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A Fresh Start [5]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: use of fake name, reader’s on the run, grogu is a menace, jealousy, pining (is that a warning?)

Word Count: 4,913

Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

Ch. #05: WIFE MATERIAL

Chapter Summary: Nima thinks you and the Marshal are cute. Cara thinks you and the Marshal are cute. Mayfield just runs for his life.

"too shy to say, but i hope you stay." -Billie Eilish

Two weeks flashed by in a blink of an eye, and Din Djarin and his son had fallen into a new routine⏤ one with you as a staple addition to it. Din had been so sure that their lives had been perfect on Nevarro before you, but you swept in and created a space for yourself that was now essential. The sound of your voice, your laughter, your steps padding across the floor had seamlessly become a part of the soundtrack of his and his son’s life.

“The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round,” You sung to Grogu who mumbled the repetitive words while miming the spinning motions you made with your hands. His large brown eyes were focused on you with great intensity. “The wipers on the bus go…”

“Swish, swish, swish.” Grogu mumbled the words in Basic while waving his arms side to side to mimic the motion of wipers. You clapped your hands excitedly, and Grogu giggled and bounced at the praise.

Din leaned against the wall with his arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold in the living room. Grogu had finished with breakfast and now sat on the couch in your lap. He was half tempted to call Cara and let her know he was taking a sick day. If he wasn’t so sure she’d see through his excuse and mock him for it, he might’ve tried.

You turned your head to meet his gaze, and Din tensed at being caught staring. He pushed off the wall and walked over. You lifted Grogu in the air, rocking him to make him laugh, and Din scooped him from your hands to curl into his chest. “Are you having fun, ad’ika?” He asked as Grogu buried his face into the crook of his neck. “Are you having fun with Soran?”

“ ‘lek!” Grogu cooed.

“Do Mandalorians have any rhymes or songs?” You asked.

Din titled his head. “I know a lullaby, but it’s not like the ones you sing with him.” He rubbed Grogu’s back. “Thank you for the songs.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and Din elaborated. “Grogu has gotten better with some words in Basic. I was worried.”

“Don’t be.” You rose from the couch and walked around to stand beside him. “The book I’m reading says that kids who are raised in a multilingual home take a little longer in their language development. It’s completely normal.”

Your words soothed his quiet concerns. To be honest, Din hadn’t been as worried about Grogu’s speaking habits since you arrived simply because he had become more vocal. Add to that the fact that he’d be starting school next week, brightened his mood even further. Grogu would only learn more and more from there. Din began to walk towards the door while still cradling his son in his arms. You stayed one step beside him with a sweet smile decorating your soft features. The warmth in your eyes when you stared at Grogu always brought a smile to his own face.

“I’ll bring home dinner from the new place that opened up in the plaza.” Din said. “Don’t worry about cooking.”

“Ooh, yum.” You playfully tugged on one of Grogu’s ears making him squeal again. “Hear that? We’re getting noodles for dinner tonight.”

The dinner situation had oddly been settled without much discussion. A pattern had just clicked into place. Din would come home and remove his helmet to eat with Grogu while you got some time to yourself, then you would come out to watch Grogu while he cleaned up from his day out in the city. Finally, he’d don his helmet once more and the three of you ended up spending time with one another before Din would take Grogu to bed. Sometimes, you’d even eat dinner with them. Din and you would find a spot on the floor, like a picnic, and sit back to back while Grogu ran circles around you both sneaking food from every plate he could touch.

“Noodle.” Grogu bounced in his arms and repeated the word over and over as if the chant would bring forth the food immediately.

Din held his arms out for you to take Grogu from him. “Only if you behave, ad’ika.”

“Tell your dad that you always behave.” You gasped, as if appalled at his statement. “You’re a little angel, aren’t you?”

“ ‘lek!”

Din chuckled with a shake of his head. He loved his son more than life itself, but angel would hardly be the word he’d use to describe Grogu’s menace-like tendencies. It was his mischievous nature that Din loved so dearly. If there were trouble in a nine mile radius, Grogu would find it. And if there wasn’t? His son was hardly hesitant in starting the mayhem himself.

“Oh,” You said abruptly, “Don’t forget, Grogu’s appointment is at 2 today.”

Din nodded, thankful for the reminder, and mentally made a note. This would be Grogu’s first appointment with the local physician and he wanted to be present for it. He believed you to be more than capable of taking his son on your own, but Din worried how Grogu would handle being in a medical facility. He wasn’t sure how much Grogu went through while in Gideon’s hands, and Din wanted to be there to support him in any way that he could.

“Thanks. I can meet you there.” Din replied. He leaned forward to rest his forehead against Grogu’s⏤ smiling when the boy wrapped his arms around his helmet in response. “Be good, ad’ika.” Din leaned back and after a beat he offered you a small nod. “I’ll see you this afternoon, cyar’ika. Call me if you need me.”

“I will. Bye, Mando.” You replied. As he stepped out the door, you stayed in the doorway to allow Grogu to wave at him. Din smiled to himself and readjusted his gloves to give his hands something to do. He would be lying if he said that he never had the urge to rest his forehead against yours when saying good-bye in the morning. A fact that he tried very, very hard not to think about.

You sat on the couch reading one of the many books from your past library on the holopad in your hands. As it turned out, after successfully guessing your last used password from a year ago, you were able to access all the books you had downloaded during your training years. Right now, the relevant ones you were reading all dealt with pediatric development and care. It hadn’t been a topic that particularly interested you back then. You learned what you had to in order to properly treat any younger patients, but that was it. Now, you found the topic exhilarating.

The more information you absorbed the better prepared you were to take care of Grogu. That was your thought process at least. Doing a good job was about more than just ‘doing a good job’. Grogu had quickly become an important part of your life, and you truly cared for the little boy. More than just Grogu, his father had grown on you as well. Living in this house with them, becoming a part of their daily routine, made you feel like you belonged somewhere. It was something you hadn’t realized you missed until you got a taste of it once again.

“Patu.” Grogu cooed.

You looked up from your holopad to see him standing at your feet holding up a piece of paper. He had been drawing on the floor in the middle of the living room. “What’s this?” You set aside the holopad and picked him up. The picture he drew was a scribbled version of you holding a mass of green with big arms. “Aw, is this me and you?”

“ ‘lek.”

“I love it.” You said with a waver in your voice. A picture drawn in crayons shouldn’t mean so much to you, but you were already making plans to frame the paper and hang it up on the wall where you could see it every single day. “Thank you, sweetie.”

You pulled him closer to cuddle him in a hug, but Grogu surprised you by lifting his hands to pat your cheeks. The cheek patting was hardly new, but then he lifted his head to press his forehead to the middle of your face⏤ the closest he could reach to your forehead. It was the action you watched Mando do to Grogu all the time. A sign of affection. As if the picture wasn’t enough to send you over the edge. You felt your eyes well up with tears and felt so silly at the notion that you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Grogu pulled back and tilted his head in question.

“Happy tears. I’m happy.” You shook your head and lightly bopped him on the nose with your finger making you giggle. “You made me very, very happy.”

If there was one thing you had learned about yourself in the three weeks you had been here it was how unhappy and alone you were in Tatooine⏤ hell, even in Coruscant this last year. You knew, you understood, but you hadn’t truly realized until you began to make new connections. It was all so overwhelming and it left you an emotional mess.

“How about we leave the house early?” You sniffed. “We can go say hello to Peli and Nima, and then pick up lunch.”

Grogu was just as happy as you assumed he’d be at the prospect of leaving the house. It took you only a few minutes to clean up a bit and get Grogu into his pram before the two of you were out and traveling to Peli’s shop. In your time here, you had learned the layout of Nevarro well enough to get around without much issue. There were still a few places you needed instruction to get to, but you were fairly proud of how settled you had become.

You heard Peli’s shop before you saw it, and Grogu’s pram sped up a bit in excitement to see Peli. He zoomed through the shop with practiced ease and you followed behind at a casual pace. It seemed the shop wasn’t overly busy and Grogu led you through the garage out to the back yard which Peli used more as a junkyard.

“Green bean!” Nima yelled in greeting.

She poked her head up from a pile of scrap metal to bounce over to the pram. Peli followed next and both women stood around Grogu cooing and chatting with the small child. You chuckled and lifted a hand to wave. “Hi. I’m here too.”

“Yeah, but you’re not nearly as cute.” Peli replied bluntly.

Nima lifted her gaze to you with a shrug. “No offense.”

“I’ll try to push through the pain, but I don’t know how I’ll sleep tonight.”

Peli picked up Grogu and began to bounce him on her hip to his delight. Nima tickled his belly once before drifting closer to where you stood. She crossed her arms with a smirk. “Things seem to be going good.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “They are.”

“Well, I am very happy for you,” Nima set her hand on your shoulder, “But I am also incredibly disappointed because now I don’t have a drinking partner.” You let out a laugh and gave her a light shove. Nima decided to wrap her arm around you instead. “Real talk though, it’s good to see you enjoying yourself. You can show me gratitude for finding you the job by joining me at the cantina tonight. It’s singles tuesday.”

You shook your head. “Okay, first off, why would they have a singles night on a Tuesday? Why not the weekend?” Nima just shrugged. “And unfortunately I can’t. Mando is picking up dinner for us from that new noodle place.”

Nima pulled her arm away to pout. “Can’t you just take your part to go. Hanging with me tonight will be so much more fun than eating in your room alone, I promise.”

“I’m not gonna eat in my room.” You shrugged. “Usually when he brings dinner home, we eat together. We just pick a spot on the floor and sit back to back. That way I can’t see his face while he eats, but we both get to spend dinnertime with Grogu.” Her comical pout slowly turned into a mischievous smile. You furrowed your brow at her in mild concern. It was never good when she got that look. “What?”

“Marshal Mando is bringing dinner home for you guys to share.” Nima repeated what you said, and you weren’t sure what she was getting at. “Together. Kind of like…” You raised an eyebrow at her, and she shimmed her shoulders, “A date.”

Your eyes widened. “What? No. No, no, no. It’s not like that. It’s not romantic.”

“You sit on the floor together. Food spread out around you like a picnic.” Nima said slowly. “How much space is there between the two of you? Or do you literally sit back to back?” At her question, you felt your cheeks grow warm in embarrassment. It was literal. The two of you didn’t necessarily touch, but the last time this happened if you had leaned back even a little you would’ve been able to rest against his back. Nima bounced in place. “That’s so cute! Ah, okay, you definitely can’t come to singles night then.”

“Stop.” You held a hand up to point at her. “You always do this. Remember when you visited me during training and convinced yourself I was having a love affair with my professor?” Nima’s features turned sheepish and she mumbled a response under her breath. “What was that?”

“I was wrong.” Nima sighed. “But in my defense, the two of you had some very intense chemistry.”

“We didn’t. He was married. To a man.” You shook your head. “You literally imagined everything. To which, I will commend your active and creative imagination, but you’re wrong.” You reached out and placed both your hands on her shoulders. “I love you, but you’re very, very wrong.”

“Boo.” Nima dragged the word out, her pout returned.

You laughed at her disdain and she easily rolled into a rant about a customer she had to deal with earlier in the day. Her claim about Mando lingered in your mind, but you shoved it out of your head with gusto. Your first week here had been a bit awkward, but the last two had been a dream as everything seemed to fall into place. Mando had become your friend. It was more than you could ask for considering he was your employer. The last thing you wanted to do was mess that up by catching feelings.

“Hey!” You and Nima paused in conversation to see Peli coming over with Grogu. “Bright eyes here is hungry. You gotta get him out of here before he starts snacking on my stuff.”

You held your arms out and Grogu excitedly leaned out to fall into them. “Are you hungry, sweetie? You wanna get lunch?” He clapped his hands and you chuckled. “Alright. Say good-bye to Peli and Nima. Can you say bye?” Grogu waved his little hand and you decided to continue holding him rather than setting him back into his pram. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Message me if you change your mind about tonight!” Nima waved.

You walked out of the shop with Grogu’s pram following after you. Mando had taught you how to program it to the arm band he had given to you. Nevarro’s streets were busy and you greeted familiar faces and you passed them. Anytime you had Grogu with you, more people stopped to say hello just so they could have a moment with the adorable child in your arms.

“Hey,” You held Grogu’s hand and his small fingers wrapped around yours, “We were supposed to meet your dad at 2, but should we pick up lunch and surprise him at his office?”

Grogu squealed in agreement and you were unsurprised by the response. You had learned that Mando was a fan of the sandwich shop owned by a local couple and as you’d have to walk by it anyways to get to the station it seemed ideal. It didn’t take long to pick up some food, and the owners had gifted Grogu with some free, blue cookies.

It didn’t take long to get to the station from there, but in that time Grogu had managed to gobble down every single small cookie they had given him. You set the bag of food in the pram so you could brush the crumbs off of his clothes. “I’m starting to think you eat this messy on purpose, kiddo.” He giggled innocently and you shook your head. You picked up the bag of food again as you entered the station. One of the two rotating receptionists sat behind the desk as usual. “Hey, Thilxi! How’re you today?”

“I’m doing well.” The Rishii woman replied. Her feathers were a mix of black, tan, and a pretty shade of orange. “Are you looking for the Marshal?”

“Yeah, is he in?”

“Mhmm. Go on back.”

You thanked her and took the side hallway to get to where the actual office sat. The only person sitting in the room was Cara who was currently reading through a holopad. She lifted her gaze at the sound of your approach and a smirk crossed her features. Before you could speak, she called out, “Hey, Mando. We got some citizens here with a request.”

You recognized the sound of Mando’s heavy boots. He began to ask what he was needed for, but his modulated words came to a halt, as did his stride, when his eyes landed on you. Mando’s head tilted in question. You held up the bag of food with a smile. “Lunch request.”

“Buir!” Grogu blurted. “Skraan. Skraan, Buir!”

Mando chuckled and crossed the space in a few easy strides and scooped Grogu from your arms. “Hey there, ad’ika.” He rubbed his son’s head and tugged lightly on a ear making Grogu giggle and grab at the hand. Mando focused on you. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“We were already out.” You shrugged. “Figured we could just leave from here to the clinic. You aren’t busy are you?”

“No. Not at all.” Mando nodded his head back toward the doorway. “We can sit in my office.”

“Skraan.” Grogu grabbed at the edge of Mando’s helmet.

“Call me if you need me.” Mando said.

Cara, who was still grinning, nodded, “Sure thing, boss.”

“Nice to see you, Cara.” You gave her a small wave before following after Mando. She returned your greeting with ease. You hadn’t actually been to the back part of this office yet, but through the door was just another short hall that led to a generator room, a storage closet, and Mando’s office. There was also a door at the very end of the hallway with an ‘exit’ side hanging above it.

Mando set Grogu down on his desk while you glanced around. It was a small and rather plain space. A large window on one side allowed natural light in, which was nice, and there was a desk in the center of the room. The swivel chair behind the desk was olive in color and it matched the double cushioned couch sitting under the window. Behind the desk, on the wall, were a few drawings made by Grogu.

“What does ‘skraan’ mean?” You asked. “Is it like ‘hungry’? I always notice he uses it around the time I’m about to feed him.”

Mando let out a short laugh. “No. Fair guess though. It’s slang for ‘meal’.”

So the green gremlin was just demanding his meal time. That sounded about right. You set the bag of food on the desk and Grogu immediately rushed to grab it. Mando scooped his son up again before he could shred through the brown bag to get to his sandwich.

“No, no.” Mando said. Grogu let out a soft whine. “Be patient.”

You began to unpack the bag while glancing over at Mando who was bouncing Grogu while chatting with him softly. As you began to throw away the bag into a bin nearby you heard Grogu patting his hand against his father’s chest repeatedly.

“Oh. You know what? He hasn’t used the bathroom since this morning. I can take him.”

“Don’t worry. Start eating, I’ll be back.”

You watched Mando leave with Grogu and turned back to the food. In the silence, it occurred to you that this was a half planned idea considering it wasn’t like the two of you could just sit on the floor here. You rubbed the back of your neck and tried to puzzle this out.

Din’s morning had been busy. There had been a mess on the tarmac where scheduled landings got tangled up causing a number of near crashes. The team there should have been able to manage it on their own, but tempers flared and he got called there to witness. Din spent his morning babysitting temperamental pilots and flight crews.

Needless to say, he really should’ve tried to call in sick.

Din kept telling himself he’d at least get to see Grogu and you sooner than dinner time because of the clinic appointment. He never expected you to show up at the station with his son and lunch in tow. Din was beyond grateful for his helmet because if Cara saw the dumb smile that spread across his face she never would’ve let him live it down.

He stepped out of the bathroom with Grogu only to immediately be met with a sly grin on Cara’s face. He slumped with a sigh. “Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Cara replied. Din tilted his head in exasperation and Cara just laughed in response. She leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms⏤ preening as if she had just won an award. “It’s just… interesting.”

Grogu grunted and began to pat his chest again. Knowing exactly what his son wanted, he knelt over and let Grogu down. He didn’t hesitate to rush away back to where his food was awaiting him. Din turned back to Cara and he pointed at her. “No.”

“Soran bringing you food and a visit from your son in the middle of the day just for the hell of it before you both take him to the doctor for a school registration check up feels very⏤ what’s the phrase I’m looking for?” Cara hummed then nodded her head. “Domestic. Wife material.”

Din set his hands on his hip and chose to keep his stance as casual as he could. His face felt hot and he knew he was bright red under his helmet. He already knew how attached he had become to the domestic energy that surrounded his home life. From day one, Din enjoyed that. Even back when things were still awkward, the moment he came home that first day to dinner being ready and Grogu calling out to him he had been hooked to that lifestyle. It was after that, much more recent, that Din realized it wasn’t just the domestic nature of things he was growing attached to.

It was you.

Din liked coming home to you. He liked watching you sing and dance with Grogu in the kitchen every morning. He liked the moments he got alone with you. It had been an accident the first night he stepped out of his room after putting Grogu to bed and ran into you in the kitchen. He had donned his helmet just to go get water but stayed there for a full hour just to talk with you. Now, he made it a habit.

You were the first woman he had any semblance of feelings for in quite some time. In the past, any sort of attraction he felt was easy enough to ignore. He’d climb aboard the Razor Crest, fly off to work on the next bounty, and that was it. It was done and over. Din was learning that trying to ignore an attraction he felt for someone he lived with was much, much more difficult. He had to forget it though⏤ had to push it aside. You worked for him, and Din would never forgive himself if he jeopardized the new routine Grogu had become accustomed to. If he made you uncomfortable, chased you off, Grogu would miss you so much.

Cara making comments with the words ‘wife material’ was only going to make this a million times harder.

“The two of you are cute is all I’m saying.” Cara shrugged.

Din grunted out a response which made his Deputy just laugh. He sighed and left for his office. It only took him a few steps in the hall before he heard Mayfeld’s voice. When Din got closer, he could see you sitting in one of the seats parked in front of his desk, Grogu in your lap eating, and Mayfeld was leaning against the front of his desk right beside you.

“I can’t believe you haven’t been to Jay’s place yet.” Mayfeld chuckled. “Best place to eat in all of Nevarro. No doubt.”

“Oh yeah?” You asked, helping pinch off pieces of Grogu’s sandwich so he didn’t just inhale the entire thing⏤ a terrible habit his son still had.

Mayfeld shifted on the desk so he was closer. “They have some great mixed drinks too. Maybe I can take you some time.” Din felt his chest tighten in discomfort. A flash of anger mingled with the new sensation, and his hand curled into a fist involuntarily. “You free this weekend?”

Din took that as his cue to close the distance. He didn’t like the idea of Mayfeld taking you anywhere at any time. He didn’t even like the idea of Mayfeld thinking about doing that. You let out a light chuckle and shook your head. “Sorry, I’m busy this weekend with, uh, Mando. He said he’d take me to…the…lava plains?”

“Mando?” Mayfeld repeated. Din saddled up to stand in view and leaned against the open doorway with his arms crossed. Mayfeld’s eyes drifted over to him and Din could see panic settle in the man’s eyes. “Mando!” He scrambled away from you and nearly fell when he reached the end of the desk sooner than anticipated. “Hah, hey, I was just keeping⏤ I didn’t know she was⏤” Mayfeld motioned toward you then shook his head. “I’m gonna go work.”

In order to leave the room, Mayfeld had to walk past him and Din didn’t make it easy for him. He stayed exactly where he was, following the man’s movement slowly with his visor, as Mayfeld struggled to squeeze past him without actually touching him. When he stumbled out and hurried away, Din looked back to you who stared at him with a wide grin. He felt his irritation melt away at the look on your face.

“He’s nice.” You chuckled. “Also, sorry I used you as an excuse. I kind of panicked when he asked me out.”

Din shook his head. “That’s fine. I don’t mind.” He straightened his posture and hated how awkward the next words out of his mouth felt. “Do you… Do you want to see the lava plains?”

“It’s on my to-do list for sure.” You nodded. “I feel like every time I walk down the street I hear one of the droids advertising the plains and the hot springs.” You handed Grogu another bite of his sandwich. His child was so enthralled by the food that he was barely aware of anything happening around him. “Besides, anything would be better than going on a date with a stranger. Nima asked me to go to this singles event tonight, and I have no idea how she can go to those things.”

Din stiffened at your words then scolded himself for growing tense. You weren’t his in any sense other than employer/employee. Din had no claim to you whatsoever which meant he had no right to feel any shred of jealousy⏤ either with Mayfeld or with you attending a singles event. He was paying you to watch Grogu and, by association, paying you to be around him. Besides, it was foolish of him to think this wasn’t something that would come up. You were a ray of sunlight after a dark and stormy day. You were refreshing. A breath of clean air after months of stale hyperspace. Smart, funny, kind, caring. Not to mention gorgeous. Maker, Din would crawl across the sands of Tatooine, under both suns, armorless, if it meant he could just touch⏤

No. He had to stop. That line of thought was the opposite of helpful.

Din cleared his throat. “You and Nima?” He tried not to let any disappointment show. He steeled his voice with practiced ease. “Are you going out with her tonight? I know we haven’t talked about it, but if you need a night off…”

“No way.�� You grinned then motioned to Grogu who was still happily settled in your lap. “I told her I was busy. I got a date with this cutie and some noodles.” You tickled Grogu who squealed in response, eager to play. “Don’t I, sweetie?”

Din was smiling like an idiot again.

Maker, was he in trouble.

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Soup Thursdays at the office

There were four fish in the bowl, and all of them were George. Draco named them, and apparently didn’t find it at all confusing.

“There’s George one,” he said, tipping the fish food over the tank with an exasperated roll of his eyes, “that’s the little red thing in the corner. Boy George is the one with the stripe. George two always forgets it’s been fed—and then this one, it’s just George.”

“Just George?” Harry asked, a crinkle in the corner of his lip.

“Not—just George. Its name’s George. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Just George is the best.”

Draco sighed, carefully administering colourful droplets of feed. “Of course you’d play favourites with the fish.” Rubbing his hands clean, head tilted to the side, giving Harry that look. The one that made his mouth go dry. “Now, unless there’s anything…? Then excuse me, Mr. Potter. Paperwork awaits no man.”

Oh, right, he was in the way. Had this habit of crowding Draco into tight corners, entirely unconscious. Harry took a step back, and another, startled and warm in the cheeks, mumbling this half-formed, automatic response that wasn't quite an apology. Draco walked away with a small smile-part-smirk, leaving Harry at the windows, near the fish tank, heart racing.

This wasn’t at all what he came out here for. Not to watch Draco feed the fish, third time today. He needed the copies for Mrs. Nelson’s case, and he needed… a moment. Honesty. Like he’s not built any resistance, stacked up any immunity to Draco’s—antics. Come on now, come on, come on.

Copies, then. Throat cleared, breath caught, head shook, Harry gathered himself, bit by bit. The copies were in the cabinet, by Draco’s station. Could have just asked him for it. But that would’ve led to a whole new debacle, and besides, it’s good to get away from his desk sometimes. Before he hired Draco, he never remembered to stretch.

Forgot to stretch still. Got an email, ran back to his office and furiously typed a reply to his stupid boss who wanted to assign them another case, as if their hands weren't full enough. And then it was getting near lunch-time, and Harry’s belly started on this dance, a little jig it only learned recently. Since Draco.

Thankfully, it was a Thursday, and Harry came prepared. With the fancy soup he spent three hours making, and the softest rolls Aldi had to offer. He caught Draco on the way to the kitchenette, signalled with his eyebrows (and with the tub, raised in promise). He’s really going to like this one; Harry made sure to get the cheese he knew Draco preferred, the perfect bottle of wine to pair with it. For the soup, he meant. Not that he brought wine to work. Harry may have been silly sometimes, but he was still an adult, and a professional. Who took his job seriously. Very seriously, even.

A fact he often forgot when Draco did this. Just walking, mind you, but slowly, almost on-show, dragging the chair next to Harry with big open eyes. Didn’t ask, didn’t say anything: crossed his arms in his lap, waited. It made something in Harry jump, seared right through him.

“French onion soup, as per requested. With so much fucking cheese it’ll give you heartburn. You’re welcome.”

“Looks delicious,” Draco said. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, a gesture so small it had to be unintentional.

That burnt bit inside Harry sizzled. “Why don’t you try some?” he handed the microwaved bowl. “Careful, it’s really hot.”

“Yes, Mr. Potter,” Draco said, with that look. “Aren’t you having some? Heartburn isn’t something to suffer on one’s own.”

He tried to laugh the dry-throat-ness away. “I will, yeah. How is it? Too much salt? Not enough?”

“Mm,” Draco took a spoonful, closed his eyes. “Perfect.”

Whatever he was going to ask melted away. Took a moment or two to shake himself, get up. Punch the time on the microwave with a slightly-trembling hand.

Harry started this a while back, bringing lunch for the both of them. Not so much as a decision as a series of events: too much pasta made, an extra sandwich bought by accident, leftover soup from soup Wednesday. And—he got a little addicted, he supposed, to the way Draco reacted. The way he—

The beeping of the microwave made him jump, meet the cabinet, too close, too suddenly.

“All right over there?”

Cursing under his breath, Harry nodded, returned to the table with a throbbing forehead. “Sorry. Got a little… distracted.”

“Mrs. Nelson?” Draco asked, handing him a napkin, then a spoon. “She called again. I told her we don’t have the results yet.”

“No, not that. We’re getting a new case. I've been trying to fight it, but...”

“Fighting the boss man,” Draco nodded. “Always drama with you, isn’t there. Hand me the pepper, please? Thank you.” Without another word, Draco was peppering Harry’s dish. “So, more importantly, it’s been brought to my attention you haven’t signed up for the draw this year.”

“Hmm?”

“The draw. Strictly come dancing? You know, the only thing anyone in the office talked about all week.”

Harry wasn’t all that interested in office talk. He might have heard about this one—had this vague recollection of Draco in blue, nattering about some dance show on the telly. “Can’t say I… sign up?”

“To the draw. Each pair picks a couple out of a hat. The principle is very simple, you should be able to follow.”

“Pairs,” Harry repeated, just to be sure he heard right. Tasted the soup: peppery, the way he liked it. “Who… erm, who’s your partner?”

Draco gave him that look again. “Why, Mr. Potter, it’s you, of course. I took the liberty of signing you up—please don’t be mad, it’s important for the people here to see you taking part. Not just, work-work-work all the time. It’ll be good for you.”

Harry grunted something wordless and tight. “Fine. If I'm with you it’s not—fine. What’s for the winners, then?”

“Of course you think you’d win it.” But he was smiling. “I don’t know, HR hasn’t announced yet. Probably some puny prize not even worthy of taking home. It’s for the camaraderie, knucklehead.”

“Camaraderie. Right. I think I know what that means.”

Draco rolled his eyes. It was warm in the kitchen, and nice. It was nice. They ate their soup in peace; Draco was busy with his crosswords, that he never completed and never gave up on, and Harry went back to his notepad, looking at what still needed to be done for Mrs. Nelson. Lunchbreak never used to be like this. Unrushed, like it was important all on its own. Draco made things feel like that. Important.

When the bowls were empty: back to the office, and the copies he forgot to take from Draco’s station were waiting on his desk. With a smile, and a sigh, and another sigh, Harry sat down and got to work.

He had to finish everything for Mrs. Nelson by tonight, with this new case threatening to take most of his time. Harry was no stranger to late nights, to coffee after coffee and reading until his eyesight blurred fuzzy. It was five thirty by the time he looked up again, and that was only because Draco was at his door.

“Hmm? You were saying something?”

Leaning against the doorjamb, long legs crossed, head tilted back. “Just enjoying the view,” with a wink. “Come on. Time to go.”

“Can’t,” Harry said, raising the contract he was currently reviewing. “Got to finish this first.”

“Mr. Potter,” Draco said, in that tone. Harry felt the lump he just swallowed, burning all the way down his chest. “Can’t leave me to brave the train station all by myself. I might get lost.”

“Please do,” Harry laughed, helpless. “You know I drive anyway. And you take the bus.”

Draco’s eyebrow arched, unimpressed. “You’ve stayed late every night this week.”

“It’s only Thursday.”

“Exactly. Now get off your arse, please, or you’re going to be in serious trouble.” When Harry didn’t look persuaded, he sighed, overly-dramatic and far too sweet. “Don’t make me beg, Sir. Not in the office. It’s unseemly.”

The ‘pah!’ of his laughter didn’t go a long way to hide the blush, coming rapidly and extensive. “Shut up! I have to… it’s the new case. Got to finish with Mrs. Nelson, or Gregson’s going to give her case to John.”

Draco winced. “God, not that tosser. Well… all right, pass over the consent forms.”

“Hmm?”

“I’ll proof while you work on the contract. Come on, chop-chop. We’ll finish much quicker if we work together.”

“Draco…” Harry started, gently, felt this thing in his chest go tight and tender. “It’s half five. You should go home. Your cat will miss you.”

“Whisker’s a dog, as you well know, you wanker,” Draco smiled sweetly, falling into the chair across from him. “He’ll be fine, my neighbour’s watching him. Now, hand me the papers.” He sent a hand forward, waiting, imperiously, for Harry to obey, which of course he did. Didn’t have much of the resisting part of his brain wired right, when it came to Draco.

“Fine. But you’re leaving by six.”

“Half six, and so are you.” Draco smoothened the papers and stole a pen from Harry’s cup. “Aha, see! Already found a typo. Truly, you should fire your secretary.”

“Not in a million years,” Harry smiled, and allowed himself to sink back in the contract, his chest a little lighter.

#Drarry fic #Office au office au!#Soft #Somewhere around 1.5k #Rockingrobin69

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garglyswoof · 7 months

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🦇 klaroline + per my last email

“Oh my god did they even READ??? What part of ‘Rooms are booked at the Aman Venice’ is difficult to comprehend?” Caroline yelled at her screen, leaning over the keyboard as she began exaggeratedly typing a reply. She was already irritated by Kol singing loudly in Italian somewhere downstairs - some opera that he claimed he had starred in in the 16th century. Honestly, at this point she was sick of this city and its thin veneer of charm holding back the rot.

“Per my last email, signora” She bit out, throwing up her hands. “Gahh!!” A muffled laugh behind her spun her in her chair, Klaus on the leather chaise smiling way too patronizingly at her for her own liking. “What?”

“Does that work for you?” At her confused expression, he continued. “Being passive aggressive? What do you think that will accomplish?”

“It will make her realize she’s stupid and she should apologize for being unable to comprehend basic sentences?”

“You believe that? Or will it just irritate her and worse yet, she’ll ignore it and learn nothing?”

Caroline stared at him. There was a logic to his words and she was having none of it. “Excuse me, but I’ve arranged the entire vampire consortium because your diplomacy skills range from death threats to stuffing people in boxes when they piss you off, so forgive me if I don’t take your advice on my emails being passive aggressive.” The last part came out in a hiss that she’d not be proud of tomorrow but for now it was effective. She watched Klaus’ face grow mulish, obstinate, and wondered if he’d pick a fight. Her eyes flashed because frankly? Bring it. She was surprised when he stood up, posture stiff with hurt, and walked out of the room, trailing a sentence in his wake.

“I’ll just get out of your hair then, shall I? Since I’m so clearly a nuisance.”

Caroline sighed as he left, his footsteps receding down the stairs. Kol’s performance cut off mid-word in a choked gurgle, Klaus’ voice a low tremor of rage as a door slammed so hard she could feel the displacement of air in the room. She hadn’t meant to snap at him, but honestly was she wrong?

She had little time to think about it, as Kol quickly transitioned from his operatic reprise to crunching obscenely loudly on an apple while staring into her office, and Caroline rubbed her temples. Vampires didn’t get headaches - unless they were witch induced, of course - but that didn’t prevent muscle memory kicking in from exasperation.

“What, Kol?” She bit out, waiting for the inevitable punch line.

“Just letting you know I’m headed back to the States.”

Caroline lifted her head, eyes bright with surprise. “Wait what? We’re in Venice for the consortium and you’re just jetting? I thought you were at least having fun annoying the hell out of Klaus?”

“Well that’s just it, darling. It’s been fun feeding into the chaos, but I’d much rather start it. He’s too easy a mark when you’ve upset him.” Crunch. He leaned up against the wall, and that casual pose belied a head full of mischief, she knew well. What was his deal this time?

“What do you mean?”

Kol pushed off the wall, tossing the apple core, and Caroline watched it curve in a perfect arc into the bin.

“Klaus is less fun with you around.”

Her brows knitted. “Excuse me? I'll have you know, Klaus is way more fun with me around.”

“Yeah you really don’t get it, do you?” Kol’s expression flickered, and for a moment the jester was gone, replaced with something almost serious, there and gone in a flash. “Everything he does. Even when he’s mad and stomping about the streets of Venice, you’re there. In his head,” He clarified, his hand waving about dismissively but doing nothing to lessen the gravity of his words. “All of it. Everything he’s thinking. It’s for you. So I can feed off that, use it, make fun of it endlessly, but after a while it gets old. Too -” He paused then, searching for the words as Caroline’s heart flipped.

He shrugged then, whatever he was going to say was lost in a decision made. “So I figured since it’s almost time for my semi-annual Jeremy torture I’d head back ‘cross the pond.”

Taken aback by the abrupt subject change, Caroline could do nothing but sputter. “Gilbert?”

“Of course. He killed me and all, feels wrong to just let that lie.”

Caroline spun the chair around, the email forgotten. “We may not be friends anymore but I’m not sure I can support torturing Jeremy.”

“Oh don’t worry, I don’t kill him. Hunter’s curse and all, been there done that, watched Nik get the T-shirt. No thanks. I just…mess around with him. Move things around in his apartment, seduce his girlfriend, give him explosive diarrhea at work. Enough small things to drive him absolutely bat shit crazy, which is usually when I leave. The paranoia is a gift that keeps on giving.”

Caroline was struggling not to laugh, knew that Kol saw it and that it was not only what he was looking for but needed, at least for now. She wondered at what he had almost said, something in her heart called out to it, and knew she would look at Kol differently now, behind the mummer’s mask.

He saw it in her face and closed off his own, began a refrain of the operetta as he spun out the door in full pointe, vampire’s grace a counterpoint to the calculated silliness. Caroline stared after him, thoughtful, his words sifting in her brain. Downstairs the main door opened and closed with the exaggerated creak of faulty jambs in this ever-sinking city. She turned back to the computer, the afternoon dimmed enough by clouds for the monitor’s glow to light the room. The cursor lay waiting.

She erased it all, wrote a quick note re-explaining the details. Clicked send, angrily still, one part hanging on to the feeling, one part over it, a whole entire rest of herself thinking about Klaus.

A few hours later she heard the door open, smelled the faint scent of blood. She hoped it was a least a tourist that had paid the blood price, this city was dying on its own without vampiric help. There was a moment of guilt, sharp and bright, as she knew whomever died was because of her. It's all for you - she heard Klaus say, Kol say, their voices blending together in words that spanned decades, and she got up and headed downstairs as her throat closed over her own words.

He was facing the fireplace, a glass of grappa that she just couldn't get the taste for in his hand, and he stood with the alert grace of his dual predators, waiting.

"Hey," she said softly, and his face turned in surprise. Her heart ached with his expression, guarded but searching.

"You were right." Three words to watch the light dawn across a face, his brow clearing, confusion to suspicion to delight as he saw the truth in her eyes.

Caroline held a hand up. "About the email. Not about threatening people. Just so we're clear."

"So Signora Rossini is not receiving an angry 'per my last email?'"

"Nope. Oh and," Caroline slid her arms around Klaus's neck, pulled him in close. "Kol's left for the states, so I guess we have this old building all to ourselves this evening."

The smile built slow and cut a dimple deep into his cheek, a hand circling to rest on the small of her back, the other sliding across a hip, her breath catching at the feel of it and the scent of blood that lingered on his lips. "Oh do we love, tell me, whatever shall we do with this extra time?"

She answered him with a kiss, the house quiet now, water lapping at its foundations, the sound of oars sluicing through the water mingling with the languages of a half-dozen countries. She kissed him and she thought of all she had ever wanted in this vampire life and before, and her lips curved in a satisfied grin.

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From my halloween extravaganza - send me a prompt or tell me something fun!

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #girl this was a hard prompt for me how to not make it too flippant and still have them be vampires thanks for the practice!

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owlish-owlhouse · 2 years

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Edric x reader where the reader is like a big sister figure to Amity? Thank you

Don't do genders. Older sibling let's go

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Edric was so happy when he met you. You got along with Emira, his parents approved of you, and best of all his little sister Amity really seemed to like you. Plus you both loved illusion magic and had interests in other tracks so you didn't judge him for his experiments with mixed magic. It was hard to tick off all his boxes but he finally found someone and you were perfect for him.

You worked at the library with Amity as an assistant to the Head librarian. This is how he met you. He'd often visit the library in secret to find books about beast keeping or potions to research in his free time. But he also went there to playfully cause trouble and mess with his little sister who read to the kids.

One day however, you were there and he was confused because Amity was scheduled for this time. As you began to read he became enamoured with the story noticing how you used little illusions to help the kids understand the story better. Your illusions reminded him of the Wailing Star with how real they were and soon he was sucked into your story telling wanting to know what would happen next despite it being a kids book. Amity comes up behind him demanding what he wants and Edric is just at a loss for words. You finish the story and look their way having heard Amity. Before she can introduce him and he can meet you he's running away flustered.

He started coming around more often after that encounter. He was embarrassed sure but he just couldn't get you out of his head. Edric tried to defend himself and say he was spending more time at the "boring" library because he wanted to bother Amity but in truth he just wanted to hear your stories and learn more about you. His sisters caught on to his lies quickly despite his well thought out excuses and effort to hide his feelings. Emira wanted to know why her twin was avoiding her and Amity was demanding to know why he seemed to be stalking you. Edric was left a stuttering mess as they interrogated him before he finally blurted out he liked you!

When Amity realized her brothers feelings were genuine she began to set up meeting times for you two to bump into each other playing match maker. You were her coworker but also her friend and she respected and looked up to you a lot. Although the thought of her brother intruding on your friendship bothered her she knew you two would be a good match. Emira gave Edric his space so he could figure his feelings out but always kept an eye on her brother to make sure he was okay. She often gave him pep talks before he went off to find you or relationship advice before making herself scarce. She was proud of her brother for doing this even if she was a little jealous he got a partner first.

Edric took it slow and safe. Despite being perceived as a very confident teen with a carefree attitude he had a lot of insecurities and was worried about jumping straight into a relationship with you. He wanted to be your friend before your boyfriend. He had a reputation for being a heart breaker at Hexside and he didn't want you to think awful things about him before he even had a chance. You however were not one to judge a book by its cover.

(Amity had also been acting as his wingman in secret, saying really nice though sometimes embarrassing things about her brother to you)

You help him find books about different types of magic with no judgement and even have some suggestions for the tracks he was studying. You took him seriously and we're always kind and maybe even flirty? He knows it was your job to help him but it was more than that. Making people happy and comfortable, it was just who you were.

You laughed at his dumb jokes, enjoyed when he pranked rude people in the library, and had long discussions with him about things he couldn't talk to anyone else about. You saw his silly troublemaker side but you reached deeper and saw who he was behind his bad boy persona. You talked about anything and everything and even snuck him in after hours for fun. You obviously enjoyed your talks together and soon you were holding his hand and bumping his shoulder. You weren't official yet but... you were both getting there. Something he was excited for.

When you invited him to cast the illusions while you read for the kids he got really excited. No one ever trusted him with something that felt that important. He knew it wasn't a huge deal but to him it meant everything. While you read he cast the most realistic (but kid friendly) illusions he could and really put effort into his magic so he could impress you. The kids were awestruck as he turned your words into a reality, really focusing on your words and bringing them to life. And when the Prince saved the Princess and got to kiss them you smiled taking his hand in yours. It disrupted the illusion but as you brought your lips to his Edric understood and gently kissed back. Some kids made gagging noises but others cooed and as you pulled back you smiled before asking him on a real date. He of course said yes.

Once his parents find out about you and approve of your relationship as you're under a prestigious internship at the library and have very powerful magic he's relieved. You know he has family problems and do your best to be behaved around his parents so they have no reason to split you up. He tells you not to worry but it lingers in your mind regardless. Now that your official and approved of (not that he would've stopped dating you if they said no) he enjoys bringing you to fancy events with him. When you show up he always blushes and smiles at you telling you he can't believe he gets to call you his date. High society functions are not his favorite but with you and his sister at his side he has a lot more fun than he usually does. He really does adore you with his entire being.

His dates outside of family functions can be overly complex or just simple and sweet. He's a romantic at heart and wants you to feel loved in every sense of the word. As someone with money and a larger allowance than most he tends to spend it on you because he's not going to do anything with all these snails. Movies, stadiums being bought out, carnival tickets, concerts, trips, and special firework shows just for you are just some examples of the dates he plans.

He sometimes gets jealous of the relationship you have with his sisters because he wants you all to himself but he keeps that to himself. He knows you've known Amity way longer than him and that you're both close. He also acknowledges that Emira is naturally charismatic and he'd rather your friends than enemies. He also doesn't want you to think he's possessive as you are your own person but he does have tells. He becomes very clingy when he's jealous and his sisters love to tease him about this.

Edric loves to buy you gifts as it's one of his love languages. Flowers, chocolates, books, toys, trinkets, abomination stuff from his family's factory. If he knows you want it or are looking at it he will buy it for you. He tends to spoil you and will insist you don't need to give anything back, your affirmation and love being more than enough. That being said if you got him as many gifts as he got you either bought or hand made he'd be over the moon and it becomes a bit of a competition between you two to see who can spoil the other more.

You hang out with Emira just as much as Edric as they're very important to each other. She enjoys your presence and often teases her brother about how he snagged someone so amazing. She jokingly says you still have time to run and although Edric whines about it, it's all in good fun. You're often pulled into their pranks using your impressive acting and magic skills to help them pull bigger stunts off. You've gotten in trouble before but nothing you can't worm your way out of.

#toh edric #the owlhouse edric #edric blight being smooth #edric blight #toh edric blight #the owlhouse edric blight x reader #the owlhouse edric x reader #toh edric x reader #the owl house edric #edric x reader #toh edric blight x reader #edric blight x reader #toh amity #toh emira

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fatuismooches · 8 months

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ok im going to talk about dottore with a lover who hates wearing sunblock but is also pale because guess what (poses) also brought to you by the tiny sunburn on my shoulder (im korean so it's not as bad and i just tan but i also got the vampire genes) (aka: pale and looks young forever)

Dottore who has to sneak aloe or sunblock into lotion for his lover because they will just Not Wear Sunblock

In the deserts of sumeru and they're wearing clothes that show skin because its Fucking Hot? Refuse, absolutely not

"You're going to get burnt."

"If the sun decides it is my time it is my time"

"Absolutely not."

Dottore's lover who will whine and complain about having to wear sunblock because "it feels weird" as if getting sunburnt is any better

Dottore who KNOWS his lover knows why they should wear sunscreen but it's always a boss battle when he tries to get them to wear it.

One day, Dottore doesn't make them, figuring they'll learn their lesson, cue his lover covered in sunburns.. do they complain? no. do they learn from their mistakes? ALSO NO?? he's so confused and i think that's funny

It gets to the point where Dottore just makes his lover carry an umbrella because, then at least they're both somewhat happy

- 🎈 who spent too long at a water park, slipped and hurt their ankle, then caught air when on a water slide

🎈 ANON?? ARE YOU OKAY ??? I hope your ankle is okay!! 😭 Though i hope you had fun at the water park, that sounds fun ❤️

Anyway... 🎈 anon would you be alarmed if i said i like. never wear sunscreen... 💀 I don't think I've ever gotten really sunburnt though? Dottore will probably have to introduce me to sunscreen because I honestly forget it exists sometimes 😅

Regardless, this idea is so funny to me because he's going out of his way to care for you and you're just going to... deny his kind act? Who do you think you are? You're wearing this sunscreen, whether you like it or not. He will not hear of it when you start complaining of your skin hurting and cracking and will leave you to fend for yourself! (You never ended up complaining for some odd reason, but anyway, he begrudgingly applied some soothing cream on you while he just went on about how you need to listen to him otherwise this wouldn't have happened!! + insult insult insult) (he is still worried for you) (this has happened more than once) (for once he is unsure what to do and thinks you're a weirdo, affectionately though)

Reader is the kind of person to use the guise of the heat to pull Zandik under the umbrella with them, so they have an excuse to be close to him (too bad this isn't a perfect romantic novel rainy-day situation, Zandik doesn't fall for it because he wears sunscreen unlike someone else, he scowls)

Good thing in Snezhnaya sunscreen isn't needed anymore! You still keep the umbrella for memories though, it has probably gone through many trials but you love it anyway <3

#smooches talks #🎈 anon #dottore love notes <3 #dottore can apply it on me anyday i wont complain #LETS GO TO THE DESERT RN!!! ill be the one carrying a bunch of water tho #i had to look up side effects of being sun burnt and they were actually scarier than i thought 😨

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shygirl4991 · 5 months

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Last Chapter Next Chapter Summary: SMG4 learns its his boyfriend's birthday together with the crew they work together to throw a surprise party for the man. What could go wrong? Tag: First love, First kiss, fluff, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, SMG3 has to battle some inner demons Chapter 2 SMG3 Birthday Party Part 1 Shopping Trip

SMG3 opens his eyes to see himself in darkness, he groans as he walks around trying to figure where he was. He freezes seeing his old design standing in front of him “Hello…never thought we would meet again did you?”

SMG3 glares at his old self before trying to pass by him, he hears laughter behind him making him turn around “Don't even want to talk to your old friend? Come on, we both know why I'm back.” SMG3 being done with seeing his old self attempted to punch him only to be stopped “You really think that would work?”

SMG3 takes a step back still glaring at his old self “I won't hear what you have to say, I did it once and it almost destroyed me!” He remembers when he first was visited by this voice. He reminded him how SMG4 was better than him, that SMG4 was better off gone and him being the face of the channel would be the only way to win. He got so lost in the voice he took it upon himself to charge at youtube, get the remote and erase everyone that he now calls friends. He did have to admit to himself that if that didn't happen he wouldn't be where he is now, but that doesn't mean the voice being back is a good thing.

He chuckles “Oh really now? Do you think you can really date SMG4? The man who made so many years of your life hell?”

SMG3 covers his ears and starts walking away only for the darkness to change showing him flashbacks to his college years. SMG4 always had a way with people, he was always amazing at making memes. Seeing these memories didn't make him angry anymore, they made him feel proud for how far he came. SMG4 isn't the same asshole he once knew, he was sweet and funny. Thinking this to himself he walks through the memories with a smirk, the voice won't get to him, he won't let it.

“Ah so you think these memories are nothing now? Think SMG3, you almost killed this man…do you really think you two have real trust?” his past self laughs as he changes the room.

SMG3 looks around seeing memories of all the attempts he did, he closes his eyes “I WON'T LET YOU RUIN MY HAPPINESS!”

His past self laughs harder “You think you can date the man you attempted to kill and just fall in love with him and what happily ever after? Good luck with that.”

Before he could reply he heard an unexpected voice both him and his past self look up seeing light peek into the darkness “Gay boy wake up! SMG4 wont let Mario eat!!”

SMG3 wakes up covered in sweat, breathing heavily. He looks around the room confused as Mario jumps in victory, seeing that he was saved from the nightmare he was in he gets up affectionately patting Mario's head “Thanks….and if you tell anyone i did this i will make sure you and your spaghetti never see each other again!”

Mario stood there confused and horrified at SMG3 as the man walked out the room, he decided to shower so he wouldn't walk into the crew covered in sweat. Once done he walks to the kitchen seeing SMG4 letting out a huge sigh, it seems he was only able to keep Mario away from the food for so long. Hearing the door close SMG4 perks up smiling at SMG3 “Hey! I wanted to surprise you with breakfast but…” he points to Mario licking the plate of pancakes clean.

SMG4 had spent the day planning this, today is his boyfriend's birthday and what better way to show how good their relationship is by throwing a surprise party. Mario’s part of the plan was to wake the birthday boy up then act like he ate all the food, the perfect excuse to take SMG3 out of the castle for the others to get the place ready. SMG4 rolls his eyes then takes his partner's hand “Hey wanna go out? We need to restock thanks to Mario,” SMG3 nods as they both leave holding hands.

Mario couldn't help sneak a photo of the sight before he ran to get the others. Tari takes out the boxes filled with decorations “Me and saiko will do the cooking,” Meggy nods, picking one of the boxes “Then me and red will make sure this place is party ready!”

They split up getting ready to do their job, Meggy climbs up the ladder to start hanging the sign with ‘Happy Birthday SMG3’ written on it. She suddenly hears a squeak and looks down confused, all she sees is Mario filling up the balloons and trying to make odd shapes with them. She shrugs it off as she finishes hanging the banner, then it happens again looking down she makes eye contact with a rat “Hey what's up?”

“EEk! A rat!” she fires her splatgun, missing the rat and hitting Mario by accident. Panicked, she slides down the ladder to check on Mario “Ah sorry Mario are you okay?”

Mario wipes the paint off his face, but before he can answer. They both hear more squeaks making them turn to the sound seeing an army of rats charging at them. They hug each other screaming, catching the attention of the others, Bob seeing the army of rats charge in and start fighting them giving Meggy and Mario a chance to move out of the way. Seeing the battle Meggy takes out her splatgun “They got the surprise on us but I won't let them win this fight! Are you with me red?”

Mario nods, taking out his own splatgun and charging into the battle with Bob and Meggy, seeing the battle Tari panicked running into the room to try and save the gifts for SMG3 from the rats. Saiko was busy in the kitchen fighting with the rats trying to take the food.

Meanwhile SMG4 saw the store and slowly let go of his boyfriend's hand. It was one thing having a few friends knowing they were together and another having everyone at the local Walmart finding out before they were ready. As they walk in SMG3 takes out a list of things they need, naming them out when he notices they are close to the object, SMG4 spends the time humming and following his partner's order.

They both freeze though when they notice Swag and Chris buying chili dogs near them, they look at each other and nod hoping they could sneak away before getting caught. Swag would make a huge deal if he found out they were dating, after all he sold pictures of them when they had their hands stuck together. Though he is a good friend of theirs he might end up trying to give relationship advice to them given he is a married man, knowing Swag as long as he has SMG4 is still lost on how he and Sonic have been married for so long.

As they try to avoid the pair they end up failing to notice another person only to end up bumping into Shroomy, he turns and smiles waving at them “Heya fellas! How goes it?”

SMG3 and 4 awkwardly look at each other then do their best to smile “oh uh just some shopping for the castle, you know how Mario is!” SMG4 threw out hoping they could walk past, as they started walking they heard Shroomy behind them “Never seen you two so close before hmm.” In a panic SMG3 pushes down SMG4 “You're going to slow idiot! By the time this gets done your viewers will learn how unfunny you are.”

He then runs off with the shopping cart ignoring his boyfriend glare and Shroomy giggling and commenting how things never change.

Back at the castle the crew chase the rats into the basement coming face to face with the clown himself, now named the Rat king. They all did their best to fight the wave of rats. Seeing the crew slowly winning, Depresso called the rats to him, making a suit of rats. He blasted them all down laughing at them “I did everything to fit in…you all ignored me then you have the nerve to throw a birthday party! After forgetting mine!?” Mario rolls his eyes hearing the clown complain “Hey stinky! Nobody cares!”

He glares at Mario, ready to launch another attack this time focusing on the plumber. At that moment Bob remembers his flute taking it out and playing the song of rats,The rats freeze before removing themself from Depresso to start dancing. The crew stares in shock that it was working, Meggy runs opening the basement door “Bob! Get them out of here as far as you can!” He starts to walk out the basement leading the rats away along with Depresso who the rats were carrying with them. They celebrate their victory only to notice that the castle was still on fire from all the explosives they used on the rats, Tari panics looking for water “Oh no! SMG4 is going to be so upset!”

SMG4 sighs waiting outside the store waiting for SMG3 to pay for everything, why did they both panic seeing their friends in the store like this?

Who cares who knows about them, after all they both care about each other and that should be the only thing that matters. He groans at the memory of how everyone took photos of him and SMG3 when they were stuck holding hands, that could be the reason for their fear. Thinking about it, maybe it's just too new a step for them, they still don't know how to interact with each other. Thinking this makes SMG4 more determined to go on adventures with him in hopes it will bring the two closer. SMG3 walks out holding all the bags, he couldn't help smiling at the sight as he walks up to the man and takes half of the bags. They both smile softly at each other as they walk back to the castle teasing each other and just enjoying the company.

Until they arrive home to a burning castle and half of their friends screaming outside throwing water to stop the flames. SMG4 falls to his knees watching his home burn, SMG3 whistle and opens a portal where the Eggpups come in with water and help turn off the fire.

“WHAT HAPPENED!?” he shouts at the crew as they all look at each other, Meggy steps forward “Sorry SMG4, Depresso got upset that we have ignored him and didn't even throw him a birthday party he wanted payback.”

Mario nods walking up next to her “He threw rats everywhere…they…they even ate Mario’s spaghetti.”

SMG4 walks up to his damaged castle and frowns, seeing this SMG3 gently place his hand on his partner's shoulder “Hey we can get this fix in no tim-” before he can finish SMG4 turns and hugs him. He stood there staring at the random affection confused “uh dude?” SMG4 pulls away, not fully letting the man go but holding him close enough for them to feel each other's warmth. “It was supposed to be a surprise but, Happy birthday SMG3 Sorry rats burn down the party.” Hearing those words made everything click, he forgot his own birthday. He never had people close to him that cared to throw him a birthday party, except for Gary who would send a surprise gift even then it was easy for the day to slip his mind.

SMG3 wraps his arms around SMG4 without thinking and hugs him affectionately for the first time, he wasn't one to show affection so the sight took everyone by surprise. Bob couldn't help himself and points at them “Lol that's pretty gay,” blushing SMG3 lets go of 4 acting like he didn't do anything. SMG4 giggles watching his boyfriend try to hide his red face “Yeah Bob it is, well shall we make a plan b for this party?”

#first love #smg34 #smg43 #smg34 fanfiction #shygirl4991 fanfiction #First kiss #fluff #angst #emotional hurt/comfort #SMG3 has to battle some inner demons #enemies to friends to lovers

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marielle-heller · 11 months

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notes on the end of Ted Lasso cause I'm really confused and torn and a bit underwhelmed and I want to make people hear my thoughts

Ted’s plotline has felt underdeveloped. despite being the main, titular character I just feel like it’s been kinda,,, not a priority and it’s upsetting. like I still feel like Ted as a character needs MORE! and I do and very much DON’T like his ending

Nate’s storyline has been one of the most decent tbh he’s maybe the only one I’ve liked in hindsight

Trent is also wonderful in that sort of way where I really have no notes like he's just great

I love Keeley choosing neither man, but I hate how these men oscillate between seeming developed and better and then reverting back to sucking. and good on the narrative for calling it out to some extent but it’s boring and exhausting. (and I understand that, yes, as they discussed, no one can be Perfect. but I really think like,, Jamie didn’t need to still be hung up on her they didn’t need to fight over her, something needed to be different cause there's not being perfect and then there's outright, why the fuck!!!! especially when we DID the "Jamie wants Keeley but then realizes he should move on" plotline LAST SEASON! like there is not being perfect and then there is, you have not grown one bit somehow, and Jamie should be Allowed to realize there's other women and he had his chance with Keeley and it's okay that they're not for each other! let him learn!!!)

cause also then the leaked nudes (another thing I have a bit of an issue with) just become,,, fodder for him being into her again and it's like, that's SO not the fucking time jesus fucking christ! and it undermines the sincerity of his apology if you read it as him starting to wonder if they could have another chance, GOD!

also the Shandy plotline was another example of something that happened a lot this season (also with Jack but it did develop how Keeley’s business is presented as taken on by Rebecca and her sexuality as well as a commentary about class so I’ll excuse all that) where a character is introduced, around for a bit, and then fucks off. which fine, can happen, plots don’t ALWAYS have to go somewhere huge they can pay off in entertainment or making a statement. but there was a lot of other shit we could’ve spent time on!

I hate how we took a plotline Ted NEEDS (being healthy with the fact that Michelle is moving on a coping) but combined it with Michelle dating the worst, most unprofessional cunt in the world (not nearly enough of a callout for him having been her personal therapist and then later a couples’ therapist (red flag on its fucking own) and then DATING A FORMER PATIENT AFTER WATCHING HER MARRIAGE END!) so that, actually, I think Ted WAS fucking right to be upset and I don’t think this SHOULD be something to just be chill with and fuck you, doctor!

I feel like there have been some good attempts to talk about real topics but that they’ve come off heavy-handed? the nudes being leaked is a great topic but the locker room bit felt a bit Much. and the way it just careened into, Isaac is upset with Colin for…. not taking enough time deleting the pictures so he takes his phone and I guess sees a dick (Colin you still could’ve been working on deleting that) and then takes it SO personally that he didn’t know… it all was So Much in a way I didn’t love

also it’s ironic we try to call out social issues but then play off things like SEVERE malpractice, abusive relationships, Keeley apparently having nudes I think spread by a teacher, etc. often for laughs

I really don’t get the Zava plotline in hindsight cause it’s another situation where like… we bring a guy in to make things better. he’s winning games but he’s got an ick vibe I think only Jamie really picks up on. it’s not super discussed so it’s like,,, has no impact, whatever. he leaves. now we have to figure out a NEW way to get better. back to square one. you could cut him out and literally it leaves like no impact on the plot except for Van Damme name change like I get!!!! that not every plot has to have a huge impact!!!!!!! but Zava was pointless and kinda a dick and I just don’t think it contributed ANYTHING to bring him in! maybe to see that they didn’t need a fancy player to get better but I also don’t know that ANYONE on the team learned that lesson tbh. and maybe that’s me complaining about not being spoon-fed but I really feel like if the message was “they think they need him but they don’t” it wasn’t super There. and having him send self-indulgent t-shirts in the final episode is really like… yeah okay guy still sucks

Rupert fall from grace plotline pretty great

Rebecca does develop a bit and I like that. she seems to go from being upset she’s single and never had a child, she still wants to defeat Rupert, but she learns to let go of that and just focus on what matters. she stands up for the love of the game, she finds inner strength. but still I think a little something is missing. I don’t think just giving her a man and a child fixes that. I don’t know, a lot of this just feels like something’s off. I’m glad she’s happy, but her arc this season wasn’t much

I really enjoyed learning Beard’s backstory but aside from that his main storyline is being in an abusive relationship played for laughs so like…. ugh. and Beard telling Ted he doesn’t want to go but couldn’t let him down is SO FUCKING GOOD, but, again…. I hate Jane so fucking much!! I keep coming back to the texts she sent in that episode and god she’s reactionary and cruel and obsessive and just,? and the one time Higgins tries to point it out he’s ignored it’s annoying

Jamie’s development as a team player has been SO amazing but again… I wish that translated into letting go of Keeley. but I do love him a lot. but let him let GO!

I’m trying to be… objective in that. things don’t tie up perfectly always in real life. but I do just feel… like there’s a lot of character development that don’t quite get!!!! Ted & Rebecca both could do better! I like the idea of them just staying friends (but DO they, even? do they have a daily video chat did he give her the biscuit recipe is there ANYTHING?) and there’s SO many good individual moments & characters in the show but I just feel like there’s a lot halfbaked looking at things as a whole

ROY KENT NEW MANAGER AND THE FANS OWNING THE TEAM AND KEELEY’S WOMEN’S LEAGUE ALL VERY GOOD!!

It’s nice to see everyone happy and together but then it leaves me more confused why Ted has to separate himself. I get he’s got Henry & I’m glad he’s coaching his son. being apart from his son is a big problem for Ted and I like that the effort to be a better father is a priority. but I still feel like things are a bit hollow. it feels like the narrative says that being a more present dad will allow Ted to let go of every other issue but I still just feel like many things weren’t fully worked at. is he an alcoholic? it’s sometimes implied!!! is he open to love? who knows!!!! does he have friends or another day job or anything to give his life meaning when Henry’s with his mom? no clue!!!!!!! does Dr. Jacob choke and die? one can only hope!!!!!!!!!

overall I liked it fine but this entire season has felt Off and Nate’s storyline is the only one I can fully endorse. I just expected from something that was so clearly planned out in detail to have less meandering plotlines, more time for developing characters, clearer closure, and maybe,, ANY evidence that Ted has not cut himself off entirely from his family right when it was getting good! if anything, it almost seems like he’s NOT coping because he DID do that! and footage of him & Rebecca video chatting or him flying out for Beard’s stupid wedding or on special occasions could mitigate that but instead it feels like he really is supposed to have cutting himself out of his found family entirely to return to his ex-wife and son as like,,, his entire closure. and so I can't in good faith believe he IS doing better. I can't.

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso critical #ted lasso discourse #i'm sorry to be a complainer but i did dislike a LOT and after really liking the first two seasons #i think knowing it was ending did put me a bit on alert for the Why of things #which explains why i'm like 'this plot had no point!'#but um #idk i would have liked to see time spent on things that ultimately mattered to the plot more #some plotlines felt so pointless while more crucial things just fell by the wayside #it's upsetting

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lunarifie · 1 year

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Rewatching Ninjago

(with no context other than the episode)

The Sons of Garmadon episode 3-4

The destinys bounty is so much cooler than I remember

Also ninjago is so much prettier with the new animation

Cole: So! Harumi, looks like we’ll be…. Roomies for a while 😏

Kai: …

Theyre great

AAAAAAA I love ninjagos little details. Nya was just talking about how the sons of garmadon already had the two oni masks and Harumi gave a little smile

Harumi: excuse me… but is this underwear?

Jay (hiding his underwear behind his back): haha, we’re usually a bit more organized—THEYRE COLES.

Cole: THEYRE BLUE.

I love Mystake and her magic tea sm

Mystake: Oh! Apologies Lloyd. I didnt recognize your voice!

I love how theyre playing into the new voice actor its perfect.

Mystake: Wu was a dear friend…

Cole: Was!?! We havent given up on him!

I think Cole and Wus relationship should be looked upon more. Wu was obviously someone important to him since he couldnt rely on his father

Mystake: Your searching for… the Tea of Truth!

Zane: Shes good.

Jay: And creepy…

Cole: Par for the course in a mystical tea shop, Jay. 🤨

Oooooo a split off, Cole and Zane to the police station for an interrogation. Jay and Lloyd at the tea shop for a tale.

Awwwwww, Jay reaching out as Cole and Zane leave bc hes scared of the shop 😭

Some guy being arrested: Im innocent I tell you!!!!

The police: Tell it to the judge.

The guy: I AM THE JUDGE?!?!?

LMAOO

I love Cole so much but he can be such a dumbass omfg

Zane: You ready?

Cole: Uhhhh…. (Switches the cups) yeah!..

If he just TOLD Zane the tea was all mixed up, then he could have Zane take a sip and figure out which is which 💀

But ig we wouldnt have gotten this gem of a scene otherwise

Zane: Cole! I think you drank the wrong cup!

Cole: (slowly handing the empty cup to Zane) I see that now… but in full disclosure, im trying my best to look like I didnt.

NFDNFNDJFNTJENT

Coles the best ninja

Zane: Your giving away all our secrets!!!

Cole: I. CANT. LIE.

The son of garmadon: Whats the green ninjas power?

Cole: Its some kind of energy? Or green light! I dunno, like all our elemental powers rolled into one. Who can say! ZANE KNOCK ME OUT DO SOMETHING

Cole: Haha! The bar at Laughys! Whos the sucker now!!! Good thing I didnt tell him my fear of singing! Oh no…

HFJDNFNDJG I FORGOT HES SCARED OF SINGING

ok but why does Cole have the most absurd fears

He had a fear of dragons, a fear of ghosts, and now a fear of singing.

I love how hes either overcome or BECOME each of his fears.

Mystakes great, shes so theatric

Jay: thanks for the tea! I feel so warm and fuzzy

Mystake: That means the tea of enlightenment is working…

Jay: You lied!?!? Mystake why would you do that. I thought we were friends :(

I love how Movie Jay really helped craft how Jay is now

Okay, so the first realm of the 16 realms was the oni and the dragon. The dragon had the power to create, and the Oni to destroy. Then a child, the first spinjitzu master I assume, was born and understood balance. The child left the realm to start a new one called Ninjago.

Jay: Your related to the spinjitzu master! Which means your part Oni and Dragon too!

OH SO THATS WHY

okay so i completely forgot all of ninagos backstory so when people started drawing Lloyd with Oni and dragon features I was so confused.

But NOOOW i understand and thats tremendously cool.

Okay, so. Either Wu has more dragon blood, and Garmadon has more Oni blood. Or they both have an equal amount of DNA from either sides but the bite of the great devourer had Garmadons Oni side more prominent.

This must be destroying Lloyds mental state. Like imagine just randomly learning your part dragon and oni after you FINALLY came to terms that your the leader/green ninja.

Mystake: So master Wu had some help—

Jay: Hey!! Haha! Thats us!!!

Mystake:…

Mystake: Have some more tea.

Ooooo okay so the Oni masks are relics from the first realm.

I forgot how Garmadon vanished again but then I remembered. Hes still in the forbidden realm, or whatever its called from his sacrifice.

I hate that they dont even mention his sacrifice, that he was simply defeated by the love of his son.

Mystake: The masks will be able to bring back your father, but he will not be the same man, there will be no light left in him.

Damn, this is like, traumatizing for Lloyd.

Harumis character is so well made, her subtle interest in Garmadon. Nya telling her to never hold onto anger because you’ll only hurt yourself.

Cole after crawling out of a garbage can: Its me, Cole. Or should I go by my alias? Rocky Dangerbuff!

Zane: …

Cole: And I have a disguise for you!

Zane: A garbage lid and a can of shaving cream?.. mmm, that wont be necessary… (changes his whole appearance via tech.) 😊

Cole: …Okay… 😒 but you still need a cover! Something that screams, “im bad”

Zane: In my estimates, Rocky Dangerbuff is pretty bad.

Himbo Cole and teasing Zane is my new favorite thing

Cole and Zane are an amazing duo i love them sm

Theyre both so silly 😭

DARRETH!!!! HES BACK!!!!

Barkeep Darreth is actually so cool.

AWW HE HAS A PICTURE OF ALL OF THEM WITH HIM TAPED ON

Zane: Ive run countless simulations, and of the 1542 ways this could go, theres only one.

Zane: But its complicated, and dangerous.

Oooooo i remember this part Zane does something super cool.

Cole: Then its a good thing my last name is Dangerbuff. Lay it on me. (Starts to drink)

Zane: You have to sing.

Cole: (spits it out)

HFJSJFNDJNS

Zane: Your the son of a Royal Blacksmith, you went to Marty Oppenheimer School of Performing Arts!

LMAOOO I FORGOT ABOUT THAT.

Coles whole character and backstory is literally so good

AAAA I JUST REALISED COLE NAMED HIMSELF AFTER HIS FIRST DRAGON. ROCKY!!!

Coles so cute

NO ZANE SET HIM UP

I would legitimately kill my friend if they had me embarrass myself like this 💀

I actually wanted to hear Cole sing 😭😭😭

THEYRE LAUGHS ARE SO MEAN I HATE THIS

STOOOOOP LMAOOO

THE REST OF THE NINJA WATCHING COLE ON THE TV

All of the ninja: 😦

Kai: please tell me your recording this.

Jay: I am, and im making lots, and LOTS of copies.

THE TRIPLE TIGER SASHAY!!!!

NOOO HE FELL

COLES DISGUISE!!??!?

Cole: Zane! Where are you!!! A little help here?!?!?

Zane: (hits cole with a fucking chair)

HFKDNGJFNSNG

Hes just watching them drag Coles body 😭😭😭

You can really see all of the ninjas morals in response to Zanes plan.

Nya: This is the only shot we have, we might not get a second chance!

Jay and Kai: But its wrong! How can he just stay there and watch?

I love how consistent the writers are with their characters

Lloyd: Pixal, watch over Harumi.

Pixal: Sorry princess.

Nya: I know how it feels…

I love how the girls can sympathize with Harumi

I love when they put on their ninja masks during the night. Its just such a nice touch.

FIGHT SCENE FIGHT SCENE

Its so cool when Jay uses other electrical sources to increase his power

CHASE SCENE CHASE SCENE

Kai and Jay immediately getting tied up in the laundry lines while Nya successfully gets Lloyd closer to Mr. E

Why didnt she become a ninja sooner?

Okay, I love Zane, and hes incredibly smart. But Lloyd was JUST about to grab that Oni mask. Couldnt Zane have waited a SECOND after.

In the future we NEED Zane in more spy positions because this was incredibly cool.

Awww we’re getting Zanes little backstory with his dad.

Zanes whole home and backstory is so whimsical. Imagine being born inside a tree hideout underground. Surrounded by winter woodland, with birch trees and birds.

AWWWWW the master of ice took a liking to Zane when he crashed at Dr Juliens place 🥺

Zane: Will i ever see you again?

Wu: Maybe so, but you will be asked to do a lot more then chop wood.

(Cut to Zane infiltrating the sons of gardmadons base)

Hcnsjfnfjdnfs

Ohhhh okay so the ninja are still tracking Zane to get to the base.

Dad: Look son! Its the green ninja!

Son: Where?!?

Dad: There!!!!

Son (looks to see no ninja): very funny dad…

I love that theyre still doing this bit

Nya: (mechanical noises)

Kai: Do you MIND sis????? We’re trying to save Cole and Zane!?!?

Nya: What do you IM doing? Zane wont survive in a biker gang WITHOUT A BIKE.

BFJSNFJDJF

Nya: Harumi, can you hand me the electric torch wrench?

Harumi: Oh! Yes, of course!

Nya: … oh sweetie… Thats the torque multiplier.

Harumi: 🙂

Harumi: oh. im sorry. 😀 Maybe I should be doing something more useful.

I love rewatching all of this because you can really hear the held back homocide in her voice 😭😭😭

Awww its so sad that Lloyds being so hard on himself, its not his fault Zane took on this mission.

Nooooo Coles locked up :( at least they had the decency to give him his ninja clothes back 😭

I keep forgetting that Vengestone can ACTUALLY be stable against the ninjas powers. And apparently there seems to be a LOT of it since everytime their locked up its used. Its used by the police force and if Villains have it, then I can assume its at least a product in the black market.

I dont know. vengestone just seems so fascinating to me. I really hope a villain comes along and uses the properties of vengestone to conquer the ninjas powers, leaving them to fight powerless. I think thatd be really cool.

Biker members: Do you usually talk to yourself this much?!? SHUT IT.

Cole: I dont talk to myself that much….i mean sometimes but not that much. i mean its only when I just kinda— oh…

The fact that ZANE is the one to infiltrate the sons of garmadon is so funny to me.

I love Zanes character because hes such a sweet heart but hes done so much crazy shit in his life💀

Hes like those sweet old people who’ve been to war.

The big man: ARRAGAGAGSRAGA

Zane:

Zane: Grrrrrr

HFJDJNFJDNT

i love him.

Ultra Violet: Eyes forward weirdo!

it hurts me a little to hear Zane called a weirdo since hes so heavily autistic coded

STOOOOP THIS IS SO NOSTALGIC

ZANE JUST FOUND COLE IN HIS HOLDING CELL. JUST LIKE WHEN COLE FOUND ZANE IN HIS CELL IN THE NODDLE FACTORY WITH CHEN.

Cole: Haha! Arent you a sight for sore eyes!!

HE SAID THE SAME THING BACK THEN 😭😭😭

Zane: did they hurt your eyes??!?

Zanes perfect

Oh :(. This actually hurts so much, Coles so sad and hurt, hes like ‘what the fuck are you doing get me out of here’ 😭😭

Cole: ZANE! ZANE.

Ultra violet: ?

Cole: uhhhh, Sane! Im not sane! Get me out of here!!! IM INSANE NARHGAHRGSHSBFB

LMAOOFNSJFNNE

Honestly though this is probably adding to Coles abandonment issues, he doesn’t get a break fr

Big man (the race about to start): Let me tell you, theres one rule we all follow.

Zane: Let me guess? There are no rules? 🙄

Big man:

Big man: Well that was no fun, was it? 😒

Ughhh i hate that Harumi told Ultra Violet Zane was a spy, I would have loved his spy job to be long-term

And the fact that Zane still thinks this is all a test

NOOOO :( Zanes disguise glitched so hes gonna think it was all his fault.

Holy fucking shit this is cool

THEY LIT THE OIL THAT WAS SPILLING FROM ZANES BIKE ON FIRE. AND THEN STOPPED HIM FROM FREEZING IT LIKE WHAAAT

Lmaooo ninjago purposely showing that the biker guy DOESNT die from the bike explosion is hilarious to me

Small moments like that remind me its a kids show

I love Zane learning how to ride a bike, hes so real for that.

Zane: I dont know who’s in charge, but he’s known as the quiet one

HE.

Be more openminded Zane 🙄

god forbid women do anything

Nya: Wait, wheres Cole!?!?

I just KNOW Zane feels guilty as hell now

Cole: Think Cole think! You’re not thinking, you’re running your mouth. Look whos talkin! Ughhhh now I am having a conversation with myself…

And he calls Jay a blabber mouth

Cole: SHINE LITTLE GLOW WORM GLIMMER GLIMMER SHINE DONT GET DIMMER DIMMER 📢📢📢💥💥

he got over his fear 🥹

Biker guard: WOULD YOU SHUT UP!?!?!?

Cole:…

Cole: mmmm maybe (slams the guards head against the bars)

JFJDJNFKDNGJES

Cole: Dad would be proud :)

Cole is literally goals. physically, mentally, personality. Everything.

Dad: Look son! Its the titanium ninja!!!

Zane: (turns disguise back on)

Son (looks up): uh huh, sure dad.

NYAS BIKE!!!!

I love how she made the bike for Zane to infiltrate the sons of garmadon only for it to be the most ice-ninja esque bike ever

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT

OMFG

THE LITTLE RED BLANKET, THE CRADLE, COLE OPENING THE DOOR. IS THIS WHO I THINK IT IS

BABY WU!!!

I cant believe i completely forgot about this

I though baby Wu came in MUCH later

LMAOOO Cole kicking the cradle away like hes scared of it 😭

Cole: Sorry baby, but im looking for a key. I gotta go, you understand…

Was cole going to ABANDON THE BABY IN THE CELL

Like at least bring it to an orphanage 😭 damn.

(Baby wu starts crying)

Cole: Oh, FINE!

(Baby wu immediately stops crying)

Cole: at least I’m no longer talking to myself.

AWWWWWWW

VIOLET.

I love ultra violets voice actor she sounds so nice

This is probably so funny to violet, if i was her id be laughing too

The way theyre WRESTLING for the baby 💀

Ultra Violet: LORD GARMADON WILL DESTROY YOU ALL

Cole: (Slams the cell door into her)

Violet: (Slides down unconcious)

Cole:…

Baby wu: (giggles)

I love this sm

You can TELL from Zanes smirk alone he is feeling so cool in his new bike.

Oooooo the oni mask gives levitation powers

ZANES HAWK!!!!

This bike chase scene is so good Im in love with the animation.

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT NO NO NO I FORGOT THIS SCENE

Mr Es dragging them both to the cliff

Noooo Zane Mr E isnt the quiet one.

pls pls pls bail

Zane: WHO ARE YOU!?!?!?

Zanes voice-actor put his whole zaneussy into that line.

GODDAMMIT THE EPISODES OVER. ik that smth bad happens to Zane in this desert and I am NOT prepared.

#ninjago #ninjago zane #lego ninjago #Rewatching Ninjago

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winderlylandchime · 5 months

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2/2 ‘oh those shows for sure wouldn’t exist without Queer as Folk. By the way, yesterday I watched that red blue movie and i was so confused cause there was no swearing and no dicks and no actual sex scenes. Cant decide if that makes it boring or what but fuck do i hate censorship, anyway back to the pretty boy’ ‘When was this filmed because Bri- Gale looks fine as fuck? Aged like fine wi- (Pulse was mentioned this second) oh…fuck nevermind, still pretty though’

And we are now at fan encounters part: Gale says people thought he was Brian ‘WHO thought he was bad at playing Brian? I will fight them right this second!’ Gale starts his not that guy speech ‘mhm tell them! Wait what is he saying? I feel like he’s just trying to hit word count. I feel like he’s talking to me. But i never criticized him, he’s perfect. It’s the writers that i have a problem with and if i ever see them, it’s on sight!’ Gale starts talking about the fan encounters *he moves his head forward and has wide eyes in shock* ‘wait what..he was harassed by guys? THE FUCK? Oh people were fucked in the heads back in the day.. still are but damn, i forgot about the celebrity culture in early 2000s’ Gale started to talk about how guys would ask him how he could even play Brian ‘oh i bet my ass if he wanted to he’d be able to argue with anyone. Id pay to see it. Not saying I want him to argue but itd be fun to watch him shut someone stupid down.’ Gale says he wishes he could go back and do it better ‘Excuse me? You were perfect! Fuck, who do i have to bully for them to give me a movie with older Brian? Imagine a movie and it starts with both of them together in New York. (He’s for sure getting your fic in the future)’ Gale mentions he hates that people make speculations about him ‘i feel like he’s talking to me. In my defense sweetheart, i just learned your name like a week ago. So sue me for thinking you were gay. (Me: ‘hes not talking about you, idiot) yeah, well, i felt attacked and you shut up, you knew and didnt tell me! Awww he’s proud of the show. I was worried for a second. He’s a good guy, i fuck with him…even if he’s *clears his throat* straight’ ‘People were mean to him about Bri Bri? I will burn this entire world down to the ground! How fucking dare they? I will fight everyone that has something rude to say to him or Blondie!’

‘Wait, is there Randy’s version too? Cause that dude mentioned Peter and Sharon. So did they all film these? Where are they? (I tell him that to my knowledge only Gale’s is out) oh COME ONNNN, I can’t fucking win with this show, can i?’ ‘Where is Gale now? Can you show me an interview from now? Or does he have IG? I am willing to start my account again for him’ I actually laughed at that and when i told him how removed he is from internet he went ‘GOR FUCKS SAKE! Theres no winning with this dude! Is he even still alive?’

And the final thoughts were:

‘Wow he is nothing like Brian, he’s so shy and introverted. A little fidgety so i feel like he’s not used of shit like this. He’s literally nothing like Bri Bri…’ me, sarcastically ‘its called acting, brother’ He looked at me like i was the dumbest person ever but also like he shouldve known this. And then immediately after that he called our mom and started the conversation with: ‘he’s straight mom! Straight! BRIAN! Can you fucking believe that shit? Wait let me send you the video’

And later after he sent that video and forced her to watch some of it. She facetimed him and went: ‘i weirdly assumed hed be like in the videos you sent but he seems really shy’ Him: ‘its called acting, mother’ *turns to me and raises his hands towards our mom like can you believe her for not knowing this*

He then notified everyone that the actor who plays his Bri Bri is actually straight and that he is shocked by the news. And then his friend told him he knew cause he googled him and my brother blocked his number for 2 hours cause he got offended.

By the way, yesterday I watched that red blue movie and i was so confused cause there was no swearing and no dicks and no actual sex scenes. Cant decide if that makes it boring or what but fuck do i hate censorship, anyway back to the pretty boy’ I AM DYING OVER THIS!

As Soph has said, Gale will use 100 hundred words to say something that should take 10. Love that for him and for us.

I love how protective your brother is over Gale and Randy, they really do deserve all our protection. People were awful to them.

It’s called acting. I’m so dead. Yes, he’s nothing like your brother’s beloved BriBri. But also, that’s a good thing? Brian is my best beloved blorbo but he’s not exactly the picture of mental and emotional well being (who is?) and I hope Gale is more comfortable with his emotions and with vulnerability. For his own sake.

I feel honored that you would recommend my fic to your brother! After he learns about the existence of fan fiction.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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rachelillustrates · 2 years

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Aaaaand upon this most recent rewatch, more thoughts on "This is Happening:"

- During the tea scene, Stede watches Ed while he is sipping his own tea twice - first as Ed is taking his first sip (its hard to catch, but even though we seem him from behind at 3/4 angle, the direction of his eyebrows indicates that he's gazing upwards) and then as Ed is about to take another sip, having already said its perfect - praising Stede's care of him, while he is looking at the cup and not him. Stede also looks away halfway through, like to avoid getting caught at it, should Ed look over at him again. That's.... extremely sensual and intimate. On top of the fact that bringing someone their morning tea made that perfectly (especially when you are barely dressed) is incredibly intimate already, at least from my perspective.

- It's just striking me SO HARD this time how very dramatically romantic it is that at the prospect of Ed leaving, Stede can't focus on anything else except how to get him to stay, even with one of his own crew in trouble (sorry Swede. And I know that's not necessarily healthy behavior but damn if I don't love it in fiction). Also, we don't see Stede in any blue in this episode, at all. With that being identified as his false power color, this whole time - except for the first appearance of the breakup robe, which makes its debut in the very first conversation we see about them separating (other than the murder plan) - he is in tones MUCH closer to gold, his actual power color (extra significant, btw, because this is the episode where the orange symbolism starts - and gold/yellow + red, Ed's true power color, make orange). So we're seeing him in the closest to his full confidence, with that symbolism, that we've ever seen him. He doesn't understand why yet, obviously, but the prospect of Ed leaving fills him with so much panic that he immediately focuses ALL his faculties on getting him to stay. "I may have no idea about this yet, but I like this guy SO MUCH that I want him by my side for every moment of the foreseeable future, and I am gonna make him see that he can still have adventure with me, and he doesn't have to go." JESUS. That's obvious in the text, first and foremost, but that level of detail just backs it up SO MUCH.

- I was confused before about Ed's "Is he always this highly strung?" comment to Lucius, BUT Stede has just been given control of his own ship and crew back. Other than the fuckery in the previous episode, he's been following Ed's lead the whole time they've actually known each other. So he hasn't seen Stede in charge yet, not really - especially since at the time of the fuckery, he was focused on his own angst about having to kill him. Which, obviously, Stede can be a lot. Is a lot. But he still is so drawn to him, that he follows, and can't help but share in some of the excitement of the adventure - the moth, their banter while they were eating - even before Lucius clues him in, even with how uncomfortable he is on land (which there has been some excellent meta about already).

- I think that the fact that both Stede and Lucius point out that Ed is massively intense and could learn how to relax is really important. The fact that Stede is dragging him around on a very chill adventure in relation to what adventure usually means to him could easily be played as just a joke, warming of course, still, to the fact that Stede did this for Ed. But with them including that, with others asserting that at him, we get another layer of how Stede helps Ed - he is not used to softness. As much as he appreciates it in Stede, he doesn't let himself let his guard down and just be, unless he gets to vicariously through someone else (taking in Stede's wardrobe and library) or if there's a plausible excuse for him to (learning aristocratic ways in order to steal Stede's identity, thus still fulfilling the aggressive, hypermasculine, violent role in the end). And they move right from that assertion into them sitting down for lunch, and having the Bar & Grill banter, which is just so soft and lovely (and establishes how much hangry impacts Edward, lol). So he becomes open to that softness, at least for a moment, after it's reflected back to him that yes, it is okay to let your guard down for a minute, to just be and try to enjoy the experience. Which, of course, Stede has been trying to show him as a good thing by setting this up in the first place (at least subconciously, since any adventure with Stede is going to include that level of relaxed care, naturally), and by pointing out things like the silk moth.

- Also, even though Ed is complaining the whole time, Stede never once backs down in his confidence about this being a good idea. Which, you know, inflexibility being potentially problematic, BUT the fact that he doesn't try to change himself to make Ed stay is just ❤️

- The extent to which Ed has no idea that his feelings are reciprocated, just..... gawd. Obviously we've seen so much of how he feels already, the fact that he knows he is attracted to Stede both in body and heart, but even though we the audience can see Stede giving back just as much (again, even though he himself doesn't understand what that is/means) Ed is blind to it, which says SO MUCH about how much love he's been shown before and what he thinks he's worth, deep down. No wonder what happens later happens, on so many levels *flails and screams incoherently for a few minutes*

- That said, his absolute pivot as soon as Lucius tells him that yes - Stede likes you back, you idiot, is the absolute most adorable thing oh my heart.

- Also, it's not noted in the captions but after Ed says the thing about pirates always burying stuff at the base of trees, and Stede says it just feels like he's patronizing him, I'm pretty sure Ed softly says "I am" in a resigned fashion!! Just before Jim asks them what the fuck they're doing.

- Stede obviously gets a little okay a lot distracted by the petrified orange, admitting openly that he didn't want to give it to Jim (and thusly wanted it for himself, and wasn't going to give it to Ed, either), but a) that tracks, with how he treats Stuff in general, and b) I was really struck by how desperate he looked after he told Lucius "treasure is the real treasure!" Usually, he seems like more of the type to agree that the time spent with your loved ones (his crew, Ed) is the valuable thing - but he's so skewed by having to make the treasure hunt Impressive, the idea of that being essential to keeping Ed there, that the idea of it ending with nothing is just... nope.

.....(plus, Ed's the one who realized it wasn't a rock after all. Washed it off, found its real worth, and having done so gave it right back to Stede. So what really makes it a treasure, hm?)

- Obviously all these notes are Blackbonnet focused but I also have to point out that after Jim tells Olu that they're going to go finish the job, and Olu tells them to be careful, bops their hat, and walks away, Jim fucking presses their lips together in a manner like one would after sealing a kiss - which they didn't get to have - and shakes their fucking head. AAAAAAAAAH WTF.

- Also Olu is gonna be an incredible son in law. Jesus.

- AND, getting back to our main idiots in love, we end the main plot of the episode with Stede and Ed relaxing in their cabin, Ed reveling in how good the brandy is and just chilling, there, with this man he has Feelings for. As much as he started the episode planning on moving on, looking for "the next adventure," all he's acted like he wants to do is relax and be with Stede. Hmmmm, sir.

- AND AND, the co-captains discussion/establishment - Stede seems slightly hesitant, with an "uh, well," bringing it up, but mostly confident, like he knows where he's going with this and continues to be sure of himself, like he has been this whole episode. And when Ed is the one to say "I suppose if you found the absolutely two perfect people..." Stede's eyebrows raise and his expression is very "Hmm. Us." without even saying anything right away. And for Ed's part, he's not looking at Stede for most of that exchange, he looks like he is really thinking it through for the first time - after all, he didn't understand the extent to which Stede enjoyed his company until that afternoon, so before, any idea of pushing against the status quo was (as usual) out of his wheelhouse, and didn't spring to mind at all. I think he gets it the moment that they both say "co-captains" at the same time, finally look at each other, and clink glasses.

- BUT THEN they look away from each other again, still absorbing that new revelation. So as much as I want to believe that they agreed, in that moment, that that's what they are, I think they would have needed one more conversation in order to really make that pact. And of course, Calico Jack's arrival derails that flow, immediately.

(Gods, what would it have been like if that hadn't happened? If they had got there naturally, and moved forward, without the interruptions and angst?)

....someday I may stop being completely unhinged about this show, but it's certainly not today 🍊☠️💕

#ofmd meta #meta #blackbonnet #stede bonnet #blackbeard #edward teach #stedward #otp #relationship development #storytelling #inspiration #ofmd

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impossiblycolorfulpanda · 2 years

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Atla - villains and there seven deadly sins

Here’s an essay of a specific set of ATLA villains with a possible primary sin that they identify with. Let me know if you agree with my list or suggest an atla villain that I haven’t listed and associate him/her with one of the sins that best fits.

Unalaq = Lust: Particularly, the lust for power. Unalaq’s motives are arguably the most monstrous but also kinda confusing. As he states, he spend his life studying the spirits and learning their ways. He’s mostly acts cold and unfazed, the only time he takes joy on anything, it’s him inflicting horrendous and savage misery on others and he seems to take a little too much enjoyment with his merger with Vaatu. He can't seem to stand the idea of someone having power that he doesn't which is the main reason he hates his brother, who was to become chief of the North Pole and later fathered the Avatar, and is implied to be one reason why he merged with Vaatu. It’s likely that Vaatu’s the one who got into Unalaq’s head because Unalaq, at times, acts less of a right-hand man more of a mindless minion. It helps that the color-scheme of his cloths matches that of the associated color of lust.

Zhao = Gluttony: Zhao’s motives are for the sake of eternal glory and worship. He easily gets higher rankings and is addicted to the destructive power of firebending, caring little for the temperance to control it and the fact fire itself can consume anything its path is reason enough for him to believe fire is the superior element.

Kuvira = Greed: She stems far off from her intended position and sought to take as much control and wealth as possible. She becomes obsessed with loyalty to the point she sets up “education camps” for those who are disloyal. As Kuvira's powerbase builds up, she shows signs of megalomania and a power trip.

Zuko = Envy: Yes I know he joins the heroes later on but his motives from when he was a villain are reason enough to list him. In his monologue with Aang, he reflects of a “perfect life” Azula has and how everything came easy to her and is beloved by all. It’s easy to understand that Zuko is very jealous of Azula to the point he views her as an ever-lying competition. Ozai inflicted so much hurt and misfortune, as opposed to Zuko’s view of Azula having it easy that he uses her as an excuse, her blames her for every bad thing that’s happened to him, Iroh never really helped ease his envy and to think he of all people would understand the dangers of envy. Even when Zuko saw the light, is bettering himself and calls Ozai out for his mistreatment, he still doesn’t understand what she’s been through or she’s done for him, still trying to compete against Azula and will take the moral high-ground to justify it.

Earth Queen = Wrath: She can barely go two seconds without yelling at her subordinates for the pettiest of reasons. EQ is impatient, has a short-fuse, is an overbearing perfectionist and that fact he’ll put Korra on the most wanted list liberating airbenders that weren’t hers to keep shows she can hold a grudge. She’s basically a temper tantrum, ager issue riddled child with some inspiration from the queen of hearts, and maybe Geoffrey.

Azula = Sloth: Her viewpoint is very simple, the fire nation are the good guys who deserve to take over the world and if you refused to obey or betray them in anyway, it’s all on you and you deserve to be punished. To be forced to confront complicated and gray situations was too difficult for her to grasp and she starts losing it. She has a degree of leadership skills but she’s more comfortable being second in command than a full on top dog. Azula wasn’t that impressed that she got to be fire lord, just another another job to do, and she was clearly WAY in over head before she even got the crown. She also seems to rely heavily on her status as prodigy and never thought she’d have to work to hard, that’s how Katara managed to beat her almost twice despite Azula having some combat training. In Smoke and shadow, Azula has a cooler head now that she accepted that Zuko’s on the throne and doing all the heavy lifting but will try to force some pointers on him to help him be the fire lord she’s used to working for. I don't buy that Azula was able to orchestrate everything that goes on in smoke and shadow by herself given her mental chaos in the search, someone else has to be pulling the strings from deeper in the shadows. given that Ozai is the only one to have an affect on her, is the only one she's fanatically loyal to, is the one who nearly tricked Zuko into restarting the war, her and Ozai speaking privately under Azula's request, and her whole plan is clearly Ozai themed despite him not being physically involved. It would make sense to me if Ozai's behind it all.

Ozai = Pride: Fittingly so and not completely without justification. He’s has overpowering ambition and indomitable will. He enjoys power and will only ally with the most powerful with self-control to match but not submit to them. He’s proven himself to be a very competent ruler, he can (mostly) take criticisms and became powerful enough to where only a fully realized master avatar can stop this titan. Pride being the worst of all sins makes him, naturally, one of the worst of all villains, he’s cold and distant, even towards his own family and is willing to kill even them if they got in the way of his ambitions. Like all egotistical blowhards, he underestimated a 12 year old and paid the ultimate price. He was barley phased by the fact that his bending was stolen away by said twelve year old and is level-headed enough to almost trick Zuko into restarting the war. He fools Azula on a constant basis who she herself is no stranger to psychology and deceit. In an AU of mine, where Vaatu manipulates Sozin into starting the war through his subconsciousness and Ozai is the dark avatar instead of Unalaq, with all elements plus energybending, all sub-bendings and all non-bender skills. I picture Ozai and Vaatu being the same person instead of Ozai having to fuse with Vaatu, his dark power depletes and only harmonic convergence can bring it back. Reasons for all this is Ozai and Vaatu are very prideful characters, it wouldn’t make much sense for Ozai to submit to anyone and that would diminish his established role as the primary antagonist in Aang’s saga.

#atla #atla meta #atla headcanons #Seven Deadly Sins #unalaq #zhao #kuvira #zuko #earth queen #azula #ozai

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dreampeople · 2 years

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Penguins and Particularities - a short story

synopsis: Salem, a busybody and a creature of habit, rectifies a hiccup in his daily routine.

words: 1k

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Salem really was a simple person, though it offended him to be thought of as so. Hearing so from his most recent ex—as being simple, vanilla, unchanging—made him more indignant than her unfaithfulness. Sameness, in fact, was one of the main things that drove him mad. Like how in the bitterest cold his elbows and ankles would catch every corner and door frame every morning, a rude and unnecessarily painful awakening that at times felt was intentional, the age old and overvalued walls of his apartment bent on his literal downfall. Or how without fail the shower light would shut itself off the second he stepped in, him still turning it on every morning despite.

His route to work, though, he appreciated, even in the bitter cold. He knew his mother would too—how the squirrels and birds and other critters felt just as welcome as he, sharing the pavement, the tree-lined streets and fauna comfortably the closer he got to the library. He almost found himself missing their numbers as the year neared its end. He didn’t miss driving either. His old morning commute he akinned to a bad bout of the flu: a stuffy and uncomfortable fight for survival on the worst of days. He’d much rather take his chances against the elements and the actual possibility of the flu than wrestling with a car, that no matter how often he changed the key battery he'd have to plead with just to unlock, or how often he got it serviced it would still choose when it wanted to start. He didn’t miss it one bit.

The mornings were pleasant to work too. He usually opened on his own and appreciated the solitude for the first couple hours, but for the past few weeks he’d been joined by a new hire that he was also in charge of training. His initial dread didn’t last long. She often brought coffee for the both of them, assuming just the right amount of cream and sugar on his behalf before they’d even learned each other’s last names. She kept two small framed photos behind their shared info desk, both of which she had asked far too politely for permission to put up, of what he thought to be her husband and another of a baby that he assumed had to have been taken almost immediately after he exited the womb if it weren’t for the professional lighting that adorned him. The plush penguin she’d positioned alongside them could have had more time under its belt. He credited the three of them for how fervently she worked, her doing so as if she’d also somehow picked up on how thinly he’d been spreading himself before her arrival. Her extremely personable nature made him feel just like the stiff everyone declared him to be, which he would later curse himself for between the shelves of nonfiction. They were the most looming and tightly packed, a perfect chamber.

Days before Devon, when he thought about it, had all melded together into a concoction of confused weeks and months and seasons. He’d practically been on his own for about three or four frenzied months in actuality, but he could barely recall the happenings of last week, which scared him a bit. Lately he’d also found that it took effort to even remember the happenings of the day at the end of them, which he also recently had only done just to figure out what had to be done tomorrow.

While attempting to recollect the remnants of yesterday he was interrupted by a light and courteous voice that only bore a ponytail and bangs that were barely visible from above the counter.

“Excuse me?”

Both he and Devon craned to meet it, or her: a little girl swallowed by a bright pink coat and a scarf full of wool and a flurry of other colors, her gaze waiting to meet them also, which was imbued with focus.

“Could you tell me where the books on arctic animals are, please?”

Devon grinned from ear to ear, eager, as well as Salem, in his own inelegant way.

“I can show you,” he swept to the other side of the counter. Something in his chest swelled as the girl shined up at him in response.

“Follow me,”

He thought about the girl for the remainder of the day, even as he concluded his nine hour shift, the succinct nature of her questions, he delighted to answer every one, even more so after her thanks punctuated each of his answers. She’d given him the energy he was usually far without and desperate for by the time the evening arrived.

He got out a bit later than usual, having to demonstrate to Devon a bit more the intricacies of closing up, but he didn’t even mind. He appreciated her thoroughness and the company. It was strange practically walking her out to her husband, though, who was waiting for her on the hood of their car. He waved her off, attempting to widen the distance between himself and the both of them. The man greeted her with a warm, long squeeze, his height nearly pulling her off the ground. The day must have been long for her—for them.

“You really are a creature of habit,” his mother told him, as she would every other day after seeming almost unsatisfied with his weeknight plans.

“Well what else should I be doing?” he thought but didn’t say, as he always would whilst rummaging about the cabinet that held the pots and pans, which was conveniently shoved into the deepest and lowest corner of the kitchen. He bashed things around more than probably needed, as if it’d help him find what he needed any easier. He was on his hands and knees at this point, his mother’s calls of concern being drowned out by his fit.

“What are you doing?”

He reemerged to the surface, huffing hard.

“I’m gonna try the crock pot this time,” he said, wanting to slam it onto the counter, but with his luck he knew better.

“What, for the stew?” he could hear her fumbling with something herself. He began sharpening a knife. He preferred the santoku for slicing vegetables.

“Yeah, I used the stove top last time and it was a disaster,” he slid the cutting board to his waist, admiring its weight and sturdiness and unmarked surface. It had been a gift. His old one had started to wobble. “It pretty much singed everything but somehow was still flavorless. You couldn’t even taste the burnt part,”

He laughed with her, the studio audience of a comedy skit he’d left unattended also with them.

“Yeah, well I don’t think the pot was your only problem. How long did it take you last time?”

“‘Bout an hour.”

“Yep. See, that’s it,”

“What?” he eyed the phone as he chopped.

“You gotta take your time, let the flavors all meld into each other. You can’t do that in an hour.”

He started to roll his eyes but didn’t.

“I shouldn’t have to be telling you that. That’s the whole point of the crock pot too. You could have started this morning and left it and would’ve had dinner already!”

“I know how a crock pot works, mom.”

He nearly nodded off twice in wait. Having run out of laundry to fold, clothes to iron and dishes to wash he ended up being lulled by the tail end of a late night show only to be stirred back awake by the bark of wind instruments at the end of every segment. A distant ring in a loosely forming dream permeated itself as the timer on his oven, jolting him back into his living room a final time.

A long, slow breath from deep in his gut released all that had been congealing within him for the past few months. He took a careful bite from his spoon. He’d burned his tongue a bit but didn’t care. The gentle salting of the broth, the bits of beef, the carrots—the tastes and textures coalesced together across the surface of his tongue. Its warmth melted the tension in his shoulders, seeming to vacate his mind of any of what had weighed on it throughout the day. He stared into the bowl’s bold colors and shapes like it held the secret to eternal youth. Eyeing the clock as it tinked to an odd minute of midnight, he laughed to himself, shook his head, and took a fuller but unhurried bite, making sure not to lose a single drop.

#my writing #short story #writeblr #black writers on tumblr #poc writers #lgbtq writing #writers on tumblr #my ocs #oc writing

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faeryarchives · 2 years

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Heartslabsul with a teruhashi mc :D (their technically perfect and has alot of people crushing on them....OH WAIT! THEY ALSO HAVE A CRUSH ON THEM?! )

HELP AHHAHHAHA tbh i haven't really watched saiki k yet but i watched several clips though and they are so funny 😭 sorry if its a little bit occ fghfjkl

heartslabyul with a teruhashi-like gender neutral reader!

a competitive and sociable student who is considered to be very attractive by people causing them to stop and just stare after seeing them. but beneath the smile they are wearing is their true emotions, hidden from everyone.

: ̗̀➛ riddle rosehearts

not gonna lie, riddle wouldn't bat an eye to your advances. thinking that you are just like the other students but having a more concealed side than you are showing

the dorm leader would be amused though whenever you help the adeuce duo and grim to study for the exams, so you do have an affinity for academics he see...

never he would thought that you would be so excellent in using your words and looks to make sure everything goes to your liking

but do not try to smooth talk your way out if you break a rule oh no he will have your head for that

"who forgot to close the cage of the hedgehogs?!"

"... i remember papa crowley was looking for me and grim earlier. i got to g-"

"do not try to make excuses, the headmaster is currently having a teachers' meeting. go look for them!"

"sobs, okay fine! i will, meanie riddle."

perspective as he is, riddle would notice how you never seemed to show other emotion other that smile on your face

this lead him to invite you for afternoon tea to learn more about you and realize that you are somehow similar to each other! always expected to be perfect, not allowed to show any weakness and many more? no wonder you two are having troubles in expressing your feelings

not being the best person for advice, riddle would willingly listen to your stories and problems while overseeing the papers involving dorm leader works

and speaking about feelings, he would be absolutely foreign to this. at first riddle thought that he was sick and made a mistake to ask you out of all people

"(name), what does it mean when you feel like there are butterflies in your stomach while talking to a certain person?"

"ooooo~? are you crushing on someone? my bestie is all grown up!"

"why would i be crushing you? i would never allow myself to hurt you."

"... ok this is cute. riddle let me tell you about cru-"

after giving him the talk, boy he was so embarrassed that he exposed himself. lesson learned that riddle should ask cater and trey first before confronting you

learning that you do feel the same way, it would take some time for the both of you to reach to the point of getting together.

riddle promise that he is trying his best not only to learn more about relationship but also how to express his feelings for you so don't tease him too much 😫

: ̗̀➛ trey clover

trey would probably be stunned by your beauty but he will still treat you just like how he treats his friends making you very confused but at the same time interested in him

like you never met someone who treats you indifferently so you start to do all of the tricks you know in your book - trying to smoothly talk your. way to make him help you with assignment or getting anything you want

but in the end, you only received a chuckle from him and only helped you a bit in your assignment

"but it is so hard!"

"no it's not i am pretty sure you can do it. unless you want ace and deuce finish their works first"

"ok i am done."

trey feels somewhat amused to find out that you are interested in him out of all people.

the vice dorm leader would eventually get use to your presence that leads him to wonder what are you doing whenever you weren't accompanying him

"i wonder how (name) is doing with their exam right now."

"trey we are literally taking exams right now, your simp side is showing."

"i am just worried as a friend."

ah yes, just a friend. just a friends with a crush 😁

trey would eventually realize it and think it throughly if its really him developing feelings for you or its juts pure interest but looking back on how he genuinely feel happy when you trust him with some of your problems he will admit that yes it is not just interest

"you are just so perfect trey, how come you don't have your other half yet?"

"because i haven't asked if i could court them yet."

"huh? what do you mean?"

"(name), i've been hiding my feelings for a while now and i want to say that i really like you. can i get the chance to court you?"

you feel like you just won the lottery for your crush liking you back.

having trey by your side helped you to be more expressive more than just the facade you are wearing and to be more yourself rather than the perfect image you uphold

: ̗̀➛ cater diamond

i feel like you and cater would immediately hit it off, sharing the same vibes and all

you would always be included in his magicam posts and shopping trips probably trying out the latest fashion trend

"look (nickname)! do think this white hat would go along with my current outfit?"

"mmmm, try the (color) one instead! i heard its very popular these days."

you two would probably the go to person whenever your friends need information about something or someone because your data gathering skills are another tier

despite his easygoing nature, cater is also one of the people who can see through your facade but didn't really pressed on that matter because it might make you feel uncomfortable

but he would try his best to make you feel at ease with him that cause you to sometimes let your guard down and be yourself around him.

and the third year wouldn't deny to himself that he is having a crush on you because he know his own feelings and he is pretty good at hiding it from you!

"cater, you are staring at (name) again, you look like you have a crush on them."

"i know right? how could i not have a soft spot for this aamazing person?"

instead of directly confessing, cater would probably low-key showing his affection through your normal hugs and hangout

you wouldn't know him crushing on you until you walked on him and trey talking before your birthday

"i am pretty nervous, do you think they would like it?"

"surely, (name) would already appreciate you getting them a gift you know. good luck in confessing cater."

and he did confess after you confronted him about it. its funny seeing him. getting flustered after his plan got exposed but it end up well!

after some time of getting to know more about each other, you eventually got together and it really comforts you to have your best friend and the person who you relate to the most became your boyfriend

: ̗̀➛ deuce spade

deuce would definitely become a stuttering mess when he saw you, seeing how captivating you look - he is at loss for words

this first year would probably be your favorite person to tease and sometimes trick him in doing errands for you please have mercy

"oh, (name)! i got you the drink you asked for."

"really? i was just joking... but thank you~"

"it was a joke?!"

"pretend you didn't hear anything!"

leaving the two of you alone is awkward because you don't know what to talk about until you started talking about sports which you guys are familiar about

as the two of you got comfortable with each other, deuce could see you improve by putting effort in making genuine friends and even showing your true feelings with him!

he is your number one supporter and friend! even though he is not good at giving advice, deuce will be right by your side whenever you need a shoulder to cry on

this man didn't know that feelings are starting to developed until cater pointed it out while the blueberry haired boy was smiling at his phone.

"ooooo~ is deucey having a crush?"

"no i don't have a crush on (name)!"

"i didn't said who though."

oh. deuce spade do have a crush on you.

one day he saw how one student from his class came up to the two of you and suddenly confessed

"i like you (name)! please go out with me?"

"thank you but sorry but i already like someone else."

you like someone else? who? it weights on his mind for a while to the point that he looks like a zombie from overthinking about it and unintentionally avoid you.

finally ace had enough and let the two of you talk in a separate room and did not let you walk away without talking it out.

"deuce did i do something wrong? why are you avoiding me?"

"n-no not at all! it's just i might make our friendship awkward if you find out..."

"oh for god sake just admit you two are crushing each other!"

"... you feel the same? i am not dreaming, am i?"

no words can express how happy this sunshine was the moment he heard that. slowly your feelings for each other developed into something more

and when the two of you do end up together, he would be a sucker for your praises of being so proud of him little sunshine is overjoyed

: ̗̀➛ ace trappola

ace would probably see through you the first time you two meet. what can we say? same birds flock together🤗

you would sometimes team up to play harmless pranks on your friends and mischievously getting away from it

small competitions would often happen which leads to both of you either having a tie or end up in an argument

"ace you stupid, you tripped me!"

"no you are just clumsy!"

"actually both of you cheated so there are no winners-"

even though driven by the spirit of competitiveness, you would still find yourselves knowing what is right to say and not crossing the boundaries. if one of you did cross the line, you wouldn't hesitate to tell it to the other.

being seen as the perfect role model, you always try to hide your real emotions behind your smile and keep your thoughts for yourself. but ace helped you to show more emotions to everyone especially your friends

"you don't have to be perfect all the time ya know? this is night raven college not royal sword academy. you can be whoever you want."

he would always look out for you because of the weirdoes trying to grab your attention knowing that you would definitely feel uncomfortable with them

the first year would often find himself blushing whenever you cheer on him during his basketball practice whenever you had the time or even just the smallest compliments you give him

its normal for him to be complimented by the people around him but why does it hit different when it's you-

that is when he realize that oh shit he is crushing for you. hard. ace wasn't planning to let you know about his feelings for you but that one instance - he slipped up.

"ace, ace! how do i look in this outfit?"

"... you look absolutely amazing."

"i know i am gorgeous but i never knew you can be this speechless. ahhaha do you have a crush on me or something?"

"yeah, yeah i do."

"lmao that's so fu- wait really?!"

it turns out both of you feel the same! your relationship will probably be the same except that you would be more open to showing affection and vulnerable with each other

#twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst reader insert #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twst headcanons #riddle rosehearts #riddle roseheart x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #faeryarchives

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Sweet Betrayal

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: swearing, neglect, successful suicide attempt, death, insanity

(A/N): I had a little too much fun writing this

“I’ll help you.”

Tommy cheered and clapped a hand on your shoulder. Wilbur gave you a slightly manic smile, his plan is going to work out perfectly with you working with them. Techno merely grunted in acknowledgement. Something about your tone threw him for a loop, but he just summed it up to the voices and his growing trust issues. The voices were screaming at him not to trust you, that you were a traitor, that you’d betray them. But there’s no way his youngest sibling would ever betray them; they couldn’t hurt a fly. They were basically defenseless.

Tubbo looked slightly hesitant to accept you as his spying partner, but he figured that you joining him would take most of the stress off from his shoulders. You were close to Schlatt, he basically treated you as if you were his own. He was slightly jealous at how close to his father you were when he, Schlatt’s biological son, was often standing in the same room as them. He knew that Schlatt was a shitty father and could never shape up to being as good of a father figure than Philza was to him, but he just couldn’t help but feel hurt at the fact that his own father, who abandoned him at the side of the road as a kid, so readily took on another kid that wasn’t himself. Despite his resentment towards you, he accepted having you as a partner. Maybe once he got to know you better you weren’t so bad.

On the outside, you were giving your ‘brothers’ a sweet smile. Almost sickeningly sweet as you plastered it on your face to hide the resentment and hatred brewing inside of you threatening to escape and fill this ravine with it’s raging waves. They were never your brothers, always choosing to exclude you from everything they were doing. As a kid, you had nobody to rely on. Tommy had Tubbo and Wilbur had Techno and Philza. You were completely, utterly alone as a kid.

You were always deprived of social interaction, always being told to ‘suck it up’, ‘quit whining’, and ‘just accept it’. You watched from the sidelines as your brothers received all the love and support from each other and Philza, and you were sick of being left out. Their proposal has made you finally reach your breaking point. You came to the realization that you were only going to get their support only when you were of use to them.

Even as adults and as teenagers, they’re always acting like children. Whining over losing power, getting exiled, how ‘tyrannical’ every single government was, like get a grip. You brought this upon yourself. Manberg would be much better off without you two. Just accept leadership, it’s there to bring natural structure to society. This isn’t high school, stop overreacting. Oh, how you longed to scream in their faces, drop the happy, sweet, and defenseless facade you always wore. You were broken down by them, and you were going to be their downfall. You would make sure of it. At least, that’s what Schlatt promised you.

You met Schlatt one day when you were alone in the forest far from the house you called home. It was dark out and you were hiding from the mobs that threatened to take one of your lives. He found you by following your whimpers, taking you back to his house and giving you shelter for a few days. He treated you like you were a person, an actual human being, and that made you realize that you weren’t alone in the world afterall. Philza and your brothers didn’t even notice that you were gone until after a week of staying with Schlatt. You remembered how Philza stormed into Schlatt’s house, grabbed you by the ear, apologized to Schlatt, and drug you home lecturing you the entire time. You were grounded for a month after that and banned from talking to Schlatt.

However, you still talked to Schlatt in secret. He eventually treated you like you were his own, showering you with the love and support that you were deprived of. You supposed you craved constant reassurance and kindness, and you chopped it up to how you were raised. You had trauma and Schlatt was there to fix that. He gave you constant support, something your ‘family’ has never done. Well, they did once when you finally broke and fell into a deep depression, never leaving your room. They didn’t notice that, but what they did notice was the death message that flashed across their comm tablets: “(Y/n) suffocated.”

When they ran to your room, they caught the last of the golden dust that used to be your body drifting into the atmosphere. In the center of your room hanging from an exposed pipe in the ceiling was a noose fashioned from an old rope they had noticed had gone missing a few weeks ago. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that you hung yourself.

For a solid month after that, they treated you like they treated each other and you felt like you were soaring the entire time. Philza even told you that he loved you and that he was proud of you when you ate your first meal in a week! All of the attention and support faded when they saw you smile more and laugh louder. You faded again into obscurity and all that came out of that successful suicide attempt was not your family’s unconditional love like you had hoped, but an ugly scar that wrapped around the entirety of your neck.

You were going to fuck up their plans. They deserved it for ostracizing you all those years.

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Your and Schlatt’s plan was unfolding swimmingly. Your idiotic brothers had no clue of your betrayal and that always made you want to laugh hysterically, but you held it in until you got back to the White House. You would laugh in Schlatt’s office with him. The cabinet often heard loud, boisterous laughter booming from behind the closed office doors, but they’ve long since learned not to question it.

They grew wary of you two, it seemed that your sanities were turning into slippery slopes. The Emperor and the Secretary of Defense could not be fully trusted to make any decisions anymore. Even Quackity, who loved his adopted kid to death, agreed that they couldn’t be trusted. You and Schlatt had changed so much from when he first started dating Schlatt. It hurt him to see his husband and his child slip into insanity.

While you were planning the festival with Schlatt and Tubbo, it was extremely hard for you to keep a straight face. Whenever Schlatt wasn’t looking, Tubbo would smirk and glance at you from the corner of his eyes. It was in those moments specifically that you would struggle the most with containing your laughter. Originally, Schlatt was only going to exile Tubbo for his treachery, but after the fiasco with the lame excuse of ‘farming totems of undying’, you convinced him to turn it into an execution. You organized every single part of Tubbo’s execution, it was perfect in your opinion. At the same time, you were giving Schlatt information of your brother’s whereabouts during the festival. You were going to put on a show for them.

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On the stage, you were shifting and fidgeting relentlessly from your position between your adopted dads. From an outside perspective, one would assume that you’re nervous to be on stage in the middle of the spotlight. Everybody outside of the cabinet and your fathers still saw you as the innocent kid that wouldn’t hurt a fly. How wrong they were. Tubbo’s speech was the hardest to sit through, Quackity had to have a tight grip on your hand to prevent you from rushing the teenager and caging him too early.

After Schlatt gave you the signal, you, him, and Quackity quickly trapped him in a cage made of yellow concrete. You could hear the shocked gasps of the audience and saw Wilbur holding Tommy down from revealing their hiding spot. Schlatt gently nudged you up to the microphone with a kind smile.

You walked confidently up to the podium and gave the audience the widest closed-eyed grin they’d ever seen on you. “Hello citizens of Manberg, other guests,” you opened your eyes and shot a smug smirk over to your older brothers on the roof. You took great pleasure in the look of hurt, anger, and betrayal in their eyes.

“What you are going to witness today is my pride and joy. As it turns out, our dearest Tubbo here,” you turned around to give a grandiose gesture at the cage behind you, “is a filthy little traitor.” The last word ripped itself from your mouth like a rattlesnake spitting venom at its victims.

Tubbo banged on the walls in a rage, “you were a spy too! YOU WERE A SPY FOR POGTOPIA TOO!”

“On the contrary, dearest Tubbo. I was a double agent working for Schlatt, my father. I was never loyal to Pogtopia. Why would I be when you all used me?” You gave him a gentle smile. The insane and malicious glint in your eyes contrasted the kindness of your features. You turned back to the podium with that same smile. The combination of your words and your expression sent cold chills down the spines of the Manbergians. They now saw you as who you really were.

“Now, since I was so rudely interrupted,” you shot a glare at the shocked boy behind you, “hm, where was I?” You rubbed your chin in false confusion before you perked up, “oh right! What you are going to witness today is the public execution of our dear friend Tubbo.” You broke into a series of manic giggling, pounding your fist against the wood of the podium. The gasps of the audience sounded like music to your ears.

“TECHNOBLADE, GET THE HELL UP HERE BROTHER! YOU HAVE THE HONORS.”

You shouted through your laughter. Technoblade climbed up the stairs and stood facing you with a harsh glare. You grinned at him as he spoke to you with his usual monotone voice. This time, there was an undeniable angry undertone you could clearly detect, “what do you want me to do?”

“You still have that rocket launcher, right?”

He pulled it out of his satchel. You squealed happily and jumped up and down clapping your hands excitedly, “good! I’ve always liked fireworks. Now be a dear and make Tubbo go out with a bang!”

He walked over to face Tubbo’s cage and pointed the crossbow at him. You could see his finger trembling over the trigger and a nervous sweat gathering at his brow. After a while of seeing no firework action, you grew impatient and started to furiously shout at him.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, BLOOD GOD? WHAT, ARE YOU TOO MUCH OF A PUSSY TO DO IT NOW? KILL HIM! BLAST HIM TO SMITHEREENS! FUCKING DO IT.”

With every word that left your mouth, you stepped closer to him until you were screaming into his ear. You felt immense pleasure when you saw him start to shake. When you heard the shooting of fireworks and the agonized screams of Tubbo and saw the colorful blasts, you felt like you were on cloud nine. It was beautiful.

Your insane laughter was heard over the chaos that followed. Schlatt and Quackity, seeing Techno’s growing anger after killing Tubbo, moved to push you behind them. Quackity wrapped his wings around you in a tight hug before fireworks were shot at your family. After you pushed Quackity away from you, you saw your father’s corpse lying on the stage floor. It was clear that he had just lost a life.

Quackity collapsed to the stage with a groan before he briefly passed out. You checked if he was still breathing before you looked at Technoblade with anger written clear on your features. You gave a furious shout before you charged at him, determined to kill the unkillable.

You dodged the fireworks that he shot at you before you finally reached him. He dodged your flailing arms and the attempts to push him off from the stage with ease. “I SHOULD’VE KNOWN NOT TO TRUST YOU!”

His shout was dismissed by you, not registering in your clouded mind at all. He grabbed your arms and threw you to the edge of the stage. Before you could get up, he stomped a foot down on your chest and pointed the rocket launcher at your face. You were not phased by this, grinning and laughing with insanity-filled glee. “KILL ME TECHNO! DO IT, GO ON! FUCKING DO IT. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!”

He stared at you with the most anger you’ve ever seen from him before he pushed you off the stage with a simple kick of his foot. As you were plummeting to your death, you saw Technoblade point the rocket launcher at you before you saw the colorful rockets shooting at you. Your laughter ending abruptly with the explosion of fireworks and the thump of your bloodied corpse against the pavement was something the citizens of Manberg would never forget.

Your brothers stared at your corpse as it disappeared with shock and anger. They never suspected you of all people to be a traitor, they thought you were the sweet, naive kid they knew growing up. They thought your allegiance to them would be unbreaking and you’d follow them blindly. Obviously, they were wrong. There was no saving you. You were too far gone.

When you woke up with Schlatt and Quackity holding your hands at your bedside, all of the memories flooded back to you. They held you as you cried in frustration, wiping at your tears with gentle, reassuring smiles and loving words. Rage filled you as you remembered how they got away with their lives. You had one life left, and you were going to dedicate it to their downfall. Even if you died in the process. They should fear the day you return. There was no saving them from your wrath.

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