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pennylanewrites · 3 years

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※nuits d’ été※

pairing: megumi fushiguro x gn!reader

genre: fluff (?) is coffee shop au it’s own genre?

word count: 2.2k

content warning + tags: mutual pinning, one mention of toxic relationship, drinking, smoking

playlist: spotify link

a/n: i present my piece for @titan-fodder ’s java shop collab ! find the og post here <3

You had been watching him for days. No, not in a weird way. You were just curious, really. The young man has been visiting your café for weeks, always sitting at the front to have the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower, order a cappuccino and a butter croissant; he proceeds to open a book and read for a couple of hours. Another cappuccino, please. Then he opens a leather journal, scribbles passionately for a while before paying for his order. His eyes linger on you as you give him his change and you smile politely, thanking him for his visit.

"You have to talk to him." You groaned in reply to your coworker, sending a glance to the shopfront to see if the mysterious stranger had arrived.

"I do talk to him."

"To take his order and then his money. You can do better than that."

"What would I say to him? He looks so sophisticated, so smart. I'm hopeless."

"Just make small talk."

"About what?"

"The weather." She shrugged and left to tend to her tables. You sighed, leaning against the counter as you waited for him to arrive. Your prayers must have been heard, because he was finally there, sitting down at his usual spot with a view of the Eiffel Tower. Your three coworkers sent you glances, making you roll your eyes. How obvious were you really? Did he notice it too? You placed a glass of cold water on your tray and walked out, leaving a coaster and then the glass on his table.

"Good morning, sir. Are you ready to take your order?" He looked up at you with a small smile. You didn't have to ask for his order, you knew it by heart. Your coworker said it would be weird if you just brought out his coffee like that, and you would definitely lose a customer, so you refrained from doing so. But what was the problem? The old regulars didn't have to give their orders anymore, everyone would just prepare them and bring them out. Ugh, I'm overthinking again.

"Yeah, I'll have a cappuccino and a butter croissant."

"Thank you." You bowed politely and went back inside to prepare his coffee.

"Make small talk!" Your friends nudged you softly as you walked back out with the tray. You carefully placed down the mug and the plate, nodding at his thanks.

"Would you like an ashtray?" You blurted out, maybe a bit too quickly. Heat rushed to your cheeks and you mentally slapped yourself.

"Sorry?"

"Would you like an ashtray? Sir."

"Oh. Sure." Was that a smile? He definitely found it funny that you got nervous. You went back inside and rushed out for the ashtray, leaving it on the side of the table.

"Here you go, sir."

"Do you really have to call me sir? Makes me feel old."

"What?" You gaped at him, not realizing how stupid you looked.

"We're about the same age, aren't we?" He played with his coffee spoon for a while before looking up at you.

"It's just shop policy."

"You can call me Megumi, by the way."

"Oh. Well, in that case, nice to meet you." You extended your hand for a shake after offering your own name as well. As his hand met yours and you were sure you looked like you would explode right then and there, he pulled you down a bit and smiled teasingly.

"Someone had to introduce themselves first, right?" You met his gaze with wide eyes, finally seeing the pretty green colour you admired from afar. You would swear a few golden specks danced around his irises, but you didn't have the chance to see for yourself, because the door to the shop opened, startling you.

"Are you going to take those tables or what?" Your manager scolded you. You brushed down your apron and cleared your throat, apologizing before he left again.

"Sorry, I have to..." You trailed off, and he nodded knowingly before taking his book out. You could feel his eyes burning holes through your back as you went inside and out to take orders. You had never realized until now how many times you did the same thing, opening the door with your back to protect the full tray of drinks, leaving them on tables, making small talk with some regular customers before rushing back in. It was much more tiring when you knew someone paid attention to all of your moves.

"Good day to cover shifts, huh?" One of the night shift waitresses teased you, pointing outside to a group of friends that made their way in for their reservation.

"What do you mean?"

"Look at them. Everyone's so handsome. And those girls..." She trailed off, eyeing the large group that sat down at a table for six. You would swear your heart jumped up and down your chest, threatening to rip your skin apart when you noticed your mysterious stranger between a white-haired man and a brunette. He had noticed you long before though, making a mental note to tell you you looked good in the night uniform.

Of course, when the café turned into a restaurant every night, the uniforms became elegant as well, fitting for the city of amour.

"Can you take the table that just came in? I'm full." Two waiters rushed by you, not giving you a chance to decline. You muttered something about where that table would end up under your breath and grabbed six menus.

"Welcome to 'Nuits d' Été', would you like to get started with drinks?" You offered as you passed around the menus. Megumi made sure to brush his fingertips against yours as you handed him the leather booklet.

"Absolutely. Bring us six glasses of your best aged wine, please." The white-haired man spoke, eyeing you up and down before turning to Megumi with a grin.

"Of course." You bowed your head out of politeness and went down to the cellar of the shop. Bringing back six wine glasses, you set them in front of all the customers and started filling them.

"Let me know when you're ready to order." You said, sending a smile that was more for Megumi rather than the whole group. Besides, they were all already engaged in conversations all around him; he was the only one to return a smile, though it had some playful hint in it that made your heart race.

Luckily for the shop, the group of six stayed until closing, along with another small group of friends. Luck was not on your side however, because your awkwardness around them made you want to dig a hole on the ground and hide in it. You were out front smoking when the group walked out with laughs.

"Thank you for choosing us tonight." You said when they bid their good nights to you.

"Thank you for your hospitality." A cheerful brunette said before joining hands with the other girl of the group. You couldn't help but notice Megumi and his friend arguing for a while before he stayed back, turning to look at you.

"Hey, you're closing tonight. We're going to a party, I'll text you the address!" Before you could argue with the cook about the task just thrown at you, he was gone, escaping from the back door.

"Hi."

"Hey there." You breathed out, smiling sheepishly.

"Can I ask you for one of those?" He pointed at the cigarette packet in your hand.

"Help yourself." You tossed it at him. He took one and softly pressed it between his parted lips, suddenly leaning closer to you. You didn't dare move as his unlit cigarette came in contact with your lit one.

"I had a lighter." You grinned.

"This is more fun." He shrugged and blew a cloud of smoke between the two of you.

"How was your food?"

"Great. I don't know about the waiting, however. The person managing our table looked a bit out of it."

"Haha. Hilarious. It's not my fault."

"Really? Did something make you nervous?" He grinned cheekily. He knew all too well how nervous he made you, but he wouldn't stop until you admitted it.

"Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, throwing your cigarette in an ashtray, him copying your actions. “Wanna come in? I bet there’s leftover tiramisu.” You gave him an excited grin, opening the door for him, letting him follow you to the kitchen.

“Won’t you get in trouble?” Megumi asked worried when you popped the cork from a wine bottle. It looked very expensive. And it was.

“They don’t pay me enough to scold me.” You shrugged and poured wine in two clean glasses. Opening the steel fridge, you let out an excited gasp as you took a container in your hands.

“I present to you, Megumi, the greatest creation of mankind.”

“Tiramisu?”

“You guessed it! Oh, I’m definitely taking this home...” You mumbled, ogling at the dessert lovingly before looking at him, “after I serve you of course! What kind of wait staff would I be?” you giggled, bringing two plates out and placing one square piece on each of them.

“Thank you.” He offered you a crooked smile and took a sip of his wine. “Is it a bad time to tell you I’m vegan?”

You stared at him for a moment until it registered in your brain.

“You’re messing with me. I know you ordered spaghetti carbonara, and there are eggs in that.”

“I tricked you. I just wanted to see if you remembered what I ordered.”

“Youuu...” You trailed off, patting your cheeks with your cold hands to ease your embarrassed blush down.

“A toast.” You exclaimed after your second glass, making him laugh. “To this amazing dessert, give my compliments to the chef, and to new friendships.” You clinked your glass with his and drank the rest of it.

“So, do you work all days and nights?”

“Why, are you planning on camping out here to see me?”

The wine bottle was empty, discarded in the recycling bin. You were laughing at the driest joke you’ve ever heard and he was trying his best to stay serious and get to the punchline.

“Please. I’ve heard enough.” You breathed out between hysteric laughter, unconsciously bringing a hand to rest over his. Megumi looked down where your fingers met and his cheeks turned a crimson red colour, matching the tint of your apron.

“Ha! You look like a tomato, are you drunk?”

“You’re drunk.” He flicked your forehead when you got closer to him. “So, are you seeing anyone?”

“Nope.” You smiled, popping the ‘p’. “I haven’t for a while, actually.”

“Why not?” Was he being pushy? At the state he was in, he didn’t really think before he talked, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t overthink everything right after the words came out of his pretty pink lips.

“I came out of a very toxic relationship last year. Like, toxic to the point they even followed me to the bathroom because they didn’t trust me.”

“Damn, I’m sorry. I hope you can heal, you’re too sweet for someone like that.”

“I’m healing.” You nodded with a smile, only now noticing the thumb that caressed the back of your palm softly. You looked down, then back up at his face. He must have been a gift from above for his parents. His face was sculpted to perfection. Eyes green and gold like a lake during the sunset, lips pink and cheeks flushed just the right amount; it seemed like even his freckles were placed at the perfect spots on the tip of his nose and under his eyes.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you seeing anyone?”

“I mean, I’m free tomorrow night if that’s what you’re asking.” He smiled, leaning closer to you.

“It wasn’t what I was asking, but it’s good to know.”

An arm met your waist, bringing you closer to Megumi. You could smell his musky cologne and the sweet wine on his breath. Your hands were on his shoulders and you had to take a good look at them; you had no idea how your body was moving without you doing anything. When was the last time you drank so much, anyway?

Feet stumbling against his made you realize you were practically a breath away. Was he really going to kiss you right now? Did he even know what he was doing? All those thoughts rushed through your head, but the immensely loud beating of your heart made your overthinking seize. The tip of his nose touched yours, and he was cupping your cheeks with a grin.

“I only kiss after the first date.” He mumbled against your lips. If you moved even one bit, you would be kissing him.

“Well,” you chuckled, “can this be considered a first date then?”

“Hm. Maybe I’ll make an exception. For you, love.”

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whitewallwhispers · 4 years

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Little Lies

Narcos - Javier Peña - Series

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine

A young writer moves to Colombia to perform research on the drug war for her latest novel. She’s willing to do anything for information, which leads her down a rabbit hole that begins to blur the line between pretending to be someone and becoming something she might not be ready for.

Despite the best efforts of D.E.A. Peña, she finds herself out of her depth and everything is falling apart.

Warnings: Mentions of burns, gunshot wounds, blood, stitches, and scars. Description of a panic attack. Strong language (pretty much every expletive under the sun).

My hope is that you can imagine this character as any race with any style of hair (as someone with short hair I get annoyed when every fic mentions long locks and ponytails).

Author’s Note: Javi doesn’t appear in this chapter, but don’t worry. He’ll be back.

It was a bleak and lonely two days at the hospital.

Only family members were allowed to visit, and she certainly didn’t have any of those nearby.

Or maybe, in fact, any that would want to see her at all.

It’d been nearly a month since she’d last heard from her parents. She thought about calling them to tell them what happened, but they’d probably either disown her at the first mention of selling herself or come to get her at the first mention of any of her injuries.

And if she had to leave, it’d be on her own terms.

Perhaps she should, though.

For fuck’s sake, her old contact tried to kill her. She’d been shot. She’d almost died.

And once again, that only placed her more firmly in debt to a certain D.E.A. agent.

Javier Peña.

She’d have bled out in her apartment if he hadn’t come for her, would’ve bled out on the way to the hospital if he hadn’t thought to cauterize her wounds first.

First, he hadn’t been angry with her when he found out she’d been lying to him.

Second, he’d agreed to give her information she could use for her book.

Third, he’d saved her life.

When she first came to after she was admitted to the hospital, one of the nurses handed her a note.

Call me when they release you. - Peña

She’d held onto it ever since, reading and re-reading it in the hours she was awake, turning it over and over in her left hand. Her entire right arm still hurt too much to be useful. It’d hurt for quite a while.

Both bullets had missed arteries, but just barely. The one in her hip must’ve gone through her human shield’s body first, because it didn’t make it deep enough to pierce her organs, instead lodging itself within the muscle. It would be too risky to operate to remove them, the doctors told her, so they’d remain inside her. She was to stay for another day on an IV drip of antibiotics to stave off any potential infections from the cauterization, then she’d be sent home with a week and a half’s worth of pills and that would be it.

Her shoulder and hip would be scarred twofold. First, the long, crackling burns from where the knife had seared into her, black and charred around the edges. Then, in their centers, the rough-hewn stitches from when they’d investigated the bullet wounds to see if they were worth removing.

As she brushed her thumb across the words on the small scrap of paper she remembered Javi running his thumbs over her hip bones. Digging into the flesh. Leaving bruises.

Not anymore.

She’d miss it far more than she cared to admit.

It was probably time to go home. She’d have to go weeks without working for her body to heal, and she hadn’t saved enough yet to make that possible. And where would she live?

She couldn’t stay in her apartment. In fact, no one could probably live there anymore. Not now that it was riddled with blood stains and bullet holes and worse.

And she couldn’t ask anything more from Peña. He’d given her enough already - too much, in fact. At this point she could never repay him, in money or favors. All she’d done since they’d met was take. Take his information, his money, his time, his effort. He had enough on his plate with Escobar on the loose.

When she was discharged, she didn’t call him.

There was a new keypad beside the door, and a new door in the frame. Newer, nicer than the old ones.

Perhaps I did the building a favor, she thought to herself grimly. She punched in her code and pulled at the door. It remained locked. She tried again. Still nothing.

Of. Fucking. Course.

She broke out in a cold sweat, beginning to panic. Next she punched in the code that connected to the landlady’s intercom. For a few moments there was nothing, then a crackle of static.

“Yes?” Maria’s voice was terse, an unusual tone for her.

“Maria, it’s me. From Unit 3C. I just tried my code in the door box, and-”

“Oh, you’re back already! Listen, there’s something...you know what? I’ll come down.” Maria’s voice was once again as warm as ever, even when tinged with apprehension.

“I, uh, okay,” she stammered.

It did nothing to calm her anxiety. So she stood and waited, nearly all of her weight on her right leg, her left hand stuffed in the pocket of the hoodie the hospital had given her, her right hanging limply at her side. All of what she wore had been donated to help patients who didn’t have access to other clothing. Even her underwear. She shuddered at the thought that it might be a hand-me-down.

Maria appeared then. But she didn’t open the door to invite her in - instead, she stepped outside and closed the front door behind her.

Fuck. That was a bad sign.

“How are you?” Maria asked kindly. She was a tiny little woman, her flyaway brown hair streaked with grey and pulled up into a bun and large, thick glasses that made her small, soft eyes look enormous.

“I’m fine, but I need to get my things from my apartment, and when I tried the door code -”

“All your things are gone,” Maria said, seemingly confused. “They came and took them.”

“They?”

“Those men. They said they knew you, that they were taking them to you.”

“What men? Police officers?” She could feel bile rising in her throat. Please, please say police officers.

“No,” Maria shook her head. “Not police officers. They had already left.”

So that left only one answer: the cartel.

They knew where she lived. They’d know she killed, or at least played some role in killing Manuel and the others.

That meant she wasn’t safe - she had to leave. Now.

“Right, okay. Thank you for letting me know.”

Maria called after her, asking something about money for the repairs before she could move back in, but she was gone, limping away as fast as she could.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Where could she go?

What could she do?

All of her money was gone. Her manuscript, her clothes, her passport, everything.

She was alone, completely alone, with nothing but the borrowed clothes on her back and the bottles of painkillers and antibiotics in her pocket.

Her head began to swim, breathing becoming short and heavy.

A panic attack.

Her thoughts began to cave in on her, a cataclysm of fear and sorrow and hopelessness.

Before she knew it she was leaning against the wall of the nearest building, her breathing reduced to shuddering sobs, the entire world going dark around her. She crouched and held her head even though it made her hip and shoulder scream with agony.

She didn’t know what else to do.

You’re going to die.

You fucked it all up.

Everything is your fault.

You should’ve bled out. You should’ve let them kill you.

You should die.

You’re going to die.

On repeat. Over, and over, and over.

She didn’t know how long it was before she was able to open her eyes. Her breathing had slowed, as had her thoughts. Not from any conscious effort on her part, but from pure exhaustion. She was already weak, and her body didn’t have the strength to let her panic for long.

When she rose to her feet, she was completely numb inside, a low humming of emptiness emanating from her chest and running up her spine to her head, which suddenly felt unbearably heavy. A few people from the nearest houses looked on at her with confused curiosity.

She began to walk. With no destination in mind. With no idea what the hell she was going to do or where she was going to go or how she was going to get home. At this point, she couldn’t even call her parents from a pay phone. She didn’t have a single penny or peso to spend. Perhaps she would try begging on the streets, perhaps, perhaps...perhaps…

Before she knew it her feet were leading her someplace where the streets and buildings began to look familiar, but even then, she couldn’t place why. Her limping had grown to more of a hobble as her hip protested each step with ferocity. The doctors had told her to go home and rest - lay down as much as she could, only get up when she had to. Ha. So far all she’d done was walk and stand and crouch and walk again.

Then she came to a stop outside of the door of a nondescript looking house in an okay neighborhood. A house with a red door and faint music flowing out from within. Several women stood on and beside the stoop - hair done, makeup perfect, clothing suggestive, several smoking.

“Hey, it’s you!” one of them called. Her hair was dyed a dull blonde and pulled up in a high ponytail that curled its way down to the small of her back. Her perfectly maintained brows framed her beautiful face - high cheekbones, large brown eyes rimmed by thick, dark lashes, a short, straight nose, and full lips.

Oh.

So that’s where she’d gone.

The brothel where she’d interviewed the prostitutes.

And there was Luciana, her main contributor, beckoning her over with a freshly manicured hand that held a half-gone cigarette aloft.

“Come here! Where have you been? How’s your little book going?” The other girls made room for her as she approached. Slowly. With stilted steps.

“It’s been better,” she answered honestly. Luciana frowned.

“What’s wrong? You look hurt! Here, have a cigarette.”

She took it gladly and Luciana lit it for her, her precise brows furrowing in worry.

“What happened to you?”

The other girls crowded around. She recognized more of them as she gave herself time to take in the scene. Isabella, Sofia, Jimena, Guadalupe.

“Made a client angry. Got shot,” she answered simply. Luciana gasped.

“A client? I thought you were a writer?”

“I was. I used your advice to help me get men to talk,” she answered with a forlorn smile, “and it worked for a while.”

“What are you doing here, then?” It was Sofia who spoke next, placing what was meant to be a comforting hand on her shoulder. Unfortunately, it was the shoulder where she’d been shot. She winced.

“I don’t know. I’ve just been...walking.”

“You don’t look like you should be walking,” Guadalupe noted.

“Probably not. But I have nowhere to go. My apartment was shot up and robbed.”

Luciana gave her a sympathetic look but didn’t say anything - instead she whispered in Isabella’s ear, who nodded and headed inside the house.

“So you’ve been working…?” Jimena asked hesitantly.

She nodded. “Yeah. At first for information, then for money as soon as things got...complicated.”

Complicated.

That’s all her life had been for months.

Complicated.

“When did this happen?” Sofia began to run gentle fingers through her hair, trying to make it look presentable. It was a lost cause.

“Two, three days ago? I’m not really sure.”

“Oh my God, and you’re already walking around? You need to sit! Come inside, sit, sit!” Guadalupe insisted. The other girls joined her in a chorus of worries. Before she could say anything she was being herded inside the house into a side room, separate from the main sitting area which hosted several gruff looking men eyeing them hungrily as they passed.

“Waiting for girls or beds to open up,” Jimena said with a smirk. “Sometimes, if we know they’re rich businessmen on their lunch break, we’ll make them pay up front and then just have them wait with a girl on their lap for an hour.”

It brought a smile to her face. It made her laugh. The first laugh she’d had in what felt like forever. The girls all but pushed her down onto a beaten chaise lounge on the far end of the small room as they closed the door on the leering customers.

The rest of the room was dark except for the sparse working lightbulbs that surrounded the mirrors of the outdated, well-worn theatre vanity. Given the number of makeup bags and hair curlers strewn across and beside it, she supposed this must be where the girls got ready before work and touched up between clients. It made sense that it was near the door - best to look as fresh as possible when greeting the men they’d be pumping for money.

Isabella came in then, followed by a man who was sharply dressed and styled. His inky black hair was pomaded perfectly atop his head, his beard and mustache well manicured. She thought he might be wearing a hint of eyeliner, as his large, round eyes seemed too defined to be natural.

A single extravagant dangling gold and pearl earring was fastened to one ear, a modest, small gold hoop in the other. He wore a sharp Italian suit with a peacock feather patterned shirt beneath it. Freshly pressed. Expensive. He had simple gold cufflinks and well oiled leather shoes. A navy silk ascot was wrapped around his throat. He looked poised and polished, as if he were putting on a show - a show of wealth, to be exact.

He must run the place.

“Gio,” Luciana announced. “This is her.”

He surveyed her, his expression unreadable.

“You need room and board?” He asked, voice silky and lilted.

The blatant question took her by surprise.

“I, uh, yes,” she stammered, caught off guard.

“You have experience in this line of work?”

She nodded. “Not much, but some.”

“You’ve been injured recently?”

She nodded again, swallowing nervously. “Shot.”

His eyebrows went up at that, his hand coming to rest on his chin as he cocked his head to the side, observing her more intently. His fingers were laden with gold and jeweled rings.

“Where?”

“My shoulder and hip,” she answered, gesturing to her wounds. Where was he going with this?

“Hmm,” Gio hummed. “I don’t know if we can work with that.”

“She can do all the easy stuff,” Sophia piped up. “The hand stuff and blowjobs.”

Oh.

The girls were trying to get her work and a place to stay. It was so unexpected that she felt tears prick at the back of her eyes. Everything had been so awful, she’d felt so hopeless. And out of nowhere, with no cause, these women were trying to save her.

Would she ever not be in someone’s debt?

“We’ll try her out tomorrow night. When the room closest to the stairs opens up, you can have it.” He gave her one final look over before turning towards the door. “Back to work, ladies.”

She didn’t know what to say. In a matter of minutes she’d gone from homeless and jobless to having a place to sleep, at least for one night, and the chance to earn a job.

“Thank you,” she stammered. “I don’t -”

“Don’t worry about it,” Luciana waved her off. “A spot opened up recently, and we already know we like you.”

She nodded, not knowing what else to do. Isabella took her by the arm then.

“Do you want something to eat?”

She hadn’t realized it until just then, but she was starving.

“Yes, please.”

A few of the girls led her from the room, eagerly scurrying back to the kitchen, while others stayed in the sitting area, greeting the men who had been waiting for them.

#i kind of feel bad for using these tags since Javi isn't in this chapter but #it is a series focused around him so #???#narcos #narcos fanfiction #narcos fanfic #Javier Peña #Javier Peña fanfiction #Javier Peña fanfic #Javier Peña fic #fanfiction #fanfic #pedro pascal #I guess #lmao Javi isn't in this should Pedro even be tagged #little lies

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captain-black-water · 4 years

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Three characters similar to mine : I’chi Tia

Tagged by: @thegildedgun ! Thank you Fishy<3

Qrow Branwen | RWBY

I’chi’s OG inspiration! Qrow and I’chi share many qualities, being generally likable and charming characters with an edge. They do good, value the well being of others that they care about, and typically put their own well being second to those they love. They even share the same vice, being alcoholics as a way of coping with hopelessness and self loathing. There’s sadness and pain to them, bad habits, that keeps them from being seen as role models, despite how otherwise warm hearted and genuinely good they might be! The casts them in the light of the anti-hero of their story. When I was originally creating I’chi, Qrow came to mind a lot - his mannerisms, voice (which *cough* if you follow anything RWBY related, you’ll know what that’s unfortunate now), and charm all appealed to the type of character I was trying to make with I’chi, and I channeled him a lot in the earlier days of I’chi’s character.

Garrett Hawke (Sarcastic) | Dragon Age 2

Yes, another sarcastic, dark haired bad boy. Whose color scheme in that gif seems to be creating... a pattern. Unintentional! I have to specify that this applies to a Hawke played using the sarcastic/purple dialogue options, as that’s definitely the version of the character that most aligns with I’chi’s personality! Once again, Garrett Hawke and I’chi are both men who place a strong value on those that they love, risking life and limb to keep them safe. They’re maintain a cool optimism during even the most difficult of times, as well as a quick, dry wit that often gets them into trouble. They are the leaders in their group, more often than not because they’re the only one who can be counted on to make tough decisions when necessary. Furthermore, they’ve both been inexplicably thrust into a destiny bigger than them, with their actions serving to effect more than just their own life, but the lives of many to come.

Adali Silversun | World of Warcraft

So this is probably cheating, as Adali is one of my own characters, but I put her on this list because I’m running out of ideas I’chi is, more or less, the spiritual successor of Adali’s concept. Adali was a very beloved character of mine who dealt heavily with feelings of self loathing, not dissimilar to I’chi. Because of her mixed heritage, her perfectionism, and her insecurities, she put herself in a box - convinced so thoroughly of the world’s hatred of her that she denied any and everyone even the chance to prove that she could be loved, adapting her unique ability to cloak herself in dense shadows and disappear to become as much of a ghost as one could be while still alive. Though I’chi might not be able to disappear quite like Adali, he hides himself in different ways; drowning his sorrows in booze, jumping into bed with people quicker than they can even learn his name, and using humor to deflect and distract from painful realities - all because he loathes his truth and what he has done, seeing himself as unforgivable and unworthy of love. Both of these characters deal with the hardship of anxiety and depression, clouding their minds from the truth of the world - that not everyone is out to screw you over, and maybe they just want to get to know you.

#tag meme #tagged

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inexchangeforyoursoul · 4 years

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@nagasleeps ... you unknowingly made me sweat blood upon getting the prompts lmfao 😅 (fake dating?? spo rT S??? so many things, none of which I’m into asgdsfafsd,,,)

Getting over the initial turmoil and the need to hire a deep web hitman to assassinate me, however, I thought about it… and yes, I’ve always liked the aesthetics™ of figure skating and racing, so it wasn’t ~that~ hopeless of a case,,, All in all, I ended up revamping a scene from a half-done fic to feature the LoV (instead of the Todofam bc latter are the og cast in the other thing so they were out of bounds but sssh)

I was vibrating when you reacted to the Happy Feet joke, so I really really hope you’ll enjoy the rest just as much!! ✨ MERRY LATE CRAMPUS AND A HAPPY NEW YEEEEAH

OH right: have an ao3 link that will likely read better lmao

“Can I?”

The question itself takes everyone for a loop, but the real catch that makes heads turn is the barely contained excitement in Hawks’ voice. Then there’s his face, too, which is that of a kid on their first festival.

It quickly turns into an embarrassed blush that he tries to hide behind the collar of his jacket, but the damage has already been done- not only did he speak up like that, but it happened just a split second after everyone has unanimously started to move on.

“Can you?” grunts Dabi into the awkward silence with a raised brow, nodding towards the ice rink. He was a few steps ahead of them already, targeting what seemed to be the nearest punch stall available.

Hawks tagged along for the Christmas fair visit in Deika because he figured he might multitask and try this buddy thing with Jin and also catch a few snippets of info, but watching the kids slipping around on the ice when they stopped by the rink… did things to him. Nostalgic, dangerous things.

“You skate, Hawks?” Himiko asks with a glint in her eye. She also doesn't hesitate to turn back and bounce towards the rink, obviously interested in… either him, the fact, or the place itself. He's yet to get a grasp on the girl.

“ … ” His brows pull up as he sulks on behind the makeshift barrier. “... I could. A little.”

She hops against the railing, balancing over the dangerously unstable structure. “Oooh, that's neat! What are we waiting for then?”

Wait, we?

Hawks is almost surprised enough to say it out loud, which… nice save. That sounds all kinds of counterproductive.

Doesn't help with the emotion reflecting on his face, though.

“What’s that face for?” she asks with a pout, looking almost offended before hopping back down. “I’m not going to pass up some fun, if you’re going, I’m going, too.”

“Ah---”

“Me, too!! Me, too!!!” pops Twice’s head up from nowhere between them.

“--- I see.”

“Well then,” Himiko says, her grump already forgotten as she's planting a hearty pat on Jin's head. “Can you skate, Jin?”

His brows, if they exist, inch closer as he squints, as if thinking… but he also immediately says a plain “Hell no.”

“Want me to teach you, then?”

That one rouses a confident “HELL YEAH!!” on the other hand, and he pulls on the drawstrings of his hoodie with such force that he not only disappears up to the nosetip, but an audible ripping sound also conveys the hoodie’s dislike of the abuse.

“Buckle up, then!" Himiko states with her hands on her hips. "First we’ll need some shoes, though. Also, you should get up from the ground, can’t skate like that.”

The man jumps straight into a salute upon hearing that. Considering that his coat is hanging off his head like a tent, it's quite a sight. “Aye aye, Toga sensei!!”

Hawks can’t help but let the uncertain hum break free; he is not sure he’s ready to make a clown out of himself… or that he could still stand upright at all, as a baby bird he was quite a midget. And a lot closer to the ground in case he hit it, making it less, well, scary.

“Mister, you coming too, right?” asks Himiko turning back to the two leftovers of the group.

“Oh…? Oh, sure! Ha ha…” he starts, the nervousness hardly hidden in his voice.

A stone falls from Hawks’ heart; there’s another clown in the making…

The old man (?) is so full of it, though. Just look at him. The only thing holding him back from stuttering is state of the art bullshitting skills…

“--- it is a highly refined form of showmanship, of course I---”

“You’re so full of shit, old man.”

… IT WASN’T HIM. IT WASN’T HIM WHO SAID THAT, RIGHT?!

Said old man’s monologue stops with a soft ‘ah’ of mixed shock and horror… followed by both hands pressed tight over his wounded pride and heart. Not even the mask can hide the damage done.

“Dabiii, you can’t just steal the big man’s thunder like that…” speaks up Jin as he peels a hole for himself on the hood to look out of.

Oh, thank GOD.

The offender isn’t shaken by the callout in the least.

“He should just admit he can’t skate,” Dabi shrugs, turning back to wherever he was headed before the minute disturbance began. “Anyway… I’m off to drown myself in mulled wine or whatever they have for sale. Smell y’all later.”

Yeesh… that’s cold.

… actually, getting Dabi alone out of the picture has made this issue of being seen stumbling around half as intimidating. Which Hawks isn’t gonna complain about.

A few minutes later he’s already received his pair of skates and is mentally preparing for the task at hand. And also trying to calm down, because honestly? He’s excited.

First things first, though, for a change his wings are more of a liability while doing this, so he gets rid of most of the feathers. Only after piling them up in the corner of the coat (more along the lines of 'bag') check room does he try the skates from a few angles on the plastic covered ground. They may be rented, but in comparison to the pair of battered ones he found by a trash container as a kid, few sizes too big then and now just as small, anything shone as long as they fit the task.

With a deep breath, he decides to give this a try and steps into the rink. One leg, then the other… a slow start at low speed, but he’ll have to remember how to stop as well… Yeah, this will do.

Having gained some confidence on the field, he also manages to get out of the way of Toga and Twice as they burst onto the ice with reckless abandon, the latter obviously having no experience in the rink as he finishes the action mopping up every person and shaved particle in his wake.

Hawks skates up to him with a raised brow as Himiko giggles on and makes her rounds around the sprawling man. "You okay there, mate?"

His face that peeks out of the fluffy hoodie still pulled closely around his head looks either really focused… or 100% out of it. Maybe embarrassed, or having a religious experience. Hawks can't tell. In the end, he summarizes his status as follows:

"... yes."

“I told you, didn't I?” chips in Himiko, too, now that she’s over her giggling fit. “Can’t skate while on the ground. Though, if someone can do it… it’s probably you.”

"I'd say he's still got better chances with the usual method," Hawks muses out loud before offering a hand. (Not the best idea. Jot that down, Hawks: Bubaigawara Jin not only is nimble, but also heavy. Easily two-times-your-weight heavy if wings are not included. Do not engage in close combat.)

Nearly ending up on the ice aside, he notes that the number of people in the rink has dwindled down quite a bit in the past minute. Whether the masses are intimidated, afraid, or just conscious of the dumbassery of the big guns, Hawks doesn’t know.

Nor care about, really- more space for him to fuck around. Speaking of which…

He leaves the two jokers behind as Toga starts to legitimately tell Twice how to stand on the ice, and picks up just enough speed to test whether he can do another thing he usually can’t because of his wings.

The first attempt doesn’t go all that well, as he nearly slips when the skate he’s balancing on hiccups upon a deeper trail cut by others; on the second, he manages to stand on one leg, which is half of the battle, alright. He takes a second of a breather to stretch his legs before taking the route back towards the entrance again, checking in on how Twice is faring while he’s at it; seems to be going well for him. A little shaky, but he doesn’t fall ass backwards anymore.

He takes a deep sigh to collect some second hand inspiration, then shoots off to where Mister Compress’ hat has entered the field.

Hawks lifts a leg again, but this time, he also reaches behind his back to get a hold of the blade that should be riiight about… there!

Just sliding in a straight line and not stretched enough for this shit so it hurts like hell? Yes.

It would hurt even if he had stretched, to be frank.

But!! One day, he’s gonna do a legit Biellmann spin, you just watch.

“Why, Starling…!” Mister calls out with an air of awe, the doom and gloom finally lifting from his stance as the blonde is shaking his leg loose. He does stay suspiciously close to the entrance all along, though. “This comes to you as easy as flying does!”

“Could be worse,” he yells back as the momentum from the bend takes him the opposite direction.

Frankly, some may see it as cheating… but his feathers are an amazing addition he's gonna use to the fullest when on ice. So what if he has sonars to know how and where he’ll touch ground, or where to look for his feet from behind? Anyone with functional legs can do this without the help, they just need a little more practice. And why wouldn’t they? This is as close as anyone else can get to flying themselves, and boy is it a lot of fun!!

In fact, he’s so psyched that he does a pretty decent, simple Axel, nailing the landing after. Nice~

Hawks doesn’t bother opening his eyes for the next few minutes, just enjoying the chilly wind pinching his face and ears even pinker. Only then does he look up when someone with a whiff of some peach flavored alcoholic drink is about to cross his way… and goes as far as holding him by the waist, even if it’s for the fleeting moment he needs to grab his arm and spin them around in a circle.

“Not bad for a chicken.”

What the fuck, it’s Dabi.

The suspiciously happy man smirks over the baffled expression that appears on the hero's face. “You should check whether there’s a Happy Feet on Ice project, you could even make it.” Having said that, he gives Hawks a spin and joins him for the next round across the rink.

Wait a goddamn sec…

The blonde looks around with mild suspicion; he’s just noticed that Dabi is keeping up with him fine, which means… he can skate? “I thought you didn’t do, like, sports?”

He is pretty adamant on whining and moaning whenever the need to do anything but stand around menacingly arises… which is understandable, since, um… isn’t this a little… painful with a Frankensteined body like that?

Actually, it definitely is painful, because there’s one--- scratch that, now it’s two red stains on the white shirt poking out from under that ridiculous coat, and--- and blood dripping from one of his elbows, what the sincere fuck. Can he not feel that?!

“Spiked enough to do some stupid shit,” comes the enlightening sigh of an answer as they take the curve at rather high speeds, the faint smell of something not punch like also apparent on his breath. Makes the fact of him coming up close again less alarming, at the very least; a drunk (if not high as a kite…) Dabi averages out as more annoying, and less of a threat. And double the creepy, but that’s beside the point.

“You ready, birdie?”

… okay, maybe there is some room left for worry.

“Ready fo… huh?” The villain has his hands firmly around Hawks' waist now, as if preparing to--- no, there’s no way, he’s such a stick man, but still, the mere possibility…

“Fly!!!”

“WhaaAA---?!” By the time he realizes that Dabi really has that exact thing on his clearly not quite lucid mind when picking up some more speed on the straight line ahead of them, he’s already airborne. Hell if he’s counting how many turns he is doing, but damn it all, he has bigger problems at hand- first, he's actually getting dizzy, and he’s never dizzy with the exception of concussions and being sick, which is concerning, but maybe it’s due to fear. Second, he needs to recalculate his fall right fucking now, because this cackling asshat has managed to throw him quite high and he's also off-balance. He has trouble landing on solid ground when plucked near clean like this as-is, fuck, he's falling already, fuck fuck fuck fUCK---

It costs him a nearly sprained ankle, some panicked arm and wing flapping and an instant heart attack, but he manages to stick the landing somehow. He’s shaking like jello as Mister claps on and Jin and Himiko cry an awed WOOO HOOO, though. In fact, his legs that he’s using as something to lean on now are about to finally give in under him.

Hawks also just about gives into the temptation of collapsing on the spot as his momentum dies off at last… if not for some fucker capitalizing on the situation and dipping him for good measure.

Dabi also adds a hearty chuckle while doing so, certainly pleased at the mess the other is right now. “And here I thought you couldn’t be shaken.”

“I saw… my life flashing before my eyes, asshole,” he breathes between wheezes, contemplating whether he should grab onto the guy, because just hanging around doesn’t make for a stable setup and he’d rather not risk one of the concussions he's been thinking of.

A cock of the head aside, all he gets is an eyeroll. “Sure seem happy about it, don't you.”

Well, now that the villain points it out… Hawks certainly is grinning like an idiot, and has been for a while. For whatever reason, he also starts giggling uncontrollably at that.

“Shut up, will you,” he snickers while trying to find something to hang an arm onto.

It’s little use in the end, because Himiko decides to slide right into Dabi’s leg, both ruining a chance for a comeback and collapsing the unbalanced circus act.

He keeps giggling through Dabi’s moans of discontent and more, though. These few minutes were the most fun he’s had in a decade, if not more.

He's coming over tomorrow, too.

#ctabb ss 2019 #Kate writes #dabihawks #but only low key #Takami Keigo #Dabi #Sako Atsuhiro #Toga Himiko #Bubaigawara Jin #bnha hawks

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eye-raq · 5 years

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Who named you?!!!

Erik Stevens x Beulah May Jenkins 😊

Warnings: HUMOR, and I guess fluff.

Summary: (imagine Erik finding out his girl got an old ass name) Erik and his girl get ready to go out to a house warming of her families, but before they go Erik stumbles upon some “new” information.

I hope y’all like this little one shot that me and my friends in the group chat cooked up 😂😂😂 we some goofy bitches. Not really tagging alot of people because this is meant for a little fun to read I guess lol. I hope its good.

“What the fuck? LAH LAH!!”

Lah Lah was in the middle of laying her baby hairs, putting her faux locs up in a bun, wearing high waisted ligh wash jeans, a crop top in red and a pair of black heels.

“Erik clearly I’m fucking busy babe!”

“Nah this some serious shit here! Don’t make me have to tell yo ass twice.”

She groans loudly, stomping out of the bathroom and down the hall to their master bed room. When she enters, she stumbles backward, her ankle sort of twisting awkwardly now shooting pain up her calve from her heels.

The color drained from her face, she was haunted.

“Who the hell is Beulah May Jenkins?!” Erik was shirtless, only in his Jean joggers and Nike vapor max plus.

She had a pained look on her face as she sped over, snatching up the ID, holding it behind her back.

“None of your got damn business! OOOO!! Damn why you going through my shit?!” She was throwing a minnie tempo tantrum. Erik noticed how jumpy she was, eyes looking anywhere but at him. He had a peering look in his eyes, tongue running over his upper teeth.

“Number one, your shit was near my shit. I found this fucking thing under my side of the bed. Number two-“

“Number TWO sit your big ass DOWN, and shut the fuck UP.” She pressed with irritation, counting off on her fingers dramatically trying to divert his attention away from where he was headed.

“So kindly get dressed so we can be outta here.” She wanted it to be over but surely she knew that Erik wouldn’t let this go. He clapped his hands together so loud it echoed off the walls.

“AYEEE! Let’s turn this shit back around Lah Lah Loopsy!!” He sounded out, holding up two fingers.

“Number two, why the fuck you got Big Mama name on here instead of Lah Lah?!” He gave her a quizzical look.

Lah Lah’s eyes almost left her sockets.

“What the fuck you in Lah Lah land or some shit?!” He glowered, scuffing afterwards.

“It’s-it’s not-I.” She could rip her hair out. She could not believe this was happening right now.

Before she could even think, Erik snatched up the ID again.

“ERIK STOP!!” She could cry hard.

She felt her heart race, her leg jiggled with anxiety. This was a huge secret for her.

Erik scanned the ID with his large muscular back facing her, silence between them. The only sound that could be heard was him tapping the card with his fingers. Lah Lah just stood there hugging herself, eyes burning a hole into his back. After what felt like a minute, she watches as Erik shakes his head, taking in a long obnoxious deep breath, before turning back around, scratching his brow.

“Lah Lah...From What I have gathered, it appears this is, YOUR drivers license and not some practical joke from Spencer’s gift shop.” He spoke with fake professionalism. He gazed, one eyebrow flicked upwards into his dreads.

Lah Lah ass couldn’t even speak.

“The name on this drivers license reads, Beulah May-“ he clears his throat, a fist to his mouth.

“Sorry, I had a tickle in my throat, but the name here reads Beulah May Jenkins.” He pointed to each name, from first to last, confusion written on his face, his own words scrambled.

“So in my head I’m like nah uh uh fuck that shit this can’t be her with this geriatric ass name, but then I look below it and see 10/15/1989.” He laughs as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“This is DEFINITELY a real ID and everything too.”

She looked as if she were going to faint. He fixed her with a hard gaze.

“It appears that my girl going to late night bingo with Dolores and Betty.” He stared briefly as if curious and evasive.

Lah Lah let out a long agonizing breath, shaking her head before placing her hands on her hips.

“So basically you wanna play?! Either way you know it’s mines nigga!!!” She could crap her pants right now from the embarrassment.

Erik folds his arms over his bare chest.

“Who did this shit to you? Who named you?!” He tried to convey a sincere tone but Lah Lah... Beulah knew that Erik was working his way up to clowning her more.

“Who was it?! Miss Karen or Mr Rod?” Erik licked at his bottom lip with a smirk slowly rising.

“Ole soul food ass name. You gonna tell me who it was?! Or stay mute?! I’m already flabbergasted.” He was struggling not to unravel with laughter.

“It was my DAD ERIK.” She was hopeless at this point. Trust Beulah always wondered why the fuck her father would do that shit!

“NAH NOT TRIPPLE OG ROD.” Erik shook his head frantically, LITERALLY DISTRAUGHT.

“Yes bitch ass nigga it was my damn daddy! Idk maybe he was drunk or some shit why don’t you ask him yourself.”

“Mannnnnnn” He slid his hand down his face.

“What was your mama doing though? She ain’t have a say?” His voice sort of broke from the laughter that wanted to burst.

“She said my Dad wanted to remember his great grandson through me so..”

“Great Grandson?” Erik scrunches his face, shaking his head slightly while his dreads shifted a little on his forehead.

“You know what the fuck I meant. Grandmom fool.”

“Damn...you remember the Civil Rights Movement?” He sat down then, hand under his chin, his leg crossed animatedly.

She was shamefaced. Beulah wanted to press rewind to stop this shit from happening.

“How about I sing this for you maybe your old ass will remember 🎶 we shall over come/ we shall overcome 🎶 “ you remember that? He had this vacant expression as if to play stupid.

“Erik I sware to fucking God I’m gonna fuck you up.”

“You sure you can do that? That osteoporosis ain’t killing you baby?” He spoke that with a fake elderly voice.

She could literally feel the steam blow from her ears. She just wanted to drink, check out her older cousins new place, stuff her face, and dance. Now things were taking a turn for the worse.

“You know what else makes this shit funny?!” That wide dimpled smile was unstoppable.

“Humor me.”

“You really call yourself Lah Lah in short for Beulah.”

This man was in shambles. He couldn’t hardly breath, the entire situation hard to get over.

“All them times your fingers locked up from stroking this dick, damn baby! You got arthritis, osteoporosis, next thing you know you’ll have kyphosis from me blowing your back out.”

“What the FUCK is Kyphrosis?”

“A hump back.” Erik goofy ass wheezed.

“I ain’t the one using a fake name ERIK STEVENS.” Beulah wasn’t really good with come backs.

“Oh nah uh uh don’t put me in that category I’m not the one with a name that belong to a women who was 30 during the prohibition.”

Lah Lah began to retort but her cellphone rang.

“Hello?! Oh...sorry mama. Yeah me and Erik are on our way now.” Lah Lah snapped her fingers at Erik to get dressed, watching him lift from the bed with his eyes dancing with humor, picking up his plain white t shirt and north face windbreaker in red and black. Lah Lah hung up the phone quick, turning to Erik with a scolding look.

“Now I hope you got all your laughs in nigga. Please don’t keep this shit up at the party E.”

Erik shrugged.

“Not making any promises, depends on how my mind feels.” She rolled her eyes, grabbing her things before heading out with Erik.

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“Hey! Lah and Erik are here!”

Erik greets her family, his mind taking in the fact that even her own family called her Lah. Erik felt reassured and happy that everyone were thinking the same thing. While here at the party, it became so unbearable to keep quiet once he saw her father talking it up in the kitchen with a glass of gin.

“Erik! What’s happening young blood?” He shook Erik’s hand, while he said hi to the others.

“Nothing much Mr. Rod, just hanging in there.”

Lah Lah enters, giving her love to everyone before grabbing up a punch bowl, leading her cousin towards the dining room.

“She still got you calling her Lah Lah Erik?” The way her drunk uncle asked that could have had him spitting out his drink in laughter.

“I’m still trying to understand why your old tired ass named your daughter Beulah.” One of her Father’s friends shook his head.

“For as long as I know, I would NEVER ever ever ever get with a girl named Beulah, sound like a name you would give a senior citizen.”

Erik couldn’t take it. He snorted a laughter into his cup, juice bubbles forming.

“Man I remember when I held her in my arms, she was so beautiful, still is. I asked this bastard what her name was.” He friend looked up at Erik, giving him complete eye contact.

“Well, you could probably guess what it was right?”

This caused some of the other men to chime in with chuckles.

“Beulah May Jenkins.” Erik actually took his time to sound that out in a sweet old lady voice, causing an uproar from the men, including her Dad.

“Back then man I was down about my great grandmom so I gave her that name.”

“When was your Great Grandmom born?” Erik asked.

“1901.”

“And when was Lah Lah born?”

“1989.”

“So why in the HELL...you know what.” Her Dads friend waved him away.

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“Here, I got you a drink.”

Lah Lah reaches out to grab the cup only to find prune juice inside.

“Erik...What the FUCK is this?!”

“Prune Juice, itll help with your chronic constipation.”

Lah Lah just about had it. She kept from Erik because of this and now he wouldn’t stop. She needed to change her name quick and fast.

“Nigga I sware on my life-“

“Don’t say shit like that Beulah baby! You only 80.”

She tossed the cup in the trash angrily.

The one thing he did that had her ready to leave caused some people to laugh.

Erik made her a plate, bringing it outside to one of the picnic tables. She reached out for it but instead Erik sat it down with his, taking a knife and fork to cut it up.

“Since you so damn cripple I gotta chop this meat up for you.” He hummed to himself, cutting her grilled chicken and steak so fine it looked like already chewed food.

“Keep it up, and I’m chopping the meat between your legs with a butcher knife.”

This man even tried to spoon feed her. She didn’t even bother eating, instead grabbing her things, saying her last goodbyes, and leaving.

Home Lah Lah didn’t speak to Erik and she practically ignored him like he wasn’t there. Eventually sleep overtook him and he was a snoring mess. She had enough of his snoring in her ear, taking her foot and kicking him off the bed rough. He landed in a loud thump that caused her to chuckle to herself.

After about a day of no torture from Erik, Lah Lah-Beulah

Started believing Erik was done with his antics. She had plans to get her name permanently changed to Lah Lah or some other shit. Erik could be heard coming home, Lah Lah in the kitchen cooking chili.

“Hey Lah! I got a gift for you c’mere.”

She put the chili on simmer, finally walking into the living room to greet her man.

“Hey how was work?”

“It was good as always.” Erik pulls out a gift bag for her, a handsome smile on his face.

“Here you go baby.”

Lah Lah was beyond happy, she always loved gifts from him. She made herself comfortable on the couch, removing the gift wrap before staring down at a folded piece of fabric with an ugly floral design.

“Erik…”

She pulled out the fabric, letting it fall open to reveal a dress that looked like it belonged in the 1940s to some old as cat lady. It was dingy as well, and it smelled like cat piss.

“I figured you would love it. It suits you fine Beulah.”

She truly believed that this man was through.

“STILL ON THAT SAME SHIT HUH?!”

Erik pointed to the bag.

“One more gift left, and you better open it Miss Jenkins.”

Lah Lah angrily pulls a small box out the bag that had a gold ribbon. A sudden hope for something perfect came to her but that all came crashing down like a thunderstorm. She was staring down at a life alert necklace.

Lah Lah had this blank expression on her face, eyes never leaving that box. Erik could not control his laughter once she pulled the top off, he was on the floor now clutching his stomach.

“You May need to wear that when we fucking cuz I don’t need your ass to have a heart attack.”

Lah Lah through the box at him, groaning.

“ITS OVER E! The jokes over it’s dead now.”

“Not when you kick me off the bed it isn’t. You try that shit again and I’m calling you Beulah from here on out and I don’t give a fuck who hear!”

She side eyed him before lifting from the couch. She was about done with him dragging this shit out.

“If my name is such a damn problem then bounce nigga!” Erik rolled his eyes, lifting from the floor to follow her.

“You can’t take a joke?! I’m only messing with yo uptight ass.”

“You hate my name admit it!” She was being a cry baby now, folding her arms and pouting.

Erik walks up to her, rubbing her arms soothingly.

“Baby no, Beulah is a beautiful name.” She met his eyes, disbelief in them.

“Okay okay its a little cringe.”

She glared.

“A smidge more cringe..” she shoved him.

“BUT I love you. And I will always love you. It was a good laugh and I’m sorry if I offended you aight?”

He pinked her cheek, causing her too look away.

“Aye, cut that shit out Lah.” Erik pulls out another box, Lah Lah staring at it with caution.

“What’s this? A pace maker?!” She didn’t trust it.

“I promise I’m done.”

Lah Lah grabbed the box, taking off the lid to find pink diamond earrings. She shakes her head, a small smile creeping up before giggling to herself.

“Wow...they are actually beautiful asshole.”

She looked up at him and his goofy grin, the laughter uncontrollable now.

“Now cut that shit out and give daddy a kiss.”

She leans up on her tip toes, kissing him softly.

“You still don’t want the life alert though? You may need it in a minute miss Beulah.”

She couldn’t even argue with him, motioning for him to get the box with the life alert so she could wear it.

Erik was amused by this, watching her put it around her neck.

“I want my back blown out, and DONT give me a hump back.”

They both laughed in unison.

@panthergoddessbast @whoramilaje @allhailnjadaka @hearteyes-for-killmonger @vikkidc @ange-sensuel @thehomierobbstark @blackpantherismyish @eriknutinthispoosy @trevantesbrat

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thebeautifulisalwaysbizarre · 5 years

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I was tagged by @vildeliens thank you Queen (of clowns and headcanoons) ❤️

Pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions, don’t cheat. Tag 10 (or however many) people.

Skam France

The Walking Dead

Doctor Who

Torchwood

1. Who is your favourite character in 2? Well that one is easy as hell. Lucas Lallemant, without the shadow of a doubt. I just adore that boy... I really do believe that he’s the most developed character of the whole skam universe. Also, i relate to him so so much, being parisian and 17 and queer and just, globally similar. And that Acting (TM) sure helps (will i ever be over axel’s acting? I dont think so)... I am gonna stop before i write essays (you all think this is a joke but i actually write random stuff about Lucas when i get bored in class, thats how bad it is). I just really love this boy folks...

2. Who is your least favourite character in 1? Well that’s an easy one too. Vernon Schillinger, because he is a neonazi, which is enough. And he is just plain BAD (rapist, murderer, coward, blackmailer... you name it)... And it’s not even a love hate situation, i despise the guy so much, he makes me wanna crawl off my skin whenever he is on screen. Also i think he’s quite one dimensional which is very weird for that show but yeah. He is The Bad Guy.

3. What is your favourite episode of 4? Well that’s a harder one lmao, because you know, the show has been going on since 1963, which means i have many many favourites... Imma go only with reboot, cause thats the one i know better and i have to say it’s the one i enjoy the most. I think my all time fave is the two parts one, The Empty Child and The Doctor Dances, because those are just so perfect in every aspect imo. But i also love love love the library arc from season 4 (i think lmao) because KUDOS FOR MAKING US INSENSITIVE ABOUT A CHARACTER’S DEATH ONLY FOT IT TO KILL US LATER (and overall the episodes are so so good). Also, because i’m a hoe for big dramatic moments, the episodes with the Master (end of s3 and end of s4 mainly, i dont really like Missy) and the two parts The Stolen Earth/Journey’s end (i remember being so hyped by all of them squading up). Also, it’s not an episode but it deserves its place there: the entire season 6. Because Matt Smith, Karen Gillan, Alex Kingston and Arthur Darvill are just so good. I didnt really enjoy seasons 8 to 10 (even tho i adore Peter Capaldi), but season 7 also has some that i loved (Angels in Manhattan and The Name of the Doctor killed me). And the 50th anniversary. I MEAN THIS IS COMPLICATE I LOVE THIS SHOW SO MUCH IT HAS SO MANY GOOD EPISODES (and it’s the first show i got obsessed with so theres that)

4. What is your favourite season of 5? I think i’ll go with season 2 (?), because i love the og squad and they were all in it in s2, and i think the arcs were done really well (and the last episode, haha, me dead)... S3 and 4 i enjoyed less cause i think the teams didn’t really work without Tosh, Owen and Ianto... I couldn’t really find that magic again (and yes i’m still bitter).

5. Who is your favourite couple in 3? It’s hard to find ALIVE people to form couples with lmao so i’ll go with one that is in kinda stand-by... it’s complicate... Rick and Michonne cause i loved how they were best friends first and how their whole story was built... It made a lot of sense to me. Also i love the show less nowadays but i think those are still strong characters (minus Rick now lol)

6. Who is your favourite couple in 2? I had to snort. I know, it’s going to surprise you all, but it’s Manon and Charles OF COURSE. Kidding (pls. break. them. up). It’s Eliott and Lucas (how many of you all are surprised) because. Do i need to explain. Just. Everything. I can’t even put it into words. they’re just a perfect match and so in tune and so in love and i should stop now but i won’t so i’m sorry. I love how they complete each other and understand each other, and i loved how Lucas made Eliott’s dream real (polaris), and i love how they arent perfect yet they learn with each other and they make each other better . I love how cute they look and how in love and how raw. I love the way Lucas’ voice softens when he talks to eliott, and the way eliott’s eyes are so full of wonder. Also the way they fight sometimes but always come back to each other and love stronger. And their ship names literally means “chosen one”, how could I not ship? LISTEN THEY JUST FIT OKAY AND I WONT TAKE ANY CRITICISM

7. What is your favourite episode of 1? oh god i don’t remember them all at all lmao but imma try to come up with one (not 22838 like i normally do). So i’d say 4x11 (revenge is sweet)?? but honestly the show is so continuous that its hard to choose one ep... id say s4 is my favourite hands down though

8. What is your favourite episode of 5? YES THAT I CAN!! it’s from season 1, even though i love s2 better overall, Countrycide. I loved everything about that ep, and it still sends shivers down my spine when i think about it. I particularly enjoyed how it depicted the team’s relationships and how it showed that monsters can be amongst mankind (which, we been knew, but still. it was very well done for a show that fights aliens to fight humans)

9. What is your favourite season of 2? Another easy one! Season 3, as my entire blog can attest. It’s just. A masterpiece. That’s it that’s the post.

10. How long have you watched 1? I bingewatched it in like two months (cause i had to take breaks because school) in 2016. It’s a show that ended around 2000 so it’s not like i HAD to wait, and the episodes aren’t really stand alone so i had to watch them in a row.

11. How did you become interested in 3? I started watching with my dad because he is a cinephile that shows me loads of movies and tv series, then showed it to my mom. And now my dad stopped watching so i watch it with my mom exclusively even though i dont enjoy as much as i used to (still love it though).

12. Who is your favourite actor in 4? Matt Smith (even though i adored Eccleston, and couldn’t appreciate Tennant’s AMAZINGNESS cause i was too sad to see 9 go aoimjdk). But Matt Smith is the funniest, most Doctor-ish one imo.

13. Which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5? This is gonna sound like a betrayal to shows i’ve watched for so many years but Skam France, hands down. (i’m obsessed okay)

14. Which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3? 3 because it has more eps and i’m caught up with both, so logically its 3.

15. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be? Umh i think i’m kinda similar to Clara in some ways (?). Maybe. Like in the way we’re both hopeless romantic in search of an adventurous life. Plus, she is a lgbt+ icon and you can’t convince me otherwise so there’s that. i mean i think i globally identify with companions cause i wanna be them so bad lmao (imagine how cool it would be for my nerdy self ugh). But i look like a Sontaran so. Mayhaps i’d be one of those instead

16. Would a crossover between 3 and 4 work? umh that’d be funny as hell. The Doctor just jumping in a zombie apocalypse. Though i think they’d find a way to stop the apocalypse, so the second show would be annihilated by the first one. Mmh. Interesting still, up for it (i’m up for anything tbh)

17. Pair two characters in 1 who would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple? That’s the hardest one i had to answer GOD. I’d go with the crack ship, Ryan O’Reilly and Miguel Alvarez, tho they would both kill me and then burn my body if they ever saw this

18. Overall, which show has the better storyline, 3 or 5? Weeeelll i think The Walking Dead used to have an amazing storyline (the Governor’s arc was spectacular), but now i’d go with Torchwood cause sometimes (a lot of times), shows that don’t try to make it last for ages tie everything better. And Torchwood did tie things well enough imo (even tho i’m forever sad and bitter)

19. Which has the better theme music, 2 or 4? I don’ think Skam France has a theme music?? more like soundtracks (amazing ones)??? But i mean even if it did Doctor Who would still win cause the themes are fantastic (yes i went there)

This was so fun guys so imma tag @evnisak, @isak-valterssen, @jebentnietalleen, @demauryy, @srodvlv, @takaoparadise, @starcassstic, @thebananaslug, @sleepingthroughmyproblems, @akalousthings and anyone else i forgot, or anyone wanting to do this really

#oz hbo #skamfr #the walking dead #doctor who #this got uselessly long #im sorry everyone

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evakfanficsrecs · 7 years

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Hey lovelies! Just asking if you guys would be doing another fluff rec list this week?? Thank you so much, and hope you have a wonderful day! ❤️❤️❤️

Hi, dear!

We weren’t necessarily planning on it, but since you’ve asked… :) Here’s some fluff that I’ve recently (mostly in the past week or so) read and enjoyed! (Older lists can be found in our Fluff tag.)

ONESHOTS:

The Boy Who Saved Me by smilewrightSummary: Isak has a plan for his five year anniversary, and it involves video editing.

kjære isak by atthebarricadeSummary: A love letter to Isak Valtersen in five parts.

The Chance you Gave Me by justwhateverSummary: Even hasn’t been doing so well recently, and Isak thinks he knows what could cheer him up.

and so i happily concede, this is all i ask, this is all i need by lovedisakSummary: Even is fucking owning this marriage proposal thing. (With a little help.)

du og jeg for alltid by SabiduriaSummary: “Are you seriously going to make me sleep on the couch because I beat you in FIFA?!” Isak doesn’t like to lose.

yearn to live my love by mauedeSummary: “Hi,” Isak repeats, and his warm breath fans out over Even’s cheek. “Hi, baby.” Isak’s cheeks flush, and he glances down at Even’s lips, chasing the sound. Baby. * In which Isak really likes kissing Even and Even likes it quite a lot, too.

The Notebook by TotallyTinkerbellSummary: Even notices Isak at the library and gets terribly distracted from the studying that he is meant to do. His notebook slowly fills itself with drawings of the boy rather than with his history notes. Even knows he should just go up to his crush, it’s a crush there is no point denying that, and say hi.

let me whisper in your ear by grinsekaetzchen (Part 2 of our favorite parts are what we’ll keep series) Summary: In which some of the cast of ‘Romeo and Juliet’ go to Stockholm Comic Con, the fans are loud and Isak manages to find a bit of quiet in-between all that.

love comes knocking by tarjeiandhenrik Summary: There’s a really cute boy living a floor above Isak’s flat and throwing up is usually not Isak’s ideal first meet but well.

The Same Morning by GayaIsANerdSummary: Morning softness. * The same morning, through both eyes.

that’s what friends are for by dobriksSummary: Even is desperate, Isak likes him, and Jonas listens to both of them rant about each other to him.

Everytime I look into your eyes I feel it by candyskySummary: Isak wasn’t even trying to hide the lust swimming in his eyes at the sight of his boyfriend looking almost criminally hot in his James Dean biker avatar. (Or, A one shot of an eventful day in the lives of Isak and Even where Even surprises Isak by riding up on a Harley, prompting a spontaneous road trip that takes them to interesting places.)

checking (you) out by everythingislove (narrylife)Summary: After being dumped via text, Isak goes on a late night run to the grocery store for some breakup comfort foods. Even is the cute clerk who happens to be working the checkout line.

i was busy thinkin’ bout boys (not like i had a choice) by BehindthecitiesSummary: In which Isak realizes he likes boys, falls for boys, and then ultimately loves a boy (and the boy loves him back). * A character study inspired by “Boys” by Charli XCX.

CHAPTERED:

You’re a different kind of new by LostInAdmirationSummary: “But that still didn’t explain why Even was currently standing in a crowded house with the boy of his dreams pressed up against his side and a girl stood in front of them, looking bewildered as Isak told the girl excitedly how he and Even had met.” (Even has had a hopeless crush on Isak for months now, but has never been brave enough to talk to him. Luckily, Isak decides to make the first move by rescuing Even from unwanted attention at a party.)

blue like the night in cuba by piccadillySummary: Isak and Even meet on a train and spend a night exploring Paris, losing themselves and finding each other. Or, a Before Sunrise AU.

keep it between us (just the two us) by bluetieSummary: boarding school!au; Boarding school is okay and all until Isak gets a new roommate who sings in the shower and watches shitty movies on Friday nights.

The Balloon Intervention by lovelycarcassSummary: “Dropping hints,” Elias repeats incredulously. “This guy is about as subtle as a bull in a china shop. His crush was just painfully oblivious.” “Can you believe he’d emptied the fucking tissue dispenser just to get his attention?” Mutta snorts. Or, Even wants to get Isak’s attention and the Balloon Squad decide to take matters into their own hands.

relax, i’ve got you by thekalkSummary: childhood friends!au; “Isak’s too proud to admit it out loud but his ankle is actually in pain ‒ it’s nothing too bad but it definitely is hurting. Fortunately, Even plays along and pretends that he didn’t see Isak’s pained expression for Isak’s ‒ or more likely his pride’s ‒ sake and instead he leans down and presses a light kiss on the exposed skin on his ankle. Isak freezes at the touch of Even’s lips on his skin. This is definitely something new in their friendship.” Or: a childhood best friends AU where Isak is oblivious and Even has a catchphrase.

–A

#answered #anonymous #fluff

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sadrien · 7 years

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wanna chat? pt.19

on ao3 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19

so this is like...twice as long as a normal chapter. anyway i was in les mis the other week and i sent something and someone thought it was a les mis chapter of wanna chat. and @reyxa encouraged it so Here We Are

this chapter continues right off of the last one because i found a note with sick quotes on it. i kept the les mis as light and understandable as possible but just like..let me know if it makes 0 sense. i had to get this out of my system because ive been in a writing funk

(mari = cough cough, nino = space bro, alya = alys, adrien = glen coco)

enjoy?

3:12 in boo you whore

cough cough: gmoring i cant brethe out of mynose rn Im not goin g ot be in school today :( Bu ti cant sleep anymore because I cnat breath e iim gonna go watch youtube videos

6:37

space bro: my dude i hope youre feeling better when you wake up

6:43

glen coco: If you’re not turn on the shower really hot and sit in the bathroom with the steam

alys: or drown urself in cold medicine

glen coco: Don’t do that

space bro: never listen to alya

alys: dont listen to these traitors

PM between glen coco and cough cough

glen coco: I bet the akuma attack last night really didn’t help Don’t worry about anything today I can handle it unless it’s another akuma Just get some rest <3

10:03 in boo you whore

cough cough: Self care is chugging five cups of tea and astral projecting behind a mcdonalds to punch hawkmoth in the face

11:46

glen coco: Mari no

alys: mari yes

space bro: mari wtf

cough cough: Im dyin g

alys: tag urself im punching hm in the face

space bro: im astral projection

glen coco: Five c ups of tea

cough cough: Does that make me the mcdonalds

space bro: congrats mari

glen coco: I can’t believe Mari is the golden arches

alys has changed their name to punching hawkmoth in the face

punching hawkmoth in the face: im finally my True Self gang follwo suit

cough cough: Why shoul d I LISten to you

punching hawkmoth in the face: bc u love me and want me 2 b happy and also bc i still have ur jacket in my bedroom

cough cough: Fuck

cough cough has changed their name to mcdonalds

space bros: al youre ridic

punching hawkmoth in the face: just do it babe

space bros has changed their name to astral projection

astral projection: there ya go

glen coco: Rip Glen Coco

punching hawkmoth in the face: truly a her o of his generation :’(

mcdonalds: RIp

glen coco has changed their name to five cups of tea

five cups of tea: Rebirth

mcdonalds: I hate you all img oing ot bed

punching hawkmoth in the face: goodnight my darlign <3

astral projection: nap well bro hopefully you feel better when you wake up

15:37

punching hawkmoth in the face: remind me to throw my bag in the seine i dont wanna do hw :(

astral projection: i feel you

punching hawkmoth in the face: wanna get togheter and do hw

astral projection: do homework or “do homework”

punching hawkmoth in the face: have u ever met me “””””””do homework”””””””

astral projection: i need to figure out physics my dude

punching hawkmoth in the face: D’:

five cups of tea: I can help you when I get home tonight

punching hawkmoth in the face: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

astral projection: the real mvp i love you

five cups of tea: I love you too Have fun Use protection

astral projection: alya please kick him out of the chat

punching hawkmoth in the face: no i like him

astral projection: fuck

18:57 mcdonalds: Screens hurt my head irhgt now Im gonna watch reruns and keep sleepng

punching hawkmoth in the face: feel better babe <3

22:15

five cups of tea: Ok so the other day instead of doing homework I started reading les mis ANd now instead of doing homework I’m reading les mis again I can’t believe this is how I’m procrastinating

astral projection: what

punching hawkmoth in the face: the musical????

five cups of tea: No the book Which the musical is based off of

astral projection: what a nerd

punching hawkmoth in the face: lmao how is it

five cups of tea: Old Long

punching hawkmoth in the face: how long?

five cups of tea: Uhhh 655,000 words

mcdonalds: jesus

astral projection: what the actual fuck

punching hawkmoth in the face: holllllly fuck

astral projection: you my dude are unreal

punching hawkmoth in the face: for fun???? r u sure this is for fun???????

five cups of tea: I think so? It’s kind of boring sometimes and hard to get through but other parts are really good Also if I’m reading I don’t have to practice chinese

punching hawkmoth in the face: touche

astral projection: have fun reading bro you are unbelievable

PM between five cups of tea and mcdonalds

five cups of tea: Hey why are you up? I thought you were heading off to bed a while ago?

mcdonalds: I didnt take nyquil tonight because I felt a little better and didnt want to pass the fuck out again but now Im awake and cant sleep because my head feels like its gonna explode And I regret So much

five cups of tea: Aw no poor bug

mcdonalds: Ugh

five cups of tea: Do you want anything?

mcdonalds: You dont have to

five cups of tea: Do you want anything? If you want soup I can get you some

mcdonalds: Its like???? Really late?????

five cups of tea: Mar its only 20:30

mcdonalds: Oh It feels like 1 But its still late

five cups of tea: Ok well Late night food is not a new thing Trust me

mcdonalds: … If you brought me soup Id love you forever

five cups of tea: I thought you already did

mcdonalds: Id love you even more

five cups of tea: I’ll be on my way soon

mcdonalds: I love you so much <3

23:35 in boo you whore

punching hawkmoth in the face: what if you took tea in shots like shot glasses

five cups of tea: Like with hot tea?

astral projection: i feel like thats a good way to burn your entire mouth

five cups of tea: *entire life

astral projection: ^^^

punching hawkmoth in the face: hmmm

five cups of tea: Alya no

astral projection: yeah bad idea

punching hawkmoth in the face: f i n e

1:02

mcdonalds: sos Im dying I constantly feel like Im about to sneeze If I dont feel that way its cause Im sneezing

astral projection: rip my dude guessing you cnat sleep while sneezing

mcdonalds: Nope :’( End my suffering please

astral projection: no can do i can offer virtual hugs

mcdonalds: I guess thatll work for now

astral projection: <3

2:03

PM between five cups of tea and mcdonalds

five cups of tea: Hey Hey Marinette Hey I have something to show you

mcdonalds: Adrien its 2 in the morning

five cups of tea: So? You’re up too

mcdonalds: I slept all day

mcdonalds: Yeah but you’re awake right now

mcdonalds: … Fine Hit me

five cups of tea: “When they had finished, when they had told each other everything, she laid her head on his shoulder and asked him: ‘What is your name?’” Us

mcdonalds: Oh my go d This is les mis right??? What youw ere talking about before??

five cups of tea: Yup

mcdonalds: Omg Why are you like this

five cups of tea: Ok but am I wrong????

mcdonalds: I cant say you are tbh

five cups of tea: Man I feel like Marius am I like Marius??

mcdonalds: Whats he like?

five cups of tea: Kind of oblivious, pretty romantic but sort of in a weird way, awkward, usually confused but can be scary if he needs to, handsome as hell and love of my life that I would honestly leave all three of you for

mcdonalds: Wow Are you sure you havent already

five cups of tea: :P Actually….

mcdonalds: Are you suddenly realizing youve left us for a fictional character

five cups of tea: No I was oging to say I might be more like Bossuet

mcdonalds: Youre just saying words I dont know who that is

five cups of tea: He always has bad luck Like always Ummmm hold on

mcdonalds: K Who would I be???

five cups of tea: “He was the constant victim of mischance, hence his merriment. He said, ‘I spend my life walking under ladders.’”

mcdonalds: Ok you mgiht be this Bossuet you bad luck magnet

five cups of tea: For you Hmmmm Enjolras?

mcdonalds: Not cosette?? Shes the love interest right

five cups of tea: As much as I love you Enjolras is the leader in red And I just can’t help myself

mcdonalds: Nerd Are you goind to do alya and nino too?

five cups of tea: D u h

2:34

mcdonalds: Adrien?? You ok? Youve been quiet for a while Or did you fall asleep on your computer again

five cups of tea: No I’m here I’m just Stuck This is haarrrrrdddddddddd Alya and Nino are just so deep and complex and awesome and I dont’ know how to place them???

mcdonalds: True But wow Slightly offended

five cups of tea: Hey yours is based on a pun I can pun easy

mcdonalds: G o to sleep kitten You can sort them in the mornign Later this morning

five cups of tea: Fine I hope you’re feeling better

mcdonalds: A little bit!! The soup definitely helped Night <3

five cups of tea: Night <3

10:25 in boo you whore

astral projection: saturdays are chill but my mom wants us to clean the entire apartment today and im not about that life

12:12

mcdonalds has changed their name to enjolras

enjolras: I have no idea who thi s is but I hope it makes Adrien happy

punching hawkmoth in the face: ???? wahts ahppenign

enjolras: Adrien said I was this charactera t like 2

astral projection: why the fuck do none of you people value sleep

punching hawkmoth in the face: how theh ell did that even come up in conversation

enjolras: He was saying he thinks hes like Marius

astral projection: huh

five cups of tea: I’m not sure yet

astral projection: bro!!!

five cups of tea: I'm thinking either Marius or bossuet for myself

punching hawkmoth in the face: r we supposed 2 know the second one

enjolras: Hes got bad luck Thats what I got from our convo when no one else was awake

punching hawkmoth in the face: change ur name i want u2b the hopeless romantic

astral projection: isnt he already??

punching hawkmoth in the face: lmao

five cups of tea has changed their name to marius

punching hawkmoth in the face: awesome were u gonna do nino and i??

marius: Yeah I’m just having some trouble

astral projection: yeah were just too unique to be put into little boxes

marius: Exactly

astral projection: that was sarcasm but i love you so much

marius: <3

punching hawkmoth in the face: hey question not that im doubting maris badassary but why enjolras

marius: Enjolras is incredibly passionate and would do anything for his friends and the people of Paris Reminds me of how Marinette is as class president

PM between marius and enjolras

enjolras: Nice save

marius: Thanks

in boo you whore

astral projection: I see it

marius: Alya could be eponine?

punching hawkmoth in the face: shes the one who cries about marius right

marius: Well I was actually thinking her cause Ponine she knows her way around And all that stuff But yes she cries about Marius she does have a song about that

PM between punching hawkmoth in the face and astral projection

punching hawkmoth in the face: lmao did he just give me the character hopelessly in love with marius

astral projection: rip

punching hawkmoth in the face: end my life

in boo you whore

punching hawkmoth in the face: i cna work with that

punching hawkmoth in the face has changed their nickname to eponine

astral projection: and then tehre was one

marius: I’m struggling

enjolras: Arent we all

eponine: Id help but I know literally nothing other than some of the lyrics RED THE BLOOD OF BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD

astral projection: theres no way that isnt right im 100% sure those are the actual words

eponine: BLACK THE BLOOD OF BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD

enjolras: Period mood

eponine: general mood

enjolras: Ok same

eponine: mood: red and black but the only words are blood

enjolras renamed this conversation to “red the blood of blood blood blood”

eponine: yes exactly

astral projection: sometimes i wonder why im friends with you

eponine: because u love us and would be sad without us

astral projection: ok yes but also why

marius: I mean maybe Grantaire? He’s a jack of all trades? Nino you are…really hard to place But R might be the best bet

enjolras: Wait a minute R?

marius: Yes

enjolras: Get out of this chat

marius: </3

astral projection: that is amazing

astral projection has changed their nickname to grantaire

grantaire: in it for the puns

marius: So is Hugo

enjolras: Who

marius: The writer of les mis

eponine: tag yourself im les miserables all of them

grantaire: you cant be all the miserables

eponine: watch me try

marius: Sorry you must have no idea what’s going on

grantaire: not really we have nothing to contribute but keep going dude!!! i love to hear you ramble

eponine: oh oh i have something to contribute

enjolras: You do?

eponine: 24601? more like 246 so done with your shit

enjolras: Im leaving the country

grantaire: whos shit?

eponine: uh oh fuck whos the antagonist again

marius: Society

grantaire: deep

enjolras: Stop being fake deep

eponine: feep anyway no u butt the police dude

marius: The only evil in les mis IS society And the Thenardiers OH JAVERT

eponine: YES THANK YOU

marius: Javert: do not forget my name Alya: forgets his name

eponine: fuck you also 246 so done with your shit javert

grantaire: thank you for clarifying

eponine: no prob

enjolras: Ok so Im googling stuff to try and figure out whats happening And wow This is depressing ¾ of us die

marius has changed their nickname to bossuet

bossuet: Now all of us die

eponine: nope change back 2 lover boy ur not dying too

grantaire: um no one is dying my dudes

bossuet: We’re always dying But fine

bossuet has changed their nickname to marius

enjolras: Im pretty sure Im dying righ tnow I almost coughed up a lung

eponine: GO TAKE MEDICIN E

enjolras: You arent my mom!!!!!!!!!

eponine: THAT DOESNT MEAN I DONT CCARE ABOUT YOU AND YOUR HEALTH!!!!!!!!!

enjolras: AHHHHH

eponine: AHHHHHH

grantaire: Ahhhhh?

marius: Ahhhhh

#wanna chat #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #my fics #hi this is awful

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5ivebyfive · 3 years

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Just sayin. If you like in a hopeless place, read the outsiders by s. e. hinton. It’s so good and some of the events in in a hopeless place were drawn from the outsiders. Just…made mine more violent/the rivalry more vicious and threw in a love story.

#the og hopeless place #the outsiders tag #hopeless place tag #otp; trimberly against the world

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newssplashy · 6 years

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With ''Yung Denzel'', MI Abaga proves that he is human afterall, as he allows his listeners into a theraupetic session of his mind state.

MI Abaga has officially released his ''Yung Denzel'' album and here is our first listen take of the project.

There is so much excitement following the release of MI's eight studio project in the early hours of Friday, August 24. MI is debated as the greatest Nigerian rapper ever, but some argue that he no longer plays at the level he did when he released his first set of projects.

This album which he tags 'A Study on Self Worth' is supposed to be a defining one, one where he sheds his scales and allows his vulnerabilty as a human take center stage.

MI talks a big game and executive producing three projects in three weeks under the LAMB August tag is a move he believes will kickstart another glorious run in the history of Nigerian hip-hop

Yung Denzel boasts of 10 tracks and feature guest acts like Tay Iwar, Cina Soul, Niyola, Odunsi the Engine, Patricxxlee and Lady Donli.

Here is our track-by-track first listen take of the project.

'Do you know who you are'? ft Tay Iwar

The song opens with Tay Iwar's soothing vocals, this is enchanting, the drums are building slowly underneath as he asks where is your worth?

MI is rapping, he is philosophical, the second verse is asking intriguing questions, pointing a finger at the Black man.

A voice is speaking, touching on two major issues; an identity crisis and psychological hopelessness.

''Until we hate racism more than we hate each other, nothing is going to change'', the voice says. This is a therapy session, MI is talking, there is a female voice talking back.

He uses this 4minutes 54 seconds long first track to perfectly lay the template for the direction the project has been geared.

'Last Night I Had A Dream About A Hummingbird'

Next is the shortest song on the project.

Again there is a voice talking, this time touching on comparing yourself, 'I don't have anything to prove to anyone, he says' and that is where MI is at with his career.

MI is in the zone with his rhyming, the instrumentation takes a back seat, as he champions ignoring those who haven't done anything with their lives, then the beat kicks in, but just as you sit back to enjoy more, the song draws to a close. This one really needed the second verse.

The female voice is back.

'Another Thing, Do Not Be A Groupie'

Ok, this sounds interesting, MI is shooting off the blocks, this time he is addressing the industry.

''For Niggas to get ahead, they giving cunning lings''. Already my favourite track, he is not just rapping, this is grown man rap, the beat is also doing something insane behind his voice, damn. I love this.

We get another verse, he is touching on those jumping from labels this time, oh he is boasting about the achievements of Chocolate City in the last ten years, even though I don't agree with some of the years he mentioned, how can you argue with a fire song man?

This is fine form MI, aka 'talk-the-talk MI', aka 'my-team-is-bigger-than-you MI', aka 'I-may-be-4-feet but imma-dunk-on you' MI, aka 'I am running out of akas to give to this fire joint', damn.

'Stop! Never Second Guess Yourself' featuring Cina Soul

This is the trappy MI that surfaced on Rendezvous, this time he is speaking on self-confidence, there is so much here to remind you of Kendrick Lamar, what in the world is Cina Soul doing?

Her vocals are working wonders to my ears. Therapy session continues, I kinda like this session, 'somewhere in your life, you have experienced abandonment'. Apt.

You Are Like Melody, My Heart Skips A Beat ft Lorraine Chia

This is his softer side, the lover boy side to his persona, but Lorraine Chia is the real star of this track.

'+-' featuring Odunsi x Lady Donli

MI teams up with two of the leading crop of new talents in Odunsi and Lady Donli, he had previously worked with the former on his Rendezvous playlist and the outcome definitely deserves an encore.

'Positive, Negative' is a journey from when he started rapping, the delivery is sharp, a few corny lines, but Odunsi is doing his thing especially when he switches to pidgin. The second verse is all about positive vibes as he dares you to skip to the next song if you don't like his flows. Odunsi is back, the hook sure bangs, Donli brings it home.

'I Believe In You, You Should Too, Believe In You'

The bubbly trap flow is back as he encourages you to believe in yourself, he is bragging again, talking about how he has been here for 10 years, the flow is switched up, he is name dropping himself among the greats.

There is aggression to his voice, finality to his words like he is trying to knock the full impact of what he is saying into your thoughts. Another heavy record.

'The Self Evaluation of Yxng Denzel' featuring Niyola

MI teams up with another OG, one who actually has been in the game longer than him in Niyola, as the former Da Trybe affiliate makes a return after a long absence.

The song starts with vocals from MI's mother, issuing words of advice to her son. Then MI follows with his 'dark, twisted, real fantasies' as all he wants to do is, 'drink, f***, smoke, chill, party all day'.

He admits his fanbase cannot afford to know about it, he is talking about depression, and emptiness despite the money and fame.

MI admits to so many things on this song and Niyola provides the right shoulders for him to lean on with her soothing voice.

'Love Never Fails...' featuring Tay Iwar x Patrickxxlee

Patrickxxlee first caught my attention with his impressive project, Disco Utopia released in 2016. He also featured on Ice Prince's C.O.L.D earlier in the year and has been earning his stripes on the scene.

MI allows the youngins flourish on this they talk about someone wanting to kill herself, is that MI singing? Yes MI is bringing the vocals on this one, Tay is killing this, as they bring the whole project to a full circle.

Final Take

MI bragged about it and he successfully delivered an upfront rap album worth its hype.

Yxng Denzel is unguarded music, there is clarity in what he aims to achieve and the mood is compared to something graceful and mind-blowing.

This is a filler-free album as every song earns its place on the project. The project's minor failings come in the form of the stretched dialogues on most of the songs, but if you can look at the project less as your regular album and more as a man allowing you into his world, then it makes it more understandable.

Looking at how MI has grown since his come up, seeing the hunger he exhibited on his first album, ''Talk About It'', his evolving in subsequent projects, and the position he now holds, not just as a matured rapper but an executive, it is fair to say this heartfelt project is arguably his best offering in a long while.

Yxng Denzel is a water tight project, a matured statement of his experiences, and one that is well conceived, thoroughly executed and perfectly served to cater for both his young and old fans.

Rating: 4/5

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Album Review: ''Yung Denzel'' is MI Abaga's most human and vulnerable project yet

With ''Yung Denzel'', MI Abaga proves that he is human afterall, as he allows his listeners into a theraupetic session of his mind state.

MI Abaga has officially released his ''Yung Denzel'' album and here is our first listen take of the project.

This album which he tags 'A Study on Self Worth' is supposed to be a defining one, one where he sheds his scales and allows his vulnerabilty as a human take center stage.

MI talks a big game and executive producing three projects in three weeks under the LAMB August tag is a move he believes will kickstart another glorious run in the history of Nigerian hip-hop

Yung Denzel boasts of 10 tracks and feature guest acts like Tay Iwar, Cina Soul, Niyola, Odunsi the Engine, Patricxxlee and Lady Donli.

Here is our track-by-track first listen take of the project.

'Do you know who you are'? ft Tay Iwar

The song opens with Tay Iwar's soothing vocals, this is enchanting, the drums are building slowly underneath as he asks where is your worth?

MI is rapping, he is philosophical, the second verse is asking intriguing questions, pointing a finger at the Black man.

A voice is speaking, touching on two major issues; an identity crisis and psychological hopelessness.

''Until we hate racism more than we hate each other, nothing is going to change'', the voice says. This is a therapy session, MI is talking, there is a female voice talking back.

He uses this 4minutes 54 seconds long first track to perfectly lay the template for the direction the project has been geared.

'Last Night I Had A Dream About A Hummingbird'

Next is the shortest song on the project.

Again there is a voice talking, this time touching on comparing yourself, 'I don't have anything to prove to anyone, he says' and that is where MI is at with his career.

The female voice is back.

'Another Thing, Do Not Be A Groupie'

Ok, this sounds interesting, MI is shooting off the blocks, this time he is addressing the industry.

This is fine form MI, aka 'talk-the-talk MI', aka 'my-team-is-bigger-than-you MI', aka 'I-may-be-4-feet but imma-dunk-on you' MI, aka 'I am running out of akas to give to this fire joint', damn.

'Stop! Never Second Guess Yourself' featuring Cina Soul

This is the trappy MI that surfaced on Rendezvous, this time he is speaking on self-confidence, there is so much here to remind you of Kendrick Lamar, what in the world is Cina Soul doing?

Her vocals are working wonders to my ears. Therapy session continues, I kinda like this session, 'somewhere in your life, you have experienced abandonment'. Apt.

You Are Like Melody, My Heart Skips A Beat ft Lorraine Chia

This is his softer side, the lover boy side to his persona, but Lorraine Chia is the real star of this track.

'+-' featuring Odunsi x Lady Donli

MI teams up with two of the leading crop of new talents in Odunsi and Lady Donli, he had previously worked with the former on his Rendezvous playlist and the outcome definitely deserves an encore.

'I Believe In You, You Should Too, Believe In You'

There is aggression to his voice, finality to his words like he is trying to knock the full impact of what he is saying into your thoughts. Another heavy record.

'The Self Evaluation of Yxng Denzel' featuring Niyola

MI teams up with another OG, one who actually has been in the game longer than him in Niyola, as the former Da Trybe affiliate makes a return after a long absence.

He admits his fanbase cannot afford to know about it, he is talking about depression, and emptiness despite the money and fame.

MI admits to so many things on this song and Niyola provides the right shoulders for him to lean on with her soothing voice.

'Love Never Fails...' featuring Tay Iwar x Patrickxxlee

Final Take

MI bragged about it and he successfully delivered an upfront rap album worth its hype.

Yxng Denzel is unguarded music, there is clarity in what he aims to achieve and the mood is compared to something graceful and mind-blowing.

Yxng Denzel is a water tight project, a matured statement of his experiences, and one that is well conceived, thoroughly executed and perfectly served to cater for both his young and old fans.

Rating: 4/5

Ratings

1-Dull 2-Boring 2.5-Average 3-Worth Checking Out 3.5-Hot 4-Smoking Hot 4.5-Amazing 5-Perfection

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