

“Damnit.” Rafe sighed, but grabbed Colin’s hand and shook it. “Fine. You’d better apologize and start making moves or shut the fuck up and let her do her thing, though. No judging.”

“I will, I promise.”

“Good.”

The door banged open, startling them both as James stood in the doorway. “Yo. You two can’t handle this thing?”

“No, we got it.” Rafe shook his head, lifting it easily on his own to haul downstairs. “They send you up here to check?”

“Yeah, Jules started asking questions about last night and Allie clearly didn’t want to gossip with me around, so Sophie sent me up here to get you guys.” James paused, thinking. “She muttered something about you probably getting stuck in some secret fancy passageway. You gonna tell her this house is your dad’s company house, not some family heirloom?”

“I’m pretty sure Sophie wants to know as little as possible about what my family owns. I think she cried for a solid hour on the first night here.” Rafe frowned, taking each step one at a time.

“You tell her about the deb thing yet?” James asked.

“Deb thing?” Colin echoed. “Sarah’s ball? What does Sophie have to do with that?”

“...No. I’m not sure. I think she’ll either agree or rip my head off, no in between.” Rafe sighed. “Sarah’s getting presented at the debutante ball in the spring, Rose suggested Sophie gets presented as well with me as her escort, and somehow my dad thought that was a good idea. Establish her with high society, or whatever. I don’t think he’s forgiven me for breaking up with Brooklyn a week before her deb ball. Apparently me being her escort would have been good for us. Our family.”

James cocked his head. “She broke up with you.”

“Whatever.”

“Huh. Well. That conversation should be fun for you.” Colin patted Rafe on the shoulder just as they got down the attic stairs. Rafe now sported a thin layer of sweat from hauling the cooler down alone, despite him already having no shirt on.

“Oh yeah. Looking forward to it.” Rafe deadpanned, then put on a grin as they all re-entered the kitchen. He didn’t miss the way Sophie’s eyes trailed over his exposed chest, the way she leaned forward on the counter and bit her lip a little. “Found it!”

“Excellent.” Julia clapped her hands together and began filling it with a selection of drinks she’d laid out on the counter. “Sophie, stop eye-fucking your boyfriend and help me out.”

Sophie snapped to attention as Rafe held back a laugh at Julia’s lack of tact. “I wasn’t -”

“Yes you were. Drinks.”

Sophie shook her head, handing Julia drinks with a rising blush on her cheeks.

“I don’t mind, sweetheart.” Rafe murmured to her lowly with a grin, trailing his hand down her spine ‘til he rested his palm on her lower back.

“Ew, we just ate.” Allie complained, pushing her plate away from her. “Thank you for pancakes, though.”

“No problem. It’s my specialty.” Rafe beamed, gathering up the plates and sticking them in the dishwasher.

“Only ‘cause you can’t cook anything else.” Colin pointed out, dodging as Rafe aimed a square punch at his arm.

“He’s not wrong.” Sophie agreed, reaching up to kiss Rafe’s cheek.

“Aw. Thanks for breakfast, Mom and Dad.” James grinned, patting them both on the head.

Sophie whirled on James immediately, only held back by Rafe slipping his arm around her waist (more to protect James than her). “Stop. I mean it.”

“What are you gonna do?” James taunted, grinning. “Hit me? Rafe won’t let you.”

“I will, if you don’t shut up.” Rafe replied, shaking his head imperceptibly behind Sophie’s back.

“What? You weren’t pregnant, it was just the flu - hey!” James took off running the second Rafe let Sophie go, who immediately sprinted after him through the house.

“Fuck off, James!” She yelled, chasing him down the hall.

“I didn’t mean it!” He yelped as she threw someone’s flip flop at him, nailing him in the shoulder with surprising aim. “I’m sorry! Rafe! Help me!”

Everyone else watched from the kitchen, thoroughly entertained. “You gonna help?” Allie asked, glancing at Rafe.

“Nah. He deserves it.” Rafe shrugged. “They’ll get tired soon enough.”

“She only likes fighting when she’s flirting anyways.” Julia added. “I swear all your arguments before you two were dating was just foreplay.”

“Doubt it. She could be pretty mean.” Rafe grinned at Sophie fondly as she strolled back into the kitchen with a triumphant smile, then looped his arm around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Who’s mean?” Sophie asked.

“You.” James informed her as he followed her back to the group, dramatically rubbing a red mark on his shoulder.

“Okay, both of you, knock it off.” Rafe took charge like always, glancing at his watch. “Everyone go get ready, we’re getting picked up in twenty to get to the dock. Don’t forget sunscreen.”

“You really make it too easy.” Julia rolled her eyes, but chose to refrain from calling him Dad again for the fourth time that morning.

“So everyone knows?” Sophie asked the group, frowning.

“For the record, I was team baby. I think you guys would have very cute kids.” James said, already flinching away as Sophie lifted her hand toward him.

“Yeah. Rafe accidentally let it slip when I asked why you looked like hell that weekend.” Colin confirmed. Sophie had stayed at Rafe’s instead of her house so he could take care of her, and Colin had found her sleeping on the bathroom floor curled up in a ball at 2pm when Rafe was in class. (He decided not to wake her up, thinking she was just wildly hungover, and had texted Rafe a photo instead.)

“Great. Fantastic. But if one more person calls me Mom this week, I’m going to rip your heads off.”

“I told you you’re mean.” James grumbled, clutching his shoulder. “I’m gonna have a bruise. How am I supposed to explain that to whoever I’m hooking up with tonight?”

“Tell her you’re into pain.” Allie suggested, shrugging when everyone gave her a look. “What? It could work.”

“...Alright. Everyone go get ready, I don’t want to hear another word from anyone about their sex lives.” Rafe instructed, shooing everyone out of the kitchen as he and Sophie made it toward their room. “Sorry, baby.”

“It’s fine. I’d be more upset if we actually had a kid on the way.” Sophie conceded with a shudder at the thought. “How much did you talk about it with the boys?”

Rafe thought about it, about how James kept going on and on about how he wanted to be a godfather and how their kids would be adorable, and how Colin said he wasn’t really a huge fan of kids but obviously their kid would be family. He thought about how he shared with the guys how nice it would be to have a big family and know their kids would have several metaphorical aunts and uncles, and how much love and support they’d be surrounded by. It made him excited for the future - the far future, of course, but still.

“Not much.” He finally settled on answering, giving her a small smile. “You gonna wear my favorite suit today?”

“The pink one?”

“No, the blue one with the daisies. The one you wore in Nice?” He grinned. “Or, I guess, didn’t wear?”

She blushed, shaking her head. “I think that one’s dangerous to wear around you with our friends.”

“Any bikini is, sweetheart.”

“Control yourself.” She flicked his shoulder in warning. “I have a surprise for you tonight. Don’t let me forget.”

He perked up immediately, smirking. “A surprise? What kind of surprise?”

Sophie just shrugged. “You’ll see.”

“I’ll see...is it a leave-the-bar-early kind of a surprise? A need-the-house-empty kind of surprise?” He asked eagerly, his smirk broadening as she pulled out the light blue bikini from her suitcase.

She laughed, pulling off her shirt before she fumbled with untangling the bikini strings. “I think you can stay quiet enough that we’ll be fine.”

“Will you be able to stay quiet?” He teased, beaming in appreciation as she stood there shirtless in front of him, tongue in between her teeth as she concentrated on fixing the bikini. (He didn’t bother to help.)

Sophie ignored him, rolling her eyes, but glanced up and caught him staring. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Don’t tempt me, you know I will.” He shot back. “I know you brought your film camera I got you for Christmas.”

“The last person I want seeing my nudes is the freshman art student that develops my film in the photo studio on campus.” She replied with an eyeroll. “Though I’m sure he’d enjoy it.”

Rafe’s face dropped as he immediately grew protective, grabbing the bikini top away from her and deftly untangled the strings. “Get dressed. We’re gonna be late.”

“Okay, Daddy.” She replied innocently, biting the inside of her cheek to hide back a grin.

He paused, considering, then shook his head. “No. Sorry, no, can’t vibe with that. Find a different kink please.”

She burst out laughing, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, James paid me $10 to tell you that.”

Rafe huffed, tugging on his swim trunks and shoved his feet back into his boat shoes, then promptly slammed open the door, striding back to the group. “James! Fuck you!”

________

Later, once everyone gathered their things and made it down to the dock after their driver for the week picked them up, the boat driver helped them all onto the boat, offering his hand. He was younger, around their age or a little bit older, and Rafe scowled as the driver’s eyes lingered maybe a little too long on Sophie’s bikini top. Then the driver politely leaned over to Rafe to inform him that Sophie had the tag sticking out of her top, hanging on by a thread, and he dropped his scowl quicker than it had appeared.

It only took them twenty minutes before they cracked into the cooler, everyone satisfied with a drink in hand, and two failed attempts to go head-to-head in a shotgun contest with James left Sophie drunk within the hour. She had her sunglasses perched askew on her nose, eyes closed as she rested her head in Rafe’s lap, lying down on the seat next to him.

“This trip is good for you. I think this is the most relaxed I’ve seen you all year.” Julia commented, snapping a quick photo of the couple.

“I do feel very relaxed.” Sophie hummed, taking Rafe’s hand and starting to play with his fingers. “Hm. Relaxed. Relaxation. That’s nice.”

“You’re hammered.” Rafe pointed out, but looked down on her fondly. “I want you to eat soon.”

“Snacks.” She affirmed. “You’ll have to feed me. I’m not sure my jaw works anymore.”

James giggled, more tipsy than anything, but still lacked any filter. “Better for dick sucking.”

“Hey.” Rafe warned. “Watch your mouth.”

“Sorry. Just came out.” James shrugged, having zero remorse. “Can we go swimming? I wanna see dolphins. Do they have dolphins here?”

“Some dolphins. I’ll take you.” Their driver interjected, changing direction of their boat.

“Dolphins can travel up to 80 miles a day,” Allie informed them, confused when she got weird looks from the groups. “What? I’m from Florida, I wanted to be a dolphin trainer growing up. Everyone did.”

“Aw. You would have been good at that, Al.” Julia told her, topping off her drink. “Sophie, no sleeping.”

“M’ not sleeping.”

“No drunk napping.”

“M’ not drunk.”

“Well now you’re just lying.” Rafe told her with a smile, gently nudging her up. “C’mon, I need you to drink water for me. Have some snacks.”

“Here, Sophie.” Colin waved the bag of Sun Chips under her nose, grinning. “Try some. Yummy.”

She batted it away, frowning as she leaned back into Rafe. “Everyone leave me alone.”

He pushed her back upright immediately, ignoring her frown, and pressed a water bottle to her lips. “Drink.”

“Do the thing.” She lowered her voice, challenging him with a smirk.

“Sweetheart, I’m not gonna -”

“Then I’m not drinking.”

He sighed, resigned. “Drink water or I’m not letting you go out tonight.”

“Let me? You don’t let me do anything.” She argued, grabbing the water bottle away and took a long drink.

Rafe just nodded, clearly not in the mood for a fight. He knew Sophie was in charge of the relationship, but the second he said he wasn’t comfortable with something, she listened right away. “Okay. Sure.”

“Trouble in paradise,” James sing-songed, only to receive a glare from Sophie.

“You’re still on my hit list.”

“Me? What did I do?”

“You and Julia are on it.”

Julia sighed, glancing over. “You’re really still hung up on that?”

Sophie sat up a little more, her eyes lighting up, and Rafe braced for an argument. “I told you no -”

“And we’re both grown adults, Soph, we can make our own decisions -”

“You don’t even like him -”

“Ouch.” James mumbled, shrinking back into his seat as if he couldn’t be seen.

“Hey!” Allie clapped, standing and putting herself in between the girls. “Both of you, let it go. We’re not doing this again. Julia, drink more. Sophie, no more drinking.”

“But -”

“No.” She crossed her arms, staring them both down until they sighed, mumbling apologies. “Thank you.”

The boys all watched in silence, impressed, until Colin spoke up. “Right, well, I’m gonna go swim.” He and James nodded, jumping off the back of the boat, and Allie and Julia took a second but followed suit.

Sophie moved to join in until Rafe grabbed her around the waist, protective as he pulled her onto his lap. “Hey. You okay?”

“Yes. I feel good.” She promised, but couldn’t fully meet his gaze and was swaying with the rocking of the boat. “Can we go swim?”

“Will you wear a life jacket?”

“That’s embarrassing.”

“It’ll be more embarrassing if you drown.” He pushed her hair back, out of her face, and kissed her forehead. “You’re way too drunk right now, you’re making me nervous.”

She frowned, placing her hand on his cheek. “I make you nervous?”

“No, I’m just worried something’s gonna happen. Life jacket? Please?” He pulled it from under the seat, offering it to her.

Sophie rolled her eyes but let him put it on, strapping it tight across her chest for good measure. “Now can we go?”

He scooped her up with a grin and stood on the seat, ready to jump. “Now we can go.”

“No, Rafe - wait no!” She screamed, grabbing around his neck as he jumped into the water with her in his arms, plunging down and letting her go to float back up.

James snorted, splashing water toward her. “Nice life jacket.”

“I’d like a life jacket.” Allie interjected, closing her eyes and floating on her back. “Wouldn’t have to do any work.”

“Hold on - Allie, are you high?” Colin questioned, swimming closer and poking her arm. She’d only had half of a drink since they were on the boat, but was still acting strange and zoned out the whole day.

“Carlos gave me an edible. I ate it before we got on the boat.” She mumbled in reply. “I have more if you want it.”

“You took sketchy drugs from a sketchy guy?!” Colin exclaimed, much louder than necessary.

Rafe swam over with a frown, shaking his head like a dog. “Who’s taking drugs?”

“The bartender -”

“Carlos.” Allie corrected.

“The bartender gave Allie drugs.” Colin cut her off. “And now she’s high and probably something else.”

Rafe cocked his head, looking over Allie. “Al? You good?”

“I feel nice.” She replied, moving to tread water and smiled at them. “So nice.”

“Jesus Christ.” Colin cursed, while Rafe kicked him under the water.

Julia swam over, tugging Sophie’s hand to drag her along. “Oh, it’s finally kicking in?”

“You knew?” Rafe questioned, pulling Sophie into his arms as she tried to be subtle and unclip the life jacket.

“Of course I knew.” Julia replied. “Don’t freak out, I looked at it, it’s fine.”

“Oh, you looked at it, great. Thanks, Julia, I didn’t know you were the resident expert on drugs.” Colin huffed.

“Just weed, actually, I haven’t done anything else -”

James seemed to finally realize the whole group was congregated instead of doing their own thing, like he was. He swam under the water, grabbing Rafe’s ankle - who immediately screamed like a child and kicked James in the face. James bobbed up straightaway with his hand clapped to his nose and blood trickling from it like a leaky faucet. “What the fuck?!”

“Why’d you grab me?!” Rafe defended, letting go of Sophie. “This is on you.”

James launched himself onto Rafe, grabbing at him, and the two promptly started wrestling in the water, despite everyone’s protests. Colin stuck his arm in between them to break them up after a few minutes, tugging Rafe off of James and being careful not to hit James’ nose again. “Hey! Hey. Everyone back on the boat.”

“C’mon, Colin.” James argued, but hauled himself back up onto the boat anyways when Colin tapped his watch and reminded them all of their dinner reservations.

Once they all clambered back onto the boat and James had a towel and a can of beer pressed to his nose, the boat driver started taking them back to the shore. Sophie had sobered up somewhat and Allie was asleep with her head in Julia’s lap, with Julia absent-mindedly stroking her hair. “Hey, Rafe? Do you have any good recs for somewhere we could go for dinner?”

Rafe furrowed his brow, confused. “We’re going to dinner tonight, what do you mean?”

“No, no, tomorrow. I was thinking it could be just the girls, you guys could do something else -”

“No.” He replied, firm. “None of you are going anywhere alone. I don’t trust any of you when you’re drinking.”

Allie stirred, finally opening her eyes as she’d been listening in on the conversation. “We could invite Carlos to chaperone,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, I’m sure he’d love to tag along. Drag you into some trafficking ring too.” Colin grumbled.

James pulled the towel away from his face, confused. “So that’s a no to guy’s night?”

“No one is splitting up.” Rafe insisted, firm, and reached over to press the towel back to James’ nose.

Sophie cocked her head at her boyfriend. “Where is this coming from?”

“Look, I don’t even let Sarah go out alone here, and we’ve been coming here for years, she knows this place like the back of her hand. I don’t want something to happen to you guys.” He slung his arm around Sophie’s shoulders, pulling her close. “Any of you. I mean it.”

“Man, even my own father isn’t this protective.” Julia remarked casually, then immediately regretted it upon seeing Rafe’s wince. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. But that’s final say.”

“Okay, got it.” Julia raised her hands in defense. “So. Back to Carlos. Do you think he’d get all of us drugs if we had a threesome with him?” She suggested, only for everyone to stare blankly at her. “Oh my god, I’m just asking. It’s not like I suggested meth.”

“Who’s in the threesome?” James questioned, cocking his head.

Julia ignored him, barreling on. “That’s, like, an appropriate thing to ask, right? It feels like an island vibe. He’s gotta know where to get something.”

“Something.” Rafe repeated.

“Yeah.” She directed her question back toward him. “Hypothetically, if he could get us coke, would you say no? That’s like a rich person drug.”

“Rafe hasn’t done coke.” Sophie interrupted, assuredly, then frowned as Rafe seemed contemplative. “Right?”

“...No. Had to think. Been in the room, though, so probably got something secondhand.”

“That’s literally not how coke works.” Julia dismissed.

“I wouldn’t. I’m pretty sure that ruins the lining of your nose.” James supplied helpfully - Julia nodded in agreement, considering this newfound information.

“I’d consider doing molly.” Colin added. “But not from him.”

“Oh, like that makes a difference.” Allie deadpanned, always quick with the comeback while the rest of the group registered their surprise, because - Colin? Drugs? Two words that didn’t go together.

“It does, actually, but I get drug tested at NASA every single week, so.” Colin shrugged. “Not worth losing my future job.”

“Right. No one answered my question.” Julia sighed. “I’m open to a threesome with Allie or James. Rafe and Sophie, you’re out. Colin, I -”

“Yeah. Agreed.” Colin nodded, then hurriedly added, “I’m not saying I’m down for a threesome -”

“Hold on, why are we out?” Sophie frowned. “We’re hot.”

“Neither of you would share. It wouldn’t be fun.” James pointed out, only for Julia to nod enthusiastically in agreement.

“Exactly. You two are too, like, in love or whatever. It’s sick.”

“We would be great in a threesome.” Sophie argued, crossing her arms.

“You are too damn competitive.” Rafe mumbled to himself, shaking his head. “No one is having a threesome, no one is doing drugs. Not until we’re back under American laws. I’m not bailing anyone out of jail here.”

“Boo, Dad.” James grumbled, making Sophie lean toward him and raise her hand.

“James -”

“Okay, Sophie, chill, you can be the only one to call him Daddy -”

“Oh god, gross -”

“Home again!” Their driver announced with a grin, bumping the boat a little against the dock. The group snapped to attention, with James and Colin grabbing the coolers and Rafe helping the girls off the boat. He clapped the driver on the back as he was last to get off, murmuring something in his ear and slipped a wad of cash into his hand.

_____

After dinner, the group was dropped back at the house with the same driver they’d had all week, who now knew them all by name and knew way too much gossip about each of them. He knew that Rafe always sat in the front, the girls crammed into the back and James and Colin shared the middle, unless the girls were too drunk to crawl all the way back safely, and the boys would trade. They were all tired from a long day in the sun and agreed to call it with a lowkey night back at the house.

Once they’d all changed into comfier clothes, rather than how they dressed up for dinner, they congregated in the living room, sprawled out on the couches.

“All right, games. I have...uh…” Rafe rifled through the cabinet under the television, coming up short with only a deck of cards. “There’s just this and a poker set. We didn’t exactly play family games growing up.”

“That’s alright. We can play B.S.” Julia concluded, clapping her hands together with a grin.

“Last time we played B.S. it ended in a screaming match, and you and Colin didn’t talk for a week.” Allie reminded her, wary. Drunken card games in their group usually resulted in made-up rules that were only kept on track if someone wrote down the rules to lock down any possible room for arguments.

James and Sophie returned from the kitchen with two bottles of Sprite, two bottles of lemonade, a handle of vodka and six shot glasses. “Okay! Ready!”

“What the - guys, I said a chill game night.” Rafe raised his eyebrows as Sophie passed out the shot glasses.

“Yeah, we decided it’s our only senior spring break so we want to enjoy it.” Sophie told him, smacking a kiss to his cheek. “We’re playing B.S? Whose rules?”

“Normal rules, for the first round. Second round everyone adds a rule as you get away with bullshit.” Julia declared, shuffling and dealing the cards out to everyone with a surprising amount of skill. “Next birthday goes first, and if you don’t get away with it you have to take a shot. Or chug your drink for five seconds?”

“That’s me. And player’s choice, I think.” Sophie decided, sitting up and angling her cards away from everyone, looking a little too contemplative. She placed her card down, and Colin immediately shook his head. “Bull.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Take the shot, Sophie.” Colin insisted, flipping her card to reveal a jack instead of the needed 2.

“Fuck.” She muttered, following suit.

Rafe shoved her cup of water closer to her before she could pour herself a vodka lemonade instead, shaking his head. “You’re not even sober right now. Finish this first.”

“It’s alright, I’m fine.” She waved him off. “You’re next.”

The game continued on, escalating dramatically as they kept playing. By the time the first big bullshit was called, Allie had to accept at least 30 cards, the group had all taken at least one shot, Julia had been banished to the corner for a whole round, James was wearing Julia’s pink sunglasses upside down and Rafe had made out with Sophie three times, due to a rule he’d made up.

“Total bullshit.” Allie giggled as James placed five cards down at once on top of a huge stack. She was rivaling Sophie for drunkest of the group by far, slumped on the couch with her arms wrapped around one of the pillows as she wore a happy grin.

“Is not.”

“Is too!”

“Challenge!” Julia exclaimed, setting up two cups at the end of the table and handed them each a ping pong ball. (No one was sure when this was added to the rules, but everyone accepted it easily.) “Ladies and gentlemen, please stand.”

The two stood and took each other’s hands, laughing as they followed the customary pre-pong rule of spinning each other three times before taking their aim. “That was four! That was four.” Allie protested, having to grab James’ arm for balance as the room spun behind her eyes. “You need an extra spin.”

“Wait, dude, you put five down.” Colin pointed out, cocking his head. “Fucking idiot, take the cards.”

“Julia said challenge!”

“But you cheated!”

“The whole point of the game is cheating, dumbass!” James retorted, shaking his head. “She said challenge!”

“I said challenge!” Julia cried out, tapping her shot glass against the glass table to regain order. “Now throw.”

Both of them missed their mark terribly, James’ ball falling short and Allie accidentally nailing Rafe in the forehead with hers. “Sorry! Shit, sorry!”

“Oh, no, baby, are you okay?” Sophie asked worriedly, smoothing her hand over Rafe’s forehead as she combed through his hair with her fingers.

“I’m fine. I’m not sober.” He replied, humming with a smile as he leaned into her touch.

Everyone stared at the two of them with grins as they realized Rafe’s mistake in his own rule that he’d made up. The couple took too long to realize, slowly glancing around at the group. “What?” Sophie asked, sitting up straight. “What happened?”

“James missed the shot.” Colin grinned at Rafe, way too smug. “Pucker up.”

Rafe’s face dropped as it clicked for him - he’d made up the rule that a missed shot from falling short meant that person had to make out with the player who’d gone before for at least two minutes. It was a carefully calculated rule, he’d played pong with everyone in the group countless times and knew that everyone besides Sophie tended to overshoot, almost every single time.

Almost.

James laughed at Rafe’s expression, crooking a finger toward him. “Come here, buddy. Do you want me to get chapstick? Soph, do you have chapstick?”

“Do I have to?” Rafe groaned, standing up and striding over to sit next to James on the couch.

“It’s your rule.” Julia pointed out. Sophie shrugged in agreement, not quite putting together all the pieces.

“I’m really honored to be doing this with you, seriously.” James joked. “Sophie, can I touch him?”

“Just the head.”

Julia snorted, and she and James exchanged equally delighted grins at Sophie’s accidental innuendo.

Colin pulled up the timer on his phone, flashing it toward them. “Okay...alright. Whenever you’re ready.”

“Fucking hell.” Rafe sighed, but leaned in to make the first move, eager to get it over with. Both of them had their eyes closed and the kiss was relatively tame, albeit impossibly long.

“Oh.” Sophie murmured quietly, unsure how she felt, but uttered a warning “hey” when James’ hand automatically went to Rafe’s face. She decided she felt mainly neutral about it, but would be a lot more neutral if it was James and Colin kissing instead.

Julia was quiet for the first time all night, unable to tear her eyes away as she watched. Allie couldn’t resist a quick photo but giggled, hiding her face in Colin’s shoulder.

“Hey. Hey! Hey!” Sophie yelled the second the timer went off, leaning over and grabbing at Rafe’s arm to tear him away. “No more.”

James had his eyes closed and had unconsciously chased Rafe’s lips with his as they were pulled apart, but made a show of wiping his mouth afterward. “Okay. Well. Mark that under something I thought I’d never do.”

“And you’ll never do it again, so I hope you enjoyed it.” Sophie scowled, wrapping her arms around Rafe from behind and pulled him back to lean against her chest. “Stupid fucking rule, Rafe.”

“Sorry. Wasn’t thinking.” Rafe laughed, clearly unbothered as he tilted his head to press a short kiss to Sophie’s neck.

She grasped his head in both her hands, leaning down to press a sound kiss to his lips, as if it was a mark of ownership. “There. No one kiss my boyfriend again, I’m getting more snacks.” Sophie declared, getting up and heading into the kitchen.

“I don’t know about y’all, but I’m lowkey horny right now.” Julia muttered much louder than she intended.

“Thanks for sharing, Jules.” Allie laughed.

Julia glanced toward James with a desperate look, pressing her legs together. “Are we done playing? Or do you guys want to keep going?”

Oblivious as always, James shrugged, unfazed, moving back to his seat beside Julia. “Whatever you want. I’m down to keep playing.”

“Fuck, I need to get laid.” Julia mumbled much quieter so only he could hear, and he straightened up immediately like a bolt of lightning had shot up his spine.

“Actually, I’m good. Tired, actually. Yeah. I’m gonna - yeah.” He stood, offering his hand to Julia. “You look tired too.”

“Guys.” Rafe warned, glancing toward the kitchen where Sophie was still raiding the cabinet for any leftover snacks.

“Night, y’all.” Julia grinned, ignoring Rafe’s warning as the two strode off hand in hand to Julia’s room, making sure to go around so Sophie wouldn’t catch them.

Rafe sighed, but bit back a smile as he saw a dirty text pop up from Sophie, with a very detailed idea of how they could use up the rest of the whipped cream in the fridge. “Alright. Night, guys.” He promptly got up and left, leaving Colin and Allie alone.

“And then there were two.” The tension hung thick in the air as Allie leaned on Colin, giggly. “Fuck, I am so drunk.”

“Yeah?” He didn’t dare move, especially as she took his arm into her lap and started tracing lines as she connected freckles on his skin.

“I think I’m gonna call the bartender.”

“No you’re not.” Colin frowned, shaking his head. “No. You need sleep.”

She yawned, blinking up at him. “I’m pretty sure my room’s occupied.”

“You can take my bed.” He offered immediately, resisting the weird urge to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “It’s fine.”

“Where are you gonna sleep?” She asked, reaching up and tracing her finger along his cheekbone. “Your eyes are pretty, did you know that? You have a freckle in your right eye.”

“A freckle?” He smiled. “I’m not sure that’s right.”

“It is.” She insisted. “I can go in your bed?”

“Yeah, I’ll take the couch.”

“Okay.” She agreed right away, hauling herself up. “I gotta brush my teeth.”

“Good thing your bathroom’s shared with mine.” Colin reminded her, following her down the hallway. “Unless you really want to go into your room while...that’s going on.”

“No, thank you.” She shook her head quickly, stretching and nearly smacking him in the face. “Sorry! Sorry.”

“It’s alright, just be careful.” He laughed, ushering her into the bathroom. “Do your thing, I’ll fix my bed.”

They’d all changed into comfortable clothes and showered before playing the game, anticipating intoxication, but Colin still wished he had a reason to offer her something of his to wear to bed. He re-made his bed, even fluffing the pillow, before tugging on a hoodie.

Allie returned a few minutes later, giving him a grateful smile. “Thanks, Colin.” She touched his arm as she passed, crawling into bed.

“Of course. No problem. Yell if you need something, yeah?” He told her, smiling back before leaving and turning out the light, resigned to a night on the couch.

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