#so don`t expect a lot of drawings from me ;-;

[andywinter16]

Tredd, luche, Nyx, drautos with a kidnapped significant other pretty please 🥺!

Hahahahahaa, whoever kidnapped you should say goodbye and write their last will, cuz those men will slaughter them without mercy!  ( Also I am in middle of writing for AUprincess!reader something similiar with Drautos, but no worries! This one will be without Glauca problem ) 

Tredd:

Okay, OKAY! HE´S TRYING TO BE CALM BUT IS REALLY NOT IN THE SLIGHTEST!

I believe that before Kingsglaive Tredd was something like a bounty hunter 

Tredd is like a wardog on the trail of retribution

called his old pals from hunters to help, Axis and Sonitus are here to help too 

RUTHLESS! will hunt your kidnappers for a sport (and fucking boast about it)

If he finds out that they hurted you in some way .... HE WILL MAKE THEM PAY!

after they rescued you, Tredd become your personal attack dog (overprotective one) 

he will be so tender with you, checking where it hurts and how can he help

when you get home, there will be very steamy sex ( the adrenalin is pumping, his mind processing that it was close call)

is your literal shadow, always acompanying you everywhere (definitively asked boys to look out for you too)

GENTLE TREDD (maybe even more cuddly)

If you´re not in Kingsglaive, he will teach you how to protect yourself 

“Fuck, love! You´re so brave for enduring that. Come here, let me give you a Tredd´s special” 😏

Luche:

COLD RAGE, I swear to gods that everything freezed over (I do headcanon that he preffers ice magic) and it is really cold because his magic is leaking everywhere

WILL PULL THE “I AM THE SECOND IN COMMAND” CARD

secretly deployed glaives  with him to save you, has Pelna on comm If anything went wrong (and for locations and battle drones)

HEARTHLESS and CRUEL to his foes

God forbid If he found just a scratch on you ... Luche would torture them to death (little bit sadistic)

He will be so relieved when you´re in his arms, hugging you like a teddy bear “ I am so sorry, so sorry, I should be here Y/N”

when he gets his hands on you expect lot of kisses, like A LOT OF KISSES! A make out session anyone? 

Luche will spoil you rotten after the incident, like whatever you want he buys it (you glanced at that book, here you go)

is in *mother hen mode*, Luche keeps his eyes on you all the time and your surrounding

at home you´re in Luche´s arms cuddling and he whispers such lovely words into your ear. “I will never leave you again, sweetheart.” or “You´re wonderfull my love, I am so proud of you” “ My hearth and home”

Luche will also teach you self defense, and probably buys you a gun (for safety measures, he says)

Nyx

OH BOY, OH BOY! NYX´S RAGE IS ... CONSUMING LIKE A GODDAMN FLAME! 

your kidnapping triggered Nyx´s PTSD 

Will make a squad out of his friends and will go to find you (may or may not bring Cor with him)

NO MERCY, I REPEAT NO MERCY

You will need to physicaly strangle him, cuz If you´re bleeding Nyx goes into blind RAGE

After while his brain registered that stabbing corpse is not effective anymore

Nyx is the one who will definitively cry tears of relief

expect him to personally train you in self defense

will spoil you with homemade galadhian food and helps you with any task you need done

after your kidnapping, Nyx is much more overprotective

will hold your hand at any given situation, draws soothing symbols on your hand

for some reason I can feel sensual love making with you (our boy was stressed so much)

“ Damn it Y/N, don´t do this to me. I wouldn´t survive it, If anything had happened to you. I am not leaving your side ever.”

Titus

FERAL!! THAT MAN IS FERAL BEAST!  

His energy changed from grumpy coffeine addicted captain to “ I WILL MAKE YOU REGRET EVERY DECISION OF YOUR SORRY EXCUSE OF LIFE”

I literally believe he would show up like a Glauca and whip their asses of the mother Eos, no backups ,no ... just him and his bloodlust

“ Is that a bruise, my love?”  EXECUTION ON THE SPOT

this man will take you bridal style out of burning building

craddle your face in his massie hands while kissing you deeply

Titus not only will let one of his glaives teach you self defense but also buys you a guard dog 

Titus will be after that more home with you to spend time (and also looking out for you)

He will rope people into protecting you (his glaives, Crownguard,..)

another one to spoil you rotten with gifts of any kind and massages (expecially feet one)

I believe he will open up about his family and tells you their story

“My sunshine, everything is alright now. I am here with you. No one will touch your ever again, I swear. ”

#ffxv kingsglaive #kidnapped s/o #tredd furia #luche lazarus #nyx ulric #titus drautos #gender neutral s/o #I am sorry If it´s short :(

[cutetinyartist]

Meet The Tiny Artist! 🖤🧷

Hi there! I made this lil illustration + Q&A for my Pinned Post so y'all can get to know me better! 🖤 (The rest of the Q&A is below the cut!)

So, who exactly am I?

I'm Rayna (but you can call me Ray), I'm 23, a complete British + Bisexual Stereotype, and my pronouns are She/They. Oh, I'm a Borrower too so I'm around 4" tall! ^w^

Why did I make this blog?

I created this blog in 2017 shortly after discovering the G/T* community! I've always loved the idea of being tiny (I remember having quite a few dreams/daydreams when I was a kid about my favourite characters being giants) so I was very happy to discover that there's actually a whole community dedicated to this pretty niche/weird love of mine! :D

*G/T stands for Giant/Tiny and it’s essentially about extreme size-differences! It can range from Giants interacting with Humans to Humans interacting with Borrowers/Fairies/etc. (also referred to as Tinies) and there are so many creative ways to explore these dynamics.

People also tend to identify as giants, tinies or size-shifters- I personally prefer being the tiny (around 3-4" tall) in any scenario but that’s just my preference. ^^

What do I post?

Obviously this blog is predominantly dedicated to G/T, but here’s a quick overview of what I post/draw/write the most:

G/T Fluff! This blog is mainly about cute moments between Giants and Tinies because I absolutely adore stuff like that. Handheld fluff is my absolute favourite, as one of the most comforting things I can imagine is being held by a giant and feeling really protected and loved. (That’s one of the main reasons behind why I love it so much, I tend to get really stressed/anxious a lot of the time and I find a lot of comfort in how calm and happy G/T makes me feel)

You can also expect to see a LOT of G/T memes and puns!

I also draw a lot of G/T Art (and occassionally write short stories too), I've drawn it for various fandoms but I do like creating original work too. A lot of my more recent work is G/T Art involving my partner too because they're an adorable Giant and I love them >w<

I also post random thoughts/ideas/ramblings occassionally...

What I’m basically saying is that this blog is filled with 100% SFW, fluffy G/T content and memes!

What are my other fandoms/interests?

For this question I’ll just list a bunch of my favourite things!! There will be a LOT on this list tbh but this is supposed to be an in-depth About Me page so awaaay we go! :D

Films

The Iron Giant, The Bob's Burgers Movie, South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut, Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse, The Spongebob Squarepants Movie, Ratatouille, The Secret World of Arrietty, The Borrowers, Little Shop Of Horrors, Shallow Grave, Honey I Shrunk The Kids, Shaun of the Dead, 28 Days Later, Fight Club, Orgazmo, Zombieland, the Jackass Movies, the Halloween Movies, Trick r Treat, The Descent, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974), A Clockwork Orange, Requiem For A Dream, Deadpool, Jurassic Park and Ghostbusters! (Plus a lot more that I'm probably forgetting-)

TV Shows

South Park, Bob's Burgers, Futurama, The Simpsons, Taskmaster, The I.T. Crowd, Misfits, The Inbetweeners, Rick and Morty (mainly the earlier seasons tho), My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, It's A Sin, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, and although I don't watch them very often I love a good nature documentary! (I think I was once late meeting up with my friends cus I got way too into one and had to watch the whole thing- I only put on the channel for my dogs to watch while I was out!)

Videogames

Little Big Planet (1 and 2), Mario Kart, South Park: Bigger, Longer and Uncut, Luigi's Mansion 3, Mario Odyessy, Dead Rising (1, 2 and Off The Record), Portal (1 and 2), Stray, Minecraft, Super Mario 3D World + Bowser's Fury and Super Mario Maker 2.

Music

YUNGBLUD, Ninja Sex Party, Don Broco, TWRP, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Ozzy Osbourne, Twisted Sister, Beastie Boys, Panic! At The Disco, DVDA, Queen, The Blackout, Lorde, Wet Leg, Ghost- Honestly you could just pick up any Rock/Punk Compilation CD and you’ve basically got my taste in music in a nutshell. Growing up the Kerrang channel was almost always on in my house and definitely shaped my taste in music! I also adore the soundtracks from a couple of musicals (mainly The Book Of Mormon, Little Shop Of Horrors and War of the Worlds) and I like listening to music from the videogames I listed above! Oh, and the soundtracks from the Jackass films. Those kick ass.

I have written/drawn G/T for some of these fandoms but you can 100% Message me if you want me to make G/T content for any of them! ^^ (Seriously, if you wanna fangirl with me over any of these my inbox is always open!)

Any other interests/hobbies?

I’m really interested in Animation and I hope to pursue it as a career one day! I also love reading comics (especially independent ones/ones based on shows/films that I like) and I enjoy making them sometimes.

Another one of my favourite hobbies is baking! I love making brownies the most, but cakes and cookies are a lot of fun too.

I like to collect things too, and my favourite things to collect are random cute ornaments, plushies, My Little Pony toys and DVDs/Blu-Rays of my favourite shows and films (I have every season of South Park on DVD, plus all the Jackass films and the show!) Plus I love collecting merch! Naturally I love collecting CDs and Vinyl too...

What are my other Social Media accounts?

Main Instagram: @ DragonDoodles57

G/T Instagram: @ CuteTinyArtist

Main Twitter: @ ArtByRayna

Priv Twitter: @ GotAHeartBoner

G/T Twitter: @ CuteTinyArtist

Ao3: @ CuteTinyArtist

Thanks for checking out my 'Meet The Tiny Artist' page! 🖤

#finally updated my Pinned Post!! #cutetinyartist #meet the artist #g/t #giant/tiny

[albino-whumpee]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

thank you for the tag! @soheavyaburden

1. Are you named for anyone?: Yes and no. My aunt couldn´t have children so my mother named me after her expecting people would call me her name. But I was given my first name (because we do double names in my familiy) and nobody calls me my second, which is hers. Welp. 

2. When was the last time you cried?: Yesterday. TLoU chapter really hit into my sensitive ass. I hate one episode love stories, but I will allow it because it was cute. 

3. Do you have kids?: No. I don´t plan to and I will lie to get a doc to tie my tubes up if I need to. I once thought I wanted to adopt, but knowing my life plans, having a child is plain stupid.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?: Haha, have I ever not used sarcasm?

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?: Size, face, smell, accent and feet position. Silly little trick, but if they´re not pointing their feet at you, they´re not interested in the conversation.   

6. What’s your eye color?: Brown. 

7. Scary movies or happy endings?: hmm, depends. It´s been a while since I watched a scary movie that actually scared me and didn´t make me laugh, but when I do find one that´s scary, I like it to end in what seems a better situation than the absolute worst. Gives me some adrenaline, yk? Happy endings are ok if done well. But alas, a happy ending to me heavily depends on the movie.  

8. Any special talents?: Blind writing. That was the only good class I had in middle school. Honestly that´s it, xD I don´t consider myself particularly talented in academic areas or physical ones. Sure I won some tournments, but man it was so long ago. 

9. Where were you born?: Mexico.

10. What are your hobbies?: Videogames and drawing. Also reading even if it´s hard this days. 

11. Have you any pets?: Valkyria and Sansa. They´re my babies. Black cats with weird personalities. They´re both adopted from the same adoption saturday ...market? ig? Anyways, I picked Valkyria when she was so thin she was barely more than bones. I thought she would die if I´m honest with you. She refused to eat if I didn´t shake her plate a bit, but she was playful, so we knew she was just starving. I was told she was wrapped in tape and dumped at the shelter and I took her because how dare call yourself a shelter and leave a cat in that state? 

Sansa came from another shelter, she was a baby from a foster mama that didn´t make it. She has her tail curled like a chamaleon at the tip, probably from some stupid asshole closing the kennel´s door on it and breaking it. No, she doesn´t need to have it amputated, she doesn´t feel pain and doesn´t interfere with her daily life.  

12. What sports do you play/have played?: A lot. I won a few athletism tournments that took me to the nationals (we lost), also won a few international trophies doing karate. I practiced figure skating and ballet for a bit and due my super elasticity, I could have been a good gymnast, but heh, no money.

I was at a handball tournment, but I never knew what I was doing lol. I wanted to play volleyball in middle school/high school but I got my knee injury and it made it too hard. I switched to swimming for a long time until I couldn´t afford it jsjsjs. If I had the chance, I would try archery. 

13. How tall are you?: 1.73 m. more less 5 ft 7. Wish I was taller ;v;

14. Favorite subject in school?: English. It was so easy sjsjjs. Or psychology. My school´s system allowed people being exempted from doing finals if your notes were high enough, so I strived to just do 1 or less exams and I almost made it. I never had to do math finals in high school, but I actually exempted psychology earlier than everyone because I did double the lab exercises. 

15. Dream job?: Concept artist. By now I know Im not made for it nor I can actually be one, but well. I can dream. 

tagging: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @sideblogformindtrash @milk-carton-whump @nightfrostshadow @louptheloop @endless-whump  @turn-the-tables-on-them @eatyourdamnpears @deluxewhump

idk if i have 15 mutuals lmao also no pressure!

#tag games #ask games

[writinandcrying]

Hi hello! May I request a matchup with the TMNT fandom?:)

My name is Xena and I’m 5’5, INTJ-T and I go by any pronouns and Omni :)). I’m a Libra / September baby. I’m Latine and have wavy brown hair that barely go past my shoulders, brown eyes and olive skin(I tan pretty quick in the summer too if that’s important) and I’m mid size (full thighs&ass and bit of chub on my stomach & round-ish cheeks) my cheeks are naturally pink too, I wear small square glasses, and my main clothing style is normally a loose crop top, jeans and a hoodie around my waist

I would say my personality is a mix depending on the person. I love to help people as much as I can but I tend to put myself second because of it. With new people I’m very sweet and polite because I’d hate to have a bad impression. But once I’m used to someone I’m very loud and lively. I can be a bit cocky but I love to tease. But with my s/o I can be very affectionate (it’s just I’m sometimes embarrassed to do so 🥲) I hate the feeling of being lonely or to be excluded. I’m very physical with my loved ones, I enjoy to give out hugs, link arms or hold hands with them. Prepping/teasing my s/o kisses is also up there :)). My hobbies are writing fics, drawing or doing a small project when it comes to mind. In my academics I’m really good with physics and maths, and English is one of my top five classes, idk something about numbers and writing makes me feel calm :,)

Hi there! Since you didn’t specify which version, I’ll be doing a more generalized version!

I match you with…

Donnie

I also thought about you and Mikey tho! You could def be best buddies

Besides rottmnt Donnie, and a little bit of 2012 version, I totally se don with a more affectionate reader, it doesn’t really matter if the reader is badass, or more on the soft side/shy, they need to provide that sweet loving, even behind closed doors, he isn’t as vocal as mikey, but he craves that connection as deeply (just like Raphael)

in first meet ups he would be very impressed with your politeness (since it’s not everyday the boys are bless with it) so he would lower his guard a little bit into giving the opportunity to know you (the truly you, if you are down the lair / in the talking stages with the turtles, he has already done a background check on you and made sure you aren’t a threat)

When he finally sees that lively side of you he’s truly excited, specially since you like numbers and physics! Someone he can nerd with!! infodumb, theories, talking about new discoveries and articles on those subjects, he absolutely LOVES talking with you about it, specially to someone who gets it, adores that he can be excited about it without being teased, your visits around the lair has become more expected for him everyday

Confining on Donnie is easy, he’s so welcoming, makes you feel safe and heard, he has a way into making you feel that you can just tell him everything, and your secrets will be safe and sound. Don has noticed patterns on how you don’t like feeling excluded, but he feels like your friendship has reached a mile stone whenever you told him about your concerns, you trust him enough to actually voice your issues, that means the world for him

Don couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he was already infatuated with you from that point, he really admired how affectionate you could be with his brothers, by either giving hugs, being a good friend, and everyday he wished he got the longest hug, most of your attention during hangouts, when he finally realized his feelings, it would take a LOT of him to act on it, but he couldn’t let this turn into a April fiasco 2.0, he wouldn’t allow só thing to happen twice

After you two got into a relationship, he REALLY craves your attention and affection, my god, loves it way too much to cup your face and gives you pecks across your cheeks, lips, tip of your nose, you name it, really enjoy taking his sweet time, specially if he can feel the heat growing on your face under his fingertips

lowkey adores when you get shy bc he gets it, he also gets embarrassed sometimes to show affection (even if he loves to show it,specially to see your reactions from it) so the begging of the relationship might be a bit slow, but it’s so endearing to see, extremely cute!

Your physics/math dates still are a weekly thing, but now you two always have to be physically connected some how, either you sitting on his lap, liking pinkies, his arm lazily around your around you back, drawing patterns with his fingers, he adores not only feeling intellectually connected and heard, but physically as well

He will help you with whichever project you are currently working on, or wants to! Please share your ideais with him, and listen to his as well :) , doing projects with Donnie is really fun, plus, he knows humans can’t go on and on AND ON like him, working on endlessly, so he sets up little breaks for you two, which are extremely helpful for him as well (cuz god knows he also needs to rest)

He likes when you share your writing wips with him, you can tell a lot about someone by their writing style and favorite tropes, so it’s like learning about you in a… unconventional way? He feels it’s more personal than just telling your feelings, he knows you gotta trust someone to show something so deep as artistic work, there’s a lot of feelings underneath, so he takes this with a lot of respect, the only thing Donnie will every correct is grammar cuz he can’t let it slide lmao (but hey; you will have a proof reader for free! Yay!)

Overall: Donnie is a sweetheart, will support you on anything and everything you do or wants to, 10/10 bf

Hope you liked it! Matchups are closed (for now)

#tmnt x reader #tmnt headcannons #tmnt match up #giulia writes #tmnt #donnie x reader

[jonathanbiers]

hello may i have some fic lore please. i am requesting a dvd commentary analysis of your favorite ever scene you've written. please and thank you and only if you feel like it <3

EVER WRITTEN? OOOH. uhhhh my favorite scene i've ever written has not been published yet (and may not ever? it's. complicated. but i won't talk about it in detail i'm so sorry) and while my favorite fic in general that i've written, like, with the whole thing taken into consideration is from the tone of your voice, i've talked about my favorite scenes from that one multiple times before, so i'll give you my 2nd fave.

which is from part one of the steddie fic i actually finished last week, which i affectionately refer to as "eyeliner steve" because that's a lot shorter than you're shooting stars from your eyes (it drives me crazy, drives me wild). i'll put the excerpt and my rambling under a read more because i will be quoting whole paragraphs, oops. also it's nsfw, so there's that.

so first of all, the alley scene in part one was the very second image that popped into my mind when, way back in SEPTEMBER, i had the conversation with @jeysuso that inspired me to write this whole entire ass fic. i really wanted to make it so obvious that, sure, while the idea behind the fic was basically "omg what if steve wore eyeliner and eddie fucked him till he cried" (happens in part 2 👀👀👀) this is still an established relationship where they're very much in love, talkin gomez and morticia level whipped and horny for each other. but the scene itself starts in the hideout:

The first time in a few weeks that Steve’s free to make it to Corroded Coffin’s show at The Hideout, there he is in the crowd, eyes rimmed with black and sticking out like a sore thumb in a teal polo. He’s got his denim jacket—he bought it because it reminds him of Eddie when they’re apart, he says—draped over his arm and he’s singing along to Eddie’s every word, knows all the lyrics by heart. He insists Corroded Coffin is the greatest metal band of all time, and Eddie knows it’s because they’re the only metal band Steve likes, but how supportive he is makes Eddie’s heart sing anyway. 

i think after time (which it isn't stated but i wrote this with the idea they'd have been dating for a year, maybe two) steve would adopt little eddie-esque pieces into his wardrobe, but definitely not in a "becoming someone else" way where he's donning a new style he's never previously had any interest in for himself. just something simple, so i chose a denim jacket, which would remind him of eddie's vest, and maybe he'd have a little corroded coffin pin on it or something. but he's still going to show up to eddie's show in what he's comfortable in, and eddie would never ever want him to change just to fit in with *his* crowd or whatever. i really like the sweet little moment i wrote to get that across, when eddie spots him in the crowd.

And Then 😈😈😈 the alley.

After the show, before Eddie can so much as get his lit cigarette between his lips, Steve is cornering him against the brick wall between the emergency exit and the dumpster, clinging to his sweat-soaked t-shirt and kissing him like he’ll just die if they part. Eddie’s come to expect this by now. He doesn’t get it, but Steve seems to love how he gets after shows, how he’s all sweaty and flushed and breathing hard and— Okay, yeah, maybe he does get it.  That doesn’t mean he’s any less amused about it as he carefully holds the still-lit cigarette at a safe distance. Eddie’s free arm snakes around Steve’s waist, pulling him as close as he can and eagerly swallowing down the sound Steve makes at the contact, using the opportunity to get his tongue inside his mouth. Steve one-ups him, because of course he does, sucking on Eddie’s tongue until he starts to feel like his jeans fit a bit tighter than they had before. 

if i had money to commission someone to draw a scene from any of my works, this would be my 2nd choice (behind the shotgunning scene in fttoyv with steve in argyle's lap but again. i've talked abt that one)

this kind of starts off the dynamic i keep in mind through the whole thing, which is: steve gets his way, eddie knows this, and wouldn't change a thing. even if eddie is technically filling the more "dominant" role, steve is the one in control of what's happening, and eddie loves giving him exactly what he wants, even (especially) if he can tease him before getting there. which also happens later. 👀

When Steve finally breaks away, it’s only because he’s trailing more kisses along Eddie’s jawline and down his neck. Eddie tilts his head, gives him some room, and has to suppress a shudder when he feels Steve’s tongue on his skin, licking a line up his neck. It shouldn’t turn him on like this but it does, he knows he’s all sweaty and gross but he also knows Steve loves it. He has it confirmed when Steve’s lips brush against the shell of his ear around a whisper of, “Eddie, you looked so fuckin’ hot tonight, under all those lights...” 

i got called out in my dms by a lovely friend for this paragraph ghfjkjgk don't look at me too close. anyway. my point here is that steve has a sweat kink. maybe i'm projecting. that's my business

Before Eddie can even get a chance to respond, Steve is sinking to his knees on the pavement, and all the words fade right off the tip of his tongue. It’s well into the night but his eyes have had enough time to adjust, and between the distant streetlights, the full moon, and the neon red of the sign above the emergency exit, he can see the man in front of him very clearly. And what a pretty picture he makes, kiss-swollen lips and disheveled hair and that fucking eyeliner, all tinted in red as he leans in to mouth at the obvious tent in the fabric of Eddie’s jeans. 

i don't even think i need to comment on this one because i just? yeah. that image. steve on his knees <3 i love it as much as steve in laps <3

but behind the curtains, we have steve doing what he does throughout the entirety of this fic, which is intentionally pushing eddie's buttons in order to get what he wants, which of course he eventually does. because they are equally as weak for each other, and steve knows he's hot. also i hc eddie's favorite color as red? but that's just me, and even if you disagree, we all know red is sexy lighting.

i really don't even have that much more to say about it ghdjgdk i'm really proud of this. and of course there's some good stuff immediately following 😈😈

#cheatghost #THANK YOU for asking me this <3 #ily

[brooklynislandgirl]

15. Do you have any piercings?

A Will and A Way || -

For a moment she thinks she has to have misheard Cisco. Not because what he said came across as though he'd been gargling mouth-wash with his lips pressed together while he was underwater. No, rather than the Charlie Brown Teacher sound effects, every word is clear and sharp and absolutely his voice in her ears though he's a respectable distance ~the other side of the table~ from her. Such an unexpected question and heard in a way she's unused to manages to scrunch her face in confusion. First, Cisco is never really comfortable talking about things like that. Idle discourse while they're working ranges the gamut of favourite video games, worst comic adaptations on streaming services, the nature of scientific advancement and the ethics they are bound in. Whenever she teases him about anything personal or untoward he tends to deflect with shyness and humour and in a lot of ways it feels like she's torturing him for no real reason. Second, she can't begin to understand why exactly he was asking. Was he considering getting his own piercings? Is he seeing someone and he needs to get some advice about how to work his way around them? Which brings up a more important question which is why he hadn't mentioned he'd met someone? Since when had she been out of the loop and how had she missed something so huge? "Uh." Ah yes, the eloquence of her intellect. Any day now, they're going to come along and confiscate her S*T *A*R Lab ID card and send her packing. Exactly what the Admiral would expect and would use at his pleasure to flay her alive. She keys in one more sequence before she slides out of her chair and comes around to Cisco's side of the table. This is a show-and-tell matter. She turns her head to the left so he can see her ear plain as day, and the four total she has there. "Lobe, and upper lobe," she says, pointing to the two lowest and most natural looking ones. Today, there's a crescent moon with a jewelled star in the lobe, an actual diamond solitaire in the upper. "Tragus" This is the opal stud in the bit of the ear attached to her upper cheek. Then she touches the silver ring and ball on the upper outer rim of her ear. "Helix." Then she shifts and offers him her right profile and the three there. The bar is the first one she points out. "Industrial." A matching solitaire diamond in the upper lobe, then a sort of tribal faux ruby in the lobe. "Bu wait, dere's more," she winks. She never takes her eyes off his face as she reaches down and unbuttons her jeans from first to last, and shimmies the denim down low enough that he gets a decent view of black lace against her skin. Three little aquamarine studs draw the eye to her narrow hip bone. "Sub-dermal implant. Dis one I got talked into when I was small kine tipsy." John had told her it was for protection. He'd held her head and whispered into her ear until the very last thing she was thinking about was someone cutting into her flesh and implanting metal into her body. If she was honest with herself, she's pretty sure John could have talked her into anything that night, and all the ones that came after before he disappeared from her life. But Cisco doesn't need to know that. To cover the sudden change in her expression, she turns around, back to him, and raises her shirt up a little. "An' I always keep small kine of home with me wherevah I go. Dis is symbolic of my aumakua, my islands, an' dere beauty." She doesn't mention or show him the other tattoos. They haven't gotten quite that close. "Now I'ma beatcha t' da punch an' say… no I don' got nipple piercings or ones…ah… down dere. I don' see da appeal, an' hand f' God, as a medical doctor, havin' dem can actually cause you to eventually lose sensitivity in dose places. So if ya considerin' piecings on ya… bits… my advice is…yeah, naw, brah."

#Mahalo!Tagg <333 #tbd|Cisco Ramon #tbd|Cisco and Beth #S*T*A*RLight|Arrowverse Au #All Our Tomorrows|DC verse #Lost in Translation || N F S W #piercings tw #tattoos tw

[wily-fox]

I have no context for this ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ Yay!

#my art #I`m pretty busy at work rn #so don`t expect a lot of drawings from me ;-; #I want #but I can`t((( #well anyway #tried a lineless style #again #looks good for me! #underfell #uf!papyrus #papyrus #рисовашки #RIP lasagna #... #I wonder what`s he looking at? #I have no idea tho

[amindofstone]

Match up, No. 6

@femalegoatthing said:

Hi, I saw you were doing matchups and I'm curious about them.Could I be matched with a male one piece character? I am a 20 yr old female, with a INFJ personality. I am 5'2", with red hair and glasses. I love to draw and paint, I am also obsessed with documentaries and murder podcasts. I am described as being rather chaotic and caring, like some strang goblin grandmother. Thank you so much for doing matchups, I wish you luck!

Match up rules can be found HERE.

a/n: Hi! Hello! Guten Tag! Hola! Bonjour! Okay, enough. I´m glad you requested and can´t wait to see what you think of what I came up with. Like always please be honest with me and tell me if you don´t like it, if I disappointed you or if you hated it. Tell me please. Give me a feedback so I can try my best again and make sure you are happy with the outcome. It´s just that I´m really insecure of my work and never happy. Like so far I am only happy with just one work of mine. One out of all the things I did until know. Anyways please enjoy what with come next. I wish you a happy reading!

Warning(s): Maybe grammatical or spelling mistakes since English is my third language and I´m still improving in every aspect (Please have mercy on that.)

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. Please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture is not mine. Credits to: Please tell me ASAP if you know who the artist is so I can give credits. Thank you in advance. !!!

· After a bit of thinking and a tiny bit of researches I decided to pair you up with Charlotte Katakuri

· Dating someone from the Charlotte family is absolutely difficult. If there is someone they like or someone else likes they have to get a permission of every family member and of course the head of the family, Charlotte Linlin

· But if a relationship is set by the emperor herself there is nothing that can be changed

· You are the daughter of a pretty feared and well-known mafia boss. You father is known for selling different kinds of weapons. You on your side had absolutely nothing to do with his work because he made sure you never get involved in his life to much. The fact that he lost your mother because of his work is enough of a burden to him so taking care of you is the least thing he could do

· After months of not seeing your father he came back home and had a nice dinner with you. You two cooked together and he for once told you something about his work that surprised you. You didn´t questioned it and just listened to him like the good obedient daughter you are. You nodded or hummed once in a while, during your preparation for dinner to make clear that you were indeed listening to his words. Once in a while you also managed to ask some vague questions about something but that was it. You didn´t wanted him to stop after all since it was the first time after a long period he spoke about his work. So it came that at dinner your father informed you about his decision to work under the name and security of the emperor Big Mom. For a second you stopped in your tracks but quickly put yourself together and nodded without giving a comment. You were surprised but even more shocked when he told you that he was doing that since more than two years now with the condition of you marring her third child and second son Katakuri.

· Time passed and the only thing you knew was the name of the man your father wants you to marry. You never complained or asked him questions about his decision because he was always right and always wanted the best for you. So you simply agreed and packed your belongings to sail to Big Moms territory to meet you in laws

· Time flew by and you were in one of the many guest rooms in the Whole Cake Chateau waiting to be called for a meal. But two days passed by now and nothing like that happened. You were stuck in your guest room alone with your father only coming to see you for breakfast. But today was different. A guard came to inform you about a dinner with Big Mom and your future husband. You nodded and saw the guard leave your room. You were nervous and didn´t know what to do but you tried your best to smile and get ready for meeting the man you were supposed to marry soon. The first impression was important after all

· You were waiting at the dining table for Big Mom with your father when suddenly a door opened. You instantly stood up and looked at the direction just to be greeted by the emperor and her son

· A (super) tall man entered the room and made your eyes widen out of shook. But that quickly turned into a small pout when you realized that you´ll look like a dwarf next to him. You all sat down and had a conversation with Big Mom and her son. More precisely your father and the emperor. You and the man who sat in front of you were only giving short agreements to questions once in awhile but other than that sat quietly.

· You were lost in your thoughts when you heard your soon to be mother in law tell you that you and her son should talk in the room next door promising that you would be alone. You nodded and sat up to follow the enormous tall man who lead you into a living room with couches, a bar, three huge windows, a chimney and some bookshelf’s. Without talking Katakuri gave you and a sign to sit down. Soon after he sat down too, right after he got you a drink and placed it in front of you. At first none of you talked but that changed after the man cleared his throat and introduced himself. It started with a simple small talk and questions about you and your origin. You knew he wanted to have an overview of what kind of person you were that he was about to marry soon. And you didn´t opposed to it and tried you best to show yourself on a good light while making sure to be honest.

· “I know that you aren´t happy about this marriage but there is nothing we can do. Let´s make the best out of it and try to get along as good as possible. I don´t expect you to spend time with me or call me your husband when it´s not necessary or even love me. The only thing I want from you is honesty and loyalty towards me and my family.”, said the man in a calm and reassuring voice. You should have been happy that he didn´t force you to anything but just honesty but you weren´t. You felt bad about him thinking you would be ashamed of calling him your husband just because it was an arranged marriage. “I promise you that I will do my best to please you and your family as good as I can. And if you thing that I hate you or the situation I am in, I can assure you that it is not like that. You seem to be a nice, well mannered man and I have absolutely no problem in being called your wife. If there is anything I can do for you never hesitate to tell me. Like you said. Let´s make the best out of it.”, you gave him a loving smile and talked a bit more while keeping a respectful distance from each other.

· Time flew by and you got married. After your marriage you got to learn your family in law better and got pretty close to a lot of them. You tried to show you from the best side although you were an introverted person. Katakuri knew this and respected you for that a lot. He really appreciated your effort in getting to know his siblings. It was really hard for you in the beginning but with time you stared to like some of them a lot and so it came that you found people to spend time with when Katakuri was taking care of his work as the minister of the flour island

· Living with Katakuri was the absolutely easiest thing of the whole marriage. You barely saw him or got time to spend with him. He never was home for any meals so it was always you or one of your siblings in law. One of them was always Brulee that took care of you and spend time with you. You didn´t mind that you couldn´t see your husband at the beginning because you both talked about this before your wedding a lot and he made sure to prepare you for a living with him. You told him that you were fine with it but slowly with weeks passing it started to bother you. Months passed and you took it personal and wondered if he avoided you on purpose or even hated you.

· It was a Friday evening. You had your dinner like any other day alone and sat down afterwards to paint a bit. You once told your husband that you liked painting and if you could turn a room in your shared house into an atelier but he didn´t mind and send you people to help you decorate the room after your likings. You were busy painting you latest work when you heard someone walking towards the room you were in. Your first thought was Brulee so you smiled and called her. “Brulee, I´m in my atelier. Come in.” You were about to turn around and look at the door when you let out a little scream. “I´m sorry. I didn´t want to scare you. Were you waiting for my sister?”, you husband spoke in his deep but calm voice. You shook your head and put you brush aside. “No you didn´t scare me. It´s just that I didn´t expect to see you home this early. Is everything alright?”. With a worried gaze you looked into the eyes of the tall man that shook his head slowly and apologized for disturbing you before he left to probably get in his room.

· You were nervous and confused of his sudden appearance at home. Thousand of thoughts ran around your head and raised you nervousness. But you gave yourself a little slap on the cheek and went to prepare him a little snack. You prepared him a tray with tea and donuts and knocked on his room. For a long time there was no response so you thought he might have been asleep out of exhaustion. With a little disappointed sigh you turned to leave when you heard a soft come in. Your eyes widen and you started to shake slightly. With a racing heart you opened the door and tried to avoid any eye contact. “I got you something to eat. Do you want me to leave it for you?”

· Katakuri was surprised. Why would you get him something and care for him? He had his maids and butlers that would get him anything he wanted so why would you do that? That absolutely didn´t make sense to him. You heard him thank you before you put the tray on the coffee table and wished him a good night.

· After that night he seemed to come back home earlier more often that caused you to wonder what changed in his work. You were confused and curious but never had the courage to ask him until Brulee asked you if her stubborn brother started to come home earlier. You were surprised and stared at her for who knows how long thinking if she was looking at her through the mirrors but the woman told you that she had a serious chat with him and made him change some of his habits.

· A year passed and you and Katakuri started to talk with each other more. You learned about his likings and his disliking. He told you about his work and showed you his office. He once even took you on a walk around the town to show you one of his favorite bakeries. It took the both of you a lot of time to get used to the fact you were married but at some time it happened. You would spend evenings together talking or playing chess what always turned to be harder than it should be because of his Haki that allowed him to look in the future. He would never admit it but he really enjoyed, in fact even loved seeing you get mad over him using his Haki at you. You would always call him cheater and pout the rest of the night until he would apologize with a donut.

· You were happy that you somehow managed to turn the marriage less awkward, sad and dull but there was still something not right. You felt sad when he would leave for work and get worried when he left for missions. Whenever he would come back you would have the need to hug him and thank god that he was doing fine but you always held back. Your actions made you realize that you started to like him. Even more than just like him. Cause you fell for him. So you tried you best to get closer to him by once in a while holding his hand not knowing that it made his heart do flips. Whenever you would take his hand in yours even if it was just for a second you feared him to push you away or having to start all over again from cero in your relationship

· One day you caught a horrible cold. You had no energy to move, talk or eat. You were laying in your bed like a corpse. Brulee and Pudding took care of you the whole time and never left your side. But it was a moment that made them scream in fear. You lost you concisions and made them worry to death. Brulee out of panic jumped through your mirror to go and get her brother. Screaming his name she jumped out of a mirror in the serious looking man’s office telling him that his wife is doing horrible and lost conscious. The usually calm Katakuri jumped out of his chair in a matter of a second following his sister through the mirror to get to you. To their luck the moment they came back running into your bedroom you were awake.

· “Y/N? What happened? Pudding why didn’t you call a doctor yet? Brulee go wet the towel.”, both of his sisters were again running around the house with worry written all over their faces. But not only were the women worried, your husband himself was worry itself but he made sure to not show any trait of that. He sat down next to you on the massive bed and took your tiny hand carefully in his and drew circles on the back of it.

· “Katakuri why are you here? I am fine. There is nothing to worry. It´s late did you had lunch?”, “You´re sick. You shouldn´t worry about me now.”, you shook your head and wanted to sit up when the man next to you kept you in place. “You can take care of my meals when you´re healthy again. Until then make sure to take care of yourself.” You had no energy to fight back so you gave a slight nod and let your husband and his sisters take care of you.

· Time passed and it got dark. Brulee and Pudding said their goodbyes and made sure to explain Katakuri how to take care of you and if her state got worse to call the doctor again. When they left Katakuri was about to go up to his room when the thought of you being alone hit him. A bit unsure whether he should stay with you or not he walked back to you room and light up some candles before he took of his shoes and sat down next to you on the bed. He was nervous. His heart was racing and his mind was an absolute mess. But his face? The definition of calm. You felt his presence next to you and smiled. You thanked him and took his big hand in yours and let sleep take over you once again.”No need to thank me doll.”

· And just like that it was the first time he ever called you by something else than your name but also the first night he shared a room with you.

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece oneshot #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece x oc #one piece katakuri #charlotte katakuri #katakuri imagine #katakuri x reader #katakuri headcanons #big mom pirates #anime matchup #one piece matchup #op katakuri #katakuri #matchup event

[tempenensis]

Jujusanpo #7

It’s another quiz show lol. This time the first years team is up against the second years. The title is “Second JUPPON Grandprix”. This episode is very long, but funny!

The second JUPPON Grand prix

Gojo (G)  : Second JUPPON Grand prix commence!! Let’s get pumped up, everybody!

Itadori (I) +Panda (P) : JUPPONN!

I              : Finally I’m not alone today! Thank you, Panda-senpai!

P             : Things like this we should follow the idiot

G            : Exactly! Look, look! You four should also read the atmosphere! Get pumped up!

Nobara (N) + Fushiguro (F) : *sigh*

G            : Get pumped up…

Maki (M) : No way I can get pumped up doing oogiri* first thing in the morning.

Toge (T)  : Shake

G            : Really? But Juppon grandprix is very popular so I thought to let all the second years join in

M           : Very popular, you said?

F             : There’s no way.

N            : Just wasting time right. And after it also including introduction lesson.

G            : So to deepen the fellowship among first and second years, let’s commence the second Juppon grandprix! This time, let’s divide into team of first years and second years to clash in this match

I              : Eh? Even though it’s a friendly meeting?

T             : Okaka

G            : The team who gets more points win.

N            : He doesn’t listen at all.

M           : Don’t hear from your nose.

G            : The losing team has to listen to one command of the winning team! Rejoice, first years! It’s a chance to dominate your senior!

N            : That’s doesn’t feel like it can deepen the friendship

P             : Satoru likes opposition

I              : Really?

F             : He’s the type that likes to makes smoke where there’s no fire

T             : Shake, shake

N            : This is late, but how can that person became a teacher?

M           : He’s a sorcerer before he’s a teacher. He’s really going around

G            : Well, then. Let’s begin! Let’s make the youth’s sweats flows. *clapping hands* Yes, let’s get pumped up!!

I              : YEAAYY!!

F             : *sigh*

I              : Eh? This time I’m alone? Panda-senpai?!

P             : Sorry. As expected, getting pumped up first thing in the morning is hard.

I              : Ah… is that so...

G            : Then. Let’s begin with the first question. “Feeling disappointed in one bite. What’s happen?” Yes, open your answers! Don!

N            : Your cooking.

I              : Thought it’s chocochip, but it’s raisin!

F             : sour persimmon

G            : Let’s continue with the second years!

M            : Limp cold potato

T             : Takana.

P             : The curry is too sweet

G            : Let’s go over it in order. Nobara, your cooking. This “you” is not me, right? JUPPON!! (1) Yuuji, raisin thought to be chocochip. That is a no. JUPPON!

I              : Yosha!

G            : Megumi, sour persimmon. Ahh, how disappointing. Eight point!

F             : What’s the reason?

G            : It’s better than being sold out.

F             : That’s not fair

G            : Then, let’s see the second years. Maki, cold potato becomes limp. That’s lame. JUPPON!  

M           : I never understand why hot crispy potato has the same price with the cold limp one!

N            : Maki-san, let’s get hamburger together next time!

G            : Next, Toge! Oh, you draw a picture. This is…? You bought an onigiri but there’s no fillings?

T             : Shake!

G            : Oh, good! JUPPON!

T             : Mentaiko

G            : Last is Panda! The curry is too sweet. Three point!

P             : Why?!

G            : Because I like it sweet. It’s better if there are a lot of apples and honey!

P             : Ooe

G            : Everyone is good! You’re all excited!

M           : No, we aren’t!

P             : We are not.

T             : Okaka.

G            : Let’s continue to the second question! Santa claus is retired. The reason is?? Yes, DON!

N            : Accused of working the reindeers too hard

I              : Accused of trespassing

F             : Accused of using personal information

G            : Ooh, first years that’s good. And then, second years!

M            : One-sidedly cancelling contract

T             : Takana.

P             : Losing from Ama*piip* (2)

G            : Nobara! accused of working the reindeers too hard. You are not thinking about the people. One point.

N            : Why?

G            : Yuuji! He’s accused of trespassing. JUPPON!

I              : Good!

N            : I said why?!

G            : Megumi, accused of using personal information. Hm. JUPPON! Next, let’s see the second years! Maki, he cancels contract one-sidedly. Santa-san… JUPPON! Toge is drawing a picture again. Uuh.. this is..? The security is too tight so he can’t enter houses?

T             : Shake.

G            : Toge, your drawing is good. JUPPON! Last is Panda! Losing from Ama*piip*. Please stop the pii sound, yes?  JUPPON! Everyone is good! Imagination Big bang! So let’s get to the last question. “This is real… but it can’t be real?” What kind of things we are talking about? Crying, laughing, this is the very last. Yes, DON!

N            : No guarantee until die

I              : Only using left hand until die

F             : Can only eat red bean until die

G            : Wait, wait, first years, what happened? It’s amazing you sync perfectly

N            : I’m not happy at all

F             : Same.

I              : Eh, why? It’s amazing, though

G            : Amazing, right? That’s why you three get thirty points!

P             : Oi, ain’t that unfair?

T             : Mentaiko

M            : Nevermind, it’s fine

G            : That’s Maki for you. Your heart is wide! So second years, yes, DON!

M            : There’s actually nothing called Mori girls (3)

T             : Takana mentaiko!

P             : Panda is omnivore!

G            : Maki, there’s actually nothing called Mori girls… scary.. eh, what? Horror story? Three points. Toge! You draw a picture until the end, huh. Uuh.. this is… hm? Hm? Dog? Dog, isn’t it? The dogs are gathering and attending a meeting?

T             : Okaka

G            : Eh? It’s not? I don’t understand, so two points!

T             : Tunamayo!

G            : Last is Panda! Panda is omnivore. That can’t be real?? But that’s regrettable. Six points!

P             : I said why?

N            : This really feels troublesome.

M           : Just get on with it

N            : Yeah, let’s just do that.

G            : Then, let’s announce the result! First years seven points, second years five points. So, the winner of second Juppon Grand Prix is the first years!

I              : YEAYY!!

others     : *sigh*

I              : Eh, I’m alone again?

G            : So, Yuuji, do you have any command for the second years?

I              : Eh, eh, me?

M            : (menacingly) Say it, Itadori. We’ll hear anything you say

P             : Yeah, what is your request

T             : Shake.

I              : The atmosphere feels like I can’t ask of anything, but..

F             : Just say it. There’s a lot you want to say, right?

M            : Is that right?

I              : Eh, no, I’m not! Kugisaki, do you have anything?

N            : Haa? Aren’t you the one most pumped up? You give the command

G            : So Yuuji, do it quickly! The time is running out. Just say it, just say it!

I              : Then… after this, please treat us first years to a meal. Please!

M           : That’s impossible.

P             : Impossible.

T             : Okaka

I              : How can it be impossible?

N            : Our seniors is also moderate

F             : They can only be like this

G            : So, let’s begin the introduction!

(end)

Notes 1:

(1)   JUPPON; from ju meaning ten and ppon meaning point. So juppon means ten points (2)   Amazon censored lmaaooo (3)   A fashion style? Idk lol    

Notes 2: Toge’s words. Other than the first two, there’s still no confirmation on the meaning lol

1. Shake (salmon) : affirmative 2. Okaka (chopped katsuobushi) : negative/contradictory 3. Takana (mustard) 4. Mentaiko (pollock roe) 5. Tunamayo (tuna with mayonnaise)

#jujutsu kaisen #jujusanpo #dramacd translation #itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #kugisaki nobara #gojo satoru #zenin maki #inumaki #panda

[come-on-shitty-boys]

//next chapter. bokuto koutarou//

Request: Ok ok. Single parent!Bokuto and you're his new girlfriend...he's never really told you about the triplets yet because you might get scared until one day he finally decided to introduce you to them because he think you're mama material to his baby owlies 🥺

Warnings: none :) just a lot of pure pure fluff

Word Count: 2.2K

Notes:  i was in desperate need of some domestic papa bokuto .-. Also peep me using the kouddi kids that elle and i dreamed up 

He didn’t know why he was so nervous, but his leg kept bouncing.  Your fingers combing through the back of his hair wasn’t even enough to bring his nerves down.  But, this was big.  It had been something that Bokuto had been anticipating since he realized just how much he wanted to see your smile every time he woke up.  He had fallen head over heels a lot harder than he should have for some girl that he hit with a shopping cart on a random Tuesday afternoon.  But, who was he to ignore the heavy pounding in his chest when you had grabbed his outstretched hand to let him pull you to your feet?  The fire that had warmed his ears was too hot to just shake off.  He hadn’t felt like that in a long time and there was no telling when this feeling would come back.

It had been a hassle, really.  He was always busy with volleyball games or practice when you were free and on the rare chance that he was available, it never failed that you were stuck at work.  But, the struggles that the two of you faced and climbed over together are the reason he finally decided to take this next big step.  It was almost four months into his relationship with you that he spilled the secret that he had been keeping from you this entire time.  

“I have kids.  Three of them, actually.  I know that I should’ve told you sooner, but I was afraid that you wouldn’t be interested anymore.  But, they mean a lot to me, so I couldn’t just keep them a secret from you, you know?  I completely get if you don’t want to see me again after tonight.  I mean, this probably wasn’t what you were expecting to hear on a F-” 

He had been a ball of nerves, similar to how he was behaving now.  Bokuto’s hands were flying each and every way, his eyes trained everywhere but your face.  If only he had seen the loving expression in your eyes sooner, his anxieties about this being your deal breaker would’ve melted away in a heartbeat, but rather, your lips had pressed gently against his, silencing his worries as your fingers shifted slowly from the back of his neck, up into his hair, that comforting touch letting your boyfriend sink even further under your spell.

But unlike back then, a kiss wasn’t going to ease him.  Telling you about his kids was one thing, but having you actually meet them was an entirely separate ordeal.  It wasn’t that he believed that you wouldn’t love his kids wholeheartedly and he was certain that the triplets had heard enough stories about you that they would have no problem adapting to you as a figure in their lives.  Oh no, those were all quite far from his concerns.  Having one rambunctious five year old would’ve made this whole thing so much easier.  One kid was easy to control and keep an eye on.  But, three young children who each had the never-ending energy of their father was bound to make you take a step back and rethink every decision that you had made up to this point.  

Bokuto Koutarou had been quiet for most of the drive from your house to his own, every now and then reaching over to place a hand on your knee to give it a slight squeeze of reassurance, for you or him, it was hard to say.  “Are you sure you want to do this?  We can turn around and I can take you home.  If you’re not ready, then-”

You catch yourself laughing a little as you lean over the console of his car to place a small peck to his cheek.  “I want to meet them, Kou.  They’re your kids and they mean a lot to you.  I really love you and I want to be able to be in their lives too.  If they want me to be, of course.”

For the first time since he picked you up, he nearly seemed like his usual self.  He let out a hearty laugh and gave you that bright smile that had you melting every time you saw it.  “Are you kidding?  They’ve been talking about this day non-stop since I told them that you wanted to meet them.  Madori, especially.  It’s been a while since she had another girl around, you know?  She’s been stuck with me and the boys ever since their mom left.  I try my best, but painting papa’s nails is more of a joke than her playing salon.  So, don’t be surprised if she latches onto the second she sees you.”  He sighed a little, the sheepish smile settling on his lips.  

“But, the boys are polar opposites!  Fukurou, he’s the shy one.  I don’t know where he got it, but he’ll probably hide from you for a little while.  Don’t take it personally.  I swear, he does it with everyone he meets, but I’d give him an hour before he’s trying to sit in your lap every chance he gets.  He’s pretty clingy, but I guess I can’t really blame him.  But, Koujirou is going to be asking you a hundred questions before you can even step in the door.  He talks just as much as I do.”  

Your boyfriend laughs gently.  There was always a certain look on his face whenever he started talking about the triplets.  He just looked so far away, like he was lost in a day dream, but the smile on his face would have you believe that he never wanted to return to reality.  But, maybe that’s what being a single father did.  It brought him closer than he could have ever imagined that he would be to his kids.  Sure, trying to juggle three little kids and a volleyball career wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but no one said it would be.  If you had told him in high school that his life would be forever changed by three little owls before he was thirty, Bokuto probably wouldn’t have believed you.  But, his three babies had joined him for the ride and he couldn’t be happier to have them by his side.  They were wild and the house hadn’t seen a moment of peace since they were born, but they were his own and the four of them had become their own perfect little family, surviving the best they could.  

If Bokuto played his cards right and if this day went as smoothly as he hoped, his family of four would have the opportunity to grow into one of five, a new mom to step in and be that second parental figure that had been absent in the triplets’ lives for so long now.  He’d be lying if he said that he hadn’t thought about asking that one important question.  But, with the relationship just barely reaching the ten month mark, it still seemed too soon to put a ring on your finger.  Still, he couldn’t help but run his thumb over the back of your ring finger every time he held your hand, imagining how it would feel to draw the pad of his thumb over a small diamond that united the two of you together instead of your smooth skin.  Making you an official member of his family would be the perfect addition to his already incredible life.

The engine cuts and he pulls his car keys from the ignition, taking a brief moment to relax in the silence with you.  It would take roughly 20 steps to get to the front door and in 20 steps his entire relationship with you would change.  Bokuto felt your hand snake away from his hair to rub soothing circles across his back.  “Are you ready?” He asks, honey eyes catching the light of the afternoon causing the colors to appear an even more beautiful shade than they already were.  His eyes searched your face for any ounce of reservation that could cause this whole thing to go awry, but no matter how deeply he searched, you only stared back at him, features brimming with confidence.  

“Thank you, Kou,” you say, watching his brows knit together in a bemused expression, head tilting cutely to the side.  “For letting me be a part of their lives.  You never had to let us get to this point, but I’m happy that we did.”

“So, I am.  Honestly, Y/N.  I couldn’t be happier that you actually wanted to meet them.  They’ve never had anyone besides me who was actively trying to be in their lives, so I should really be thanking you for giving us a chance, shouldn’t I?”

“Shall we?”  Your hand reaches for the handle of the door, but stopping before you can touch it, waiting for him to come along on this next chapter.

He nods his head, a shaky breath passing from his lips.  “Let’s go.”  He counted each step in his head, watching as your feet moved in sync with his.  The jingle of his keys as they found their place in the lock and the short click as the bolt slid out of its place.  

“Papa!” 

Bokuto didn’t even have a chance to step past the threshold before three little flurries rushed out the door and into his arms.  They stared up at him with wide golden eyes, clinging onto his clothes as they welcomed their father home.  He laughed, reaching down to ruffle the grey hair that donned their heads.  “Listen, I’ll let you climb on me all you want, but let me go talk to ‘Kaashi first, okay?  He probably wants to head home after putting up with you monsters all day.”  He bent down, quickly tickling his fingers over each one of their sides, bursts of happy giggles filling the air.  

He was just about to finally walk inside when Madori’s small hand tugged the bottom of his t-shirt to make him squat down to her level so she could whisper something in his ear.  You could see her making not-so-sneaky glances over at you and the smile that took over Bokuto’s face as he waved his kids over to him.  “Guys, I have someone very special that I want you to meet.  This is the girl that papa was telling you about, remember?  The one that I told you was really important to me?  Her name is Y/N and she’s going to be hanging out with us tonight, is that cool?”  Three heads do exaggerated nods in affirmation, letting their father turn them around to face you as he stood.  “Y/N, this is Madori, Fukurou, and Koujirou,” he states, patting each of the kids on the head as he stated their name.  

You get down on their level and as if on cue, Fukurou’s hands make a tight fist around Bokuto’s pants, ducking behind the strong build of his father.  “I know it’s a little scary meeting someone new, but I want to get to know you guys so we can be friends, okay?  My name is Y/N.  Your papa has told me all about you three.”

“Are you going to be our new momma?” Koujirou asks plainly.

“Well, not right now.  I’m still getting to know you and I can’t be your momma if I don’t know anything about you.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I bet you wouldn’t like that very much, would you?  Some random person that you never met walks into your house and tells you that they’re your new momma, that’d be pretty weird.”

“Do you want to be our momma?”

“If you want me to, I would really like to be your mom someday, but I’m sure your papa wants to make sure that you three are okay with something like that before that happens.”

“Hey, miss?” Madori asks, her hand tugs gently on the sleeve of your shirt.  “Do you want to play hair with me?  I’ll let you be the hair person and you can do my hair if you want.  I have lots of clippies and things.”

“I’d really like that, Madori.  Do you want to go get everything set up while I put my stuff down?”

The little girl nods, skipping back into the house, disappearing down a hall to set up her very own salon, but this time she’d be able to do more than just paint her daddy’s nails hot pink and shove a few brightly colored clips in his hair.

Bokuto couldn’t tear his eyes away.  Even if he tried, he just kept staring fondly at you as you interacted with the three most important people in his life.  That wistful smile overtook his face all over again, but now, his reality was better than any dream he’d ever had.  He had everything he could have ever wanted.  His dream career, three wonderful kids (even if their favorite pastime was keeping him up at all hours of the night), and the perfect woman to complete his picture perfect future.  

Now, he was just missing one thing:

An “I do.”

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Ranking

Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,967

Warnings: Food mention. Possible secondhand embarrassment trigger.

Author’s Note: Fluffy stuff. 

You had never been one for rag mags - celebrity gossip is simply uninteresting at best and horribly cruel at worst - but the bold headline this week on People Magazine catches your eye as you absentmindedly place your groceries on the belt at the supermarket. 

“Seriously?” you mutter incredulously, your fingers wrapped around a bottle of orange juice. 

Is it worthy of a chuckle? Should you keep moving, pretend you didn’t see it? Or... and you can’t believe this thought has even occurred to you... would it be worth the six bucks to bring it back to the compound and share with the rest of the team? The options occupy too much of your brain space as the cashier tells your total, distracting you from the inane tug-of-war in your head. 

“How much?” you say, shaking away the silly predicament for a moment. 

The cashier, hardly older than 16 it seems, points at the screen instead of answering. Before you pay, however, you glance back at the magazine, finally coming to a decision. 

--

The magazine slaps the counter top, its glossy front page gleaming as you unload the rest of the groceries; it gets lost in the vegetables and fruits, the cereals, the junk food... and for a while you forget it.

"Back with the grub, eh, Y/N?" Tony says, swiping up a bag of Doritos and popping it open. "I gotta say, you've done shopping trips quicker than that."

You laugh, gathering all the reusable bags into one and putting them away and say, "Maybe you should don your supersuit and fly over all the New York City traffic if you want it quicker.”

"I believe that would be an unnecessary trip," Bruce mentions from the kitchen table, sipping his tea. 

“Hey, I offered to send someone out to do it,” he replies. “You insisted on doing it yourself, remember? If I recall correctly,” he continues, feigning concentration as he puts on a teasing mocking tone, “you said that you didn’t want to let the fact that you’re an Avenger now make you too... what was the word.... bougie.”

“At least one of us needs to be grounded, Tony.”

Your gaze shifts to Steve as he passes, a subtle smile on his face when he meets your eye; your tummy flutters, having nothing to do with the hunger pang you’re feeling and everything to do with the way Steve’s eyes sparkle in the soothing lighting of the kitchen. You smile back, hoping the burn in your cheeks is obvious to no one but yourself. 

One by one, the team trickles into the kitchen, looking for a lazy Sunday lunch or ingredients for a post-workout smoothie. Your voices mingle together, a pleasant hum in the early afternoon of a rare mission-free, drama-free weekend. 

Or so you thought. 

"I'm not number one?!"

The incredulous shout draws every eye in the room; Tony sits on the counter, eyes wide as he stares into the open magazine in his hand. You giggle, turning back to your lunch, relieved to know you don't have to live with his over-inflated ego for the next century.

"What are you on about?” Thor says, looking up almost mid-bite. 

“This,” Tony replies, shaking the magazine; he flips through the pages, apparently intent on finding his ranking. “It’s the Top 10 Sexiest Male Superheroes, and I’m... not even second... I’m... how am I fifth?”

At this point, you bite your knuckle to keep from bursting aloud with laughter. You lock eyes with Steve, who mirrors your amusement.

“Lang is ahead of me? Are you serious? He’s a goddamn ant! An actual bug!”

“Who’s number one?” Natasha inquires after swallowing a bite of her sandwich.

Tony looks up, annoyed or crestfallen, you can’t tell. 

“Thor, of course,” he answers with a shrug. “Can’t beat a demigod, I guess.”

Thor jumps up from his chair, his arms raised in victory, Clint giving him a congratulatory high five. The kitchen descends into loud chatter, and after many demands to know the full list, Tony gives the magazine up to Natasha, who reads off the ranking. 

“Cap,” she says with a nod to him. “Good job, you’re second.”

“What?” he laughs; if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear it was humility that makes him say it. There’s no chance that his ranking would go to his head.

“It’s gotta be the beard,” Clint laughs. “Otherwise you would’ve been eighth or worse.”

“It’s definitely more than the beard,” you answer.

Biting your tongue might have been the better option, as now you find yourself the center of some very intrigued attention. Perhaps your tone was a little too defensive, or the blush that certainly feels infinitely hotter now has finally caught flame on your cheeks. Whatever it was that garnered such smirks from around the table, whatever your intentions, your immediate wish is for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. 

“Care to elaborate on that, Y/N?” Tony asks, seeming to forget his fifth place ranking for a moment in favor of someone else’s total humiliation.

You clear your throat, glancing down at your food, bereft of your hunger. 

“Well,” you begin. “Maybe it has a lot to do with the way he carries himself, you know? There’s a lot of dignity there, a lot of virtue. He’s respectful and honest, stands up for what he believes in. He’s definitely not hideous, either. You know... he’s a - ”

“Y/N,” Steve says, leaning forward in his chair. “You don’t have to explain yourself. It’s really sweet of you, of course, and I do appreciate it, but - “

“No, Cap,” Tony interrupts. “I think we should let Y/N keep going.”

Your throat closes in panic and you clear it again, getting to your feet as you say, “I’m actually just gonna go.... uh... make a phone call. I’ll catch you guys later.”

Steve chastises Tony as the rest of the team breaks into discussion, but you don’t hear any of it. Soon, you’re in the elevator, bumping your head against the wall over and over, wondering if it’s too soon to pack your bags and leave the team with no notice as to where you’ve gone. You barely register your surroundings until you enter your room, locking the door behind you and requesting that FRIDAY ensures that you remain undisturbed until further notice. 

---

Each time your knuckles meet the leather of the punching bag, your mind gets a little clearer. It’s almost as if all the big and little things plaguing your thoughts settle on the surface of your fists, only to be smashed to pieces when you punch. The nervous energy that settled in you at lunch drives your fists forward, burning off into nothing with every movement you make. 

Midnight was the perfect time to sneak into the gym, to get a workout in without anyone bothering you; everyone usually slinks off to do their own things a little earlier in the evening. Perhaps some have fallen asleep by this time. It didn’t matter where they were or what they were doing as long as they weren’t around to say anything to you about Steve.

“Y/N?”

Then again... sometimes you’re wrong. 

You halt in your activity, breathing heavily and dreading turning to look at Steve. Your hands drop to your sides as you pluck up your courage, facing the man with a deep breath.

“Hey,” you reply as nonchalant as possible.

“Hi,” he says softly, his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants; his eyes fix on yours, drawing you into their depths as usual as he slowly approaches you. “Can we talk?”

The pit in your stomach grows exponentially, making you regret ever leaving your room in the first place.

“We don’t have to,” you answer quietly. “It’s just a silly magazine. It’s not like it’s about anything important, right?”

Facing the bag once more, you resume your activity, hoping against hope that Steve just leaves it there, that he doesn’t press the matter. The very last thing you want to do is spill your guts about what you thought was just a casual crush to the very man you’re crushing on. You hadn’t expected to become so flustered in such a situation, but with the spotlight on you at lunch, it had really sunk in just how much you feel for him. 

“Y/N,” he continues, but you evade him.

“It’s not a big deal,” you say, deciding to give up your workout for the night and hit the showers; he’d never follow you there. 

Before you can get too far, though, he says, “That’s why you’re running away from me, right?”

The anger is a surprise, bubbling up as you turn on your heel; perhaps it’s your shield in this moment, a veil to wear to save face. 

“Don’t push it, Cap,” you insist, making one more attempt at escape. Again, however, you’re stayed by his response.

“You’re definitely not hideous, either,’ he says, and you turn to face him once more; he stands there, wringing his hands, an earnest expression on his face. “You’re funny, and whip smart, and you don’t take anyone’s shit. There’s compassion and a goodness that I haven’t seen in anyone in a long time.”

Perhaps you’ve hit your head and you’re dreaming this. Maybe there’s a chance you inadvertently ingested some kind of hallucinogen at an enemy’s lair. Whatever it is, there is no way that Steve Rogers is standing in front of you, singing your praises like this. Not in the real world. Never once had you imagined the feelings reciprocated, so this must be a figment of your deepest desires.

“What?” is all you manage to say.

Steve’s brows knit over the bridge of his nose, desperation threading through every feature on his face.

“You can’t possibly think I wouldn’t fall for you, can you?” he asks gently. “That I haven’t noticed you? Y/N, you’re almost the only thing I notice anymore.”

"Well, that's a good way to get yourself killed during a mission."

You didn't mean to say it, and the moment solidifies around you, even the molecules in the air coming to a stand still. Steve’s eyes sparkle, blinking in slow motion as he moves forward. The corner of his mouth twitches upward in a sweet smirk. 

“What a way to go, then,” he says, within reaching distance of your hand. 

“So much for our selfless leader,” you giggle.

He hesitates for a moment, but when you move to offer your hand, he reaches out with his, his fingers curling around yours. The blue in his eyes glints in the low light of the gym, hinting not a single bit of insincerity. 

“There is something wrong with your ranking, though,” you say after a moment, amused at the almost-surprise in his expression as he straightens his posture.

“What do you mean?”

You grin before replying, “You should definitely have taken the number one spot.”

Steve relaxes, chuckling as he glances away. His free hand combs through his hair.

“Over Thor?” he says. “No way that’s happening.”

“Please,” you answer, finding your gumption and pulling him closer; the two of you are close enough to feel each other’s breaths on your faces, “There’s no contest.”

One more tug on his hand and his lips meet yours, hesitant at first, but with a sigh, the pair of you relax into each other. Lips parting, you taste his breath, minty and clean, as his hands find your waist, pulling you flush against his front. 

“If you say so,” he says as he pulls away, gazing into your eyes as he smiles, his expression a little dazed, a little satisfied. 

“Oh, Cap,” you reply, your hand above his wildly beating heart. “I do say so.”

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Chapter 23

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Harry X OFC (AU)

Sequel to Brutality: In which Melody and Harry must relearn how to navigate one another among a flurry of changes.

Read previous parts here.

Author’s note: HELLO EVERYBODY. BIG APOLOGIES FOR THE LONG ASS WAIT BUT HERE SHE IS. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. I AM STILL WORKING ON THE NEXT CHAPTER AND I CAN’T PROMISE WHEN I WILL POST AGAIN, BUT HOPEFULLY IT WILL BE SOON. HOPE YOU’RE ALL WELL!!! (If you feel so inclined, I do have a ko-fi now, and coffee sure does help me on writing sprees. *wink wink*)

“Mel.” Harry skimmed a hand down the side of her neck to the bandage that covered her small cut, where she’d been sliced by Colton’s knife. For all intents and purposes, she appeared dead to the world, but she usually did when she slept this late into the day. “Melody, wake up.”

Her eyes fluttered open, vision blurry. And she jumped when she felt Harry’s hand shift on her throat, pushing him away with a gasp.

“‘S me,” he told her gently, crouching down beside the bed until he was at eye level with her, watching her face relax in realization. “‘S only me.”

“You’re okay?” she whispered. She hadn’t been able to speak to him at all the night before. He’d been whisked away for an MRI the moment they’d stepped foot in the hospital, and when she’d been allowed into his room, the pain meds they’d pumped into him had already knocked him unconscious. At some point in the middle of the night, he’d woken her and coaxed her out of her chair, into the hospital bed with him, but they’d both been too tired to speak more than a couple words before falling back to sleep.

“‘M fine,” he answered, nodding.

Melody sighed in relief. She watched Harry rest his chin on the edge of the mattress as she shifted onto her back, then rubbed at her tired eyes. “Did you hear what Brian said?” she whispered. It was almost too quiet to be a hospital. She wasn’t surprised when she glanced at the door and found it closed.

“Not last night,” he said. “Didn’ hear anythin’ anyone said last night. I was completely out of it.” He paused and then nodded slowly. “But he told me this mornin’.”

The air felt heavy. Melody had so many thoughts, but she didn’t know what any of them were. Her mind was a jumble of string, and she couldn’t find an end to yank and untangle.

“Are yeh okay?” Harry asked. He reached for her hand, dragging it across the bed and pressing his lips to her knuckles, gentle with the dark bruises from when she’d hit CJ. “Mel, yeh don’ feel bad, do yeh?” His voice was quiet, gentle. It was so different from everything she’d heard leave his mouth the day before—when he’d argued with CJ, when he’d snapped at her in the car, when he’d spoken so urgently to her and Colton. “He wouldn’ have felt bad if he hurt yeh. He didn’ regret almost killin’ me.”

Melody shook her head, sitting up. “No,” she muttered, pulling the strap of her tank top back up her shoulder. “No, of course not. It’s just...complicated.”

Harry agreed. None of this was simple. “Yeh wanna get dressed, love?” he asked. “Bea and Josie are here. And Sean went downstairs to grab us some breakfast.”

Melody glanced toward the door, nodding. “Is Vanessa here?”

Harry stood, dropping Melody’s hand to reach for the bag that Bea had brought for her. He dug beneath her dress—now rumpled and bloody—for the fresh clothes Bea had packed, tossing a t-shirt and leggings onto the bed. “She wanted to stay until yeh woke up,” he said, “but she worked a double yesterday. She went home to sleep. She said to have you call her when yeh feel like it.”

Melody glanced at her phone on the table beside the bed. Somehow, Bea had found it in her suitcase before leaving the apartment. But Melody hadn’t taken a moment to check her notifications. She knew that she’d have to talk to her mom. Speaking with Vanessa sounded a lot less dreadful, but despite the deep sleep Harry had woken her from, it was as if she had no energy left to explain what had happened. She barely had the energy to process it herself.

Trying not to fall into the vivid memories of the night before, Melody slipped her tank top off and switched it for the t-shirt Harry had laid out for her. When she’d changed her pants and raked her hands through her hair, she found Harry staring out the window, his arms crossed, his eyes unfocused.

“Are you okay?” she whispered, lifting a hand to touch his shoulder when he didn’t respond. “Harry?”

“Hm?” he murmured. He glanced down at her, dazed, and nodded. “Yeah, ‘m fine. Uh, Brian needs me to identify the body.”

Melody’s stomach seized up. If she had eaten anything since early yesterday afternoon, she might’ve been sick.

“Do you...” she began, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. “Uh, do you need me to come with you?”

“No.” Harry shook his head fiercely. He watched relief spread across her face. “No, you can just go home with Bea, yeah?”

Melody clasped her hands in her lap, her brows knitting together. “Are you sure?”

“Of course ‘m sure,” Harry said. “I can do it alone.”

The minutes of panic from the day before raced through Harry’s mind again—minutes that had seemed to last for hours. Despite his efforts to shake them, the memories had flashed like strobe lights since he’d woken up. Melody’s terrified face, Colton’s grin, the gleam of the knife, the feeling of sheer uselessness, of helplessness. And the apologies afterward, like Melody had expected to take Colton down single-handedly.

“Melody,” Harry said quietly, uncrossing his arms to press his palms into the mattress, “yeh know I didn’ expect yeh to turn around and knock him out, right?”

She pulled her lip between her teeth and turned her head away from him. Like she was embarrassed. He shook his head slowly, confused and exasperated.

“He had a fuckin’ knife to your throat,” he reminded her.

Melody sighed, staring at the wall before her. “But I—”

“But nothin’, okay?” Harry interrupted. He caught her chin, turning her face toward him. “If all yeh ended up with was this little cut,” he continued, running a finger down to the edge of the bandage on her neck, “then I don’ care. Yeh’re okay. Tha’s what matters to me.” Melody blinked silently, shivering as his fingers drifted over her skin. Harry drew in a deep breath. “And ‘m sorry for snappin’ at yeh in the car,” he added in a whisper.

Melody’s lips pursed. She reached up to grip his wrist, dragging his hand away from her neck, where his touch still tickled. “It’s fine.”

“No, ‘s not. It wasn’ fair,” he protested. “Yeh weren’ doin’ anythin’ wrong.”

Melody studied the tense lines of his face. Their conversation before arriving back at the apartment was the last thing she was worried about. It seemed weeks ago, rather than only a few hours. “How’s your head?” she asked.

Harry nodded softly. “Okay. Still aches a little, but ’m fine. How’s your hand?” He reached for the one in her lap when she merely shrugged, bending her fingers, gentle. “That hurt?”

Melody’s wince answered him. She pressed her lips tightly together. “Mhmm.”

Someone knocked at the door. Melody stiffened.

“Can we come in yet?” Bea asked, poking her head into the room. “Is she awake?”

“I’m awake,” Melody assured her, drawing her hand out of Harry’s and relaxing her sore fingers.

“Oh, good.” The door swung open as Bea entered the room, closely followed by Josie. Sean trailed after them, his hands full, hugging cups of coffee to his chest. They all looked just as tired as Melody felt, and the unbridled worry in their eyes had her fighting back a rush of tears.

“Hi,” Sean murmured, stepping in front of Bea and Josie to hand Melody some breakfast—a bagel and a container of fruit. She took the cup of coffee he handed her with a sigh of thanks. But it was quiet as he passed another breakfast off to Harry, like everyone was wondering where to start a conversation.

“Um,” Bea began, scratching at her temple, where a curl was tickling her, “how did the visit go?”

Melody took a sip of lukewarm, watery coffee and shook her head.

“Oh, no.” Bea glanced at Harry, her eyes narrowed in accusation. “What’d he do?”

Josie barked out a laugh and then clapped a hand over her mouth, turning toward the door. But the damage had already been done. Harry cocked his head at both of them, raising an eyebrow in offense.

“It was me, actually,” Melody said. She watched Bea shoot Harry a short, apologetic look and then avoid his gaze. “CJ showed up.”

“Yikes,” Bea hissed. Her nose wrinkled in distaste. “I thought he wasn’t going. Didn’t he have a tennis match or something?”

Maybe it shouldn’t have bothered him, but hearing Bea talk about CJ so casually rubbed Harry the wrong way. When had she and Melody talked about him? How did Bea know that CJ had a tennis match? And if CJ’s presence or absence was so important, why did Harry feel so out of the loop? But instead of wondering aloud, he only muttered, “Of course he plays fuckin’ tennis.”

Josie gave a dry snort, side-eyeing him. “What’s wrong with tennis?”

“Do yeh play?”

“No.”

“Then, why does it matter?”

Josie rolled her eyes and turned toward Melody. “Well, we’re kind of having the same issue,” she said, tipping her head in Bea’s direction. “My parents won’t even let me in the house.” When Harry looked blankly at her, she added, “Very religious family.”

Harry frowned, raising a brow. “Yeh work in a bar.”

Josie scoffed. “And you’re unemployed,” she snapped back. “See how rude it sounds?”

Melody set her coffee to the side and pressed a hand to her forehead when Harry opened his mouth to speak again. She was relieved that everyone was avoiding the topic of Colton, of the entire reason they were in the hospital to begin with, but this was not the sort of conversation she wanted to hear instead. “Can you both stop, please?” she muttered.

Bea sighed. “Do you wanna go home?” she asked Melody. “You’re ready?”

A swift nod later, Harry was stuffing her dirty clothes back into her bag, zipping it up and handing it over to Bea. Josie reached for Melody’s coffee.

“I’m gonna stick with Harry,” Sean said as Melody climbed off of the bed.

For the first time since she woke, she let her hand drift to her neck, to her bandaged wound. She could feel the slightest sting when she applied pressure. It was a small cut—insignificant, really—but that didn’t stop her mind from wandering. What if Colton had kept a better grip? What if she hadn’t slipped so perfectly from the circle of his arm? And what if Harry hadn’t been so lucky? What if he’d suffered more than that skull-splitting headache?

“Melody,” Harry whispered. She blinked and he was standing in front of her, rubbing his chin, the skin smooth and shaven so neatly for meeting her parents. He lifted his other hand and his fingers circled her wrist, drawing her arm back to her side. She hadn’t realized she’d still been touching the bandage. “Are yeh still here?”

“What?” she murmured back.

He drew in a slow breath and shrugged. “Yeh space out when yeh’re stressed,” he explained. “Sure yeh’re okay?”

Melody glanced down at his hand, still looped around her wrist, his thumb dancing across the thin bones. “Yeah,” she said. “I’m fine.”

He nodded briefly, though he didn’t believe her in the slightest. “I’ll go right back to the apartment when ‘m done here, okay?” He waited for a nod or a hum, some form of acknowledgment, but it didn’t come. “Mel.”

She shook her head, as if waking from a daze, and looked up to meet his eyes. “Okay.”

Harry pressed his palm to the side of her face, thumbing over her cheekbone. The skin beneath her eyes was dark and swollen, her lips raw from all of her constant chewing, the bruise at her chin only just beginning to yellow. She looked like she’d been dragged through hell, and maybe she had. Maybe this was her personal hell.

“See yeh soon,” Harry breathed, ducking to press a swift kiss to her forehead. He stepped aside so that Bea and Josie could usher her out of the room, and he watched until they disappeared around the edge of the doorway.

“Are you ready?” Sean asked when they were alone, clapping Harry’s shoulder with a firm hand. “Might as well get it over with, right?”

“Right,” Harry muttered. He dragged a palm down his face, setting his shoulders. Even if he wasn’t ready, time wasn’t going to pause until he could collect himself, so he would fake it. The same way Melody faked that calm stolidity.

“Let’s go.”

***

The following days were uncomfortable. Melody’s apartment, the place she’d made her own, the space she’d spent so much time occupying, no longer seemed to belong to her. There was a dull spot in the floor where Bea had scrubbed at Colton’s dried blood. And no matter how hard she tried to remember that he’d only spent minutes inside, whereas she’d lived there for years, Melody couldn’t stop picturing him in the kitchen, imagining him stepping through the door behind her while she was letting her suitcase topple over, unaware. Somehow, he seemed so much more present when his actual presence was impossible. He was no longer a distant figure standing in the shadows, but he’d already come and gone, and forgetting how it had felt to be pressed against him, his clammy hand tangled in her dress, was not going to happen overnight. He was a ghost, lurking in the corners, breathing down the back of her neck.

Harry was at a loss. When he’d helped ease Melody’s nightmares those months ago, he’d felt purposeful, useful, maybe even needed. But nothing he did now seemed to lessen the strain. He could comfort her when she woke in a fit, but he couldn’t keep Melody’s bad dreams at bay. And it was eating at him. He wished she could share with him, that he could press his forehead to hers and lighten the load she carried, or that he could at least understand the terror that still gripped her while she slept. That same agonizing helplessness that he’d felt when Colton had tried pulling her out of the apartment—Harry felt it spark in his gut each time Melody awoke in tears.

And to add to it, Colton’s face seemed permanently etched into the backs of Harry’s eyelids. Not his sneer or his chafing laughter, not that sharp smirk that he liked to wear—the cold, lifeless face he wore in death. It was the calm face that had appeared when the coroner had unzipped that black body bag in the morgue. Harry had never seen Colton look so peaceful and still. He’d always been moving. Even in sleep he mumbled and twitched. Seeing him so utterly devoid of noise and movement made the finality of it all almost palpable.

Harry’s mind was constantly churning now. The length of time for which he could focus seemed to wane as his thoughts flitted by like frames in a film reel. He was somewhere else entirely when he felt the electric force of Melody’s right-handed swing through the mitt she aimed for.

Her next punch came harder.

His eyes, which had been passively following her form—watching her muscles twist and her limbs stretch in order to gauge where to position his mitts—snapped to her face. Her skin was sheeted in sweat, strands of hair plastered to her temples. The red in her cheeks only highlighted the raw, torn skin of her chewed lips.

“Mel,” Harry tried. She wasn’t looking at him. He wasn’t sure if she was even registering that he was behind those mitts or if she’d simply clocked out. Her torso twisted back and forth with the brutal speed of her alternating hits. “Melody,” he tried again, raising his voice to cut through her stupor, “tha’s enough.”

Melody redirected her arm mid-swing. The change in course threw her off-balance and she stumbled sideways, toward the boxing ring beside them. Harry caught her with an arm around her waist before she fell completely. The two of them froze for a moment. Then Melody’s head swung, her eyes darting about the gym until she was satisfied that nobody was watching them.

A strangled whimper passed her lips. Harry’s arm tightened on her sweaty torso, pressing her into his chest. “Shh,” he murmured softly, batting the mitts from his hands with a couple of impatient flicks, “shh.” He stepped backward, lifting her off her feet and swinging her into the hallway that led to the locker rooms. It was quieter here.

Harry set Melody down, propping her against the closest wall. He took a short step back and leaned down until he could see her face clearly, brushing hair away from her cheeks, noting the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“Yeh’re fine, love. Wha’s wrong?”

Melody swallowed, then blinked, and in the next second she was tearing at the velcro of her right glove and flinging it to the floor, then closing the space which separated her from Harry, grasping the back of his neck as he began to draw away. She pulled at him until she could reach his lips and kissed him with a firm mouth. His palms tightened on her jaw for a moment, his lips stilled with surprise. There was a moment before he kissed her back, and then it only lasted for a heartbeat. He reached behind him for her wrist, withdrawing her fingers from his hair, his other hand slipping over her side.

“Melody,” he breathed, pushing against her hip to add space between them. “Mel, hey.”

Melody relented, flattening against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut. “I’m sorry,” she whispered as she tipped her head back, peeling her eyes open to look up at the ceiling. The tears that had collected began to drip down her face, one by one.

Harry shook his head in confusion. “Wha’s goin’ on?” he asked gently, reaching for her face again. He drew his thumbs through the wet tracks streaking her cheeks. “I thought yeh’d feel better.”

Melody let out a garbled sob, twisting her head until she could see out into the rest of the gym. Everyone else continued on, oblivious.

“Melody,” Harry pressed.

“It’s not fair!” she cried, dipping her chin for a moment and finally freeing her other hand from its glove. When she looked up again, she met his gaze head-on. “It’s not fair that he almost killed you and now he’s just gone. And I still close my eyes and see his face like he’s right in front of me. And what he did to you and what he did to me, we have to live with that for the rest of our lives and he just gets to—” She cut herself off with a hiccuped gasp. Her eyes dropped to the collar of Harry’s shirt. She could see the pulse in his neck before his face lowered into her line of sight.

“Die?” Harry finished, a deep, troubled divot between his brows. “He’s dead,” he said slowly. “Yeh’d rather be dead?”

Melody deflated beneath his stare, shaking her head.  “No,” she whispered.

“No,” he repeated. His fingers traced her cheekbone. “Yeh’re safe, love.”

“I don’t feel like it.”

The words felt like a wicked blow. It was merely weeks ago that she’d said differently. You make me feel safe, Harry. But he schooled his features and nodded curtly.

“Maybe yeh don’ feel like it yet, but yeh are.”

Melody shut her eyes, collecting herself. She felt Harry’s lips at her temple, but then his phone rang, loud and shrill, and both of them jumped. She wiped her lingering tears with the back of her wrist as Harry stepped back, glancing down at the screen. She met his pause with a frown.

“Who is it?”

Harry cleared his throat, flashing her a brief, vague look. “‘S my mum.”

Melody drew in a breath, nodding. “Answer it.” She waited for him to move, but he seemed frozen, still as a wax sculpture. “Harry,” she said, “answer the phone.”

He gave a sharp nod and then spun around, bringing the phone to his ear. Melody watched him move further down the hall, his voice a low murmur, and then she stepped back into the main area of the gym to offer him a modicum of privacy. His mitts lay abandoned on the floor. She pressed her shoulders into the wall and slid down to sit, stretching her legs out before her.

It seemed like only minutes had passed before Harry stepped around the corner. Melody glanced up at him, but he was staring across the room, his expression drawn, impassive. He slid down the wall beside her, settling on the floor, and threw his arms over his crooked-up knees.

“What’s wrong?” Melody asked. She reached for his hand when he didn’t respond, her heart pounding so hard that her chest ached. “Harry?”

“She’s in remission.”

Melody froze, her fingers partly intertwined with his. “What?”

He nodded, confirming that she’d heard him correctly.

“That’s great,” she said. She studied his profile—the hard set of his jaw, the troubling, cool stare. “That’s incredible. Why don’t you look happy?”

Harry let out a dry laugh, his fingers closing around Melody’s, still avoiding her eyes. “She called to tell me good news, and then we had to talk about how her son is dead.”

Melody licked her dry lips. She hadn’t even considered that Harry might not have spoken to his mother since everything had happened. And she certainly hadn’t thought about his mom’s heartache. She’d been consumed by her own fear and the lack of good sleep she’d been getting. And now she felt guilt gnaw at her.

“What did she say?” she whispered.

“Not much.” Harry’s jaw tightened. He reached up to rake a hand through his hair. “I don’ think she really has any words.”

As she watched him, Harry’s stone face cracked. It was small, just a rapid blink and a twitch of his mouth, and anyone else probably wouldn’t have noticed, but Melody reached for him. She turned her body, pressing a kiss to his cheek, sliding an arm around his neck and stroking his hair. Harry closed his eyes, effectively blocking out everyone around them.

“Just—‘m not upset that he’s gone. ‘M relieved.” He sighed, shivering at the tickle of Melody’s hair on his neck. “‘M so fuckin’ relieved. And that feels wrong when my mum has to grieve for him.”

A wave of frustrated anger swept through Melody. The same feeling that had her swinging mindlessly at Harry’s mitts. It wasn’t fair.

“It’s not wrong, Harry,” she said firmly. She pulled back enough to look at him, but his eyes remained closed. “He was her son but he wasn’t your brother. You experienced a different person from the one that she knew. You’re allowed to feel whatever you’re feeling, okay? But what you don’t need to feel is guilty.”

His eyes opened again. He watched the men in the boxing ring, one backing the other into a corner, a rapid duck as a fist swung, just missing its mark. He could feel Melody’s gaze.

“You never say anything back,” she muttered. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yeah.” Harry nodded. He turned to look at her. “Yeah, I do.”

Her deep frown softened, her brow relaxing. “Good,” she said.

“‘M not—” Harry’s gaze swept over the room once more. Melody watched his jaw shift. “I don’ wanna be here.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, drawing in a loud breath and climbing to her feet. “Let’s go.”

Harry pulled himself up to stand beside her, and together they collected their equipment, stuffing their gym bags, and trailed through the city back to Melody’s apartment.

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So cold, so Warm.

Butch's pipboy made a soft static sound. For a few days now, nothing connected in that frequency, not even a cry for help or even that annoying Sugarbombs advertisement, just silence ... And that was a bad sign, after all, it is an indication that there was no settlement or big city in the next few miles of road and all Anna wanted most on this cold night, was now to sleep in a bed with a frayed mattress from any inn.

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The radio was still hissing when the first rays of sunlight appeared on the horizon. The night fog still lingered, making it difficult to see while keeping everything chilly. Anna shivered with cold, trying to cover herself with the Tunnel Snakes jacket and scarf, while Butch buried his nose in his scarf and muttered under his breath. Thank heavens, for a few days ago they helped a family and they offered some warm clothing as a reward. Turning her arm a little, the girl checked her pip-boy, March 20, the first day of spring.

"Butch, today is the first day of spring!" -She commented trying to liven up the walk -

"Yeah? And ?!" - Butch replied back looking out of the corner of his eye-

“Sooo, I thought maybe, we'll feel less cold on the road… And they say it's time for flowers and birds.” - ignoring her road partner's initial bad mood-

“And what difference does that make now, Nosebleed? We are going north, it will get colder each day and there will be only snow! It is simple, or have you forgotten Broch's classes? Besides, do you think we will find some beautiful flowering field with birds and bees in this nuclear desolation? You're too naive "- He took his hand out of his pocket and pointed at Anna-" If it weren't for your idiocy of wanting to compensate for the Tin Brotherhood, we could be in Rivet City, in that warm room.

Anna snorted, of course she remembered the annoying geography lessons! She also remembers the conversations the two had, about the world outside the Vault and the times they received punishments for talking about it ... And now that they're being able to make everything real and make all the punishments count, he wants to keep his butt in that rusty bathtub? In a place that resembles and feels the same claustrophobic feeling that was the vault? Besides, why flying so many grumpy words at her? Was the cold her fault? Didn't he understand how much debt she owed to the Brotherhood of Steel? They saved her!

"Shut up! If you wanted to be comfortable so much, then you should have stayed in the Vault. Sure you would be warm and living the same life! You came because you wanted to, I didn't ask to follow me. I just thought that… ”- The girl's voice gave a little hesitation and a lump in her throat was installed, along with some tears-“ Damn it, Deloria! ”

Butch opened his mouth to retort, but before he even said anything, Anna stepped up and disappeared into the mist. The boy stopped walking and called her a few times, but there were no answers. What did he do this time? His mind ran through his last sentences, did Anna think he regretted accompanying her? Does she think it's her fault for things going wrong? He had no doubts about that.

"Moron." -That was the only word that crossed Butch's head as he advanced through the fog after the girl. Since when she completed her father's project and woke up in the Brotherhood hospital, after that radiation bath and thank God with all her hair on her head, Anna started to blame herself for many things, be it the death of her father, the other scientists and even for the coma that the blond soldier finds himself in - "You idiot."

Turning off the Pip-boy, Butch managed to follow the small sounds of sobbing and it didn't take long to find the crouching girl crying behind a rut.

"Anna." - Butch called her seriously. And the way the girl's green eyes looked back at him, it looked like he wasn't expecting that. "Anna, are you going to tell me what's going on or are you playing hard to get?"

The girl swallowed her cry, and wiped the tears from her cheeks with the tip of her scarf.

“II, B-Butch .... There is so much going on, so much problems that I have to solve and that almost always ends with someone I like injured or… dead. It is being difficult and too heavy to handle alone. - She paused to get her thoughts in order, Butch did not move or spoke in fear that she would stop talking - “And I don't want this anymore, I don't want to have to take responsibility for others, I don ' t want to decide the future of the world anymore. But I do everything the same, I don't change anything ... You're right to want to make up for it, and look at us now, it's really my fault that we're in this situation, for being away from home, for being hungry and cold, for having this stupid mission. Sorry Butch, I also wanted to be in River City ... But I also wanted to be on the road with you by my side, discovering and making all those detentions we took for dreaming about being here worthwhile. I'm sorry if I got you involved in my problems again. -She finished lowering her eyes again-

She let it all out, almost without pause. Her eyes cried again and Butch crouched down beside her and stroked her head. He sighed and as he put together a sentence, thoughts of her traveled a bit to when they lived in the vault. Since childhood, Butch had to deal with an Anna who lived under pressure to do what society or her father expected, always smiling and as if she were happy ... even if it was totally contrary to what she wanted and believed, And every time those tearful green eyes came to meet him, the boy did exactly as he did now, let her vent (even if he didn't hear much of the complaint) and stroked her head.

It is unknown how long the two stayed there, but it was long enough for Butch to think about something, the sobs to stop and all that morning fog to dissipate.

“Thank you,” replied Anna quietly, still buried in the scarf.

Butch smiled as he took Anna's hand and held it up. He knew that his "tough guy" pose was almost always undone when he saw her crying face ... After all, she was always his best friend and all that silly nonsense that the woman who married the priest comments on about soul mate.

“It's ok, Crybaby. Of course, I was mad at the cold, you know I hate cold ... But I'm glad I came with you, I learned a few things and met a lot of nice people. Besides, that's what I… sorry, we always wanted to do it! - Then he left his tender voice, to bring his traditional debauchery voice - And of course I couldn't leave an idiot like you alone here ... That's what I'm here for, because I can do a lot of things, shoot , stab, make you start to cry and stop and… ”

“Butchieeeee, you always destroy that romantic climate” - interrupted the girl with giggles, pushing him - And you always complain that I'm not "romantic enough".  

Butch smiled smugly, of course there was more that the boy wanted to say to her. But at that moment, it was enough, probably because she wouldn't be able to get rid of this burden so fast.

A strong wind hit them and with his free arm Butch protected her as she hugged him back. When they opened their eyes they realized that the last remnants of mist had disappeared, presenting them with an image that they had only seen in black and white in the films or in the biology books ... A green field dotted with colorful flowers with a few birds flying over them. The two exclaimed in awe as they watched the rare landscape.

"And that talk about not having a place like that ?." - Anna commented softly-

"Shut up." - Butch replied smiling.  

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A Blacksmith?

The door to the smithy opened and a black haired young woman entered. She was not very tall, but her arms, nicely visible thanks to her short sleeved tunic, were a lot stronger, than he remembered. A lot of her was different from the last time he had seen her that close, but it was her, no doubt. 

Strangely she looked younger now, two years and some more later. It was the lack of makeup, he mused. Also her hair was longer, but tied back to a long braid. It was probably easier to keep it away from the fire that way.

“A blacksmith? Really?” his voice made her tense and her golden eyes pierced him as she assessed the situation, then glanced over her shoulder through the still open door.  Sokka lifted his hands.

“I´m alone.” he just said. Azula glared at him, clearly alarmed and ready to strike, so he didn´t move a muscle and remained sitting on the workbench, a scroll with the royal seal in his lap.

“Sure you are...because you can catch me all by yourself and drag me back to that hellhole.” she said sarcastically and Sokka grimaced. She was a lot better than back in the day, when he had seen her as she was brought to the armored car that brought her to the asylum. She had not looked at him as the guards just carried the chained girl. She had looked so helpless, broken and sad. Sokka still remembered the ice cold feeling of horror her empty eyes had gotten him.

Now these eyes were alive again...and she was angry...perhaps also concerned.

“Look, I know you don´t want to go back...and you don´t have to.” he said. Azula had remained a bit more than two weeks in the asylum...then she had broken free. Sokka had wondered how the broken girl he had seen could achieve that...he had expected to find out it was all just a trick to lure everyone in a false sense of security. That was why he had insisted on being part of the investigation and what he had found had changed his mind.

Then he had insisted a bit more and the asylum was closed now and several members of the staff were still in prison. Sokka had tried to find Azula since and had worked on her brother a lot, to get the scroll he now carefully held up.

“I bring an offer from your brother...as you are clearly not involved in any of the uprisings and conspiracies, that claimed to have your support.” he said. Again he had found quite the beehive of people, who wanted Azula on the throne, if not just get Ozai and the war back on track. And Azula had been missing all the time.

“I also think you don´t plan anything...but I never thought you´d look so relaxed when making tea.” he said...she slammed the door shut and her glare grew even colder.

“You watched me” she stated flatly and walked into the room to the near forge. The coal were still hot and she started to work there, almost like Sokka was just an old friend. Her casual approach scared the tribesman more than any threats ever could.

“Uhm yes?” he asked and tried a laugh. He sounded nervous.

“Well I wanted to be sure...and that you didn´t notice me and I´m here to reveal myself...it means I don´t plan to trick you...or?” he asked, suddenly concerned that his idea was not the most safest one.

“Perhaps...or the Idea Guy came up with a brilliant plan to lure me out.” she said as if she talked about the whether, while the fire from the forge danced on her face and glistened on her dark, silky hair. Sokka stared at her for a few moments, a bit taken aback as he noticed how beautiful she was. Even more because she wore no makeup now. 

He pushed any thoughts about that away. “I see I´m a victim of my own success...but as I´m still drawing breath...may I assume you consider that I might be honest with you?” he asked. 

No answer. Instead she lifted a forging hammer and started to hit a glowing piece of metal.

After a few swings of the hammer she spoke, barely loud enough to be heard over the noise she made.

“I like it here...don´t ruin that!” she said...then she looked at him again, hammer in one hand and her eyes promising him doom and suffering if he crossed that line.

“No worries...just an offer. I´m all alone...Aang is busy in the Earth Kingdom and the rest of the Gaang is either with him, or somewhere else.

She hit the metal a few more times, her eyes focused on her task once more.

“What does Zuzu want then?” she asked after a long and uncomfortable break, with only the loud banging of the hammer filling the room. She pushed the hot metal into a nearby water barrel and steam exploded with a hiss.

“Zuzu?” Sokka suddenly laughed. Azula looked at him, one brow risen. “Sorry...I just...never believed Aang that you really call him that.” Sokka said, still giggling as the tension  she had built up discharged from him in that moment.

“Allright, allright.” Sokka cleared his throat.

“He offers amnesty, as you have not tried anything since he became Firelord.

‘Firelord Zuzu’ Sokka thought and his lips curled as he held back another giggle. He´d annoy Zuko a lot next time he saw him.

“How nice of him...does that include some angry generals in Ba Sing Se, although Na Sing Se maybe a better name now.” she said. 

Sokka shrugged. “I guess.” he replied with a blush. He really should have cleared that point before going. Azula observed him.

“How convincing...give me that!” she said and with a few large steps she was over him and grabbed the scroll, broke the seal and read. Again Sokka had a moment to watch her. He looked away again and thought about Suki, but the raven haired princess in front of him had a way to push herself into his thoughts that made him slide around rather uncomfortably.

“What is a Stormlord?” Azula demanded to know and her golden eyes met his once more.

“Oh that?” he grinned. “I came up with that idea...well it means someone, who is pretty much in charge of the military and the whole training and equipment...and can be handed control over the war effort, should the Firelord deem the situation bad enough.” Azula just looked at him.

“There is no war, sure...but a lot of people would want to get back at the Fire Nation and with the reduction of the army that Firelord Zuzu has ordered.” Her lips twitched as Sokka said that, as he noticed with more than a hint of satisfaction. “I thought it would be a good way to prevent another war, once Aang seems occupied enough for some to make a move without him getting in the way.” he said. She eyed him carefully.

“And you thought of me?” she then asked. Sokka nodded. “Well yes....you gave the Earth Kingdom a reason to hate you, but that is their pride you hurt...hell even Iroh killed a lot more people with his failed siege...so telling them to get over it, while also making sure that they might get another slap from you if they try something funny...I thought that was a good way to get things back to ‘normal’ “ he said. Normal was of course a term he and pretty much nobody alive today could use after a century of war.

“What makes you think I want to go back?” Azula shot at him and now Sokka was quiet for a moment.

“Well I thought...” he started but Azulacut his sentence.

“I´m happy here, for the first time in my life. I am on a good way to become a real great blacksmith and nobody here looks at me like I´m some sort of monster.” she said and Sokka looked away.

“I never thought of you like that.” he said. He didn´t see it, but her gaze softened for a moment.

“Well I´ll go then...and try to get Zuzu to give you your amnesty anyway...sorry for bothering you.” he said and felt somehow bad, that he had expected her to jump at the opportunity. 

“Thank you...pay me a visit when I´m done with my apprenticeship. Maybe I´ll take his offer then, if it still stands.”

Sokka nodded. “Well cu then, blacksmith Azula.” he said.

“Bye, Warrior Boy” she answered. Sokka looked at her in surprise, but she had returned to her work already.

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❛ FLOWERS AND BEERS ❜

Part I.

with Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz.

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 2k.

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The klaxon sounding outside and calling your attention, pushes you out of your thoughts. You weren't sure about what kind of outfit would be appropriate, being this your first date ever. Putting on the skirt of the black tight dress well, to get the wrinkles out, you grab your bag to hand it in a shoulder. Keeping your keys inside it, as you go downstairs, you can't help but show him a shy smile on your lips when you see Coco resting against the pilot seat. Thinking how good the black baseball cap on backwards fits on him, he welcomes you between his arms, narrowing you under his grip for a second.

“Ready?” He's trying to hide his nerves, the same you're feeling and getting mixed with the tickles in your belly. You nod.

He follows you to the other side of the car, to open the door for you. By the gesture on his face, you are very sure that it's the first time he does something like that. Stepping in, he closes it without a word, securing the seat belt over your chest and waist in the meantime that he takes a place by your side. The plan is simple, but amazing. Dinner at the fair in Santa Madre and then, maybe, a walk. Whatever is enough for you two, after the way you met some weeks ago. But even if you were almost dying to be close to the other, the road to the mexicali border is quiet and silent. Only the latin music through the speakers breaks it.

Once the Mayan has parked the car, you two get out of it. You can't help but let your eyes travel around the place. There are a lot of colorful lights, people everywhere. You can hear the laughs of everyone walking next to you, children running from one side to another, and more music. You like it. It's like a site you would go if you were sad. That happiness wrapping you, draws a smile on your lips, unconsciously, with your orbs finding Coco's. He chuckles watching you admire the fair as a child would do. One of his arms ends up over your shoulders, mingling with the crowd and looking for one of those food trucks installed there. Following the smell of fried frijoles, you urge him to walk a little faster, raising your nose to take a deep breath by it.

“That's the one”. You sentence, pointing at it.

“You sure, mami?” He laughs.

“Yes”. Nodding firmly, you place yourself at the end of the row.

For some reason, maybe for inertia, you intertwine your fingers with the long ones hanging over your shoulder, before placing your other arm around his lower back. You feel comfortable in that position, waiting to be attended to.

“So, what you want t—”.

You can't finish the question, when his phone starts to ring. Clicking his tongue, Coco rolls his eyes.

“Sorry, gotta answer, I'll be back in a moment. Order whatever you want”.

A little disappointed, he disappears from your visual field almost suddenly. Puckering your lips, you turn back to the food truck, taking some steps to the counter. You aren't sure of his tastes, so you order a piece of every taco on the menu and two beers. In the meantime you look for your purse inside your bag, but when you're about to pay, the mexican appears putting fifteen dollars over it.

“Nah, c'mon, I wanna buy you”. Even if you complain, he doesn't care.

“Next date”. He replies.

His arm is back to your shoulders, making you feel strangely protected. But that sensation turns to one more nervous when he places a soft kiss on your temple. The nice shivers run your spine, and you can't help but surround his waist with your arms. A fleeting hug happens between you two, intensifying the tickles within your belly. He smells so good, flooding your lungs with his scent even if you don't want to. It's inevitable. But the gesture, much to your regret, gets broken when the order is ready. Guiding your steps to a picnic table, unlike others couples there, you sit together. Arm by arm.

“Damn, I'm starving”. He whispers, a little fascinated for your good taste, when he opens the cardboard box.

Luckily, you have made the right choice.

“But you are from Mexico!” He says a little surprised, with an incredulous gesture on his face.

“So, what?”

“How is it possible that you don' like guacamole?”

“You don't like corn! And that's the main ingredient of our recipes”.

“Nah, I don' like raw corn, you know… I eat it when it's cooked”.

“What a shame”. You laugh, covering your mouth with a hand just for a moment.

“Shame on you, mami! You're the one who doesn' like guacamole”.

“Okay, let's make a deal”.

Coco places himself in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest. Curious.

“Next date, I will take you out to a mexican restaurant. In Yuma. A friend told me about it. So… You will try raw corn, and I will try guacamole”. You propose poking his chest with your forefinger.

“Deal”. He nods offering you a hand.

Narrowing it with yours, he doesn't waste time to put back his arm on your shoulders, without loosening the grip. Getting mixed between the crowd, he leads you to one of the stalls. A shooting one. Raising an eyebrow, you look for his dark eyes wrinkling your nose.

“Wanna impress me?” You chuckle. “Will you hit a single one?”

“One?” He pretends to be indignated. “Watch out, mami”.

Taking off the baseball cap, he puts it on you, palming the top of your hair to look for some dollars inside his wallet. As soon as he has the rifle between his arms, the mechanism starts to move all the wooden ducks. Putting his elbows over the counter, he leans forward, placing his right eye on the peephole. The shots are fast and accurate. Poor ducks. Yes, you are impressed, but you don't show it more like puckering your lips with a soft smile.

“See?” Coco raises his chin with a proud gesture, before pointing at the bigger stuffed animals. “Choose”.

“That one, please”. You mumble to the stalls owner, with your eyes over a big white seal with googly eyes.

Coco is happy seeing you carrying it all around the fair, even if you have your hands on it and not on him. Having a walk and sharing a blue cotton candy, he can't help but focus on his baseball cap on you. It looks good. For him, you look like an angel. Always wearing that smile that makes his heart flutter. But what gives him curiosity enough to push him into his thoughts is the fact that you didn't ask about his aim. Like if you don't care. Not in the way that you don't want to know things about him, but in the way that you know what is going on on Santo Padre and its surroundings. And you accept it.

“Earth to Coco, earth to Coco”. Imitating the sound of a broken radio, the mexican looks at you. Laughing like two idiots, he shakes his head. “What about the ferris wheel?”

“You wanna ride there, ah?”

“Yes. What? Are you gonna tell me you're afraid of heights?”

“You're challengin' me a lot tonight…”

“Just a little”. Holding the seal with an arm, you make a gesture with two fingers from your free hand. “Lemme ask that guy if he can keep my new friend”.

Coco simply nods, placing himself at the end of the row, while you walk towards the stall. Knocking the window, the old man with a friendly look attends you opening the door.

“¿Sí, chamaquita?”

“¿Puedo pedirle dos favores?” (Can I ask you two favors?) The man laughs, maybe you are too evident. Giving him twenty dollars and the seal, he understands. “Muchas gracias”.

“Disfruta, niña”. (Enjoy, kid)

Now your arms can surround Coco again, who kisses this time your cheek.

“Ready?”

“Ready”.

From there, you can see all around you. Santa Madre, the border, Santo Padre and all their surroundings, with the desert. The views are simply amazing, resting your temple on his shoulder. You could be there for an eternity, just with him, feeling his fingers caressing your cheek so gently that give you some soft chills. Your heart jumps slightly when the ferris wheel suddenly stops. Of course, you were expecting it.

“¡Denme un momento!” (Give me a second!) The old man steps out from his stalls, feigning that something isn't working.

“The lucky ones”. You joke then, as if it wasn't your idea.

“Nah, don' worry, I protect you, mami”. Coco says, closing his arms around you a little tightly.

“Yeah, I'm double lucky”. Chuckling, and focusing on the fact that he doesn't look worried, you squint for a second.

“What?”

“Nothing”. You laugh loud.

But this melodic sound ends up drowning onto his lips, when he presses yours with his. For inertia, you close your eyes. Your hands travel to his chest and the back of his neck, pushing yourself a little closer. Your mouths look like the pieces of a puzzle, destined to fit with the other. Taking his time, Coco slides his tongue into your cavity, tasting your saliva until he finds yours. Both touching slightly, but making you feel countless sensations, tangling your fingers on his shirt. The slow gesture is turning itself in your favorite thing ever, until it gets interrupted by the attraction working again. Your laughs rhythmic his, so close that you can almost drink each other's.

Much to your regret, the night has to have an end. It's late and both of you work the next day. Actually, you have to wake up in less than six hours. But it's worth the tiredness. Parking in front of your house, in the same place you found him some hours ago, you step out of it as he does. Taking off the baseball cap, you offer to him back, but he shakes his head denying it.

“Keep'et, so you can wear it on our next date”.

“Okay”. Smirking at him, you grab the big stuffed animal under an arm.

His hands go straight to your lower back, hugging you against his chest. You don't want him to go, but he has to. Even if he doesn't want either.

“Did you have fun?” Coco whispers onto your ear, you just nod.

“Tell me… something”.

Putting yourself away from him and licking your bottom lip for a second, you twist your neck a little to the side.

“Did you… pay that man to stop the ferris wheel?”

“Ah… Well…” He says, somewhat nervous. “Yeah, maybe… Sorry, I tho—”.

“I did it too”.

The mexican stays in silence for a second, before breaking into laughter.

“That motherfucker scammed us!”

“Yeah, we're a little dorks…” You nod then. “Okay, ahm… I gotta go…”

“It's okay, gotta too”.

His lips come back to yours, as you were craving since the first kiss ended. Again, his soft caresses make you lose the north. Your fingers stroke his scalp, running the tip of your nails down to his nape.

“Will you text me tomorrow?”

He sounds worried, even if he tries to hide it, touching your nose with his and his forehead resting against yours.

“Yeah, maybe…”

“Maybe?”

Tickling your sides, he makes you laugh loud again, before attracting you between his arms to hug you tightly.

“I will, I own you a second dinner”.

“That's true”.

“Good night, Coco”.

“Sleep good, mami”.

Grabbing the seal with both hands, you leave a last kiss onto his lips, before guiding yourself to the main door of the building. Once that he sees light inside your flat, through the windows, making sure you are at home, he leaves with a huge smile on his lips. The crew is waiting for him at the clubhouse, to know how the date was.

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[hatari-translations]

Matthías on ‘Men and Responsibility in the Time of #MeToo’

This is a podcast episdode featuring a panel discussion with Matthías in it, titled "Men and Responsibility in the Time of #MeToo". It's quite long, so I'm just going to translate Matthías's comments and what they're in response to.

It's prompted by the 'second wave of #MeToo' going on in Iceland right now, thanks to an unpleasant chain of events involving a prominent podcast host getting a lot of sympathy for supposedly false accusations of sexual violence against him only for two women to then step forward to press charges against him. There's been a lot of emerging discussion in the wake of it, especially about people sympathizing with and believing perpetrators over survivors. Obvious content warning for discussion of sexual assault below.

First, the host asks about men looking inward to reflect on their own past behaviour during this time, and whether they and their friends have been doing so, directing the question first toward Matthías. He responds:

MATTHÍAS: I think so, yeah. I think it's natural and good in this moment to reflect on the past a bit, and perhaps redefine or rediscover, or even - I'm having a hard time even getting words around this. I haven't really expressed myself in this discussion, but yeah, I think I did look back and try to think about boundaries, and I think many people around me are doing that, who have a conscience and want to do right. We're experiencing a kind of - my generation is sometimes called the porn generation - maybe we're kind of discovering a skewed way of thinking that we've grown up with regarding boundaries. So perhaps it's healthy to look back and try to figure out whether you've ever violated a boundary with your ex, or whatever.

And then there's a different matter, discussed in Kastljós yesterday, how if you conclude that you have done so, or your friend has done so, how you go about taking responsibility for that, and I thought that [the Kastljós discussion] was good. I'd really like some kind of education in how to discuss that with friends, what that conversation should look like. If your friend is either accused of something, or determines for himself that he didn't respect his girlfriend's boundaries, or something, in the past - how do you talk to him? I liked hearing yesterday, how did they phrase it, that you should ask permission before apologizing. Not just show up expecting them to sign something absolving you of sin - the conversation should be on the survivor's terms. I don't know. As you said, it's first steps - this is the first time I, at least, express something of worth publicly, or at least I hope it's of worth, I don't know. But it's a really new discussion, and I feel very immature in it, like I don't really have the tools to talk about it. I've just been listening and trying to learn and realize what so incredibly many women around us have been going through, and I feel a certain sense of powerlessness to even talk about it. So thanks for pushing us to get into it.

After a while, Árni Matthíasson mentions the first step is to realize that men grow up learning a lot of toxicity and you have to realize that you're in that position; Matthías adds, "And that you're immensely privileged."

Later, they're talking about how men often don't have the courage to speak up against sexism and toxicity in other men, and how there's a kind of codependency in letting it slide. Matthías adds, "I think all guys can relate to that, from elementary school onwards." They talk about "perpetrator codependency" (gerandameðvirkni), the phenomenon of sympathizing with and failing to object to the perpetrators. Matthías suggests that could be applied to locker room talk too (something that'd come up earlier), "sexist codependency": you don't think of yourself as a sexist but you still go along with these situations.

MATTHÍAS: And speaking of having the tools to talk about it [the others had agreed with his mention of this], I would really like to be better at just being able to nicely and naturally in the situation, but still firmly, explain that I don't think disrespect towards women is okay, whether it's joking or not, without just getting the perpetrator, the sexist, to go on the defensive. To learn to just draw that line in the sand of Hey, you're not funny. It's something we need to practice, I think, as men.

In response to Árni talking about believing survivors on principle and refusing to be neutral, Matthías responds:

MATTHÍAS: You talked about the neutral way, and you were asking if it's hard for men to step up. Up until now, I've had the privilege of not technically needing to take a stance. That's a privilege that men have. I had no idea who Sölvi Tryggva [the podcast host whose case started all this] was before this, I don't watch podcasts, and kind of had the benefit of none of it having to affect me. It wasn't until I started talking to female friends, and women around me, that I realized how much it provokes, and this thing of being triggered. I think guys maybe don't properly know what it means. It has a huge amount of impact on survivors to see that perpetrator codependency, and so much else these days.

GARÐAR GUNNLAUGSSON: If guys look inward a bit, they can see there are women in their lives, everywhere, who've been through something, and often something really awful.

ÁRNI MATTHÍASSON: As they say, it's not all men, but it's nearly all women.

GARÐAR: Yeah.

MATTHÍAS: Exactly.

The host plays a clip of a researcher studying intimate partner violence, talking about 'monsterization', how people imagine perpetrators are these scary inhuman monsters determined to do evil, and this makes it harder for perpetrators to face and own up to what they've done, which is exactly what survivors often most wish for - for the perpetrator to take responsibility for their actions. The host talks about how this also makes it harder for people to believe that their friends have done something unsavoury - you know your friend's not a monster so they can't have done this. Árni talks a bit about how most sexual violence is perpetrated by intimate partners, not some masked stranger.

MATTHÍAS: I remember when I first heard that. I don't think I properly understood it. If it's not some criminal in an alley, then who? I was probably just a teenager when I heard it, that no, it's usually someone close to you that rapes you. I couldn't quite even think that thought through.

GARÐAR: That it could be someone in your intimate circle.

MATTHÍAS: Yeah. Just, anyone you meet.

There's talk about the notion of ruining people's reputations.

MATTHÍAS: Yeah, that thing of valuing reputation so incredibly highly. We could value the experiences of survivors more highly, compared to that. I think it's a really good question - we're taking baby steps with this, but perhaps one thing that's easy to make judgements about is, say some acquaintance is accused of violence, and you don't have the context to judge it, but you still want to stand with survivors, but your friend's also not a monster - whether he's guilty or innocent, he can always show humility and willingness to listen and look inward. That's something I think both the monsters and the good kids should consider. I don't know, when you see someone accused of something and there's no humility towards the accusers' experiences, just defensiveness, or no looking inward to say, 'I think I'm innocent but what about my behaviour has made this person feel differently' - that's a reason to ask yourself big questions. Humility, listening, looking inward, for ourselves and our friends. I think that's one of the keys.

Garðar points out that if you just cut off a friend who's perpetrated violence, he's still there - the violence is still happening until it's actually addressed. You have to have the courage to intervene and try to get him to change, to show that you won't tolerate it, and Matthías agrees with that and says it's something he wishes he were better at, and that all men were.

The host muses on why sex in particular is such a quagmire for violation of boundaries. Árni emphasizes that rape and sexual assault are not sex but violence, and Matthías says "Yes, very good point." The host elaborates, talking about how a lot of the dating culture involves intoxication and so on, and sometimes people just don't get what their partner wants or doesn't want in that situation.

MATTHÍAS: Maybe guys are just very bad at putting themselves in women's shoes, or listening to them. I think if you thought of something that happened at the club yesterday and properly try to put yourself in the girl's shoes, it's simpler than you'd think to work out in your head whether she liked it, whether she thought it was funny or enjoyable when I said this or touched her there. At least part of the problem might be that guys just keep going, trusting that they'll be celebrated whatever they - it's just privilege. And the disconnect happens there. And it's just an exercise in, what I was saying earlier, humility and listening and looking inward.

ÁRNI: Like we're always Mr. Wonderful.

MATTHÍAS: Yeah. Like we're always Mr. Wonderful, and then when Mr. Wonderful hears somebody didn't enjoy what he was doing yesterday, or that he violated a boundary, or even committed violence, that really knocks down some of Mr. Wonderful's worldview. I don't know, that might be part of it. Maybe it's not that complicated, we're just bad at putting ourselves in others' shoes.

GARÐAR: Or we're just idiots.

MATTHÍAS: Yeah, maybe that's what it is. Well, I mean, often when you hear stuff like 'Oh, nothing's allowed anymore', that classic sentence, it's this sort of cognitive distortion from a guy who thinks he's wonderful and everything he says is smart or funny. And if that guy really tries to think, 'Hmm, does this girl think what I'm saying is cool or fun? Is this fun flirting or is this girl just waiting for the conversation to be over so she can leave, because she feels uncomfortable?' I don't think it's that hard, if you sincerely try to understand how the other person feels. Then, of course, there are probably other variables to it.

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