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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 7 months

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can please you do comforting pavitr x stressed out f!reader 🥹

Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice

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And for rinnnswrlddd on AO3: “I need a cuddle oneshot with Pavitr and GN!reader !! (^_<)〜☆”

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x Gn!Reader Summary: Pavitr sees you stressed out and feels bad. But not to worry; he knows the perfect remedy. Tags: Cuddling & Snuggling, Flufftober

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Pavitr enters your shared apartment holding a Starbucks in each hand, closing the door behind him with his foot when he hears a groan.

“ARGGHH!”

Concerned, he comes to check on you and sighs at what he sees: You on the couch glaring at your laptop, hands in your hair and stressed the f out. You’ve emptied three cups of chamomile tea and your headache still refuses to leave. You groan in pain and irritation.

He leaves the beverages on the coffee table and comes to sit beside you, massaging your head. “You okay, pumpkin?”

It’s that time of the year when your S/O calls you thematic cringe nicknames.

“Noooo”, you whine, throwing your head back on the couch and shutting your eyes. Looking into the LCD screen for a long time irritates your eye and you rub it in vain. “We haven’t even gotten near to finishing the project! The client emails haven’t been sent, the quotation is wrong so we had to redo everything -and, to top it off, a substantial investor pulled out last minute and now we have to finish this in half the budget! And the deadline is Monday! I frickin hate Mondays!!!!”

“What about your team?”, he asks, moving to massage your shoulder. You sigh, tired. “Stu is on paternity leave -I didn’t know we had those-, Jenny’s got a family emergency so she’s out and Raj is just unwilling! He won’t return our calls or contribute, I can’t-“

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, baby”, he coos, circling his arm around you. “Don’t put too much pressure on yourself, meri jaan. Relax.”

You let him take your laptop away in exchange for the Pumpkin Spice latte he bought you. You take a sip and instantly go lax. Ah, so soothing!

Before you know it, the grey device is webbed to the ceiling.

“Pavitr Prabhakar, are you insane?! Give me that-“

He sits you on the couch, not letting you get up. “Nu-uh, babe. You haven’t slept in three days. Three! I can’t let you go on like this. At least take a nap, please. For me?”

You pout and cross your arms but your resolve isn’t strong. What he says is true, you’ve been working day and night for the past week barely having a proper meal. Perhaps, you should take a break.

“Okay”, you finally agree. You deserve it. 👏

“Great! It’s time for PUMPKIN CUDDLES!”, he announces and maneuvers a cackling you onto the couch in a spooning position.

Your boyfriend can be silly at times but that’s why you love him.

Pavitr circles his arm around your waist and pulls you against him, tangling your legs together before draping a throw blanket over you. His fingers rub soothing circles on your tummy as he leaves soft little kisses on your face and you can feel yourself melt into his arms. Mmmmm… so cozy…

“Yeah, it is”, he whispers, making you realize you’ve said it loud. You giggle and snuggle closer to him. His warmth is inviting, his body heat welcoming as he gently rocks you, intertwining your fingers.

The fairy lights put up In your room magically light up as if on cue, making the room appear more cozy.

Your shuffle around till your head lays on his heart, listening to the steady thumping beat, bringing his fingers to tangle in your hair. Pavitr gives the best head massages.

“Sing me a song, pumpkin”, you ask sweetly and he giggles, obliging.

His tone is melodic and within seconds, your stress -physical and mental- have disappeared in his lullaby.

“More pumpkin spice, meri j-“ Oh.

You’ve fallen asleep.

Pavitr watches you with a smile on his face, taking in your features. How soft you look and how calm! Laughing quietly at your soft snores and the way you clutch onto his shirt, he kisses your forehead.

Removing himself quietly, he retrieves your laptop and shuts it down, keeping it in your room safely. He switches off all the bulbs except the fairly lights on your window, watching mesmerized as the dim light makes you glow. He takes the breakfast and latte to the counter and does a quick work of the dishes. Neat!

Pavitr sets breakfast for you when you wake up searching for him. “Pav? Pavi baby?”, you mumble, sleepily.

Aww, you missed him!

“I’m here, meri jaan.”

He comes to the couch as you pull him in for more cuddles, using his arm as a pillow while the other runs down your back. You release a contended sigh once you’re comfortable, putting a dreamy smile on Pavitr’s face.

Perhaps, breakfast can wait.

He takes a cute pic of you before pecking your forehead and snuggling closer. “Sleep tight, pumpkin.”

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Thank you for reading <3 hope you liked it <333

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pedros-immaculate-vibes · 5 months

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I saw you said to feel free to throw Halsin smut into your inbox and one I keep NONSTOP thinking about is that like touchstarved “you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this” desperate type shit 😭

I know he even says how he’s had to contain himself but I mean I need Tav to fight with him, getting mad about something dumb and blurting out that she has feelings for him and his chest is just heaving, eyes staring at her, before he stomps up and grabs her face and kisses her like he’s starved. Like I need them both gasping for air, him bending down to her level just to grunt in her ear about how words cannot describe how badly he’s been wishing for and dreaming of this moment that he thought would never come.

LIKE I **NEED** them to be frantically taking off clothes without breaking contact, him ripping things off of her, sweaty, panting, just carnal. But I so so so badly want that sexual tension to tear me apart first.

He’s ruining my liiiiiife 😭

Do I have a story for you 👀

If I may SHAMELESSLY plug my 22-chapter story about them essentially being too stupid to act on how bad they want eachother (but actually he’s just too fucking noble for his own relief). So far, the whole thing is them pining for each other and finding small ways to show that they care and falling deeper with no escape ladder in sight or wanted.

*coughSpecificallyChapters9.5And12cough*

FULL Feral behavior hasnt happened yet, BUT they def have a fight scene where Tav kinda kicks his ass and then, um, things are said and stuff against a tree

I haven’t found much “I want to fuck you so bad it makes me look stupid” on my Ao3 travels, unfortunately, bc that’s one of my favorite tropes.

THIS however is a good one shot from someone else where he’s like a sweet Dom and it’s hot af where they celebrate the solstice *insert dirty French laugh here*

But YES the tension that drives them both insane should be in more smutty fanfics imo

like they’re under an intense amount of stress, and he’s trying his damnedest to not lose focus, and you’re just fucking strssded

ESPECIALLY IF THIS FAMED HEALER KEEPS HEALING AND BANDAGING AND FIXING YOY LIKE OMG WHY IS THAT NOT IN THE GAME FFS

I have a lot of strong opinions on several things 😅

BUT YES

ALL THE ANON SMUTTY HALSIN OPINIONS

THE MAN IS IN NEED OF SOME AFFECTION FFS

HES BEEN RUNNING ON FUMES FOR DECADES

#Halsin #ME SCREAMING #THROUGH A SCREEN #AAAAAAAAAAAAA #halsin silverbough #A peaceful elf

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cookie-nom-nom · 9 months

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oh nooo ep 35 utterly rekindled my Emberose flame. Anyway it works so well as a messy polycule, just really adds this extra layer to the dynamic. These boys have no communication! Half their mental health tips to each other is suppression! Such a fantastic ‘it’s Complicated’ ship. Emerich is so clearly desperate for approval. He wants to be appreciated and shows how much he cares by his inventions. But that often means he withdraws from them to work on a project. It’s a gift, he’s doing it for them, but he also just gets sucked in. And then there’s the periods where nobody sees him for days, locked in his workroom. And eventually Beef busts down the door and finds a sleep deprived mess ignoring hunger and injuries and exhaustion because he wants to get this project right for them. Because that is how he shows he cares. Fumbling, awkward words of affection too of course, he’s blunt on it albeit often coming off strange. He seems pretty free with hugs, occasionally a kiss if he remembers, though obviously he’s some type of ace. But for the most part Emerich goes for dragging his special interest to them and excitedly showing it off. He’ll ramble about other things that catch his interest too, old sports movies, SciFi tiktoks of water skiing feats, but mostly it’s the inventions he designs specifically with his partners in mind. It’s his way of showing love, and hoping to be given gratitude and acknowledgment in return. Emerich calls them partners in that vague way where nobody can tell if he means in the romantic or professional sense. Montrose calls them associates though. Not even friends. He’ll retain his air of smug separation no matter what, refusing to ever close the emotional distance, like he doesn’t quite give weight to the other’s feelings. He flirts, sure, often even. But it’s almost in that way bards do, pure dripping charisma, where you can’t tell how genuine it is. Emerich doesn’t clock it half the time, but when he does turns pink and tries to flirt back disastrously. Which is why Montrose does it; because it’s amusing. Beef tends to reciprocate in a more grounded, genuine way, but sometimes he’s just irked by how insincere it comes off. Random bursts of short arguments aren’t uncommon given the different ways they define their relationship. Because the mask never comes off even when they’re literally making out. Maybe it can’t. Montrose is eight layers of act so deep not he even knows his true self. But he does care, even if he refuses to acknowledge it. He tells himself his worry is pure pragmatism since they’re his associates. Frankly none of us know what’s going on in his head, but at the very least he doesn’t seem to treat reality as anything more than a game or a roleplay. Montrose maintains that suave detachment, acting like it’s a one night stand even though they’ve been living together for years.

Beef doesn’t. He makes his affections clear, upfront. Not that he’s the only one who’s willing to be emotionally vulnerable; Beef clearly has trust issues and suppresses his trauma. But simultaneously, he’s upfront with the fact he thinks they’re in a relationship. He cares openly and deeply. They’re both so reckless in a way that drives Beef insane with worry. Montrose just throws himself into risky situations, and Emerich never takes care of himself. And Beef wants to take that hit for them, his first instinct is to protect, and so often he feels guilty. Which he suppresses. And frankly he’s irritated by it, that they’re putting themselves and him through that pain. He’s tired of having to carry Emerich to their bed just to wake in the middle of the night and find him gone, the glow of the workstation seeping beneath the door. He’s tired of Montrose never dropping his literal or metaphorical mask, never admitting if he really cares or not, catching his hand whenever Beef tries to gently peel away the mask and force them to be truly face to face. Beef is the emotional glue that holds it all together and it’s exhausting sometimes. He wants to be clear in his affections and intentions, but Montrose refuses to admit anything and Emerich keeps withdrawing. He wants to call them his significant others but feels like he can’t because of how the other two treat the relationship.

It’s just…complicated

#Huh this is a weird one for me #I’ve never like actively shipped something before #Besides the blatantly obvious/shoved in my face #Anyway it just really makes their dynamic pop #Also how the hell am I unearthing intense character drama from podcast where shrek is batman #???#emberose #beeftrose #Embeef #Taz #the adventure zone #taz steeplechase #steeplechase #emerich dreadway #montrose pretty #beef punchley #something to nom on

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astriiformes · 1 year

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Throwing meta thoughts at the wall here because I was musing on the fact that a lot of my favorite stories these days (TOH, Pentiment, the Locked Tomb series) are all at least a little bit about grief. But one interesting thing The Owl House specifically did with Luz and Belos was make both their stories about grief and mourning, but in the opposite directions.

I love stories where the protagonist and the antagonist are both grappling with the same question or difficult experience but differ drastically from each other in their answers to it. And in both Luz and Philip's/Belos' cases, that experience is the loss of a family member, and their relationship to the Boiling Isles is defined by that grief.

Belos sees the Boiling Isles as a corrupting force that needs to be eliminated because in his eyes, they're the thing that lead his brother astray. He probably would have had a problem with them regardless, since his fervently held religious beliefs are the other source of his antagonism towards witches -- and of course, the real source of the rift between him and Caleb. But they clearly became a scapegoat for his brother's running away and abandoning their world, as well as the reason he decided the Isles had to be destroyed at any cost.

And he never processes that grief. He creates the grimwalkers instead, killing them when they echo that original loss and trapping himself in a cycle where he never actually mourns, just tells himself he'll get it right the next time and finally have his brother back -- all the while projecting that same loss onto the Boiling Isles and letting it fester into an even worse bitterness towards everyone there in his attempts at genocide.

Luz, meanwhile, associates the Boiling Isles with her dad, who encouraged her interest in fantasy and even left her the Azura books, which were one of the primary reasons she decided to stay and learn how to be a witch. To her the Isles represent someone she loved, and now almost has a piece of back. Her wonder at everything there -- and her finding belonging and other people who love her, which she was clearly longing for after her dad's death -- is in part a wonder at rediscovering a happiness that had shattered when Manny died. Of course she ends up wanting to do anything to protect them.

We even see Luz try to suppress her own grief, which is probably part of why she worries she's too much like Belos -- she can see echoes of her own fears in his, even if they both have different relationships with them. But ultimately his story is one about going insane and destroying himself with unprocessed grief -- and an unwillingness to admit his own part in his pain -- whereas hers is about coming to terms with it, as well as with the guilt that comes from not always being able to protect the people you love from harm. It's one reason her conversation with the Titan is so lovely, because it's her simultaneously talking to a dad who never got to have a relationship with his own child and her talking to the Isles that gave her back some of the same joy as her own dad, as well as the courage to remember him the way he would have wanted.

And of course, both their mourning narratives are accentuated by the Collector, who has no real concept of grief and ends up learning about loss as a result of Belos' attempt to destroy the Boiling Isles clashing with Luz's attempts to save it. His confusion about death ties both their narratives together at the end, which works perfectly for an antagonist-turned-protagonist -- something that's really driven home by Luz and Philip's first "chronological" interaction occurring in large part because Luz offered to help him find the Collector in the first place.

I just!!!! It's about loss it's about grief it's about spying someone in the mirror that's almost-you-but-not-quite it's about learning to tell the difference and to be better than them even if you still understand something of the shape of what made them the way they are, about how misery is easy and hope is hard, especially when the world has taken something load-bearing away from you, but one is poison and the other is ultimately healing.

It's about grief and about how it can be the end of you or the beginning of a whole new story.

#every day i rotate themes around inside my head #f: us weirdos have to stick together

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jahayla-parker · 1 year

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Birthday Preference: Peter Parker x Reader , Tom Holland x Reader , Harrison Osterfield x Reader , Freddy Carter x Reader , Kaz Brekker x Reader , Jesper Fahey x Reader , Cardan Greenbriar x Reader , Austin Butler x Reader , Nikolai Lantsov x Reader

Description: blurbs and moodboards for each character/person on how you’d celebrate your birthday with them and how they’d celebrate their birthday with you.

Warnings: some slightly suggestive content I suppose

Peter Parker

Your birthday

Peter would go out of his way to ensure you had the best day! While he didn’t have a lot of money to spend on the day, he’d have saved up a decent amount to get you a gift and treats. He’d have purchased the item you’d had your eye on in the store window for nearly a month. He’d get pizza from either his work or your guys’ favorite place and teasingly put candles in it since it couldn’t decide on your favorite cake flavor.

His birthday

You’d of course make/buy him a spider man cake as an inside joke since only you knew his secret identity now. He’d be thrilled but also embarrassed by it. You got him a dog as you had seen him researching local rescues and animal shelters and researching which type of dog was the most protective. Little did you know that he was doing so in hopes to get you guys one to protect you when he was on patrol or otherwise not able to do so himself. But he adored the fact you knew him so well and picked the perfect dog. Plus it took a lot of pressure off him trying to do it alone.

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Tom Holland

Your birthday

Tom would want to spoil you everyday but especially on your birthday. As a result, you two agreed that you were okay spoiling the other on special days like birthdays and anniversaries. So, Tom would take you to an early dinner at your favorite restaurant. When you got back home, he’d secretly had Harry help him set up a surprise party for you. Your closest friends and family were invited and Tom had purchased an insane amount of decorations. After the party, he refused to let you help clean up and drew a relaxing bath for you while he cleaned up. Then you two would fall asleep cuddling in bed.

His birthday

As mentioned, you’d reached a compromise with Tom that you could spoil him on his birthday. As such, you bought him the best gift you could think of, even if it was a bit pricier than you would normally spend on such an item. You knew he had been working too hard lately so you arranged a relaxing night. You’d reserved a private theater for you and him to watch the latest blockbuster he wanted to see. Then you snuck out to a privately reserved rooftop bar for some food and drinks. After that, you arranged for Tom’s family to do a video call with him since they couldn’t meet until the week after. Once the call ended, Tom held you tightly as you went to sleep.

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Harrison Osterfield

Your birthday

We know Harrison likes to be extravagant and enjoys taking care of his loved ones. So, your birthday with him would be no different! He’d throw a large high end party with champagne, glitter, loads of friends, and your favorite cake. If you drink you’d likely end up needing him to carry you to bed that night after the party. If you don’t drink, Harrison would sense you becoming tired and conclude the party; joining you in bed to read for a bit before sleeping.

His birthday

Again, this boy can be very down to earth but also loves luxury things. So, if you two were away from home for his filming or other work projects, you’d celebrate in a more down to earth way. You’d still do the traditional birthday things like cake, candles, presents, etc. but then you’d find a relaxing location for lunch and just enjoy each other’s company. If you were home, you’d usually have a calm day like that on/around his birthday depending on how it landed. But since his birthday always landed on a US holiday, you also would have a party and on the tv you’d have it showing a feed to 4th of July celebrations in America so that you could watch the fireworks.

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Freddy Carter

Your birthday

Freddy would take you on a trip, likely just a small getaway for the two of you to a cute nearby destination. You’d spend the day doing your favorite activities and he’d of course take tons of photos of you on your birthday. It would be a nice and calming day where you got to simply enjoy life.

His birthday

Freddy didn’t have many birthday parties growing up, not big ones anyways. He used to be very shy and reserved, only coming out of his shell around those he knew very well. So, now that he’d gotten much more comfortable around others, especially his costars, you would hold an annual birthday party.

You wanted him to be able to experience a traditional birthday party where he could be his outgoing and carefree self around his loved ones and friends. You opted for him to take the night off from taking photos, instead using his Polaroid yourself to document the night. He of course would steal the camera a few times to get photos of you and you with him.

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Kaz Brekker (a bit long as backstory is needed to keep is as close to cannon as possible)

Your birthday

After Jordie, Kaz never cared for birthdays. He just treated them like every other day. However, when Inej noticed how personally you took it even before you and Kaz started dating, she lectured him on trying a little harder.

The wraith of course knew of Kaz’s hidden (even to himself at times) feelings towards you, so it was easy to get him to act more appropriately on your birthday.

He still wasn’t great at it, but the next year he at least addressed it; which he did each year since.

The year after that, you also found that a “mysterious and unknown” person left a small gift for you in your room. It was of course an item you’d been gazing at but hadn’t thought he’d noticed.

By the time you two became an unofficial couple, he’d taken to not only acknowledging your birthday and finally signing his name on the birthday gift, but also dedicating time to spend with just you.

Usually it would be in his office/room, but it was one of the rare times he’d leave his work alone and just be in the moment.

Once he was okay with labeling your relationship, he decided to tell you that as a gift in a way on your birthday.

As time went on, Kaz continued to try to make you see how much he cared about you and that your birthday was important to him because it was the reason you existed at all.

His birthday

Kaz never really celebrated his birthday. Even before his traumatic childhood, his family didn’t have a ton of time or money.

And now, the thought of the day often brought more memories of Jordie and how it was wrong for Kaz to celebrate a birthday when his brother couldn’t.

Therefore, when you entered his life and tried to find out his birthday he became very frustrated and tried to shut you out even more. He knew you were trying to be kind, but he didn’t feel he deserved it; nor was he sure he wanted it as it implied you cared for him which would put you in danger.

However, you were good at getting information, hence your whole role in the crows and in his life. So, you soon tracked it down, but never told anyone. If they knew, no one showed it.

You would often take food to Kaz’s office unprompted because he never took time to eat. So, you knew it wouldn’t look suspicious to do it on the day you now knew to be his birthday. As such, you made him a standard plate of dinner and departed from Your friend group for the night.

However, you first entered your room. You grabbed a small piece of cake you picked up from a bakery on the other side of Ketterdam very early that morning.

You didn’t want to push it by getting him a real gift right away, instead waiting to see how he responded to this. You then walked to his office, using your boot to knock softly since you had your hands full.

Kaz already knew it was you so he promptly signaled for you to enter.

He nodded appreciatively at you as you set the standard dinner plate on his desk as you always did.

While he hadn’t seen the other plate still in your hand yet, he sensed your nerves so he peered up from his notes in question.

He of course knew what day it was, but no one else should, so he was startled when he saw the cake in your hand.

Kaz glanced up to look into your eyes as he held a stoic expression but slightly raised his eyebrow to alert you to his thoughts.

You gave him a soft smile, “I was at the bakery… and umm.. the lady said it was on sale… so I got us all some for dessert”.

Kaz pressed his lips together as he steepled his hands together over his notes.

He sensed you were lying but he wasn’t sure if that was because you were lying or because part of him hopped you were.

Hating he already showed vulnerability in you having caught him off guard with the cake, he nodded again and allowed you to set it on his desk.

“Actually eat tonight Brekker” you teased as you exited his room.

When Kaz went to put the dishes in the kitchen, Nina stopped him.

“Two plates?” She glared, “and that one looks like it had something sweet on it. Did you eat my last waffle?! I was saving that!”

Kaz rolled his eyes, “I did not eat your precious waffle Zenik”.

“Then why the two plates hmm?” She interrogated.

Kaz groaned, stepping around her swiftly, “y/n brought me the dessert as well”.

“Dessert?” Nina gasped, spinning around to follow him.

“What dessert?!” She asked, offended she didn’t get any.

Kaz halted but didn’t turn around for a few seconds.

When he did, he asked, “You did not have dessert?”.

Nina crossed her arms over her chest, “no. There was no dessert. What game are you playing?”

Kaz’s eyes flickered to the stairway where y/n was standing with inej likely saying Goodnight.

He felt his lips curl slightly into what his body intended as a way to hide his desire to smile but likely appeared as a smirk.

He wasn’t sure why he was smiling, after all he doesn’t celebrate his birthday.

Perhaps you didn’t know, but he still felt smug over the idea that you’d only gotten him cake.

Plus, he knew given your skill, and the timing of it, that his earlier suspensions were likely true; you knew it was his birthday.

As vulnerable as he expected to feel at realizing that, he actually felt almost pleased.

You knew and yet you didn’t make him talk about it, question him on why he hadn’t told anyone, and you clearly understood he didn’t want to make a big deal of it.

He couldn’t express how much that meant to him, to have someone understand him so well and so effortlessly.

Kaz saw Inej smirk before muttering something to y/n but he didn’t look away.

Instead, he watched as your eyes scanned the room until they landed on him.

He relaxed into a faint smirk and nodded again.

You smiled widely and nodded back before giving him a small wave as you excused yourself for the night.

To say Kaz was up late that night wouldn’t be unheard of.

But he wasn’t working, instead he was thinking about what all of it meant and how to proceed.

Yet, in his traditional Kaz way of handling things, after the nonverbal acknowledgment between you two that night before you went to bed, he chose to act as if nothing happened.

However, the next year, he found another slice of cake on his desk; this time with a candle in it.

When you entered later you see if he’d eaten, he smirked and nodded towards the plate.

“You don’t need to talk about it. But I know what today is, and celebration or not, everyone deserves cake” you shrugged.

Since then, before and during your relationship, you and Kaz celebrated his birthday with full acknowledgement of the day (between you two at least).

The others still had no idea, and kaz preferred it that way.

In fact he was pleased that it had been you out of everyone who could’ve figured it out.

It also helped him explain to you a few years later why he hadn’t celebrated before.

And you guys worked together to help him accept that while he didn’t have to, he could celebrate his birthday still and that Jordie would’ve wanted him to.

As time went on, the celebration remained solely between you two and you took extreme precautions to protect his secret while still getting things back to his room to celebrate.

Over time you’d reached a point where instead of a slice of cake and a single candle, you’d been able to have him comfortable with a full (mini since it was just the two of you but still) cake and enough candles for his age.

He even soon let you get him a true gift on that day of the year; reluctantly of course, as he didn’t feel he needed any but knew it made you feel better to give him one.

He soon grew to not despise his birthday but instead cherish the alone time you two had on that day each year.

It was a type of domestic bliss he never expected to have, much less enjoy.

And he knew he never would have had it been anyone else but you.

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Jesper Fahey

Your birthday

Jesper rarely stepped away from the tables, let alone on a consistent basis. However, for your birthday he routinely took a break from gambling.

Although it wouldn’t last more than a day; you both knew that. He still dedicated that day to you, refusing to let the pull of the cards and kruge distract him from celebrating one of his favorite days; the day you were born.

He knew how much you loved his rings and clothes and loved how they looked on you.

But he didn’t feel it was enough to gift you something he already owned. So, he instead bought a matching set of your favorites of his for you.

If there were no heist coming up, he’d try to make a trip to Noyvi Zem with you. You didn’t have any family left but he did and Colm had taken you in as a daughter.

He’d often have a cake and birthday gifts ready when you two arrived.

If that wasn’t an option, he’d gauge your current mood and decide between throwing a party with the crows or having a private date night. Regardless of how it was spent, he made sure to show you how much he cared about the day and you.

His birthday

Jesper always spent at least part of his birthday gambling. However, now that you two were together, you offered to join him.

He was more than thrilled to not be alone, and even better, to have you keeping him company.

You would try a few rounds but unlike your boyfriend, you knew when to stop. You still stayed, now option to solely be his good luck charm.

Or so he called you, regardless of the outcome. To be fair, he was better when you were there, his desire to impress you making him notice more of the other patrons’ tells.

But even if he lost the hand, he would kiss your cheek as you sat on his thigh, his arms around you.

When you joked about you no longer being his good luck charm, he’d scoff and pull you closer to his chest, peppering kisses all over your face.

“You will always be my good luck charm beautiful. Just look at you, you’re glowing” he’d coo into your ear as he waited for the next round.

When you were able to pull him from the tables, you would guide him to the slat. You managed to get the others to help decorate while Jesper was out with you.

He’d of course drink far too much but he had the best night and hardly ever left your side despite his drunken behavior.

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Cardan Greenbriar

Your birthday

Cardan was not accustomed to celebrating birthdays given that residents of Elfhame normally lived far too long to have a reason. However, Cardan would never turn down the opportunity for a party.

Nor would he ever ignore the chance to spoil you, especially when custom dictated you couldn’t refuse the gifts.

So, when he was informed about the traditions surrounding birthdays, he went overboard.

He would throw a large party, wanting you to realize just how many people cared about you.

He’d have the staff decorate the whole castle, but often would go over and adjust things himself as he saw fit.

Cardan ensured your favorite foods and drinks, both from Elfhame and the human world, were present at the party.

After the party, he would guide you (blindfolded) to the library where he had arranged all of your gifts; over ninety-percent from him.

He would lean into the lounge chair as he watched you open each gift; explaining the ones not found in Elfhame.

Cardan would be overly thrilled to see how much you loved the personal gifts and letters he gave you.

However, despite having a great day, it wouldn’t end there.

He was not done maximizing his ability to spoil you.

Cardan drew a bath for the two of you and spend the evening reminding you how beautiful he found you.

His birthday

We all know Cardan loves a party, so while he was not used to celebrating his birthday, he wouldn’t resist your request to celebrate it.

There was plenty of alcohol, Elfhame delicacies, expensive decorations, an Alice in Wonderland themed treat table, and tons of guests.

He ignored most of them however, instead focusing on spending his night with his love.

Not caring that the guests were watching their king closely, Cardan would drag you onto the dance floor of the ballroom.

He began slow dancing with you, even though it did not match the music.

However, the music soon quickly changed to a slower beat as Cardan rested his head on your shoulder.

After the party you let Cardan open his gifts, him sometimes having to have your help understanding what some of them were since your human friends had sent them.

Just when he thought he’d opened them all he watched you slide a wrapped rectangular item across the bed to him.

He delicately -despite his drunken state- opened the gift as he sensed it was more important than the others.

Cardan gasped and his eyes watered as he looked down at a near-mint condition hardcover copy of Alice in Wonderland, “it’s beautiful y/n”.

You grinned and snuggled into his side, “it’s a first edition. Signed too”.

Cardan smiled and opened the cover, seeing the first edition stamp and the author’s signature.

He softly set it next to his bed, turning to pull you closer, “you spoil me too much”.

You knew he couldn’t lie, so he must’ve truly felt that way but you giggled and shook your head, “my beloved, I do no such thing. But, I’m not done”.

Cardan kept his arm around your waist as he watched you reach for your nightstand where another wrapped rectangle rested.

“My queen, you’ve already-“ he began, for the first time feeling as though he didn’t need anything more.

“Shh” you smiled, “or I’ll stop letting you spoil me on my birthday “.

Cardan immediately shut his lips tightly, making you laugh.

You leaned over, giving him a kiss until his lips were no longer in a dramatically thin line.

“Open it “ you said, placing the last gift on his lap.

He squeezed your hip and softly opened the item.

“It’s a collector’s edition” you grinned as Cardan’s eyes flickered over the unique coloring and design on this copy of his favorite book.

After carefully putting the books away, he made sure to show you how much he appreciated you and all you did for him that day.

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Austin Butler

Your birthday

Austin knew you didn’t get to have big parties growing up. So he took great care in planning extravagant parties for your birthday.

He would ensure it wasn’t tacky but instead tailored to your personality and likes.

He purchased your favorite champagne and invited as many of your friends as he could contact.

He’d rented out a nearby hotel to use their event hall for the night.

Without telling you why, he had you get dressed up and head out with him for the night.

When he saw the glee in your eyes when you learned of the surprise party, Austin knew he did well.

As the night went on, he noticed you had grown tired and excused the two of you.

He took her home, helping you wash the glitter out of your hair before tucking you into bed.

After he shut the house down, he cuddled into bed next to you, holding you tightly as you went to sleep.

His birthday

Austin was known for liking nice/fancier things and you knew his birthday was no exception.

However, he rarely had the time to make plans to celebrate given his work schedule.

So, you took it upon yourself to plan it.

You worked with his agent to ensure everything went smoothly and worked with Austin’s schedule.

He knew you were working on this as you often asked his opinions on the guest list or decorations.

Austin was very appreciative as he desired a nice night to relax and have fun but couldn’t make time to plan it.

The night went incredibly well and Austin couldn’t be happier.

Watching you dance while wearing the dress you knew was his favorite on you, Austin decided it was time to leave.

He made his way across the party and whispered to you that you guys needed to leave.

You weren’t sure why at first, but once you made it home Austin more than showed you why he needed to be alone with you.

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Nikolai Lantsov

Your birthday

Nikolai took every measure to make sure you had a wonderful birthday.

He enlisted all of his staff to take care of cleaning the palace top to bottom, making the guest rooms ready for company to stay in, trimming the gardens and sweeping the outdoor pathways.

Nikolai himself decorated while you slept in.

When he knew you’d be waking, he brought a tray of your favorite foods to you in bed.

“Good morning and happy birthday my dearest girl” he greeted, bending to kiss your forehead.

You whines as he pulled back, grabbing at his dress shirt and pulling him closer.

You smiled as you pressed your lips on his, his hand resting on your cheek.

“Morning” you breathed, taking a moment to smell the delicious food he’d brought.

Nikolai chuckled, fixing his shirt, “I’ve seen to it that the library is empty. So, when you’re done with breakfast, it is all yours. No David, no students, all yours”.

You beamed at him with excitement, “really?! Thank you Kolya! Will you be joining me?”

“It would be an honor” he smirked, “now eat”.

“You don’t have any meetings or con-“ you asked but he stopped you with a soft kiss.

“Not today y/n/n” he promised, grabbing your hand.

“Nik, no way Zoya is okay with you rescheduling” you teased, taking a bite of your breakfast.

He laughed and shook his head, his gorgeous hair moving swiftly from the action, “I didn’t reschedule, I reserved the day off”.

You blushed, pulling his hand to make him sit next to you, “I love you”.

He smiled, brushing hair from your eyes, “I love you too moya tsaritsa”.

Nikolai in fact did join you as you rummaged through the library for any books you hadn’t gotten the chance to read yet.

However, he was distracted by his nerves about the party.

He was hoping the party would also serve to get you more comfortable with the palace and your position in it.

Nikolai wasn’t unaware that this role was new to you, but he was always looking for ways to help ease the transition.

He was hopeful that tonight would allow you to relax and find joy in a more public room of the palace, enjoying yourself even while around the kingdom’s subjects.

Fortunately for him, despite your own nerves when learning of his planned event, you did enjoy yourself.

“Thank you for tonight my korol” you grinned, kissing his hand as was the appropriate ending to the night given your new status in the palace.

Nikolai smirked and snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a proper kiss.

He laughed as your eyes widened as you pulled away and silently glanced around the room of guests, “I know lapushka, but this is our home, and I do not intend to behave differently within it; regardless of who is present”.

You blushed as your smile grew, burying your head in his chest.

Nikolai brushed your hair with his fingers, “happy birthday milaya, Ne koroleva!” (Happy birthday sweet girl, Long love the queen)

His birthday

You knew that his new title as king limited Nikolai’s chances to tailor as Sturmhond and enjoy the privateer side of him.

So, you made sure that he got that chance for at least a week each year, whatever week his birthday landed on.

He’d been resistant at first, fearful Ravkans would connect his disappearance with Sturmhond.

But when Zoya agreed with you that the citizens likely expected their King to be absent around a date such as his birthday, he agreed.

He still had his doubts about what his subjects would think, but he could never say no to you.

Much less when you were trying to do something for him.

Plus, he desperately needed time away from the palace and the pressures of being king.

He profusely thanked you as the two of you boarded the Volkvolny, both tailored as your privateer personas now.

You kissed his cheek, ruffling his now colored hair.

He rolled his eyes playfully, pulling you to him by your waist, “enjoying yourself?”

You giggled and shrugged, “I haven’t seen you like this in awhile is all koja “.

Nikolai blushed, the way he always did, tailored or not, when you complimented him.

“Hmm liking the tailored look more?” He teased.

You smacked his chest, “of course not, knock it off. You know better than that!”

Nikolai smirked his signature Sturmhond smirk but pressed his lips to the top of your head, “we should get out there love, I need to make sure we don’t crash”

You laughed and followed him out from his cabin on the ship and onto the main deck, watching as he directed the crew and adjusted the ship’s trajectory.

When he finished he smiled and waved you over, his arms wrapping around you tightly, “I needed this darling, thank you”.

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sansxfuckyou · 5 months

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I am denial, guilt, and fear (and I control you)

Summary: there are good nights and bad nights in the mountains, turns out there's a similar cadence to how they show up even after he's back with his brothers

Warnings: angst, check Ao3 port for full tags

Authors Note: I went insane over the idea that John wrote songs about his brothers while he was out in the mountains, said idea spawned by the fucking epic @ohposhers who draws lots of good art and you should go check it out. title from Mr. Self Destruct by Nine Inch Nails. hope ya'll enjoy and if you do please consider dropping a reblog or checking the ao3 port

He hasn't exactly written any songs since he left BroZone to go be alone in the mountains, but it's a bad night, and this pit of guilt has knotted itself into his gut once more. He feels nauseated with himself for leaving his brothers and he was sure that stopped many years ago, sometime after he found Rhonda.

Sadly, Rhonda no longer counts to fit that empty little brother shaped space because she's his van now. She didn't really fit that little brother role very good anyways, she's more like his daughter whenever he really thinks about it.

Which he doesn't do very often, think about what he's become and how he adapts. He's usually too caught up on whether or not he'll find dinner, or if he'll catch some sweet slopes after a snow fall. He's usually more focused on keeping Rhonda well fed and making sure she's pleased as punch. He likes to make sure he absolutely doesn't have any time to think about his brothers or his past.

But he can't do anything to distract himself tonight, coming out of a fight with a wild animal that was supposed to be sedated doesn't leave a lot of stuff in your head aside from adrenaline. And the small little patches of pain and scratches that he's disinfecting, those are also on his mind. Otherwise it's empty, not focusing on much of anything and he knows where his train of thought will lead him so he tries to avoid it.

He fails, he fails to avoid thinking of his brothers and tonight he can't just cry himself to sleep because the sun is just barely setting. He'll be up while it's still dark out if he succeeds in passing out which he'd like to avoid. So he pours himself a mug of tea, dried berries and mint leaves, and starts looking for his ash tray. He'll just get a little bit high, that should take his mind off things, or make it so much worse, he's not quite sure. Smoking ring pop dust like it's weed is always a fifty fifty on whether or not he'll come down from his high feeling okay or lost in the mountains unable to find his way back for a considerable while.

He does find it, but all that remains are the ashes and a couple cigarette butts he just knows aren't gonna cut it. He gives this long aggravated sound before throwing open his closet and pulling out a very important memento from the before times. From before he left, from before BroZone, from before Branch was born, the guitar his parents gave him when he wasn't even thirteen. It's scratched, it's banged up, but it still works which is really what matters right now.

"Do I still got it," It's a mutter really, strumming the cords of his guitar, still almost perfectly tuned, but just close enough. It doesn't need to be perfect anymore, it just needs to get the job done.

Before he knows it he has paper splayed out in front of him, words and musical notes written atop them, each labeled with a brothers name. He doesn't know why he's doing this, but he is. It eases the guilt in his core, it takes his mind off the animal attack he just survived, it tears away this sheet of denial. Picks away the facade that he's fine, pulls apart the notions of him being over it, holds open his chest and reminds him he still has soft insides despite the roughness the mountains have conditioned him into.

Writing songs about his brothers, some of the lyrics don't rhyme, most of them don't actually. They just match the advances the guitar brings with the tune, the intensity gathers as it crescendos. He'll have to rename them later, so he can tell himself he wrote them for fun instead of this all consuming guilt and regret. He was sure he killed off said emotions many years ago, but apparently he didn't, and they've returned to rear their ugly heads once more.

So he writes and he plays and eventually he finds himself crying, that tight twist in his in his stomach migrates to his chest until it's unraveling. He hasn't sung in a while either, but he does so regardless, words spilling out of his mouth even though he intended to just write them and never say them. Never let out what's been boiling up for the past god knows how many years, but it's nice, working his voice and just getting it out.

He plays well into the night.

-/-/-/-

It's been three months since John Dory got his brothers back, and they spend most of their time in Branch's bunker (except for Bruce, father of thirteen) and John spends most of his time in Rhonda. He can't help it, old habits die hard, but he does spend the days with his brothers at the very least. They let him stick around for board games and he gladly plays, and even though he loses he appreciates it regardless because his brothers want him around.

But, he doesn't want himself to be around.

He ruined everything twenty years, whose to say he won't do it again? On purpose or accident he doesn't want to lose his brothers again (he doesn't know that despite everything they don't want to lose him either). He'll fuck it up again, he'll do something stupid and they'll leave him unless he leaves them first. His brothers that he just got back, his brothers that he's missed and been isolated for so fucking long that it makes his chest ache just to see two of them in the same room.

He needs to leave before he breaks their harmony again, a harmony of four is still a harmony. But if he's gonna do that then he at least needs to leave them something so they know he's doing it because he loves them. He's doing it for their own good and he'll go rot alone in a mountain for another twenty years if that's the price he needs to pay so they can be happy. So they can be happy without him because he sees it a lot more clearly now, they weren't happy with him all those years ago. He just made everything worse, his need for perfection, his need for the perfect family harmony, his need for the band to work out- he fucked it all up.

He really hates himself for doing what he's doing, but he has copies, it'll be fine. He never wanted them to know about the songs he wrote for them, about them, he wrote those songs over the memory of them and they're so visceral no one should have to read them. But it's the only thing he can think of to leave in place of himself, so they'll have a memory of him in his absence.

He gives brief skims of each sheet as he returns down the elevator of Branch's bunker, guitar slung over his shoulder so he can get a sense of how the chords will sound if they play said songs. They all sleep like bricks (even Clay which is a shocker considering how constant of a vigil the putt putt Trolls had going on), he can get away with a couple strums without any of them noticing and maybe even a few muttered lyrics. He needs to rework the one for Bruce more than any of the other ones, rewrite the name if it ever pops up for starters.

He finds himself sitting on a stool beside Branch's kitchen counter, scratching out words and rewriting them. He's getting too wrapped up in this. This was supposed to be a quick little in and out operation. But nope, he's stuck reworking Bruce's song so it seems sincere, he wants them to have a good memory of him. Not an oddly tainted one like they did for the last twenty years, if he's gonna end up making the same mistakes he'll at least try to avoid that one.

"John Dory, it's eleven PM,"

It's Bruce, the voice is groggy and coming from behind the teal Troll who spins on the stool to face his younger brother.

"It's when I do my best writing," A lie, a partial lie at least, enough truth to make it sound true. His nervousness comes off clear on his voice and it is very clear that Bruce is seeing directly through his bullshit.

He takes a couple steps forward and watches with John's reaction with rapt attent, the scuffle to hide something. He acts like he doesn't see it, "What's with the guitar?"

"Oh, this old thing?" He holds it up very, very carefully, "I got tired, thought I'd strum out some tunes to try and get back in a sleeping mood."

"I thought you quit making music for the last twenty years," Bruce countered with, he'll build to what's on the counter, ease his oldest brother into it. That's how it works with his kids, just calm them down from the panic and they'll tell him anything. He presumes it'll work the same for a fully grown Troll who couldn't emotionally mature past the age of seventeen out in the woods.

"Hard to forget how to play guitar, it's part of me," John said, the anxious edge slowly disappearing. Fucking Bruce, he thought only Floyd had that magical ability to calm people down, apparently not. And if he's unlucky he'll end up pliable enough and tell Bruce everything, by accident of course, not because he's been bottling it up for twenty years and needs someone to hold onto him while he cries-

Hey now, that's a pretty big jump, he cried plenty when he was out in the woods.

"And," Bruce takes a seat beside John before reaching for the papers. There isn't any recoil and he distantly wonders if this is a trap, but it isn't. As much as John Dory can be a dick, he wouldn't be a dick at this hour, "What about these?"

"Songs, wrote 'em while I was in the mountains," He half lied, although he wouldn't call it lying, just telling half of the truth. Bruce already has the papers, he'll know what's actually going on soon enough. John can feel his chest constricting again, he's not making out of this one alive.

Bruce places them back down, he's not gonna violate John's privacy any further, "How was it out there anyways?"

"I- to be honest it was kind of boring after I found Rhonda, my lovely daughter," John answered with, making sure to cut himself short. He gave just enough for Bruce to push further, to pry him open because John sure as hell isn't spilling it without incentive.

"No stories to tell me that you don't wanna subject Branch too?" Bruce teased.

There's this long sigh and the knot in his chest starts to come undone, pressure starting to build in the back of his eyes, "I really missed you guys, I thought I'd never see any of you again I kind of thought some of you might've died. And hell Floyd nearly did die, we nearly died trying to save him," He takes a shuddering breath and he just knows that he's probably crying just a little bit, "What a mess."

Bruce doesn't even know what to say, a part of him was sure John Dory was untouchable in terms of emotional hurt, a part of him knew nobody was untouchable. But he was the younger brother, he idolized John for a short period of time and turns out that he still hasn't beaten it all down. He just spreads his arms, "Do you want a hug?"

John doesn't even answer, he lurches forward, fully slumped against Bruce and just crying. He hasn't cried in the arms of literally anyone in far too long, he can barely form a sentence, it's almost pathetic. But Bruce just holds tight and doesn't let go and it grounds John into reality, into the reality he was planning on running away from.

He can't believe he'd ever do that, run away from his brothers again, go be alone in the mountains ago. It fucking wrecked him last time and now he's trying to willingly surrender himself back to a place where the only control he holds is where he goes. He's never been more glad to have a brother in his entire life, even when he pulls back he's still sniffling just a bit.

"Feel better?" Bruce asked quietly.

John laughed, "Oh absolutely not, it helped but I think a dad hug isn't gonna cut it this time around," He reaches for the papers, the one for Bruce. As much as he wants to shut up and go to sleep he keeps talking because he knows he won't reach this momentum again for a long time, "When I was in the mountains I really missed you guys right? And I was writing songs you know, busted out the old guitar and some pencil 'n paper."

Bruce is handed the paper and he's cautious to read it.

"Wrote songs about you guys, try and take the edge off," John admitted quietly, "They're kind of bad, and old, and I was going to leave so I thought I'd leave them behind 'in my memory' or whatever but then I got caught up fixing mistakes."

"You were going to leave?!" It's a lot louder than he intended and panic is quick to blossom across John's expression.

"Shut it! Or just, be quiet, I've changed my mind," John said, "But, no one else is allowed to know about this."

"They'll be flattered to hear you wrote songs about them," Bruce said.

"Yeah, and no one was supposed to learn about those songs unless I died or disappeared which backfired big time, so don't tell anyone," John practically demanded.

Bruce held out a paw, "I won't tell," he swiped it away when John went to shake it, "If you spend more time with your family."

"Fine, I'll spend more time with you guys," John agreed, Bruce placed his paw into John's they shook on it.

There's this small, comfortable beat of silence.

"Love you bro, we all do,"

John doesn't really believe Bruce, not entirely, but he says it back, "Love you too man."

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Thinking about how Monkey Fist and DNAmy got to where they got to in the show. Special thanks to @danglovely's post about the subject for helping connect the dots and turning the gears in my head. More than a professional relationship, as stated. Here's my take. It's long!

The step to alter Monty Fiske's hands and feet was years in the making. Searching for someone who would do something so experimental and insane took a lot of time, all the while hiding his growing obsession and madness from the public and academic colleagues alike. When he finally found Amy, it was a huge relief, and he was overcome with so much joy, with genuine appreciation.

Amy, recently exiled from the scientific community, was greatly flattered by Monty's sheer enthusiasm and willingness to be altered. He knew exactly what he wanted and was so knowledgeable about primates. In fact, he knew a lot about her and her research. Really, it was more of a collaboration. No one at the scientific institutes ever wanted to collaborate with Amy, on her projects and fields of expertise. O, Lord Fiske....

Amy calls the procedure radical genetic mutation in the episode Partners. Aspects of fanon think it's surgery. Just wanted to address this here before continuing.

The infamous hobbling scene from the movie Misery (spoilers + grievous, non-bloody violence, if that matters) is how I imagine the preparation for this 'procedure' went. Monty is conscious, he wants to be awake for every step of the transformation, to really feel it, experience it, to remember it. He fairly yells Amy's praises as she does this. (Yes, I would love to think she says, "God, I love you." just as Annie does in the movie. Unaware that she has even said it, perhaps. He doesn't hear it over his screaming).

You know what, Monty might even be the one yelling "I love you!" - that's way funnier. Yes, let's keep that. Yes, you are right to think this is analogous to another activity, dear reader.

Surgery, genetic mutation, whatever happens, he's lucid for it and endures it very well. Amy takes care of him, dotes on him. He's such a good patient, so polite. Always saying please and thank you. He never swears, not even when he's in immense pain. A real, proper gentleman. O, and the way he looks at her with his striking blue eyes and his heavy, British (simian?) brow giving him this air of mystery. Smiling at her all the time, talking about how grateful and happy he is, how she is fulfilling his lifelong dream. The poor woman is about to faint herself! His British accent and eloquence don't help either!

They continue to get to know each other during his recovery. Amy has him do basic physical tests and exercises to get used to his new appendages. She continues to be impressed by his knowledge of primate anatomy. They practically finish each other's sentences on the matter. A lot of bashful turning away and tender smiles between them.

Amy feels comfortable enough to share her Cuddle Buddy collection with him. She's somewhere between shy and enthusiastic when introducing him to it. He's said all these nice things, to her, about her, and he's so educated and goes on so many grand adventures. Her collecting hobby, her passion, seems silly in comparison.

Let's throw this in here - I reckon he holds her hand with his monkey hand. That's sweet. He smiles at her.

Monty calls one of her Cuddle Buddies cute. Amy knows she's in-love with him now. She also knows the way he looks at her isn't just politeness for politeness' sake...

Lord Fiske is utterly elated, on Cloud Nine the entire time he's staying with Amy. Her cooking is good, her abode is well-kept, she is hospitable, she's intelligent and interested in what he has to say and knows so much herself. It's...comfortable, here. Though, he knows, this is all just the icing on the cake. The first step to his ultimate goal has been made. He allows himself to enjoy it wholly, savour it.

Finally, they part, exchanging good-byes. It's a little sad, they've both enjoyed their time together (for different, or perhaps, not all that different, reasons).

Ever the gentleman, Lord Fiske takes one of Amy's hands in his (simian) one, and kisses it gently. A proper good-bye. Amy is stunned. He takes his leave with a smile and a nod.

Amy cannot stop thinking about him. At all. Even when that really handsome teacher came around, with that gangly teen and his pet naked mole rat. And then Kimmie! Ugh, her lab...well. At least she has Monty to think about.

She still can't stop thinking about him when that cute (and charming) Dr. Drakken (though, not a doctor, he is very intelligent, he's definitely been to college, at least) comes along and asks to collaborate. O, he's so sweet. He thinks she can't see him smile when she's not looking directly at him. He should smile more often! Though, that green lady, his not girlfriend, seems to enjoy hovering around him a lot.... When he gets down on one knee and looks the most vulnerable and smitten she's seen him in their short time together, she knows what she must do. He handled it better than she thought he would, even when he screamed his sidekick's name (not girlfriend) as if he were in mortal danger.

Monkey Fist finds his thoughts straying from his destiny, every now and again. Back to Amy Hall. Back to her home. Back to the dinners they shared. Holding her hand, so small in his now.... It wouldn't hurt to incorporate her into some of his ritual praying. No, not at all. And why not? After all, she'd helped him in such a big way! He could have never become Monkey Fist without her. What a curious thing to think about. He finds himself burning a lot of incense and reverently holding her picture (which he printed off of the official Cuddle Buddy Fan Club website; professionally, of course) over the months.

Unable to bear being apart from the one she loves, and who she knows loves her, too, Amy makes contact with him. Probably whilst Monkey Fist is in the middle of some plan, so she is sure to catch him at a terrible time. She didn't call, she didn't send a letter, or even an e-mail, she just showed up.

Monkey Fist doesn't know what to think when she starts blathering on about how much she has missed him (well, it's not like he didn't also - NO, NO HE DIDN'T MISS HER!), and about monkeys, and the surgery, and Cuddle Buddies, and true love - true love? She can't be serious....

"O, Monty!" she cries, before flinging herself into his arms, holding him tight (was she always this strong? She did help him about, but this was ridiculous!), causing him to stumble back. Heck, maybe they even fall to the ground, her on top of him. (Thank you, romance tropes. Hope someone enjoys this).

He doesn't have time for this! He shoves her off, maybe a little more harshly than he intended, but she doesn't seem to be put off by it. In fact, she just keeps smiling at him, and batting her eyelashes! What's gotten into her? She didn't act anything like this when he was staying with her!

More of this nonsense occurs, I reckon. She's even found him in weird places, like in the middle of Cambodia. She's just...there. How did she KNOW? How did she FIND HIM?

She finally tells him, maybe the third time she 'meets' him, that she was sure that he loved her. Why, he even screamed at the top of his lungs that he loved her! Monkey Fist is stunned. No. That didn't happen.

He gets all uppity, maybe even red in the face (blushing. Amy is delighted, she's never seen this side of him before!). That wasn't what he was really thinking, or feeling, for that matter! It was just a side effect of whatever she drugged him up with!

She just continues to smile at him. He starts feeling unease, real unease. She tells him, knowingly, a little coyly, that she didn't give him any medicine for the procedure. He specifically requested no pain killers, or drugs, of any kind. She repeats to him, verbatim, what he'd told her about wanting to experience the entirety of the operation, even its ugliest moments.

Well, Montgomery, you've really done it now, haven't you? Told an incredibly intelligent, persistent, obsessive, and frankly, insane woman you loved her as she was shattering your joints. You wonder how you got yourself into this mess. O, right. Ultimate Monkey Master. Maybe Bates had a point. Or your mother. Okay, not her, but maybe Bates. And that's that! That's how we get to Gorilla Fist!

#kim possible #monkey fist #dnamy #monty fiske #amy hall #kp villains #I love DNAmy can you tell #She stole my heart #She's so cute and flirty #I love her #It actually saddens me how disliked she is amongst many MF fans #This ship is a weird one and I just had to puzzle it out #Thanks again danglovely seeing your post some time ago really helped me to see how they could have 'worked'. Thank you for having FAITH i #FAITH in MF liking Amy back #At least at some point during their 'professional relationship'#MF is a cool villain there's a lot to like about him and to make him really threatening #His sheer terror at seeing Amy again is so awesome #His scream is practically blood-curdling #Just this cute lady who likes cute things and cuddles and cookies terrifies this literal Aberration of God and Nature #a Monster Right out of Heart of Darkness

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robots-n-sweet-tea · 4 months

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Gotta Love Prowl (And His Kinks)

“How rough do you want me to be?” Prowl grinned.

“As rough as you want, sir~” Az purred.

Primus, that just instantly turned him on. Don’t tempt a sadist. The tables quickly turned when he moved to pin her to the soft grass. It was a familiar feeling– one that she knew very well. Az let him do his thing, tearing off what clothes she had on with his overly large servos. That just meant another shopping trip for her. Oh well. And, as soon as he thrust into her, the sweet sound of their mixed moans filled the air.

“I want to hear you beg,” he whisper-growled after a minute. “Beg, or do I need to make you?”

“Mmm, Prowl, please–” she whined, letting out another moan as he started to pull out just barely, inch by agonizing inch.

“Please, I want you to make me cum! Fill me with your transfluid until I’m–!”

“Shut your mouth, you damn whore,” Prowl growled again, this time louder as he pulled out fully before slamming into her as roughly as he could.

She whimpered loudly, letting out soft huffs at the feeling of being so full. This did not go unnoticed. “Hold on tight, sweetspark, because I intend to spark you up good.”

“Hnn– please! Spark me up!”

Prowl chuckled lightly to himself and finally began to fuck her for real this time. He promised himself that he wouldn’t break her…at least, not yet. His focus for the time being was the absolutely impossible task of filling Az with his sparklings. He knew this was impossible, but just the thought put him on a bit of a high. His thrusts were unapologetically rough and uneven; it was something that, even after all this time, she never quite got used to.

In and out.

Out and in.

Maybe he should��

He slowed down momentarily, his thrusts coming to a quick halt. Az was understandably confused.

“Prowl? Is something wrong?” she asked out of concern.

“Mm…no, I just had an idea. Wait here.” One last moan as he pulled out, before he disappeared off to…somewhere, only to return a couple minutes later. There was something in his servos, a bag of sorts it seemed. This immediately piqued his new pet’s interest.

“What’s in the bag?”

“A surprise,” he grunted, throwing the object down at her side. One quick peek, and…

“Are these…eggs?”

“What do they look like?” he snapped. “I want us to use them.”

“Hm. Kinky. But why exactly do you want to use them?”

“Breeding purposes.”

“Excuse me?” She just got a glare in response. “Okay, okay. Don’t give me that attitude, sir.”

“It’s called Cybertronians and humans can’t breed with each other, so this is the next best option.”

“So you want to stuff me–”

“With eggs and transfluid, yes.”

“...That’s cool with me.” Score. Az pulled an egg out of the bag, sifting through it. “These aren’t real eggs, are they?”

“Frag no. They’re custom-made.” I’m sorry, but since when did he have custom-made eggs? “Ohh frag~ Yes, yes that’s it…push them in,” Prowl moaned, his servo quickly pumping his spike. His optics stayed focused on the scene in front of him as Az slowly pushed in an egg. A single egg…a single egg? He stopped pumping for a moment, watching her. “Is that really your limit?”

“Mhm…I mean, they are kinda big.”

He let out an irritated sigh, “Fine. Guess it’s just one then. Now get over here.”

The mech lifted her up a bit so she leaned against the boulder with the two of them facing each other. “Hold it in until I say so. Got that?”

Az nodded. And with that, he lined his spike up, pushing inside her and ultimately against the egg. “Any discomfort?” He grunts.

“I–I mean, a tiny bit, but I’ll be just fine, okay?” she reassured him.

“As long as you’re okay.” Prowl moaned softly at the insanely warm feeling along with the pressure from the egg pushing against his spike when he pushed in.

He stopped about a fourth of the way in, unable to go any further. His optics then landed on Az, watching for any pain or discomfort. She stared back at him before giving him a small nod. The signal to keep going.

As rough as he wanted to be, he felt the need to protect that egg inside his pet, afraid to break it as if it were a real one. He needed to be gentle for once. So, with this in mind, his thrusts were quick and gentle, with each one pushing against the egg inside. It enticed soft moans from both of them.

Az had never felt this full before. Primus, did it feel so fucking good though. She closed her eyes for a moment to savor the feeling. Bliss. Cloud nine, even. Her hands held onto his frame lightly for stability in the process. Neither of them said a word for a while, just listening to each other’s pants and whimpers alike.

Prowl eventually stopped after releasing a more-than-necessary moan, letting out more grunts as he finally overloaded, pumping all the transfluid he could into her. He leaned forward a bit, capturing Az off guard with a quick kiss and groaning into her mouth. They both could feel all the transfluid flowing out of her and onto the dirt and grass beneath them.

“That’s it. Good boy~” she whispered. “Such a good boy, breeding me like that…~”

“Thank…you…” he panted, and quickly pulled out of her, letting even more transfluid escape. Along with the egg, not surprisingly. “Good girl~”

“...We absolutely have to do this again.” She murmured after catching her breath.

Prowl smirks as his servos cool down.

“Only if you’re up for it."

#valveplug #transformers #oc: az #mod a-z writes

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still thinking about grief and recovery and support on this show because oh boy did the shows airing this weekend put me in my dead parent feelings i said before i was concerned about how porjai is dealing with her own grief, and this episode we saw her easily talking about rung, and even casually yelling to rung that she misses her! maybe this is me projecting, because i can't do that, but this seems like a pretty healthy place to be, especially contrasted with mhok's relative silence, and i'm glad!

and mhok's silence doesn't come from anger or resentment (which are valid ofc, but i did wonder if imprisonment gave him time to work through this to some degree) but out of protectiveness. i fucking loved this, because it felt so realistic and lived-in. i lost a parent to intimate partner violence, and i NEVER open up about it; people sure have Opinions, and it makes me insane

but day finding out about rung offscreen wasn't on my bingo card, tbh. because we've been with mhok through everything he's found out about day

it doesn't bother me, exactly, but it feels slightly unbalanced, and i suppose what i'm thinking is: knowing what happened to someone doesn't actually tell you how they feel about it, or how it affects them, or how you can support them

mhok found out from that lady sharing personal medical info she had no business sharing about day losing his eyesight in the accident, but he put in the work to understand what it actually meant for day. and in most cases, we've seen day telling mhok about what troubles him in his own words (his crush on auggy, why he was avoiding his friends, etc)

bereavement is probably statistically more common, so i suppose it may not need to be spelled out for an audience? but i am wary, because there have been so many shows where characters are visibly — to me! — struggling with grief and everything else matryoshka-ed in it, but audience reaction simply doesn't factor this in

i'm also thinking about how often mhok tells day a story about himself with the intent of making him smile ("i bought two bracelets just because i had money to spend" "i found this rooftop when i needed to sober up" "my sister called this false rice". i'm certain there are more!). because this is what a caretaker does, or because this is what mhok does, or both?

because this always made me wonder what it would take for mhok to talk about something that wouldn't make day smile, or because he wanted to share. in the former case, it'd have to be something pretty bad!

of course, talking isn't the only way to recovery or intimacy. and mhok going from "i'm breaking up with my devoted gf because i don't want to drag her down with me" to "i'm going to ask you to be my bf" is pretty significant!

but as they navigate the journey from being caretaker and client to being boyfies, the balance has to shift around a bit to them supporting each other, consciously choosing to be there for each other

in this episode what we got was: you only want money to buy that car. and i'm not even mad about this, because this kind of comment is very in line with day's character. but wow. day, i know you're feeling big feelings, but throwing one of the few things you know about mhok's life in his face is. not it!

#last twilight the series #i know this is a “trustworthy” director. and i will happily eat my words! but #it's always bothered me when couples fall into this pattern of ONE person doing the bulk of the supporting and caring and accommodating #and i am HOPING WISHING PRAYING this show doesn't do the same you know?#also like the imbalance makes sense if they're only caretaker and client of course! i'm just SO curious how this will be addressed #thinking a lot lately about characters society puts into a certain box because social status or because they're Manly or Tough or some shit #and there isn't a space for them to be soft and goofy and playful and tender. and people assume they don't need to be cared for #ten from cooking crush and babe from pit babe and top from only friends. for example.#and “there's zero tenderness in you” mhok #and i desperately want to see these characters get to be more than they're “allowed” to be #patriarchy is a curse #oh also i suspect mhok's “healing journey” will come to a head once he buys the car or whatever ends up happening there #ALSO GOD how many people would move the fuck out of that house afterward IF THEY HAVE THE MONEY TO DO SO #and maybe it doesn't feel like this for mhok and porjai but living in the same place afterward can be intensely suffocating #but they can't just move and start over like moneyed individuals might be able to!#recovery and healing simply looks different for the rich #anyway next ep will probably foreground mhok caring for day. and there are not many eps left!! i am wary but still fairly optimistic

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The Mojave's got it all folks: vampire mailmen, enclave werewolves, homoerotic blood drinking, the horrors-

Some Lore(tm) below the cut

Werewolves were the Enclave’s handiwork, naturally. The original project was ultimately deemed a failure by way of its mortality rate and was consequently shut down, though not before producing a handful of living, howling, subjects. Most were wasteland captures, but a few members volunteered for the trials, Officer Gannon among them. And, as it turns out— it’s hereditary.

Their existence isn’t widely known (or at least believed) in the wasteland at large. Some NCR and Brotherhood veterans remember and keep an eye out for any signs of them. Shoot on sight, never mind the fact that the majority of them were victims of the Enclave or the victims’ descendants.

Regardless, it’s better to stay out of sight. Arcade locks himself up in the Jacobstown lodge basement during the full moon where Doc Henry can help keep away any prying eyes. Losing control is a very difficult aspect of it for Arcade as he’s terrified of hurting someone. Outside of full moons he can transform at will, but reserves it for life or death situations. Unsurprisingly, his eyesight is still shit so he heavily relies on his ears and nose to stay aware of his surroundings.

Meanwhile, south of Vegas, Doc Mitchell has largely kept to himself after an unfortunate run in with another of the wasteland’s blood thirsty creatures that left him with an affliction of his own. When Victor drags in a dying courier, he does the only thing can to keep them alive (…or, undead at least) and changes them.

Sol still wakes up with brain damage and no memory, and with a bonus of insane speed, strength, and a craving for human blood. They start wearing sunglasses to hide their eye color and hoodies or sweaters under their denim jacket to fight off the constant bone deep chill. They heal quickly, but take longer to learn self control after Goodsprings. Animal blood can tide them over and luckily the Mojave has more than enough humans willingly throwing themselves into fights to keep Sol from having to hunt them.

When Arcade and Sol finally meet, they are both aware something is off about the other, though they don’t know what. Eventually the truth come out (Does Sol is Vampire?) and they find a kind of solace in that shared monsterhood. They fight together extremely well and keep each other in check.

Sol helps ground Arcade during full moons and keeps him (and others) safe. And when needed, Arcade is strangely quick to offer himself up as a food source for Sol.

Of course, the world around them beats onward and the war won’t wait for man or beast. Thus Courier Six remains, as they have always been, Courier Six.

#these are just some quick sketches but if people are interested i can add this AU to the Proper Projects to-do list #tbh I've been sitting on this idea since last october lkjsdf #fallout new vegas #fnv #fallout #arcade gannon #courier six #courier oc #the enclave #vampire #werewolf #vampire/werewolf #sol tag #drawing4nuclearwinter #(also guess who learned about gradient maps. warning that i'm probably going to use them obnoxiously until i get it out of my system)#(funky colors my beloved. im so excited about this)

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mike-wheeler-faggotry · 2 years

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Getting in Mike's Head

Mike is a difficult character to understand, because his primary motivations have been intentionally concealed from the general audience. Fortunately, I'm insane and have been psychoanalyzing him for months, so here's a general analysis of that.

A few things to state before I begin. I'm writing this from the perspective of a gay mike truther, and a byler shipper. If you disagree with either of those I have no problems with you, but you're going to disagree with a fair amount of this analysis.

The main components of Mike's character are: He's gay in a small town during the satanic panic, he's traumatized and generally mentally ill but doesn't have anyone he knows he can rely on, and he's a paladin. All of these wrap around each other to make him suffer, and due to poor coping mechanisms makes those around him hurt too.

Mike's internalized homophobia

Many people have analyzed why Mike is gay, so I won't go into all of that here (i've left one such analysis below, but if anyone would like me to send some other analyses on that topic I would be happy to). However, I will state how it affects him. Mike's family is a typical republican family during this era. Thus, it's unlikely his family would in any way indicate being supportive, and rather likely they would be unsupportive (this is a tv show, so they likely will be supportive, but Mike doesn't know that). He's also seen his best friend since age 5 be bullied for being perceived as gay his whole life.

All of that is to say he definitely has internalized homophobia. I'll go into more detail later, but he definitely thinks he's "wrong" for being in love with Will. He also is (without meaning to) using Jane to hide that. I want to emphasize he does NOT intend to hurt Jane or use her, he's doing so by accident because of poor coping mechanisms.

Mike's Mental Illness

And that's another part of Mike, his poor coping mechanisms. He's just as traumatized as the rest of the cast, but he's doing far worse then most of them. We see in season 1 when he was fully acceptant of throwing himself off the cliff when Will was gone, Jane was gone, and Dustin was in danger. In season 2 he was referenced to have been acting out, but only got punished for it, no mental help.

In season 3 he threw himself into a relationship not based on communication and mutual respect, got himself in trouble for it and crippled his bonds with his friends so he could make out with a girl he doesn't even like that way. Before season 4 when Will and Jane moved away, he locked himself in his room and basement for a month of depression, and in season 4 takes the blame all on himself for both him and Will not staying in touch. Other people have also noticed Mike's possible eating disorder (link below).

All in all, Mike is definitely struggling, and is dealing with it (or rather, not dealing with it) through self-destruction. Whether or not you agree he's dealing with internalized homophobia is one thing (though I definitely think he is), but the fact of the matter is he's not doing well at all.

In addition to self-destruction, he also projects. With the rain fight with Will "it's not my fault you don't like girls" in season 3, with channeling feelings for Will in his "I love you speech" in season 4 (link below), he projects his own feelings onto others, or his feelings for Will onto Jane and vice versa.

And despite the jokes about Mike having rocks for brains, he doesn't underthink; he overthinks. Constantly trying to be a "normal" (straight) teenage boy, to his own detriment, terrified that others will see past the facade and know he's "broken".

Keeping the knowledge of his internalized homophobia and his mental illness in mind explains his quote unquote "toxic" behavior in seasons 3 and 4. He's still the same kid from seasons 1 and 2, things are just too hard for him to handle right now.

Despite It All, Mike is Still a Paladin

Before I go into why he's a paladin, I'll post some quotes on what paladins are like.

"The paladin is a holy knight, crusading in the name of good and order, ..."

"From 1st through 3rd edition, paladins were required to maintain the Lawful Good alignment... Failure to maintain a lawful good alignment or adhere to the code of conduct causes paladins to lose their paladin status and many of their special abilities until they are able to atone. "

(from 5th edition) "Oath of Devotion: paladins who appeal to the loftiest ideals of justice, virtue, and honor. Those who take this oath are typically Lawful Good, following the tenets of honesty, courage, compassion, honor, and duty."

(from Michael Tresca) "fighters of lawful alignment could become paladins from the outset and had a charisma score score of at least 17, positioning paladins as exemplary leaders. Their lawful allegiance was much stricter than other classes [...]. Where the cleric was more a healer and less a combatant, the paladin was more combatant and less healer"

While I'm no expert on D&D and have pulled the above quotes from the Paladin D&D page on wikipedia, given the time I would assume the characters would be playing either first or second edition. But regardless, all of the above indicate the character of a paladin. Often lawful good, a holy knight. A hero who does not succumb to evil (or does not break vows). A leader.

And we see that! Mike IS a leader, he cares about his friends, he is lawful good! At least, when his mental illness doesn't get in the way. His becoming less liked by the audience and decreased plot relevancy being simultaneous make me think that he's a fallen paladin right now. Just as the audience wants him to atone, his paladin status requires him to atone as well.

Why did I bring up the Oath of Devotion specifically? Because he values honesty and justice and honor, but it's very likely his devotion to Will at least partially shaped those values. "Friends don't lie" very possibly came from the character who has only lied once in the entire show, and barely so.

Mike's queerness, his love for Will both repulsing himself and shaping the core of who he is, Mike's overthinking and projection and self-destruction as a result of that and his other trauma, and Mike ultimately being a hero to defends what is good and is the heart of the party, his heart being powered by Will. All who he is wraps around itself, strangling and caressing in equal measure.

Down here I have some posts that explain things above. If you want me to add posts explaining anything else, feel free to ask!

Mike's ED

Why Mike is gay, not bi (written pre-s4)

Mike's ILY speech to Jane doesn't actually fit her at all

(written for @dis-a-ppointment)

#stranger things #mike #byler #gay mike wheeler #posting about the prick #byler tumblr #analysis #byler analysis #mike wheeler #mikewheelerdefenseclub #mike wheeler protection squad #mike wheeler is gay #cleradin

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Uni Majors {Hashira}

Modern au! What they each major in/general hcs

Kyojuro Rengoku

He majors in either Theatre or Sport Science

Wants to help people in some form; whether that be temporary escapism through his performance or helping others to improve their own performance

Would always give it 150% with his usual unwavering enthusiasm

Probably got a scholarship to pay it off

Doesn't seem to struggle at all, actually thrives more than anything

Is the student who sits at the front and asks all the questions people are too anxious to ask

Takes on a leader-like position amongst the class

Excels in all his classes with good grades (80% on average)

Tengen Uzui

He majors in either Music Production or Theatre

Unlike Kyojuro, it isn't for as a sweet reason as his, he simply knows he excels in captivating people and his hearing is a gift and he wants to put it too good use

He's extremely casual addressing his workload but somehow doesn't fall behind

The party animal on campus, who throws the most insane and fun parties for everyone; regardless if he knows them

The student who sits on his phone listening to music midway through the lecture at the back; but seems to understand everything anyway

His grades are nothing to write home about (70% on average), he just wants to pass enough to stay afloat

Obanai Iguro

He'd definitely major in either Zoology or Psychology

When he graduated highschool, you can guarantee he was absolutely lost and didn't have any real ambitions for life

So he followed Mitsuri and his friends to Uni, and picked whatever looked the most interesting

He makes sure to work overtime in class and use his time well, so he has time to hangout with his friends here and there

Glares at any disruptive students during class and is seen as the teachers pet; even tho it's not his intention at all

Despite his shallow reasoning for studying, his grades are pretty impressive (89% on average)

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He majors in Sport Science or Engineering

Probably got a lucky break and got a scholarship to pay it all off

Arrives to classes late, but once he walks in he's 100% focussed at the task at hand

Always super duper polite and formal to his professor and brings gifts to show his appreciation at the end of every term

Despises group projects as he finds himself way more reliable, will completely finish projects in one night cause it's eating away at him while he's trying to sleep

Always goes from a run after class and after long periods of sitting down studying; it helps him clear his mind (he dies inside if he sees a cute dog along the way <3)

Sanemi gets scolded for being so cold and rude to his classmates when it comes to group projects, but his intelligence and out of the box thinking is a gift that cannot be denied (85% on average)

Giyu Tomioka

He majors in Literature or Criminology

Giyu finds beauty in looking beyond the surface and looking at the smaller details of the bigger picture; whether that be in criminal evidence or an abstract metaphor or symbolism

Tends to sit at the front of the class to avoid the troublemakers, and everyone tends to avoid him too

Always brings an ice coffee with him to class or the library when he's studying

Once he returns to his dorm, he tends to listen to crime podcasts while he's making and reviewing notes; it's therapeutic for him

He's hard on himself in every shape of the word, but no matter what grade he gets he's always very fast to bounce back and use this as a way to improve himself (88% on average)

Muichiro Tokito

He majors in Philosophy or Psychology

Muichiro finds peace and beauty in pondering lifes biggest questions and trying to find a solution; he also finds this peace and beauty in examining the human mind

Sits at the back of the class and zones out, he tends to get held back by the professor for summaries and additional resources to catch him up

Keeps to himself most of the time, but because of his absentminded attitude people talk shit about him frequently; he isn't afraid to roast and humiliate them in front of everyone tho

Lays on his bed and stares at the ceiling in the daze for an hour or so before he attempts to read through all his resources to catchup

Although he is very intelligent and passionate. he simply loses track of assignments and tuning in to lectures so his grades aren't the best but acceptable (65% on average)

Gyomei Himejima

He majors in Religious Studies or Child Development

Uses his head and figures all his years of experience would help him excel and eventually in the long run help people

Early to class and always very well dressed

Always very polite to everyone despite people finding him rather strange at first

Shares notes and tips with his classmates and is the class favourite by end of first term

He always finds time to meditate after a busy class and go to the gym; probably runs into Sanemi occasionally

Gyomei is adored by his professor and peers equally, there's nothing to pick at when it comes to him, he's always focussed when it comes to his studies too (85% on average)

Shinobu Kocho

She majors in either Nursing or Biology

Unlike any of the other Hashira, she wants to preserve her families history of specializing in medicine; in one fashion or another

Tends to sit at the front of the class to avoid the disruptive students, and takes extensive notes with diagrams

Although, she doesn't get visibly shaken, she's most defiantly stressed; so she's more prone to snapping but she just really needs to finish this assignment and a cup of coffee-

Tries her hardest to find some sort of academic and personal life balance by leaving every Saturday as her hang out night with her friends; so she can breathe and unwind

She's really hard on herself both as a med/bio student but as a person in general so she's not happy when it's "only" a 90% and not 100% (90% average)

Mitsuri Kanroji

She majors in either Graphic Design or Fashion Design

Mitsuri really wants to help people somehow but in the end probably drops out from nursing cause she can't handle the gore; then switches to Graphic/Fashion Design cause it's fun

Has a tendency to fall behind in her studies because she day dreams a lot and gets distracted while studying and completing assignments

Sits in the middle of the room, not at the back but not at the front; takes simple notes and doodles in class

Confides in Shinobu and Obanai for relieving her academic stress, especially around exam season;

Despite the fuss she makes and how many ups and downs she faces she has a pretty solid grade average (76% average)

#modern au #hashira #shinobu kocho #mitsuri kanroji #muichiro tokito #giyu tomioka #gyomei himejima #sanemi shinazugawa #tengen uzui #rengoku kyojuro #obanai iguro #uni majors #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny

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notebook-of-elle · 2 years

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⋆⋅☆ indulge me ☆⋅⋆

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Jake “Hangman” Seresin

SUMMARY: When no one's looking, he rakes his eyes up and down the other's body. (...) [watching] the metal plates of his dog tag dangle and swing as he moves. It's weirdly attractive. He's certain Jakes knows he's looking when he casually leans back, spreading his legs as if he's getting comfortable. It's driving Bradley insane.

But they don't talk about it. They don't acknowledge it at all. They've barely looked into each other's eyes despite all these occurrences at the rec room.

It changed one night at the Hard Deck.

WARNINGS: +18 for swearing; internalised homophobia; kissing; semi-public.... wtv they were doing; innuendos/mentions of smut

minors do not interact // i do not allow translations // do not repost

A/N: This is the first part to a floydsinshaw I have planned but you can read as a stand-alone. There's not that much action in this one, it's just how hangster came to be. Also, I hate this and I have not written in like two tears so give me a break. It’s just one of those times the scenes played out perfect in my mind and then I started writing and it took a whole other turn and my brain just *puff* forgot how it was originally meant to be and now I have this bs.

Rooster was getting to a point of desperation with the other man. Barely able to be around him because he can't explain nor accept the feelings bubbling up instead of the usual disdain or sometimes anger. He's barely been able to think let alone admit that now every time he and Hangman argue he wants to push him against a wall and- and-.... Fuck, he can't. For many reasons. But once he let his thoughts play out, he couldn't come back from it. At night, when they arrive from the bar and he's alone in his room, his thoughts (and hand) wander. He can't stop replaying Hangman's cocky smirk directed at him. The way he struts past him when he wins the games they play at the bar. How he gulps down his beer and laughs with his friends. How he looks so confident in himself, he used to think "arrogant" was more appropriate but the more he stares the less he cares. Jake just looks good. He looks especially good when he's bending over the pool table-... He's utterly screwed.

Bradley can't tell what changed this time around. Every other time they were on the same base or in for the same training or mission, they always had this rivalry. Their usual snarky comments and the occasional serious argument. They were never friendly. They could be civil, if that meant staying as far from each other as possible when they really had to be in the same space. And they've never been assigned as each other's back up on a mission so far, so it was easy to hate each other when they didn't have to protect one another. But now they're back in Cali, called in to Top Gun for a mission they know they might not come back from. And as much as they're both fighting to be team leader and have a place on the mission, if they both end up being chosen for it, they have to be there for each other. They're on the same side when they're inside enemy lines.

It's not only that. Bradley thinks it's a stretch to say he's projecting. It can't all be him. But it almost seems like Jake is giving him more attention than before. Not positive attention. No. He's rude and cocky, but he's interacting more than what is strictly necessary between them since they've arrived. Getting Bradley to play pool with him more, Jake's even gotten him to play darts with him. All to show who's the best. Though he can't really say he's focused on that goal, all Bradley can do when they're playing is subtly watch the way the muscles in his arm shift when he's about to throw the darts.

More than once, as he's fulfilling his punishment after training - 200 push ups thanks to Payback - the blonde walks past, always having something teasing to say. Bradley keeps his head down, but he knows he's being stared at. The back of his neck burns and he can't tell if the slight shaking of his arms is the result of the workout or Jake. He can't lie and say he doesn't stare as well. He keeps his distance and is quiet but will observe the way the veins in his hands run up his arms, how his back muscles flex and his hands are spread on the pavement. He has thought about Jake's hands more times than acceptable and less than appropriate occasions.

Sometimes they'll be in the rec room with a few people and Jake would look at him, for just a second, but many times, still conversing with others. The first times it happened Bradley was tempted to challenge Jake, asks him what fuck he was staring at. Alas, he endured it to a point where he's also staring and instead of that annoyance rising, he feels... desire.

When no one's looking, he rakes his eyes up and down the other's body. When they don't have anything scheduled and he's just hanging in a basic t-shirt or, bless him, a tank top, he can watch the metal plates of his dog tag dangle and swing as he moves. It's weirdly attractive. He's certain Jakes knows he's looking when he casually leans back wherever, spreading his legs as if he's getting comfortable. It's driving Bradley insane.

But they don't talk about it. They don't acknowledge it at all. They haven't even openly stared at one another despite all these occurrences at the rec room.

It changed one night at the Hard Deck. Jake, like Bradley, prefers to stay, at most, buzzed. But tonight he had just enough that Bradley noticed him openly staring more than once. At one point, when they both were sitting on opposite sides of the pool table where their friends were playing without paying much attention to either of them, Bradley finally met his eyes. He expected the other to look away, make a snarky comment, something. He didn’t expect him to keep staring, his green eyes dark and little droopy. He felt his breathing quicken, the pit of his stomach rolling with nerves. He couldn’t look away, but Jake didn’t seem like he would back down as well. Then, as he adjusted in his seat, Jake’s eyes moved up and down his body. Blatantly staring at him with that stupid toothpick between his teeth.

At first Bradley had been leaning back, hand resting on the edge of the chair, between his legs casually. But now Jake could see the way his chest moved faster than normal, his broad shoulders tense, the grip he had on the chair almost white-knuckled, his other hand around the glass was taught. Looking back up he caught the way Bradley gulped at the attention, he barely noticed his own little smirk.

Unable to sit any longer, Bradley gave the group a once over and got up, toward the patio at the back of the Hard Deck. He needed to breathe fresh air, he almost collapsed against the railing of the deck, legs weak after being tense for what truly felt like hours. It’s almost the same feeling he gets in training after holding a plank too long or finishing up a long set of push ups. The feeling of his muscles relaxing but not fully, adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

For a few minutes, he stared blankly at the ocean waves crashing into the sand a few dozen feet in front of him. He was wondering what the hell was happening to the two of them. What this tension was. Where it came from. When it started. When did he let himself get this far lost into this feeling? This rush he felt. When he knew deep down, but never consciously acknowledged, that they had been dancing around each other for weeks.

He only noticed the sound of footsteps when they're already close and turned too quickly to seem like was just relaxing. It didn't matter, the person coming towards him was Jake. Suddenly he felt like screaming at him. Then that anger was crushed down by something. Guilt? Shame? Something.

Jake crept over towards him, his hand supporting him on the railing. He had that signature cocky smirk on like he was about to spew some dumb shit. It's the same smile he has when he knows he will take the person he's been chatting up home to get fucked. His frustration surfaces all at once.

- Bradshaw. Are you good? You came here in a hu-...

- Shut up Hangman. What the hell are you doing? – Jake is momentarily stunned at his tone and shuts his mouth but seems determined to keep up the teasing.

- Whatever did I do to you? – Entranced, he watches Bradley’s knuckles turning white as he grips the railing. He can almost hear the way it creaks, and it makes him tense for a whole other reason.

That feeling like it might have all been in his head comes back. If Jake has been teasing him, Bradley’s not going to be the one to point it out and start talking about it first.

- Nothing, Hangman, go back inside. – He turns away from Jake and leans into his arms on the railing again. He knows Jake’s not moving and feels his jaw clench with tension and frustration.

- I mean you seem awfully stressed lately. I’m just wondering what it might be. The mission, maybe? Are you afraid you aren’t gonna be team leader? At this point you might not even make the team-… - He's pushing his luck now, he knows it when Bradley turns quickly and his hands push Jake’s chest until he stumbles a few feet away. Bradley feels like he might explode, he looks beyond pissed off and Jake barely flinching just annoys him further.

- Shut up! You know damn well why I’m stressed. God, you’re so annoying. – When he realises how loud he’s talking he looks over Jake’s shoulder but everyone inside the bar seems absorbed in their own games and conversations. He leans heavily on the railing behind and let’s his head fall. All the while Jake watching him, an amused smirk on his face. He chuckles.

- Annoying. Is that what you think of me?

- What the hell else am I supposed to think of you, Bagman. – He responds sharply, avoiding looking at him at all.

- I don’t know. I like to think lately you might have thought something else of me.

Bradley’s heart quickens, and his eyes are glued to the ground but once again his jaw is clenched shut. Jake lets the silence linger as he watches Bradley. The minute movements of his jaw. The way the vein in his neck is protruding. Down to his flowy shirt, opened down to his chest, showing the forcefulness of his breathing. He’s once again gripping the railing and when he finally looks into Jake’s eyes, he looks like he might want to put his hands around his neck, but Jake thinks he might not be totally opposed to that.

Bradley looks like he’s about to speak but swallows down the words. He doesn’t really know what to say. He wants to deny Jake, but it feels like his voice is gone when he looks into his eyes.

- C’mon now. I’ve caught you staring, you’re not subtle. – When Bradley squints at him, looking like he might retort or say something snarky, he continues.

- You know I look at you as well, Rooster. – He thinks Bradley wasn’t expecting such honestly when he straightens up, his face looks redder than it did a second ago and he’s looking away. Jake steps closer.

- How can I not? You just look so good when you’re flustered. – Bradley scoffs but it's unconvincing.

- I am not flustered-...

- No? So, in the rec room when you’re staring at me and look away like a little schoolgirl blushing-… - He pushed his hand against Jake’s shoulder once more, successfully shutting him up. It’s not as hard as before and Jake doesn’t stumble back but he pays acute attention the way his heart jumps at the contact. At this, Jake laughs, not a chuckle. He laughs loudly and it doesn’t seem mocking, amused, but not mean. He steps closer still.

Bradley looks up once again, his eyes meeting the green of Jake’s. Neither look away, both feeling the exhilaration of being on the brink of doing something they feel like they shouldn’t be doing.

- Jake… - His own jaw clenches at Bradley’s tone. There’s a sort of excitement and anxiety at the pit of his stomach making him want to grab the other by the hair and kiss him. He reels it all in.

- Bradley. – He catches the way Jake licks his lips, his stomach clenches and it feels like he might fall on his knees from the way Jake keeps looking at him.

He takes one final step and they're almost chest to chest. They can feel each other’s breathing, so so close. Loud laughing from inside the bar makes Bradley look away and the fire in the pit of his stomach turns cold with sudden anxiety.

- Jake, we- we can’t. Not here-... - Jake huffs, he’s so close, he doesn’t want to waste an opportunity to be so close to Bradley. He looks around and in seconds he’s got Bradley by his shirt, the tall man’s eyes wide with surprise. In three large steps he's pushed Bradley to the other side of the balcony area, against the wall, away from any windows. His breath is knocked out of him, and he looks at Jake in the eyes again.

- Jake, you’re fucking crazy. They’re gonna notice we’re gone-...

- I don’t care. – His eyes are stuck to Bradley’s lips, every few seconds he’s licking his lips. It’s probably stress induced but it’s driving him insane.

- I do! – His hands now grip the blond man’s wrists, threatening to make him let go. He thinks that if he lets Bradley go now, he might never get this close again.

- Fuck, Bradley, just-… - He thinks he sounds a little desperate now, looks it too by the way he's getting closer to him. But Bradley's just letting him. - Just-.... Indulge me. For a minute.

Then, Bradley sees a look he hadn't seen before, his eyes are dark but unguarded. Finally, he lets his body melt into Jake's. The hands that gripped his shirt shifted, sliding up to his neck, he's suddenly aware of how hot he feels when Jake's hands feel soothing and cool on him.

It feels like a dream. The sound of the crowded bar fades and the waves crashing becomes background as Jake leans closer, feeling Bradley's hands skating down his arms and resting on his sides like he's afraid of touching him.

That's not really what Bradley's afraid of. He thinks that if he gets too close to Jake he will like it so much that he might never let him go.

Bradley looks a little lost, eyes fleetingly meeting his, shifting between his face and chest.

- I'll stop if you ask me to stop. - Jake says softly, Bradley observes the way his eyes are fixated on his lips and licks them automatically, Jake's eyes seem to darken just from that. He shakes his head in denial.

- Okay, then just relax, baby… - he says, almost in a whisper, simultaneously fighting the way his eyes are closing, so captivated by the way the other feels so close to him. Bradley fights the reaction he wants to have at the name. Jake didn't mock him, and a pleasant feeling washes over him when he realises it, despite the nerves.

- Easier said than done. - He gulps, the nervousness is persistent but it softens when Jake chuckles quietly. The silence that follows makes Bradley want to run, run from the vulnerability of that moment, run from the feelings surfacing after so long pushing it down. When he looks at Jake, he forgets it all.

They don't know who leaned in first, but then their lips touch and the blond swears he sees sparks behind his eyelids. It's reluctant at first, and they pull away. Jake's eyes barely open and the other curses under his breath. Then, it's Bradley who pushes further, his hands firmer on Jake, and he leans his head to the side, their lips moving more passionately. Jake’s hand roams down his chest, around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer as Bradley brings his hand up to rest around the back of his neck. They’re both breathless when they pull away the second time. Bradley’s eyes don’t immediately open, basking in the feeling of being held so close. Jake observes and can’t bring himself to say something teasing when he feels so out of it from the kiss alone, as well.

Jake leans in, pecking his lips over and over until he gets used to the idea that, yes, he is kissing Bradley Bradshaw at last. He wants to take it further, can’t really ignore the desire growing in him, and certainly can’t ignore that Bradley is half hard against his thigh that’s slotted between his legs. When he finally thinks he’s gained some sense back, he speaks softly.

- See that wasn’t so bad, was it? – Bradley rolls his eyes, but there’s no heat behind it. He licks his lips and gets lost in his own head doing so. He wants to kiss Jake again. And again. He wants to never stop doing it.

- You’re a menace.

- You seem to like that about me. – Unexpectedly, he pinches Jake waist in retaliation which makes him laugh heartily.

- Okay, now you decide what we’re gonna do, Bradshaw. – He lifts an eyebrow at Jake – I can take you back to the base, and we go into my room and continue this. Or we can pretend it didn’t happen and go back inside. - He responds by scoffing, and as a rush of confidence surges, he grinds his semi on Jake with purpose, satisfied when Jake’s breathing stutters.

- Don’t think I could pretend that wasn’t happening even if I wanted. – He can’t stop himself from doing it again, building a slow rhythm that distracts them both for another minute. Bradley buries his face into his neck, and Jake can’t help but groan at the feeling on his lips, and his ‘stache, on him. When his tongue starts lapping at a spot that makes him weak in the knees, he knows he has to stop them before they’re both unable to go inside to at least take care of their tabs.

- Bradley… Fuck. I’ll go take care of our tabs and we can go. Okay? – He’s brought back to reality when Jake gently removes himself from the embrace.

- What about-… I mean, the guys, … - He looks down when he starts speaking, self-conscious all of a sudden.

- I don’t have to tell them. We don’t have to say anything, if you don’t want me to. I’ll just say you weren’t feeling good and I’m driving you back with me. Yeah? – Bradley looks grateful, and Jake is surprised by how much he wants to help Bradley not feel so bad about whatever it is in his mind that’s making him retract into himself.

After a moment, Bradley nods and Jake comes closer again to peck him, Bradley melts into him once more and before he let’s go, Jake nips at his lip, igniting that fire in his stomach all over again. Jake turns to enter the bar, leaving Bradley slumping against the wall, red-faced, spit slick lips and shivering now that he is alone.

He has a full minute to realise what the fuck happened. He doesn’t regret it. Would do it (will do it) again in a heartbeat, though he can’t help but worry. What if someone saw them? What if they find it suspicious that Jake of all people if driving Bradley home? If this ends up being more than a one-time thing, how would they tell the team? What if they don’t accept him? He knows subconsciously that this is the part of him that holds onto deep-rooted beliefs, born from being in the Navy, no matter how much he knows how the team would very probably accept and support him, a nagging fear grips at him from being in a hyper-masculine environment for so long now. He stops that trail of thought right then. He’ll do tonight and see where it leads him.

Inside, Jake breathes in an attempt to control his excitement. He’s beside himself that he finally had Bradley for him. Can’t ignore the fluttery feeling in his belly rethinking all the moments that led up to this. He goes directly to the bar to take care of both their tabs. He passes by the pool table, trying to sound nonchalant when he announces that he’s driving Bradley home. Bob is the one who stops him.

- Is Rooster okay? – He sounds suspicious about the whole situation, but Jake tells himself that whatever he might be thinking, it’s unlikely that he actually got it right. To everyone in the team, Bradley and Jake are barely even friendly. Jake guesses that it’s what made Bob question him.

- Yeah, he just doesn’t wanna drive so I’ll take him. – Bobs squint his eyes at him with suspicion once again but seemingly lets it go.

- Well, text when you get there so I know you didn’t crash. Or murder each other. – He cocks an eyebrow at Hangman, and he thinks he might have had a couple beers, which is unusual for Bob, but so is the sass. He chuckles, nods and walks off.

When he walks out, he catches Bradley leaning back into the wall, watching the last rays of sun disappear.

- Okay, sweetheart, you ready to go? – Bradley grabs his arms to bring him closer, takes Jake’s face in his hands and kisses him, catching him by surprise. A pleasant shiver runs up his spine as Bradley takes control of the kiss and when they part ways he looks a little dazed.

- More than ready, let’s go.

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