#he is enjoying a juice box and living his best life

[lavendermunson]

can't help it if i wanna kiss you in the rain - steve harrington

summary based on this lovely anon! thank you for your request, I hope you like it.

tags best friends to lovers. mutual pinning. mentions of weed. Eddie been Eddie and Erica being Erica. season 4. mention of starcourt but nothing else related to the upside down happens. slight use of y/n, sorry. a little bit of angst and then pure fluff. if i missed anything please tell me.

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You are so upset.

You couldn’t fall asleep on the plane. They only had snacks with nuts on them. The juice boxes were gone.

You just want to avoid everyone, specifically Steve. 

He didn’t answer your letters for over two weeks, he stopped calling you every night to tell you all about his day and you… you were so upset you couldn’t enjoy the warm welcome your friends had prepared for you.

Life after the Starcourt incident wasn’t easy. Moving away from all the things, from all the people you love, it was destroying you. Jonathan found friends, Will and El do stuff without you all the time. You missed home, you missed your friends, your best friend.

The ride to Steve’s house is short, unfortunately. As Nancy gets out of the car to grab his boyfriend’s hand, Will, El, and Mike make sure to greet Dustin and Lucas at the door. Robin runs to you and hugs you, a warm big smile forms on your lips, she knows something is wrong from the moment your body stays still for a couple of seconds before hugging her back.

“You okay?” she asks, you can’t lie to her but you can’t rant about Steve and how upset you are because it would ruin everyone’s day. Half of the group came back all the way from California.

“I’m okay, Robs. Don’t worry” You take a step back, not dropping your hands from the sides of her arms and squeezing them. “You, young lady, you need to tell me all about Vickie”

She laughs, her cheeks light pink as the color of your skirt. You can’t stop a giggle from coming out of your lips, but as soon as you see him… your body goes stiff again and Robin rushes inside the house to get a drink before spilling everything about her crush.

But there he is. His gray almost blue polo shirt hugs his chest flawlessly. The last two buttons remain unbuttoned and the best friend chain you share with him shows up, resting on his hairy chest that moves up and down as he breathes. His hair, amazing as it is, has a life of itself and it’s beaming as well as his face. You are sure he is wearing the tightest jeans ever but you fight everything in yourself not to look down, as you fight with the same strength and keep your arms to yourself.

He whispers, "Hi" and locks his gaze on you, asking for a hug.

“Hey,” you say, not moving an inch and he finds it odd. Before you moved away you loved his hugs, his arms around you embracing you while your face rested on his chest, so close to his neck that your nose used to catch the scent of his cologne and a hint of cigarettes. Your hips will bump with his and- NO, STOP STOP.

“Are you okay? You look-”

He tries to speak with the same calm as always but it’s impossible. He feels something is different and he can’t wrap his head around it. You interrupt him, bumping your shoulder into his arm and running upstairs mumbling the dumbest excuse ever. 

“I- I need to, uhm, go to the bathroom” 

Steve doesn’t say anything. He figures you need some space or you are tired from the flight. He reunites with the others in the kitchen and gets introduced to Argyle who is talking to Eddie about something. 

He watches you come back, you are holding your best friend's necklace with your fingers, you usually do that when you are nervous. Steve's eyes focus on you and you turn around, going straight to the living room where the others are. Panic settles over his chest and no one seems to notice. 

Eddie is quick to hit his shoulder slightly with his palm and nods to the living room, telling Steve to join the others.

–

The living room is filled with voices and chuckles. You talk to everyone about your new school, your new house. Everyone pays attention to all the California Shenanigans.

Steve is focused on you, with a frown on his face and yes, you’ve noticed. It took you possibly five minutes to feel his confused gaze over you, but you decided to ignore it. You ignore him as he ignored you when you were away. You keep talking to Erica about her winning the campaign and Eddie joins the conversation making Steve… jealous.

“Guys! Guys. You all talk like you haven’t seen each other in ten years, I get it, but I still need to meet the rest of you!” A high Argyle speaks up, earning everyone’s attention “Can we just have a quick chat?”

“There is something we have to do outside, but you guys chat!” Dustin says as every single one of the kids follows him except Erica.

“Erica, let the grown-ups talk”

A choir of “boos” and “we are not that old” makes Lucas jump, he rolls his eyes and goes out joining his friends in the backyard.

“What? They are going to do a nerdy thing I'm not interested in” Erica replies, looking at everyone in the room.

“Erica, you play dragons and… what is it? castles?” Argyle says.

“Dungeons and dragons, man!” Eddie corrects him and hits him with his elbow. They quickly became friends and it’s hilarious to see them interact.

“You guys are soooo high,” you say. Eddie, who remains by your side, quickly bumps his knuckle softly against your chin, earning a giggle from you.

“What? Do you want a joint, sweetheart? He teases, and you roll your eyes.

“She’s not into that” Steve scoffs, peeking at the interaction that has his head hurting for quite a while now.

“What? She totally is. Bro, remember that time when you got so high you poured your milkshake on Jonathan and Ms. Byers thought he threw up on himself?” Argyle’s confession takes you by surprise, Jonathan laughs remembering and describing the incident to everyone. 

The room fills with chuckles one more time. Steve feels a knot in his throat and you try to keep your face away from him.

“I had to tell my mom she tripped, it was a fun day actually,” the older Byers says.

“That reminds me, one time Steve had a date and I accidentally spilled my jar of fresh cherry jam on him. He spent the rest of the shift with his legs wrapped in a towel while his jeans were drying up!” Robin tells the funny story and that’s when you look at Steve. 

Your mind starts wandering. He had a date, maybe he had a girlfriend already and that’s why he was so busy.

“Was that the same girl I saw you with at the movie theater?” Nancy asks.

“Nope, that was Heather and the other one was Heidi” Robin answers, Steve looks away from you, embarrassed. 

Jealousy starts to get its way through your head. Your breath quickens and you start to get more furious.

“And what happened with Linda?” Nancy asks again.

“Can you guys just drop it?” Steve starts to get annoyed. “We just kissed, that is all”

“Fuck this” you mumble, the only one hearing you is Eddie.

“Woah, are you okay? Eddie notices your face, red with anger and your eyes glassy.

“Can everyone just stop asking if I’m fucking okay?”

Your voice shakes and you storm out of the room. The rest watches you go and Steve panics, but doesn’t move.

“Are you stupid?” Erica speaks, making Steve wake up as she is talking to him.

“What?”

“Oh please, you love that girl and you idiots had to mention all of his dates. She is clearly jealous, even I can see it”

“Erica!” Steve raises his voice but she doesn’t get upset.

“Just the facts! Don’t be a moron Steve”

And that’s what it took. An 11-year-old shit-talking to Steve for him to realize he had to fix this.

He gets up and before he opens the door, Robin grabs his hand stopping him.

“Don’t- don’t lie to her and do not try to push her away” She squeezes his hand before dropping it. “You’ve been miserable without her, don’t make another mistake"

Steve nods, opening the door, and walks to the street to find you, you are walking as quickly as possible but the cold rain slows you down as you hug yourself and walk.

Alone. Annoyed. Jealous. Furious.

“Y/n! Please come back”

An agitated voice makes your ears ring. It’s him, his voice was so recognizable that it was impossible to ignore it. You turn around, making an effort to not run toward him and cry for him, begging him to love you.

You’ve never cried over a boy because you’ve always been in love with your best friend, Steve.

“Please just listen” he begs, the rain starts to calm down as if the sky knows something is about to happen.

“What do you want?”

“I want to talk to you! You have been avoiding me all day and it’s making me crazy. I’m sorry you had to hear all of that” he slurs his words as he tries to ease his breath.

"Are you only apologizing for having dates?"

“No, no. I know ignoring you was wrong, I know trying to push you away was so shitty of me”

You keep your arms crossed against your chest. You keep shivering from the cold of the rain. Your clothes are all soaked and sticky.

“And?”

“And? I’m sorry, I'm sorry. But you didn’t have to act like such a jerk to me, not when I haven't seen you for so long. You know you can talk to me!”

“It’s all good, I wish you would talk to me too but it's too late. Bye now"

“Wait, wait”

“What do you want, Steve?” you shake your head. “Please, enlighten me. What is it? I want to go home. I want to get out of these clothes and curl up in my bed. Just leave me alone alright”

“You are unbelievable”

“What?”

“You know the phone works both ways right?”

“I didn’t need the phone. I sent you a bunch of letters you didn’t read. Sorry to bother you with all of that you couldn’t even open one”

“I read all of them. I'm sorry i didn't reply to them... but now I know you are hiding a lot of things. Tell me, was one of your letters going to mention you smoke weed and hang around god-knows-where while you are high?”

“Oh my god, Steve. That was one time” you sigh. You couldn’t believe he was telling you all of this as if you did something wrong “You were the one ignoring me, remember? Being too busy with girls you couldn’t pick up the phone, what were you doing, Steve? 

“They were just dates, nothing happened! I would’ve told you if… I don’t know”

“Well, I had a date too,” you say. It’s not a lie, you did have a date with some guy named Dave, it didn’t go well because let’s be honest he wasn’t Steve. “And I would’ve told you too but it looked like you didn't care”

“You had a date? So you have a boyfriend now or what?” he asks, his fists clenching. His knuckles are white, and his face glows red.

“Why are you getting so upset about it?” you notice a shift in his voice, he looks too angry for some weird reason.

“You have a boyfriend”

“I don’t have a boyfriend. And if I had one, why do you care? You are the one going on hundreds of dates” A laugh comes out of your lips, but your heart is aching.

“Because the dates were a distraction! A distraction that didn't work because no one is... no one is as perfect and beautiful as you, and it kills me, you know?” 

You get confused, he starts to get closer. Your tears start to mix with the drops of rain, your sight becomes blurry.

“I like you! Fuck, I love you!” he speaks, defeated and with a hand over his chest, right over his heart. “I have loved you since I met you, I’m sorry I was such a jerk for hiding it but I thought you deserved someone so much better than me and I didn’t-” 

He gets cut off by your lips on his. It was everything he needed, he is everything you wanted. The kiss is short but it’s filled with all the pent-up emotions, all the years of waiting, all the lingering hugs and him “casually” always keeping a hand over you.

His lips are soft, he gets a taste of your strawberry chapstick and smiles over your bottom lip. You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your bodies together.

“I like… I love you too, Steve” you say, his eyes focused on your lips as his hands rest on your waist. “I was hiding it too, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry we had to fight and, I-”

“It’s fine” he whispers, the drops of rain make his hair fall to his forehead, you are quick to brush it away from his face with your fingers, and he doesn’t mind.

“It’s not, we could’ve sorted this out sooner but I was scared– scared that if I told you, you were going to reject me”

“I thought you were going to reject me. Dreaming about you with me every night was better than thinking about losing you, so I was hiding it” he brushes his nose against yours. “But I don't have to hide it anymore. I love you. You love me. God, please tell me you are not joking”

“I’m not joking, Stevie. I love you”

His favorite nickname makes an appearance, he smiles as it’s been a long time since he hasn't heard it.

 “I love you too, baby”

The new pet name makes your heart flutter and he wants to kiss you again, but the rain doesn’t seem to stop and you are both shivering.

“Let’s get in before you catch a cold,” he says, taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. You walk with him back to his house, your body immediately feels calmer as you get closer to him and hug him. 

“I missed you”

“I missed you too, don’t you dare think i’m letting you leave my house today”

“Wasn’t planning on it”

He grins, you giggle. The girl of his dreams is finally with him, nothing could ruin his mood since that day.

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[physalian]

10 More Character Types the World Needs More of

Part 1 was specifically character dynamics, but I’m considering this a sequel anyway.

1. Fiercely independent character’s lesson isn’t to “trust people”

I’m not projecting. You’re projecting. There is a divide wide enough to fit the Grand Canyon between “trusting that someone isn’t lying” and “trusting someone to follow through on a promise”. Most dumpster fire attempts at these characters (almost exclusively women) rely solely on mocking them for the former because “not all men” or something.

Being consistently let down in life makes you hesitant to a) gain friends, b) pursue romantic interests, c) maintain familial relationships, d) get excited about any event that demands participation from someone who isn’t you. None of this is simply a bad attitude—it’s a trauma response. There is no lesson to be learned, and not even exposure therapy can help because it’s a real, legitimate, and common stunt people pull, whether they mean it or not.

So write one of these characters and legitimize their fears, give them someone who proves the exception to the rule, but do not let the lesson be “well they just haven’t found the right person yet”. Even the “right person” can let them down. It's about not becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy by sabotaging a good thing to prove it will inevitably go bad.

2. Conventionally attractive men who aren’t horndogs

I’m going to find every way I can to tell you to write more aces. This is to fight the stigma that attractive people must be attracted to people. Give me gorgeous aces and demi’s, men, women, enbys and everyone in between, who put a crap ton of effort into looking their best, and yet happen to not have a very loud libido. They look good for themselves, and not to impress anyone else.

Give me someone who could have anyone they wanted, gender regardless, and just simply has no interest. Or, they do actually have a significant other, but sex, how hot their partner is, or how horny they are, isn’t their internal monologue. I don’t even care if it’s unrealistic, it’s annoying to read.

And, you know, giving men male characters who aren’t thinking about sex all the time can be good, right? Right?

3. Manly warrior men who also write poetry

A.K.A Aragorn, Son of Arathorn. Just give me more Aragorns, period. This dude is either covered in filth, blood, guts, and the last 30 miles of rugged terrain, or singing in Elvish at his own coronation while pink flower petals fall. A man can be both, and still be straight.

A man can also drink Respect Women juice, you know? He ticks off all the boxes—he’s gentle when he needs to be, not afraid to hide his emotions, kind to those who are vulnerable and afraid and need a strong figure to look up to, resolute in his beliefs, skilled and knowledgeable in his abilities without being arrogant or smug, and the first boots on the battlefield, leading from the front.

4. Characters who are characters when no one is watching

This is less a specific type and more a scene that doesn’t get written enough. This whole point comes from Pixar’s Cars. I. Love. This. Movie. It’s not Pixar’s best, for sure, but this is my comfort movie. The best scene, one that’s so unique, is when Doc (aged living legend) thinks he’s alone when he rolls out onto the dirt race track and comes alive tearing around the oval.

This character’s unbridled, unabashed glee and euphoria at proving to himself that he’s still got it, when he’s completely unaware of his audience, is perfection. Not enough credence is given to characters to just… enjoy being themselves. He’s not doing it to prepare for the climactic race, he’s not doing it for the plot, he’s doing it just to do it, not even to prove Lightning wrong—just for himself.

Give your characters a “Doc Racing” scene. Whatever their skill is. Maybe they’re a dancer, a skater, a swimmer, a painter, sprinter. Just let your character love being alive.

5. Characters whose neurodivergence isn't “cute”

A.K.A. Lilo Pelekai from Lilo and Stitch. Really, her relationship with Nani is peak sibling writing. But Lilo herself is just so realistic with how she interacts with the world, how she interprets her relationships with her so-called friends, how she organizes her thoughts and rationalizes what she can’t quite understand, and how friggen smart she is for an… 11-year-old?

But she’s not “cute”. As in, she wasn’t written by generic Suits who were trying to cash in on the ND crowd by writing what they think will sell, but also making her juuust neurotypical enough to still be palatable by the rest of the audience. Lilo’s earnestness is what endears her to everybody. But also, she doesn’t get a free pass for her behavior, either. Her “friends” aren’t forced to accommodate her and Nani isn’t written as the cold-hearted villain for trying to discipline her.

6. Straight male characters with female friends

Am I double-dipping a bit here? Yes. While I completely understand how tempting it can be, this type of character is in dire need of exposure and representation to prove it’s possible. No weird tense moments, no double-glances when she isn’t looking, no contemplations about cheating on his girlfriend (and no insecure jealous girlfriend either). Just two characters who enjoy each other’s company and are able to coexist in a space and be in each other’s spaces without hormones getting in the way. Peak example? Po and Tigress from Kung Fu Panda.

Let these two rely on each other for emotional strength in times of need, let them share inside jokes, let them have a night alone together at a bar, at home, cooking dinner, getting takeout, talking on the patio in a porch swing… with zero “will they/won’t they.”

7. The likable bigot

I’m actually on the fence with this one but it’s something I also don’t see done often enough and I’m adding it for one reason: Bigots aren’t always obvious mustache-twirling villains and the little things they do might seem inconsequential to them, but are still hurtful. So showing these characters is like plopping a mirror down in front of these people and, I don’t know, maybe something will click. They don’t have to be MAGAs to be dangerous, and only writing the extremes convinces the moderates that they aren’t also the problem.

Example: I have a “friend” who recently said something along the lines of “I have lots of gay friends” followed up shortly by “I don’t think this country should keep gay marriage because it’s a slippery slope to legalizing pedophilia.” You know. The quiet part being that she *actually* thinks being gay is as morally abhorrent as being a pedo. But she totally has lots of gay friends. Including one who was driving her during that conversation. (It’s me. Hi. I’m apparently the problem, it’s me.)

She’s absolutely homophobic, but the second she stops announcing it, she’s a very bubbly person. She’s a ~likable~ bigot and thus thinks she can distance herself from the more violent ones.

8. The motherly single father

I say “motherly” merely as shorthand for the vibe I’m going for here. “Motherly” as in dads who aren’t scandalized by the growing pains of their daughters, and who don’t just parent their sons by saying “man up boys don’t cry”. Dads who play Barbie with their kids of either gender. Dads who go to the PTA meetings with all the other Karens and know as much if not more than they do about the school and their kids’ education.

Dads who comfort their crying kids, especially their sons. Dads that take interest in “feminine” activities like learning how to braid their daughter’s hair, learning different makeup brands, going on nail salon trips together. Dads who do not pull out the rifle on their daughter’s new boyfriend and treat her like property. Dads who have guy friends that don’t mock him and call him gay. Dad who does all this stuff anyway and is *actually* gay, too, but the emphasis is on overly sensitive straight men’s masculinity here.

Wholesome dads: a shocking amount of single-parents to female anime protagonists.

9. The parent isn’t dead, they’re just gone

Treasure Planet is an awesome movie in its own right, but what’s even better? This is a Disney movie where the parent isn’t dead, he’s just a deadbeat who abandoned his son and isn’t at all relevant to the plot beyond the hole he left behind for Jim to fill. The only deadbeat dads Disney allows are villains and those guys are very vigorously chasing an aspiration, that aspiration just doesn’t include quality fatherhood. Or motherhood. Disney has yet to write a deadbeat mom, I’m almost certain.

I just wrote a post about the necessity of the “dead parent” cliche, but what is perhaps more relatable because it’s more common, and what earns even more sympathy and underdog points for the protagonist? The hero with the parent who left. Then there’s a whole extra layer of angst and trauma available when your hero can now plague themselves with the question of if the parent leaving is their fault. Death is usually an accident. Choosing to abandon your kid is on purpose.

10. Victim who isn’t victim-blamed or told by their friends (and the narrative) to forgive their abuser

Izuku Midoriya lost so much support from me the moment he told his friend, bearing the consequences of domestic violence across half his face, that Midoriya thinks he’ll be ready soon to forgive his abomination of a father. I am firmly in the “Endeavor is a despicable human and hero” camp and no I’m not taking criticism. I audibly gasped when I heard this line and realized Deku was serious. Todoroki needs friends like the Gaang to remind him that he's allowed to hate the man who's actions caused the burn scar across his f*cking face.

I understand that the mangaka apparently didn’t anticipate the vitriolic backlash toward Endeavor during his debut and reveal of his parenting tactics but the tone-deafness of telling a fifteen year old with crippling emotional management issues and a horrible home life that his abusive dad in any way deserves and is entitled to forgiveness on the grounds of being related is disgusting.

Take it back further to a more famous Tumblr dad: John Winchester. Another despicable human who got retroactively forgiven by his sons after his death in a “he wasn’t so bad, he really did try” campaign. It’s one thing if the character believes it, it’s a whole different matter if the narrative is also pushing this message.

Katara is a perfect example: She lets go of her grudge for her own peace of mind and stops blaming Zuko for something he had no hand in, stops blaming him simply because he’s a firebender and he’s around to be her punching bag. She doesn’t forgive the man who killed her mother, because that man doesn’t deserve her forgiveness. Katara heals in spite of him, not because of him, and had she let him off the hook, she would have gotten an apology for getting caught, not for what he did (which is exactly what happened).

[because-she-goes]

a frank sinatra morning: part 2

warnings: none, just fluffy domestic matty & nora. Enjoy!

He awakens to the blanket being pulled away from him. He turns in the direction of the disturbance and sees the vision before him. His beloved enrobed in a comforter warmly, breathing calmly, hair sprawled across the pillow, skin looking deliciously soft, hands wrapped around each other as if she is trying to hold onto this peace as best as she can.

His eyes well up and heart soars. He can’t believe she is his, for life, for eternity. Until death do they part. He quickly takes a swig of the cold water on the side table to ensure he isn’t dreaming and she isn’t a figment of his imagination. Water slides down his throat and some out of the corners of his mouth as he gulps.

He certainly won’t be able to go back to bed now. Not now that he can no longer wait to spend the rest of his waking moments with her at his side. He remembers her going to bed around 2am last night, spending the whole evening at their dining table in front her laptop downing mugs of coffee over some work materials she had to have ready by Monday. He remembers her picking at her cuticles, biting her lips, pacing back and forth in their kitchen when she would hit a mental block. He also remembers a first date where she said she loves American breakfasts. Bacon, pancakes the whole lot.

He jumps out of bed, now with motivation to start his day off at a bright and early 7am. He throws a comb across his curls, slaps a squirt of gel in them, brushes his teeth with the minty toothpaste she bought him from the shop last week, tosses on his slippers and a robe and makes a beeline for the living room like a kid on Christmas.

He places her favorite Frank Sinatra record on the record player, grabs some boxed mix for the pancakes since he made them too floury last time and gets out the pack of bacon from their fridge. He starts frying the bacon, being extra careful to not burn it. Grabbing a bowl, he makes the pancake mix and plops it into silver dollar size shapes on the hot pan.

Feeling satisfied with himself, he sets up some orange juice, utensils, glasses and coffee by the table. Checking the pancakes once more, he starts slowly singing the Frank song to himself - careful not to wake the sleeping beauty above him.

“I’d sacrifice anything, come what might for the sake of having you near.” He croons to himself.

Pulling the bacon off the pan and plating it with a little maple syrup, he begins swaying to the band’s melody. He delicately places the pancakes on the dish he set out that has one of her paintings glazed onto it. His favorite in their collection.

He feels eyes on his back and relaxes when he smells her sweet vanilla and coffee perfume come near him.

“Morning, my sunflower.” He quietly states in awe of the vision. Her green orbs sweetly staying locked onto his brown ones. Her hair an absolute state. His long sleeve adorably swamping her figure, but still revealing her 12 tattoo on her thigh. His matching one on his chest, right above his heart which feels like it is going a mile a minute. Unfreezing from her trance, he remembers the food.

“Made some breakfast for you, didnt want to wake ya since youve been stressed with work lately.” He quickly adds in hopes that she will appreciate his sweet gesture.

It is music to her ears, the Sinatra record now fading to a halt. She smiles, eyes pooling at his constant attention to her.

“Hungry?” he asks delicately, hopefully.

He just wants a nice, peaceful morning with his girl. He just wants this moment to last a lifetime. Them. In their kitchen. In their home.

“Starving, actually!” she states in delight at her kind, wonderful, thoughtful love. She bolts towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Kissing him on every square inch of his face.

“Well, then lets eat, My dear. Been up hours waiting for you.” He truthfully finishes before they work their way to the food and sit peacefully enjoying their morning. She babbles on about wanting to go to the farmer’s market, maybe the movies later. All he can think to himself is that when she speaks, it sounds like singing.

He nods, agreeing to their plans and continues to lovingly admire the love of his life.

[promptthebear]

Hi sorry, I don’t rlly know how to request but I hope this makes a bit sense > _ < 👍

🧺Arthur Fleck Joker - Something about Easter, what they would do and would they do hide and seek? Idk surprise us! :3 🙌

Happy Easter too! ✨ 🪺

💐Celebrating Easter with Arthur Fleck 💐

CW: Child abuse, parental neglect, food insecurity.

First off, I can’t imagine that Arthur really celebrated a lot of holidays growing up.

He probably had the typical crafts and class parties at school, which he enjoyed very much, but what would happen at home was kind of a toss up.

If Penny was lucid, and they had the money, I can see her being the type to go all out. Most food bank programs offer special meals or food related to those meals around the holidays. Penny would absolutely take full advantage of that, and do either a turkey or ham dinner with all the fixings.

Arthur remembers these moments fondly, sitting on the couch with a full belly and maybe watching a church service or something on TV while he and his Mom decorate eggs. Having food for days after between the dinner leftovers and the eggs, which for Arthur meant eating like a king at least for awhile.

However, if Penny was having an episode or worse if they were staying with one of her so called “boyfriends?”

Well, in those cases Arthur was lucky if the day passed without ceremony like any other.

Depending on the conditions of their place, Easter could mean he got one less beating on account of the holiday and the closest thing he’d get to dinner was dry crackers and a juice box that he managed to scrounge up from the cupboards, if that.

Arthur doesn’t like thinking about those times too much. It’s just another reminder of all the happiness he missed out on and is desperately trying to bring back into his life.

After meeting and having a relationship with you, he’d probably mention all of this at one point or another when the holidays start coming around.

Even if he’s still living with Penny, or if you have your own place, you’d probably go all out to compensate for his childhood.

You’d probably go as far as to plan an itinerary and a menu, which both confuses and delights Arthur.

Him??? You’re really doing all this for him??? But it’s too much trouble, too much work, at least let him help with the-

Shush baby boy, just relax and let your partner spoil you.

First on the agenda? Special Easter breakfast.

Whether you stay over from Saturday or come early Sunday morning, Arthur is woken up by the smell of pancakes and bacon.

As far as I’m concerned, Easter breakfast is almost as important as Christmas. Especially if you come from a Catholic family and were fasting for lent like mine did sometimes.

Arthur isn’t even off of his sofa bed before you’re putting a heaping plate in his lap.

For a moment, he’d be too stunned to speak. You’d really outdone yourself.

First off, there’s a whole pile of bacon, still steaming hot and cooked to a crisp just how he likes.

“You eat every bite of that, or else.”

It’s not a real threat because you give him a gentle poke in the ribs when you say it. Arthur knows you’re doing it because you care and want him to have a decent meal for once.

Next are the pancakes. Oh my god, the pancakes.

These aren’t your garden variety, maple syrup and butter kind of pancakes.

Like yes, you’ve included those things, but also you’ve gone the extra mile and added in fresh fruit and chocolate chips and even tried to make some into fun shapes.

There’s an “A” shaped one, as well as a bunny with a blueberry eyes and a strawberry nose, and best of all, a clown with banana slice and chocolate chip eyes, a raspberry nose, jam mouth and whipped cream hair.

They’re so pretty Arthur almost doesn’t want to eat them, but does in the end because he doesn’t want you to feel like he doesn’t appreciate it.

Of course, know you’re getting a kiss between each and every bite.

It’s while he’s eating that Arthur also notices the colourful eggs that are stashed around the apartment. He’d look over at you, eyes sparkling with delight and give you a big grin.

“Are we gonna do an egg hunt???”

He can’t remember the last time he’s done an egg hunt, if ever. Even on the good Easters, usually all they did was dye some eggs to eat later since Penny was usually too sick or didn’t have the extra money to commit to an egg hunt.

You’d smile back, and lean down to give Arthur a kiss on the forehead. “Mmm-hmmm, though don’t get too excited. There’s no chocolate in these ones but they’ll lead you to your next surprise”

It’s all Arthur can to do wolf down the last off his food before he’s off like a shot, tearing around the apartment like he’s setting an Olympic record for egg finding.

You love seeing him like this and the way the childlike wonder takes years off his expression and posture. This is Arthur at his most authentic and you want to cherish every second.

You tried to be as creative as possible when hiding the eggs, even in such a small place. There’s six of them in total and Arthur finds them all in about twenty minutes.

Like you said, the eggs don’t contain chocolate but instead are plastic shells that pop open with something inside.

Arthur would spread the contents out on the coffee table and discover that it’s basically a picture puzzle with the pieces cut into horizontal strips.

Immediately, he’s all business. He’d hunch over the coffee table and light a cigarette, his expression one of intense focus.

When you try to help or give him hints, he waves you off, determined to solve this by himself and make the most of your hard work.

So of course, you oblige him. If you’re in the apartment he shares with Penny you’d probably check in on her and make sure she has something to eat, explaining that you and Arthur will be going out for the day.

If it’s a place you and Arthur share by yourselves, then you’d start cleaning up the dishes and the kitchen while he works at the puzzle.

For once the two of you have the chance to bask in peaceful, domestic silence. While you’re excited to do all the activities you planned with Arthur, you know this is what the holidays are really about. Having these quiet moments together where you can just take it slow and not worry about what’s coming next or where you need to be.

You’d just be putting the last of the dishes away when there’s an excited cry from the living room.

You’d poke your head in through the kitchen door to find Arthur, grinning triumphantly around his cigarette with the completed puzzle on the coffee table.

The picture it makes is of Gotham Central Park, specifically the front entrance.

You’d come over to Arthur and lean down to give him another kiss on the forehead.

“Good job babe, you did that so fast! How’d I get lucky enough to get someone who’s handsome and smart?”

Arthur would sit on the couch for a moment, eyes closed and basking in the praise like a cat in a sunbeam.

When he opens his eyes a few seconds later, he’d stub out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray and ask “Are we going right now?”

The way he says it is like a kid asking about Disney world, a little breathless and like he can’t quite bring himself to believe it.

That breaks your heart a little, in spite of the glow in the pit of your stomach.

It’s just a trip to the park. You’ve done it a million times or more with your family over the years, but once again this gives you a glimpse of the kind of life Arthur has had until you came along. Things haven’t been easy for him, and so he takes nothing good for granted, no matter how small.

You’d smile at Arthur and reach down to caress the side of his face with your hand

“Yeah, if you get ready in the next fifteen minutes we could probably make the 9:30 train”

Arthur would all but leap off the couch, grinning wide and with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Before you can react, he’s scooped you up into a massive bear hug that lifts your feet clean off the floor.

He’s squeezing you so tight it hurts a little, but you don’t mind. You squeeze back just as hard.

“Thank you so much for doing this” he’d murmur in your ear “I love you so much”

He’d punctuate that statement with a long, deep kiss where he almost leans you into a dip. He’d taste like smoke with a hint of maple syrup, which makes the warmth in your gut blossom and spread in a pleasant tingle across your body.

When the kiss breaks off you’re flushed, panting and unable to say anything more than a half mumbled “you’re welcome”

[shardofhope-fanfic]

A celebration of life for a very special rat.

Juice Box, May 2021 to April 5th, 2023

I knew that neither of them would be around very long. I was told time and time again that they only lived 2 years or so, 3 if you were lucky and 4 if you had an immortal on your hands. I thought I would have been ready for it, when the time came. I had seen people and pets pass before. I was wrong.

I'm not going to talk about his sudden failing weight. I'm not going to talk about him shrinking compared to his brother. I'm not going to talk about the medications and special diet I used to try and ween him back to health. I'm not going to talk about the half a dozen vet visits I took him to in two months, trying to buy him comfort and health for as long as I could. And I'm not going to talk about the gradual recovery, only for a steep decline to suddenly take him within 36 hours. That's not what this was about. This is a celebration, a show of love to the little gremlin that improved my life tremendously even while causing me problems. The best I can give him now is a digital memory that will, luck serving, even outlive me. An extension of existence that only I can provide. A digital rat ghost, and a way to show off my best boy to the world, one last time.

I had bought them on a whim. I was working nights, my mental health was at its worst, and like all fools, I decided on a bit of retail therapy. I have no idea how I landed on a rat breeder site, but it went downhill from there.

I drove for 3 hours after a 12 hour shift to pick these two goones, Juice box and Jimmothy from the breeder. Those are the names I gave them because at that point I was delirious from caffeine and excitement, so named them the best I could

I had no idea what I was getting into whatsoever. You look at that adorable, photogenic man and tell me you expected trouble! But he was. Although not as brash and indipendet as his brother, he was a escape artist through and through. He was the one that first broke out of the cage when I wasn't looking. I found him 10 min later, watching me from the trash can.

And then under the dresser

And later, on the bed after breaking into the snacks.

I would later have to modify the cage to keep him and his brother from escaping. What I learned first is that rats were smarter than you would give them credit for. They would engineer escapes if they caught me slacking, pull things through the bars of the cage, the works.

But what I learned about my pocket puppies was a diffrence of personality. Jimmothy was, and still is, a tank of a rat. Even at two years old, he fights off my younger rat Jeepers with ease. The man is nearly 500 grams but according to the vet is "Healthy as a old man could possiably be, if a bit fat." Hes always had a personality to match. A rowdy, demanding rat with an independence streak a mile long Juice box turned out to be a god-damned goofball.

Jimmothy, if given the ability, would mug you for cheese. Juice box? oh he would just share it and try to be your friend. There wasn;t a brain cell rattling around in that head that wasn't dedicated to friendship. So he was a goofy, dumb little goblin.

Unlike his brother, he would sometimes come up and just flop in your lap, or hang out on your shoulder like a fuzzy parrot. He didn't pretend he didn't want your love like his prideful brother.. He had no pride, only love in his little heart.

He of course, cuddled most with his brother, something he grudgingly went along with. he was the runt after all, and like the little brat he was he got what he wanted. But that didn;t mean he shunned human company completely.

He would let me pose him for these silly little photos as well, but I didn't just use him for my own artistic desires, I enjoyed some smuggle time as well.

not to mention he would groom me constantly. At first I thought it was just something tastey on my hands. I would not assume love out of this simple act. But after some tests, washing my hands with non sented soaps, and even showering, he still groomed me. A simple act that showed me how much he cared, in his own little air headed way. I find it funny that I have so few picures of this act, despite the fact he would do it for half a hour if allowed. I guess I was too busy enjoying the moment.

That's not to say his brother didn't love me, Juice was just more willing to show it. Jimmothy had his ways but he was much like a cat in that respect. I was also his second fav. His love for his brother was unmatched, even when he was being a bit of a bully.

They would fuck with each other constantly, steal food from each other constantly, and play wrestle. Pretty much brothers through and through. Little shitheads that they were

But although his brother hadn't aged a day, Jimmothy began to slow down. I won't torment you with that slow painful process. But what I will share with you is a small ray of sunshine. A small, warm moment, from me to you. And a comfort most other rat owners needed to hear.

As he got older and started to slow down, he grew more gentle and more attached. he would run to me during their playtime and cuddle into me. He would bury his little face into my shirt. He would even hide under my shirt. The little scamp was most likely getting away for his more energetic younger brother. But then he started getting sick.

And all he did was seek time with me. He would, even wobbly and ill as he was, clamber up to the cage when opened and try to climb up my arm. He would fight me when I went to put him back in the cage, weakly, but still. I thought at the time he was seeking comfort and quiet with me, while the other two healthy rats ran rampant. Now, I'm half convinced he did it for me too. I had thought them animals, smart, but animals none the less. I am convinced he knew his time was coming far before me, as I stubbornly fought to keep the reaper at bay for a few months more. But he sought me out for comfort, to be held, every single time, even when he could barely move he strive to climb up my shoulder or fall asleep in my arms. He felt safe. He trusted me when he must have been scared

The last week he spent alive was spent close to me. He didn't want to wander so I would keep him at my desk, so he would be close. He had put on weight that week, and had been eating pretty well and responding to antibiotics. But on his last day on this earth, he refused to eat but would bury himself in my warmth whenever he could. I remember watching shitty youtube videos while petting him the entire morning, a day I had had off for once in a long time. I was showered from the gym and in fresh clothes. I put him down in his pet bed, tucked him in, and got a little writing done. And then he was gone. It's the only comfort I had, really, that I was with him when he died. That although I wasn't holding him, he didn't feel alone, he didn't feel scared. Rats tend to go out loud, screaming and fighting. Juice box passed so quietly that I only noticed when I picked him up and he was cold. I am sure, that he knew he was loved. All your rats know that you love them. Take some comfort in that although their lives were short, you were their entire world.

[64yrsold]

Part Two: A Frank Sinatra Morning

He awakens to the blanket being pulled away from him. He turns in the direction of the disturbance and sees the vision before him. His beloved enrobed in a comforter warmly, breathing calmly, hair sprawled across the pillow, skin looking deliciously soft, hands wrapped around each other as if she is trying to hold onto this peace as best as she can.

His eyes well up and heart soars. He can’t believe she is his, for life, for eternity. Until death do they part. He quickly takes a swig of the cold water on the side table to ensure he isn’t dreaming and she isn’t a figment of his imagination. Water slides down his throat and some out of the corners of his mouth as he gulps.

He certainly won’t be able to go back to bed now. Not now that he can no longer wait to spend the rest of his waking moments with her at his side. He remembers her going to bed around 2am last night, spending the whole evening at their dining table in front her laptop downing mugs of coffee over some work materials she had to have ready by Monday. He remembers her picking at her cuticles, biting her lips, pacing back and forth in their kitchen when she would hit a mental block. He also remembers a first date where she said she loves American breakfasts. Bacon, pancakes the whole lot.

He jumps out of bed, now with motivation to start his day off at a bright and early 7am. He throws a comb across his curls, slaps a squirt of gel in them, brushes his teeth with the minty toothpaste she bought him from the shop last week, tosses on his slippers and a robe and makes a beeline for the living room like a kid on Christmas.

He places her favorite Frank Sinatra record on the record player, grabs some boxed mix for the pancakes since he made them too floury last time and gets out the pack of bacon from their fridge. He starts frying the bacon, being extra careful to not burn it. Grabbing a bowl, he makes the pancake mix and plops it into silver dollar size shapes on the hot pan.

Feeling satisfied with himself, he sets up some orange juice, utensils, glasses and coffee by the table. Checking the pancakes once more, he starts slowly singing the Frank song to himself - careful not to wake the sleeping beauty above him.

“I’d sacrifice anything, come what might for the sake of having you near.” He croons to himself.

Pulling the bacon off the pan and plating it with a little maple syrup, he begins swaying to the band’s melody. He delicately places the pancakes on the dish he set out that has one of her paintings glazed onto it. His favorite in their collection.

He feels eyes on his back and relaxes when he smells her sweet vanilla and coffee perfume come near him.

“Morning, my sunflower.” He quietly states in awe of the vision. Her green orbs sweetly staying locked onto his brown ones. Her hair an absolute state. His long sleeve adorably swamping her figure, but still revealing her 12 tattoo on her thigh. His matching one on his chest, right above his heart which feels like it is going a mile a minute. Unfreezing fromher trance, he remembers the food.

“Made some breakfast for you, didnt want to wake ya since youve been stressed with work lately.” He quickly adds in hopes that she will appreciate his sweet gesture.

It is music to her ears, the Sinatra record now fading to a halt. She smiles, eyes pooling at his constant attention to her.

“Hungry?” he asks delicately, hopefully.

He just wants a nice, peaceful morning with his girl. He just wants this moment to last a lifetime. Them. In their kitchen. In their home.

“Starving, actually!” she states in delight at her kind, wonderful, thoughtful love. She bolts towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Kissing him on every square inch of his face.

“Well, then lets eat, My dear. Been up hours waiting for you.” He truthfully finishes before they work their way to the food and sit peacefully enjoying their morning. She babbles on about wanting to go to the farmer’s market, maybe the movies later. All he can think to himself is that when she speaks, it sounds like singing.

He nods, agreeing to their plans and continues to lovingly admire the love of his life.

been up hours waiting for you 😭😭😭😭 these are so wholesome :,,)

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May i request a one shot for Soulmate Levi college au in Paris ?

Reader is an art student (or whatever you think would fit the best )while Levi is in music course and is a very talented pianist, they meet by accident and find out about their bound as soulmates .

Something fluffy cuz Levi deserves love ❤️

Thanks :)

Absolutely he does!! AHH, I love Soulmates!! My version is a little different but if you want it changed to your idea, let me know! I had so much fun writing this but I apologize for the wait! Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!!!

Levi Ackerman x Y/n: Pastels and Pianos

Trigger Warning: Minor mention of Y/n's parents being nonexistent during a flashback. Please keep that in mind while you read.

Boxes scattered the room as you stood by the window. Setting up for your first year of college in Paris! You never thought that your paintbrush and creative mind would get you here, yet here you stood. The view from the window was beautiful and it made your creative juices start to flow. The box with your supplies sat by your bed but there was still much work that needed to be done before next week. But that was next week and this would only take a few hours at max. Organize or paint...the latter was your choice and you quickly set up.

Normally you worked in silence as you had trouble with your hearing. Your parents had told you that it was just the way your body worked but your art mentor told you differently. He was an older man who lived alone at the house at the end of the street. He was weird, even you couldn't deny that but he was also such a caring person too. He caught you drawing on his sidewalk with chalk when you were small and instead of scolding you like other people did, he came out and spent the entire day out there with you. He instantly became something similar to a guardian figure in your life since your parents both worked full time. He told you that you could call him "Grand-père". He laughed at your confusion and translated it for you. He grew up in France and while he taught you your art skills, he taught you french too. You two grew close and he picked up on your hearing troubles as well as the mark on your dominant hand.

"Soulmates often share one major thing in common. Their marks are placed on the same part of their bodies that are used constantly and one out of the five senses is affected by the other's talent until you meet them. You, chérie, must be with someone with musical talent. Find them and you'll be able to hear better" Grand-père explained.

"Just like when I met mon amour. Except my taste was missing, turns out he was a baker. You two would've gotten along perfectly. When you find them, bring them to me. I would love to be the one who'll protect you when I'm gone..."

There was a quiet tune coming from either above or below your room, that pulled you from your thoughts. Because of the hearing issue, you couldn't tell where it was coming from but you heard it. Maybe even a little better compared to normal but you shrugged it off and just chose to listen to it while focusing on the painting in front of you. It was a piano no doubt but it was also playing something you couldn't recognize. The resident building was housing multiple students all of different courses so you assumed that the music was a practice sheet or warm-up before the actual piece. Regardless, it was beautiful and helped with the painting. By the time the sunset, the music was finished as was the painting. You smiled at the work of art before cleaning up and settling into your new home. You missed the music but hopefully, it would be back later.

The man in the room above, stood by the window the same way you did below. He frowned at what would be a beautiful sunset and shut the curtains. What's the point anyways? Unlike everyone else around him, his side effect from his Soulmate Mark, never went away as no one turned out to be his partner. So naturally, he became bitter. He knew that people could get by without meeting their person or even after their partner left. His mother did just fine while raising him on his own. But unlike his mother, Levi became closed off and just chose to let his mark drag him down instead of letting it go, unlike his mother. Was it really that bad to hold onto this childish hope of finding the person of his life? Maybe, maybe not but that was the least of his worries at the moment. The room below him was making so much noise, that it gave him a headache. He hopes that this'll be the last time since he knew that you were probably just getting all settled in. As the noise faded, he looked back down at the mark on his hand. He hated the looks of it, an ugly blub of a slightly darker shade of his skin. His mother was so happy that he had his mark despite him losing his father shortly after he was conceived. She had always told him the wonderful things that happen when you fall in love and it excited him. But that excitement slowly turned into disappointment and anger when it never became a reality which is why he became so closed off. He had school and a career to focus on, not some stupid fairytale and he intended on staying focused on that for the rest of the years he had left in Paris.

Oh, the struggle Levi had with that goal going forward. The next time he went to practice, he swore there was a splotch of what he assumed was white, on his music sheet. He blinked a few times and it slowly faded back into the grey that it normally was. He sighed and dismissed it on his insomnia. You were no better as you heard the music again, it seemed clearer instead of the usual muffled effect that covered up every other noise you've heard. You shook your head and the muffling came back, much to your displeasure but at least the music was still there.

Every time that you and Levi got closer to actually seeing each other, the more the side effect of the mark, faded. It sparked excitement within the two of you but the wave of disappointment was always much larger. You guys occasionally passed each other in the hallways in the large school but because you two never made direct eye contact, the side effect couldn't be lifted. And by the time either of you looked back in the flood of students, the other was nowhere to be seen. So it never fully went away and you both thought that those who wrote up your fate just wanted to get a kick out of you. Halfway into the year, something changed for the better and this time, there was no disappointment.

It was late in the evening and the last of your orange oil pastel was reduced to smears on the page. You had twenty minutes to make it to the store down the street where you knew they sold them. Thankfully the night wasn't too cold so you threw on your runners and bolted out the door. You were halfway to the store when the music you've been hearing started playing again. It was the first song that you ever heard from the mystery person and your body started moving without your permission. There was a music shop just down the street, just a block before your store and as much as you really wanted to finish this piece before tomorrow, you went to see the music store. As you drew closer, you heard the music grow louder and clearer. Your heart skipped a beat as you thought finally you would meet your Soulmate.

Levi sat at the piano in his friend's store and played the melody his mother taught him. Isabel sat on the counter and listened while Farlan leaned against it. This was something the trio had done since last year as they were all studying music together and Farlan worked part-time here. None of them noticed you slowly enter the store and stood by the door after quietly shutting the door. Levi continued playing, his eyes closed in concentration and his bangs falling in front of them. He was beautiful and you smiled softly as the song easily put you to ease. You clutched your side bag tightly as the song became almost perfectly clear after seeing Levi. You wanted to speak to him but the song was far too wonderful to make you even think about interrupting him. So you waited and let yourself get lost in the song. You wanted to have it always playing when you did your art because it already was getting your creative juices flowing. The song ended too soon for your liking and you looked back at the trio.

Levi opened his eyes and bit back a gasp. The piano keys were brighter or darker than they normally were. He made no move which caught Farlan's attention so he confronted his friend.

"Levi? What's wrong?" He asked, not used to his friend's shocked behaviour. Levi shook his head and blinked multiple times but there was no change in the new colours he was seeing.

"There's more colours" Levi muttered quietly. Isabel looked up to see if anyone else snuck in and she caught your eyes.

"Bro! You have a girl watching!!" She cried excitedly and you jumped a little at her loud voice. Levi whipped his head around quickly and finally after two hundred and eighty-five attempts, Levi's steel eyes were pierced by your bright ones and suddenly everything erupted into colour and sound. Your bodies moved you two closer to each other and Levi finally could see the bright unknown colours covering your hand and you were finally able to hear the quieter music that the radio played in the store. Both of you were speechless and Isabel took the opportunity to tease him.

"Levi, this is when you introduce yourself to the beautiful woman in front of you!" She called out with a big grin which turned into a beautiful laugh as Levi's ears and cheeks lit up in a blush. Farlan only smirked watching the scene unfold in front of him.

"Shut it!" Levi barked back before turning back to you and you could see his eyebrows furrow in confusion at the colours on your hands.

"You weren't able to see colour before right?" You asked slowly and Levi nodded in response. He was far too embarrassed and curious to continue talking and you smiled at his flustered state.

"That's ok. Here," you held your hands out better so he could see them and he took them into his hands. "This is blue, green, purple, cyan, green..." As you spoke, his eyes roamed over them and landed on your mark briefly and he turned his hand to match yours so his mark was displayed to you.

"You're my Soulmate...?" Levi asked slowly like if you gave him the answer he wanted, you would fade away and all the colour would fade into nothingness yet again.

"It would appear so, as long as you were the one who played the piano" you giggled as Levi slowly looked back at your face. You were beautiful. His heartbeat quickened at your eyes melted into your smile. He gently dropped your hands and cleared his throat to rid of his flustered state.

"Yes, I am. Would you like to hear more? Since, I'm assuming, you can hear properly now?" Despite the sassy remark he made, you could tell he was happy to show you again. You nodded and grabbed his hand to pull him back to the piano.

Isabel and Farlan's jaws were on the ground as they never thought Levi would ever soften this much around a complete stranger, let her hold his hands despite being covered in oil pastel, or believe in the whole Soulmate thing. Regardless, they were happy that Levi finally felt like this. Hopefully, you could help him in places where they couldn't.

"You still haven't introduced yourself Bro!" Isabel reminded and Levi shot her a weak glare as your laughter filled his ears.

"She's right, I'm Y/n. And you are?" You turned to him again.

"Levi" His voice was heavenly and you blushed upon hearing it.

"A pleasure. Though I wish we met sooner" you smiled again and he nodded.

From that point going forwards, Levi walked you to your morning class and waited for you after your final class of the day. You attended all of his piano recitals and joined him when he went to see Isabel and Farlan at his store. By month four of you two dating, you moved into his room and he was always present when you did your art. He loved them but his favourite one was the one you first did when you moved into the building since you captured the beautiful sight that eventually caused you two to get together.

Music and art, are a perfect pair. Much like you and Levi. Even Grand-père was happy with Levi and knew that he was the perfect man for you after Levi impressed him with his fluent French, much to your surprise as he never spoke to you with it. The two of you only spoke English but now, maybe that might start becoming more common. The wait was defiantly worth it, both you and Levi would agree as you two cuddled on the couch with your painting hanging above the couch.

[chellesdump]

The Candle Slayer - Rosie Posie + her Alice unnie

"Little Rosie is spending her day with her unnie, they are celebrating Hank’s adoption day so they got him a cake with a pretty candle that of course Rosie blew out - hankie can’t possibly do it himself -. Alice finds that she needs to take Rosie to the hospital asap"

word count ─ 1.4k

tags ─ toddler! rosie, big sis! alice, alice park the actual unnie, hankie is here too, candles, ER visit, alice should already be used to her dongsaengies shenanigans, a day with rosie is never a dull one, dr ahn jeongwon, I love you uri andrea you da best pediatrician

notes ─ This is for the Uh-Oh!! prompt, this idea came to me when I was writing yesterday’s prompt. I’m not sure when Hank was adopted, but let’s pretend that it was around this time of the year for the sake of my story hehe. Please enjoy this piece made to celebrate my birthday, I'm getting so old 🥲😣

Of course Alice could deal with anything that her little sister did, like come on she has known her for more than 26 years, she already knew that if something to eat was in front of her she would be entertained for hours. Maybe the regression had been something new to her once she came to live in Korea and started spending more time with her sister, but she was able to understand it and accept it fast, she would do anything for her Rosie.

That is why she found herself in this situation, Rosie had begged her to throw a party to celebrate Hank’s adoption day, and how could she say no when both had looked at her with puppy eyes - Hankie has natural puppy eyes, since he is a dog. But still he had used his charms -, so now she was picking up the cake.

Alice had spent most of her morning running errands for the party, from getting the appetizers for both of them and also some that Hank could eat, decorations, getting both cakes - one meant only for Hank and the other for both Park girls -, she had to clean her apartment, all before they would come to drop Rosie and Hankie off.

At around noon Jennie came to do the drop off, since Jisoo who was supposed to had to go to the set of her newest project to solve some problems. As soon as she saw her unnie Rosie jumped into her arms, Alice spun them and filled the little's face with kisses, the toddler screamed out of joy at the affection she was getting, soon Jennie bid her good-bye, "Bye Mama!! See you soon" waved Rosie.

"You ready to start decorating ?" asked Alice walking to the sofa and letting Rosie down, she took the box filled with decorations and opened in front of the little so she could see what was inside, “Wow unnie, so pwetty. We hang now?” asked the little with sparkling eyes.

With a chuckle Alice told her that they could start decorating, letting Rosie choose the placement of everything, just helping her when they would place things in high places since she didn’t want the girl to fall and hurt herself.

They finished setting everything up quite quickly and proceeded to start the party, Alice couldn’t understand why Rosie had gone so overboard with the preparations for the party, since it was just the two of them plus Hank. But at the same time she guess that Hankie do deserve a huge celebration, since he suffered so much before entering the family, so at the end of the day the work was worth it.

The celebration was a huge success, Hankie looked so joyus, jumping and yapping all around the place, they made lots of toast to Hank's health and life, Alice with wine and Rosie with grape juice. After the many toasts Alice really needed to use the toilet so she went to lock the door and left the little one with the table full of food, knowing that would keep her from getting in trouble while she was gone, with one last look she left to do her business.

When she came back, Alice could sense that something was wrong, the kids were suspiciously quiet and calm, she was dreading getting closer, what could possibly be waiting for her when she reached the sofa, she guessed it won't be so bad seeing how they weren't panicking or crying… right?

Upon reaching the sofa, she saw both were still breathing properly, nothing seemed broken or sprained, maybe Rosie only had a tummy ache, it happened so often giving how much the girl loved to try different foods. But the food that was on the table looked almost untouched, and she hadn’t been eating that much either before Alice left her alone, she had been more preoccupied playing with Hank, so could it be really a tummy ache?.

Finally she dared to ask Rosie what had happened, no better way to know than to straight out ask, “Mate? It’s everything okay, you look a little out of it?” asked Alice and as soon as the words left her mouth, the tears started coming out of Rosie’s eyes, soon followed by the wails, “Ally unnie!! Bae apayo!! Feel icky!!”.

That made Alice panic, what could have Rosie ate that was causing such discomfort? They had made sure that nothing in the food would be dangerous for them, she started scaning the place trying to find what she could have possibly consumed. Suddenly from the corner of her eye she spotted the culprit, there laying on the table was a bitten candle, and a big chunk of it had been bit.

“Rosie mate, did you ate a piece of this?” said Alice holding up the candle, really hoping that the answer would be no, but she saw how nervous the little had turned after the question. 

“I’m not mad Joey, just please answer me” begged the eldest getting desperate about not getting an answer, “Yesh, am so sowwy unnie. It wooked so tasty” cried out the little girl throwing herself into her big sister’s arms, Alice made action to start comforting the sobbing toddler and after placing her on her hip.

Never letting go of her baby sister, Alice went to grab a backpack and filled it with things they could need on their imminent trip to the E.R., putting inside some diapers - and whatever was needed for diaper changes -, a couple sippy cups and bottles filled with juice and some empty, a change of clothes, some toys and her favorite blankie, lastly grabbing the girls stuffed kangaroo, ready to go she bid goodbye to Hank.

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The whole trip to the E.R. was filled with anxiousness from the Park sisters, the normal joyous mood was replaced with dread and silence, it felt like an eternity the trip but in less than 30 minutes they were inside the hospital regestering Rosie so she could be seen by a doctor.

After taking with the nurse at the desk, they were told to sit and wait to be called for a doctor's consultation, Rosie sat on her unnie’s lap and clung to her shirt, she was scared of hospitals and just wanted the comfort from her big sis and Mrs Kangaroo. 

Just 15 minutes later a kind doctor called them into his office, “Hello, my name is Dr. Ahn Jeongwon and who is this little princess that’s visiting me today?” asked the doctor with a calming smile, “This is Rosie and I’m her sister Alice, her guardian” answered the older girl with a courtesy nod, “Nice to meet you Alice. Now Rosie… It’s okay if I call you that or you prefer something else?” said the doctor. 

After getting an affirmative nod he talked again, “So Rosie, could you tell me what brings you here today?”, the regressed girl began retelling the past events with the help from Alice when she couldn’t express something well, and the doctor took notes of everything, calling a nurse when Rosie finished her story.

“Okay, you don’t need to worry about anything princess, you’ll be more than alright. The candle wax isn’t poisonous so you will be alright Rosie, we only need to wait for it to come out, and it could continue to be bothersome.” explained the doctor directing everything to Rosé, and then he turned to Alice as well, “I would like to keep her here overnight in case the pain is too much and to make sure that the whole piece comes out, Nurse Gong here will escort you to a room. We’ll make sure that you feel safe here and tomorrow you will be able to go home” said the doctor waiving goodbye.

The Park sisters installed themselves on the room they were assigned, apparently it was almost a given fact that the candle should be discharged before the day ended, but they had to keep Rosie in case they nedeed laxatives or some pain meds. 

“Let’s get you ready for bed Joey, then we can watch a movie while eating some dinner. How does that sound?” asked Alice, relieved that her baby sister was going to be okay, “Yeah unnie, can yous lay wif’ me?” begged Rosie pouting, of course Alice couldn’t say no so she sat next to the little and both began eating what the nurses had brought them.

When the dinner was all eaten and they were almost at the end of the movie, they changed into some pajamas they had given them and laid on the hospital bed, cuddling after the tiring day.

“Wuv yah Roo unnie” whispered Rosie into Alice’s chest where she was snuggled.

“I love you, even more, uli Joey” whispered back Alice, planting a kiss on her baby sister's hair.

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Bossa Nova (Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x f!reader) - Two

One | Three

SUMMARY: Kojak was a good fish. He doesn’t speak much, but he was there.

WORD COUNT: 2.6k.

WARNINGS: Talks about medication (nothing but antacids), a person speaking with a fish, a person talking with their Alexa, a brief (almost nothing) mention to alcoholism, another brief mention of violence, bad words, considerable copying mechanisms, mentions of music I have on my playlist, cheating (not from reader or Benny), talks about loneliness, talks about divorce and... talks about gastritis (take care of yourselves). 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Just... Trust the process.

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If someone asked if you were sad, you would deny it. Not right away, maybe you'd still pause to pretend the drama made some sense, but in the end you'd end up saying 'no, it's okay, these things happen'.

It would be different, however, if someone asked if you were resentful.

You know, at the end of the day it was really okay for Theodore to want to try new things and put an end to a relationship that was already on the wane; it would be easier not to remember him with contempt. But he took the hard way, which would surely put you in a rut gray zone of personal devaluation and annoyance.

The girl was 21 years old. Twenty one. And it wasn't that you felt ugly or anything, but that opened up a tough wound that made you revert to the old habits of having to look in the mirror every day before leaving the house, living in the inconstancy of uncertainty.

More than that, he did things to her that he used to do for you. Flowers, chocolates, travel, movies, gifts... the best sex of your life. How long he intended to go on like this you didn't know, but his lack of honesty coupled with a singular rejection of his affections for you made you more angry than sad. In the end, Theodore took things from your life, and that wasn't fair.

Maybe that's why when Emma scolded you about what happened with Mathias, you just nodded your head. She must have been surprised. You would never be quiet on that kind of occasion. Okay, okay, he can do whatever he wants. How long would we have that same conversation? We both know what kind of person he is and what kind of person I am.

“Right, right.” You murmured with yourself at the sound of your alarm going off in the bedside table. The first hints of sun rays made you remember that you should have closed the curtains the night before - that alone would wake you up less abruptly, at least.

Still grunting, you crawled out of bed and laid down on the carpet with your forearm covering your eyes.

“Alexa, play Hollaback Girl,” Took her a beat, which you waited patiently for.

“Playing Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani provided by Spotify”.

Your feet moved a little in time to the music, as if your body was reacting little by little to the stimulus. After a few minutes, you were able to get up and go through your morning with babblings of ‘this shit is bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S’, in the hope of having a more productive routine.

‘Dinner night’, the pink sticker said on the fridge door when you opened it to consider having a beer first thing in the morning. You looked at the intact Budweiser crate parked at the back of the fridge, then at the eggs, and finally at Kojak, who was particularly standing inside the aquarium.

“Juice.” You grabbed the juice box, gastritis becoming a scarier reality than you thought and making you distance yourself from coffee.

It really was a different routine, you thought as you eyed Kojak unassumingly between sips of the drink. There wasn't anyone complaining about the uselessness of the resident fish next to their television or all the neatly arranged shoes by the door. In some ways, you felt more at peace in your home, alone and enjoying your things in private.

Alone. In private.

With a too-much-old guppy fish that would eventually die anytime.

“Alexa, play Drop It Like It’s Hot.”

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“Clarithromycin plus amoxicillin? What is it?” Lennon grabbed your medicine bottle that was on your desk in the lab.

You glanced at the guy over your shoulder in time to see him frown at the vial, confused by the description of the medicine. How long he stood there to find such a small thing in your mess, you didn't know.

“Aren’t you the CSI guy? I thought you all learned it in college.” Turning to the monitor in front of you, he left a small ‘tsk’ before abandoning the thing again for the sake of walking in your direction.

“You think you’re cute, huh?”

“A cute woman with gastritis.”

“Shout out to the feminism.”

“Eh.” You shrugged, suppressing a smile at the teasing tone of your voice.

Lennon was a good friend. You two usually didn’t make that type of pair who would do everything together, nor share a lot of secrets, but you two met back during your first week at the LASD and things after that were always amicable. If something happened between the two of you during the divorce process, when Theodore had already moved out of your house, it didn't make much difference. He was funny. Attractive. Things can happen.

At least he wasn’t someone you would associate with a bad moment of your life.

“Looks like you’re taking it seriously.” He gestured to the handful of vegan protein bars beside you.

“I haven't had coffee or stale pizza in almost a month, Lennon. Desperate situations call for pretty horrible solutions like taking antacids and eating... that.”

Lennon laughed.

“Seems pretty bad.”

“It is.”

With that, he goes quiet, standing still by your side with his eyes fixed on your work at the computer screen. You left him there for a while to see if he would say or do anything, but when two minutes passed and nothing happened, you took the initiative.

“What brings you here?”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“Gina told me about what happened with Walsh.” The mention of the name made your hand stop moving the mouse, and for a moment you hesitated to respond, knowing he would be watching you carefully.

“... Mm.”

“Are you okay?”

“It wasn’t like it was the first time.” You kept staring at the computer nonchalantly.

“Yeah, he's not an easy guy. I'm sure if you did what Magalon did to him, it would stop.”

“What?” Your whole body was already turned to him.  

This piqued your curiosity - obviously, how could it not? Not that Benny hid any aversion to the feds, you've even witnessed the taunts he hurled at them in collaborative cases, but it wasn't like Mathias was going to mess with the guy. In fact, it wasn't even like Mathias was going to mess with anyone who wasn't a female.

But then Lennon shrugged with a smile.

“Do you remember that Borracho took a two-week vacation a while ago?”

No.

“Yes. What about it?”

“It was a suspension. As soon as the DEA took over the case, he had a fight with Walsh and ended up punching the guy.”

“WHA-What?”

Listen, you didn't know Benny well, at least not like you knew Nick, for example, but the idea of him losing reserves in favor of punching a man like Mathias was kind of unlikely. He didn't seem all that reactive, at least if he didn't have to.

“Curious that you don't know this, I thought you were O'Brien's favorite.”

“I’m not,” You sounded too defensive for your own good, which made Lennon smirk while watching you slowly go back to work.

“If you say so.” And he stayed there for a while, the subject already forgotten in light of any other small talk he might want to have with you.

Even though you were trying to pay attention, however, your mind would go back to the information about what Benny did to Walsh and it started to make you associate with the way they faced each other at the crime scene. There was an atmosphere that you didn't notice, perhaps, considering how your mind was visibly distracted by the day's hustle.

It wasn’t a matter of importance. Well, it shouldn’t be.

Later that day, when you saw him passing by the corridor, you naturally wondered what could have been the catalyst for a physical fight between the two. What kind of disrespect would make a man like Benny act impulsively?

Lots of questions, of course, and you found the idea ridiculous until you realized that despite everything, you saw in it the reflection of someone who had the courage to do something you never did: punched the problem in the face.

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A person who could punch the problem in the face? Your mother.

She was sitting across from you in the restaurant, talking and repeating herself about how she saw Theodore at Macy's and almost threw her new bedding set at him. Your father, on the other hand, just shook his head no and sipped his wine with a disgruntled smirk on his face. Imagine how displeased she must have been to know it wasn't the sort of thing you or your father would do.

“You need to be more diplomatic.” He said to her with a light tone.

“Diplomatic? With a man who did that to our daughter? That would be a disrespect to my principles!”

“Don't forget about the gastritis.” Your teasing made the man send you a warning glare, to which you just smiled.

“What kind of man makes a woman get gastritis?” She brushed a strand of hair that fell on her eyes before turning to you. “By the way, have you gotten rid of that coffee table his mother gave you?”

“Honey…” Your father intervened with a condescending tone.

“I already told you it can be yours.” You sipped on your water.

“And I already told you I don’t want it. It’s cursed!”

That was the thing with your mother, she wasn’t disrespectful if you asked her not to be. Sometimes she would just get too excited in her own emotions, happy or sad ones, leading everyone to calm her nerves for the sake of her own health. Because of this, you never told openly about how you’re feeling and the news of your divorce just came when Theodore left your house - which made her furious enough to spend time under the effects of chamomile tea.

Maybe that's why when you went to the bathroom and bumped into a raw but recognizable body, you glanced back to make sure neither she or your dad was seeing you. Benny frowned at the start, just to relax his expression after seeing you. He was… Normal. Probably with a better shirt and wearing a good perfume, a little out of character but neutral at your equally ordinary fit; a dress and high heels, more precisely.

“Oh, hey.” He offered with a smile.

“Hi. How are you?”

“Good, good. You?”

“Good. It’s a surprise to see you here… I mean, a coincidence. What’s the chance?” The smile you gave was genuine, even though you were feeling a little shy about bumping into him in the first place.

“They still say that Los Angeles is the second most populous city in the country.”

“Yeah, and I still managed to bump into you. I'm sorry.”

“No, it's okay.”

A brief silence hung in the air, especially since you didn't know whether to excuse yourself to the bathroom altogether or try to bring up some other topic with him. It was uncertain. In a way, you suddenly remembered what Lennon had told you about him and Mathias, and it made you frown for a brief moment.

“Date night?” Benny asked with interest, leaning on the counter beside him.

“Dinner night. I’m here with my parents.”

“Oh.” The spontaneous reaction made you realize that it was kind of weird, as you'd said before you left the house, that wearing a dress with a neckline like that was kind of weird for a dinner with your parents.

“My mom said I should... Show more femininity now that I'm officially single.” God, shut the fuck up already. “She’s not a very good wingman.”

“Get it. But I don’t think she’s been doing bad work, though. You look great.”

It was innocent, you knew it, but he left the words falling from his mouth so easily that the compliment caught you by surprise - enough to not let you answer that right away. Huh. Great. You were pretty sure that wasn't the definition of your clothes when you left the house that night. So you laughed to dismiss the comment, even if showing your embarrassment.

“Thanks… What about you?”

“Huh?” He frowned.

“What are you doing here?”

“Ah. Just needed to grab dinner before going back to the station.”

“Double shift?”

“Triple, I suppose,” He scoffed with a tired giggle. “I'm coming from a stakeout, though about grabbing dinner. Have you ever tried Souvlaki*?”

“Oof, that’s a big treat.”

“Yeah, yeah. This is also the only Greek restaurant that plays Bossa Nova music, so… It seems so.”

“Do you like it?”

“The food?”

“The music.”

“Eventually. Good for having dinner with your parents.” You gave him a big smile at it.

“I agree.”

The attendant showed up shortly after holding the delivery package in his hands, which hinted that it would be your cue.

“I'll be off then, Benny. Have a good night's work.”

“Thanks. Have a good dinner.”

You didn't respond verbally, choosing to nod your head and just leave, unaware of him following your silhouette carefully.

Again, that doubt about the Lennon story came back to his mind, and there was a strange expression on your face as you returned to the table.

“Who was him?” Your mother asked.

“Who?”

“The guy you’re talking to.”

Fuck. You closed your eyes for a second, lowering your head in defeat.

“Is there something you don't see?”

“Red lights.” Your father's provocative tone didn't much disguise the woman's interest, who just slapped his arm and turned to you.

“So?”

“He’s a friend from work.” You said, going back to your almost finished Moussaka* and ready to finish that conversation.

“A friend like Lennon?”

“A friend like a normal one. It doesn't mean anything.”

“I liked him,” She elbowed the man beside her with a grin. “Does he have a name?”

“Like any other person in the world.”

“Don't get defensive with me, girl.”

“Hey, leave her. We don’t need to know everything about it, how many men do you think work with her?” Your father defended you.

“Thank you very much!” You gestured to him with exasperation.

“But I agree that he looks good.”

“Jesus Christ…”

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You left your heels beside the door and let out a sigh as you leaned against the closed door, not daring to turn on a single light. Kojak was still there, hidden in his small Spongebob house, sleeping as a baby and hopefully not dead. You put your hand on the glass for a moment, watched the small jet of water in the left corner, past the little yellow pebbles at the bottom.

“A punch in the face of Mathias Walsh… Can you imagine? Must be a dream.”

And as always, Kojak didn’t answer you for the sake of his sleep and because he was a fish, sure. Still, you waited for a few seconds, touching your forehead on the glass to stop being a fucking weirdo before heading to your room.

The bedroom carpet felt more comfortable when you lay on it that night than it did in the morning. This time, you stared at the white ceiling, and glanced to the side to see some dirt under the bed.

“Alexa, play a Bossa Nova playlist.”

“Playing Bossa Nova playlist provided by Spotify.”

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Glossary

*Souvlaki: a type of fast food common in Greece, which consists of small grilled skewers of small pieces of meat and vegetables. It can be served on a stick alone, to be eaten with your hands, in a sandwich or on a plate.

*Moussaka: is a gastronomic specialty of the Middle East, typical of Greek and Turkish cuisine, among others, being, in the Arabic version, a chickpea stew with eggplant, very common in vegan cuisine.

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On The Same Page side quest, Prologue

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Merula: Hey... gryffindor...

Malcolm: ...

Merula: ...

Merula: I can't believe I'm saying this but. Can we stop this shit for just one day please!?

Malcolm: And why the fuck should I? After you mocked my brothers? After you sabotaged us in class? After you tried to KILL MY BROTHER BY LOCKING HIM IN A CLOSET!

Malcolm: Why?

Merula takes a deep breath before speaking, her breath is hesitant.

Merula: I... I need your help. And Don't you dare start.

Malcolm: Why? What the fuck could I gain from helping you? And what the fuck do you want from me?

Merula: It's for Alexandros,

She is still getting used to calling him by his first name.

Merula: I- I need to plan a picnic date but I have no idea what to do.

Malcolm: So for my brother... that you tried to kill.

Merula: ....

She looks down at her feet, her crunched up to her torso.

Merula: Because I wanted to confess to him and make ...us... official.

Malcolm: Holy- Shit!

They both sit down and relax their bodies. Both remain quiet for a little bit. Merula is fixing her outfit as she gets prepared to speak.

Merula: There! I said it. Okay... I wanted to make us official because we haven't talked about it and I need your help. You know him the best and your brother, Hufflepuff, wouldn't give me actually advice just dumb shit to fuck with me!

Merula: I fucking hate saying it especially to you! but I need to make this special.

Merula: Deathwood is an absolute idiot and a weak wizard, but...I want to be... together..

Merula: But I don't know enough of what he likes. I am done embarrassing myself so you can trust my motives! OKAY!! Can you- assist me just this ONCE.

Malcolm: I'll help for my brother, but what's in it for me?

Merula: I'll leave you and your friends alone for 2 weeks.

Malcolm: 3.

Merula: A month.

Malcolm: Make it 2.

Merula: FINE!

Malcolm: Okay so you already know he's- well it doesn't matter.

Merula: Yeah I already know he has some mental disorders, doesn't really help with planning.

Malcolm: It should be somewhere quiet so it doesn't bother his ears or leave him irritated. Somewhere with a good view of the outdoors, as he likes that. For some reason he likes darkly lit areas, and prefers the cold then hot places.

Merula: Okay I can work with that, but what about food and drinks?

Malcolm:...Juice boxes.

Merula: what.

Malcolm: Yeah he likes apple juice in a juice box, both of them get really excited when they find a pack in the fridge. But lemonade, fizzy drinks, pumpkin juice are all good options.

Merula: How autistic are your brothers!?

Malcolm: You are the one who wants to be his girlfriend, you shouldn't be judging.

Merula: Sh-shut up and tell me what food he likes!

Malcolm: Well he has quite the appetite, so bring some food. There are a lot of things he wouldn't mind eating and enjoys, like lasagna, or a really good soup.

Merula: Soup?

Malcolm: Yeah with rice, but those are a bit messy so you should go with something like tacos, hotdogs, flautas, or Oh I- yeah so get him so tortas and some potato farls as well as some pumpkin pie.

Merula: We get it you live in a Hispanic house hold, what the fuck is a tu-torta and a potato farllels!?

Malcolm: It's farls and it's Irish, its essientally a potato cake and a torta is a Hispanic sandwich, made with bolillos, a type of bread and a variety of spices.

Merula: You are making it very hard to ste- acquire these items, but fine. Any other recommendations?

Malcolm: Nope, none. just don't be a dick.

Merula: ...Just don't go telling anyone about this, or I'll go back on our deal and make your life hell.

Malcolm: yeah, yeah you don't need to threaten me, I'll keep my promise as long as you do the same.

Her brow is furrowed and full of shame and anger.

Merula: We are not friends b-

Malcolm: Yeah no, Fuck you.

Merula: WELL before you so rudely cut me OFF! I wanted to say Thank you. This means a lot. Ugh I hate being sappy like this- so kindly fuck off!

Malcolm gets up and starts walking away from her, clearly glad to be done talking to her as he flips her the bird. Merula begins speaking to herself.

Merula: Oh merlin, I hate him, and I hated every second this, but... at least it will be worth it.

Merula: Wait! FUCK I didn't ask if there are any outfits that Deathwood would like. I hope my hair isn't too much of a mess.

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Alexandros: Hey bro, how have you been?

Malcolm: I'm fine, hey heads up, bring that necklace that mom gave you. You will thank me later.

Alexandros: ???

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‎TDB Shares New Feel-Good EP ‘Love In The Trenches’‘Love in the Trenches’ attests to TDB’s continuous pursuit of next-level sounds ridden with relatable experience. The project starts on the keys of the afro feel-good joint, ‘Born Sinner’, a song that starts the story of the typical lover boy defying the natural laws of attraction of money to bring the sensitive intricacies of love to the forefront. TDB’s tone and versatile way of weaving melodies is taken to a spiritual level on “Spiritual” with talented music-box, Loti. He channels his inner Lil Wayne to deliver the physical aspect of love, exploring the further attachment and euphoria that comes with having  a good time. Thrilling, sensual, promising and anxious, “Talking Stage”, is the afro RnB anthem that bears witness to the uncertainty and anxiousness that comes with transitioning from first meet to taking things further and the idea that things can go down the drain. TDB enlists menacing piano keys and a harmonious voice to tell this experience of standing on thin ice. To  further iterate that “Love is sweet, when money enters, love is sweeter”, “If to say” has TDB using a vocal technique that gives his voice the rough and hard texture on his realization that hard currency is the main love language and his epic love is not going to turn currently without the juice. Across his formative singles, TDB starts to ask the right “Questions” with Jola Bello. Tired of the games and unanswered questions, TDB shows his hands on this groovy track, stating his 100 percent readiness for a full blown romance and confirming the willingness of his lover on the For-life train. Completing the full circle, TDB, the lover boy beckons on “Monalisa” that has made him the sinner he is today. He enlists the easy melodious bars of Posah to serenade his one of a kind woman, finally overcoming the financial constraints of love. With a runtime of about 16 minutes, ‘Love in the Trenches’ is best described as a short trip over a well put together mix of sensual and feel good soundscape accompanied by a voice guaranteed to get you in your feelings and relate to all the many lives lived in the name of love. Stripping away music’s artifice, TDB describes his project as a pan-storytelling hub where he enlists experiences from different sides of the playing board so as to unite many hearts by their shared experiences in navigating love. Enjoy the project on your preferred music streaming platform here     

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Release Date : 10/12/1992 (FR)Category : Action, Adventure, Drama, HistoryProduction : Country : FRRate : Cast : Gérard Depardieu,Armand Assante,Sigourney Weaver,Loren Dean,Ángela Molina,Fernando Rey,Michael Wincott,Kevin Dunn,Tchéky Karyo,1492: Conquest of Paradise depicts Christopher Columbus’ discovery of The New World and his effect on the indigenous people.1492: Conquest of Paradise depicts Christopher Columbus’ discovery of The New World and his effect on the indigenous people.One New York archetype lives on in our movie mythology-the hustler/dreamer with his eye out for the Big Score. This con artist pops up in two new movies-more a con in the case of Harry Fabian (Robert De Niro), the ambulance-chasing lawyer in _B_Night and the City,_b_ and much more an artist in the person of Leon (Bernzy) Bernstein (Joe Pesci), the crime-chasing shutterbug hero of _B_The Public Eye._b_ The latter film, loosely inspired by Weegee, the great tabloid photographer, is set during World War II. Though "Night and the City," Irwin Winkler's remake of Jules Dassin's 1950 film noir, has been updated by writer Richard ("Clockers") Price, in spirit it belongs to an earlier era, when characters were "characters."Motor mouth Harry Fabian talks an up beat game, but his life operates by the rules of Murphy's Law (anything that can go wrong will go wrong). This time, however, he's sure he's going to strike gold-as a boxing promoter. There are some big problems with his scheme. His partner, ex-prizefighter Al Grossman (Jack Warden), is the brother of gangster Boom Boom Grossman (Alan King), and Harry's muscling in on Boom Boom's turf. And Harry's coconspirator and lover, Helen (Jessica Lange), is married to a violently jealous bar owner (Cliff Gorman). If things go wrong this time, he could be a dead man.Winkler, a successful producer ("Raging Bull," "Rocky") recently turned director ("Guilty by Suspicion"), has picked up some moves from Scorsese in his second, and much improved, effort. He gets the juices flowing with his nervous style, playing dread off gallows humor. He's got a lot to work with-the tangy, slangy bite of Price's underworld dialogue, and a cast that could milk tension from a bus schedule. De Niro is a sensationally manic-and even touching-sleaze; King, Warden and Gorman are splendidly disreputable, and Lange gives her role a tough/tender sexuality that's a pleasure to watch even when her character's loyalty to Harry confounds sense. "Night and the City" hits a false note at the finish. Forgive that and relish the movie's snappy, low-life high spirits.To properly enjoy Howard Franklin's "The Public Eye," it's best to forget about the real Weegee, who would have found this tribute hopelessly sentimental and its detective-movie plotting a crazy co

dience in a barrage of portentously pumped-up images and sounds: 15th-century Spain thunders by through billows of smoke, murk and noise. The music by Vangelis clangs and boings relentlessly; the sound of creaking sails on Columbus's voyage is as assaultive as the salvos of gunfire in the battle between Spaniards and rebelling Indians. Despite all the recent rethinking of Columbus and his discovery/invasion of the New World, "1492" is really a conventional Hollywood "biopic." Depardieu, a great movie star, seems all at sea in more ways than one. Hamstrung by Scott's overwrought style and Roselyne Bosch's underthought screenplay (and, frankly, his own barely adequate English), he hasn't a chance to develop his character. As Queen Isabel, Sigourney Weaver, immobile in her frozen fan of hair and iron-stiff brocade, looks like the Bride of Frankenstein after a course at finishing school. Some stunning images collide with dialogue like "No one ever expected this to be easy, Colon." This $50 million spectacle must be one of the least entertaining epic films ever made. Watch free movies and tvshows on VidooTv

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ntrivance. Yet for all its Hollywood silliness, there's something haunting about the figure of Bernzy, the solitary, night-crawling photographer who lives only for his work, collecting $3 for every corpse he photographs, unblinkingly witnessing the worst the New York streets have to offer. This is a portrait of the artist as hermit/voyeur/obsessive, a man who can connect to life only through the lens of his camera. What lures him out of his emotional shell is, of course, a beautiful woman-Barbara Hershey's glamorous nightclub owner, a vamp who ensorcells the photographer into playing private eye in a plot involving mobsters, wartime black markets and government scandals. Using all this artifice to illuminate the gritty world of a lonely shutterbug is an odd choice. Yet the tale's mournful B-movie romanticism-and Pesci's introspective, crablike performance-gets under your skin. In its moody, daffy way, "The Public Eye" gives off an authentic reek of artistic compulsion.DAVID ANSENHere's a one-word review of "1492": hubris. That overweening pride belongs to director Ridley Scott ("Alien"), a visual wizard who outwizards himself. Scott doesn't so much ten the story of Columbus (Gerard Depardieu) as hurl it at the au

[kaitosimp]

It's been a hot minute since I've posted Kaito art 👁👄👁 Once upon a time I posted a drawing of my talentswap bois with a new one I never got around to making, bUT I got in the zone a while ago to properly give him a drawing so here he is!! Kaito as the Ultimate Gamer 🕹✨💜

As always I have to say that I'm not that good at drawing but for once idc cause I had so much fun with this!! I love videogames and I adore Kaito so you can imagine how happy I was while drawing 🤚🏽💕 I think there's a total of 23 game/general gaming related references so truly, all the kudos and love to you if you can identify them all!! 🌚💜

He listens to Game Over by Falling In Reverse religiously and his one game weakness is horror games and I love him very much <3 True to my Kaito loving self I thought of some hc's for him which are below (finally figured out how to do the keep reading thing asdfghkl) but yeah hope you guys like him as much as I do!! :] 💞💞💞

-He will play any and all games

-Even horror games but he kinda sucks at them cause he gets scared all the time and dies

-Lowkey competitive and a perfectionist, he needs to get ALL the trophies and achievements but he enjoys the game and plot first

-Shuichi and Maki literally have to force him to sleep cause otherwise he stays up all night playing games

-If he had to pick a fave genre it'd be action games, fighting games or racing games

-His phone ringtone is the Super Mario Bros theme song

-Kirumi, aka mom™, always scolds him for slouching and corrects his posture

-Constantly browses the interwebs for new or rare games/consoles/merch/etc he doesn't have yet (someone help this man and his bank account)

-He has rows upon rows of games and don't even get me started on all the consoles he owns

-Besides playing videogames, he likes watching gaming documentaries and movies (especially the movies)

-His fave one is probs Wreck It Ralph and he cries a lot during the "I'm bad and that's good, I will never be good and that's not bad, there's no one I rather be but me" volcano scene

-His lab is literally designed after an arcade

-If he plays games with his friends he will literally only let Himiko, Gonta, or Chihiro win, the rest will get obliterated into next week (not even his sidekicks get the special treatment)

-He will fight you if you think yourself a superior/true gamer just cause you play action packed games and hate on people who play "cutesy" or chill games

-He ALWAYS has a handheld console and does not go anywhere without one

-He got scouted by Hope's Peak when he won a fuckton of gaming competitions

-He always commissions Rantaro for artwork of his game characters

-Likewise he always commissions Sayaka for character costumes he wants to wear for cons (everyone is talentswapped so Rantaro is the ultimate artist and Sayaka the ultimate cosplayer huehue)

-His hoodies are sacred and so far he's only let Shuichi wear them

-He started a gaming club in the school and they meet up every Friday to chill, play games, and have friendly tournaments

-"Press f to pay respects" is his mantra

-He happens to like outer space a lot since he would always stargaze with his grandparents

-Hence why he automatically loves any game setting in space (cue Rainbow Road being his fave course in Mario Kart)

-He can probably tell you the history of gaming from the creation of Spacewar and Tennis For Two to the modern day in one sitting but he literally goes like 👁👄👁❓ for a sec tryna remember what he had for dinner last week

-One of his future goals is to create his own videogame

-Loves interacting with people online/through multiplayer, he has an endless amount of virtual friends

[luvyanfei]

how they comfort you when you’re sad

ft. diluc, kaeya, venti, childe, zhongli, albedo, & xiao non-requested piece 

diluc ragnvindr. 

as stoic as diluc may be, he’s the most emotionally affected by your misery out of the others listed here, but he’s clueless in how to help. he’s not adept in everything despite being known for being a perfectionist and unfortunately, comforting you is one of them. he would reach out a hand to you, and then pull it back to his side before you notice. it annoys him greatly how he can insult the knights without hesitation and combat against his enemies confidently, and yet...

it’s easy to get diluc flustered over the simpler things in life. you’re usually so happy and lively, the light to his dark that he finds it almost eerie to see you looking depressed as you enter the tavern. you don’t even spare him a glance, and slumps down at an empty seat, your head splayed down on the table. out of concern for your wellbeing, the winery owner whips up your favourite drink free of charge and delivers it himself to your spot. instead of leaving you as one would expect, he pulls up a chair and taps the wooden surface of the table with his gloved fingers, stirring you to look up at him. he greets you in a monotone voice unintentionally, and shyly asks if there are any problems going on in your life. he may not look like it, with how distant he is, but diluc would be very pleased to help you. 

with hesitation, you take the drink and start taking small sips from the cup. the savory taste melts on your tongue and your lips quiver slightly. before you know it, you’re reduced into a sobbing mess, your tears staining the floor. “what’s wrong?” dismayed, diluc rises up and pats your back, handing you a handkerchief from his jacket pocket for you to wipe your tears away with. 

he ushers you into a private room where nobody can see you and rubs your hands together. he doesn’t talk, instead fixating on calming you down. dabbing at your swollen eyes and cheeks gently with a drenched towel, diluc cradles your face and leans in close to you, your foreheads touching. “i’m here, [name],” his voice is soft and delicate, a sharp contrast to his formal and uninterested tone, “i will always be here for you, so you don’t need to worry about suffering alone. we’ll get through this together, alright?” 

kaeya alberich. 

he’ll take you to the tavern with him for a nice drink. it won’t do you any good to be by yourself and moping, right? as hypocritical as it may seem, kaeya is fully accepting of you coming to him for emotional support despite being rather closed-off when it comes to his personal emotions. if you’re underage, he’ll purchase you a soft drink or juice, and if not, a glass of wine will surely boost your spirits up. his attempt to cheer you up is to temporarily distract you from it. quite clever of him, no? of course, his objective isn’t for you to ignore your problems altogether, but to take your mind off of it until you can think a bit clearly. 

kaeya will act like a gentleman the whole time, letting a few teasing remarks slip out every now and then, but his attitude is toned down for the most part. after you consumed a plentiful amount of beverages, he takes a stroll with you in the night, passing by a bard stringing music on their lyre. this gives the cavalry captain an idea and he takes you into a secluded area, fireflies glowing to add a touch of whimsy to the scenario. still gripping your hand, he raises it up to kiss the surface and proposes you to join him in for a dance under the moonlight and stars. 

kaeya looks at you with a brimming grin. “are you feeling better now?” you nod, placing a hand on his open palm.

“now that you’re here, yes, i am.” his smile broadens and cups your cheek with his free hand. the tip of his thumb lightly grazes your bottom lip before he replaces it with his lips. the kiss is passionate and savory, a description that fits your relationship perfectly. 

“i’m glad you do,” he pulls back and breathes out a sigh of relief. “it’s the same with me. i admit, i also enjoy your company very much.” 

venti.

it’s best to let your emotions run loose. don’t bottle it up, okay? if you need to cry, then cry. sure, venti may act all carefree and exuberant, but even he has his serious sides from time to time. he takes the situation rather calmly, pulling you into a comforting embrace and rubbing your back as you tearfully sob. when he feels that you’re muscles have slowly relaxed and your cries have been reduced to tiny sniffles, he transitions out of the hug and places his hands on your shoulder, all with an angelic smile on his face. see, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?

if you’re up for it, venti will be happy to play you a quiet melody carried in the night breeze. he’ll position your head to lean on his shoulder as both of you sit down on the ground and he clears his throat before he begins singing. the stringing of the lyre, the gentle rustle of the leaves in the background, and the soothing sound of his voice automatically brings a smile to your lips. snuggling closer to him, you drift in a state of contentment and serenity. once the bard catches wind of your heavy breathing, your eyes fluttered closed, he stops his singing and presses a dainty kiss to your forehead. 

carefully, so he doesn’t disturb your slumber, venti carries you back to your resident and tucks you into bed. as he’s about to head off, you snag him by the wrist, and tug him back to your side. “please don’t go yet, venti.” he pats the hand imprisoning his wrist and chuckles in amusement. 

“don’t worry. i don’t plan on ever doing something like that.” he crawls into bed with you, tangling your legs together and hooking his arms around your waist. the tip of his nose grazes your hair faintly as your back is pressed against his chest. “not now, and not ever.” 

childe.

he’s the eleventh harbinger, yes, but beneath his fearsome title and mischievous demeanor, childe is a regular human with an affable heart. it hurts him seeing you look dejected, as if you’re on the brink of suffocating from insufferable pain. it’s like your emotions are a type of infection, contagious to say the least. if you’re happy, then he’s happy. if you’re sad, then you’ll bet he’s also going to drop his jovial gleam. luckily, growing up with siblings gives him an advantage here. he’s used to taking care of others and turning their frowns upside down. 

if he finds out someone has been upsetting you, he’ll personally deal with them himself, ordering them to apologize lest they want to face his wrath. if you’re having financial difficulties, he’ll lend you a generous amount of mora so you can clear your debts or help you find a well-paying job. either way, he’ll cradle you in his arms and compliment you for being strong, no matter what life throws at you. life’s hard, but that’s all the more reason why you should keep marching forward - hand in hand with childe.   

“shh, [name], it’s okay. don’t cry.” childe kneels before you and wipes away a salty tear. grabbing a teddy bear abandoned on the ground, he shoves it in front of your face. to your sudden bewilderment, he grabs the bear’s arm to pat you on the head and grins. “there, there. mr. teddy is here to make you happy once more.” 

you sputter out a giggle despite tears still leaking from your eyes. “childe, i’m not a little kid anymore. cut it out!” he resists the urge to pinch your cheeks when you pout cutely at him. 

“fine, fine. i’ll stop, but hey! at least you’re smiling again, right?” you roll your eyes and sniff. 

“yeah, i’m feeling a little better. thank you.”  

your comment forms a blush to dust his cheeks and he sheepishly scratches the back of his head. “there’s no need for gratitude. to me, your smile is the one thing i’d hate to lose.” 

zhongli.

feeling sad? his arms are already wide open and a box of tissues is conveniently laid on the table. zhongli is the wave that laps up your sorrows and tears, the lulling sound of his voice uttering words of reassurance like a tranquil melody to set your heart at ease. he’s the type who will lend a shoulder for you to cry on. while he brews up a nice cup of tea to soothe your mind, he encourages you gently to tell him whatever it is that’s bothering you. he soaks up every syllable that falls from your lips like a sponge and in a pensive state, he gives you advice in turn. 

you take his words to heart, since everything he’s said before have always been genuine and your trust in him runs deeper than the bottom of the sea. sure, maybe not everything he says is the answer that will cause your problems disappear, but he does guide you to choose rationally how you want to approach it. as much as zhongli would like to solve everything for you, he’s aware that there are times where only you have the potential to fix the issue. 

the golden ginkgo leaves twirl in the autumn breeze, as zhongli clasps his hands with yours. you adjust the scarf around your neck, shivering from the mild chill settling in liyue. 

you stare grimly at the seagulls soaring in the cloudy sky, and peers down at your feet planted firmly on the ground. a frown tugs on your lips and you sigh. a warm hand caresses your cheek and you look towards zhongli smiling gently in your direction. wiping away the tears that are beginning to moist your eyes, he encages you in a comforting hug. 

“don’t hold it in,” zhongli whispers soothingly in your ear, “you’re allowed to cry if you want. i promise you, there’s no judgement.” 

albedo.

it’s like he has a sixth sense. you could have been crying in your sleep last night and the first thing you wake up to is all your favourite meals placed rigorously on a sliver tray and a positive message with cursive, neat handwriting scribbled on a notepad for you to read. albedo is rather considerate, like that. before you started to live together and entered a more domestic relationship, he visited your home and asked if anything was wrong in a neutral tone that belied his concern. you were shocked how he could have possibly known since you were sure you concealed the visible evidences skillfully with makeup, and you looked quite normal for the most part, as if you hadn’t been crying mere seconds before he knocked on your door. 

he shrugs indifferently and responds that he just has a feeling something’s bothering you. albedo will take a day off from his confinement in his lab so he can stay with you. he takes you by the hand and gestures for you to sit down on a nearby chair beside him, offering you delectable appetites to eat while you rant to him. once you’re finished spilling out your problems, he kisses you on the forehead and tells you that you did a good job. it isn’t easy to admit you’re not mentally well, in which he praises you for. 

hugging your legs to your chest, you quietly ask him if it’s not a bother. firmly, albedo shakes his head and squeezes your hand reassuringly. “no, you’re never a bother.” he scoops up a spoonful of ice cream and feeds you the cool dessert. once you swallow, his lips curve into a little smirk as he wipes away the excess on the side of your mouth with a finger and licks the cream off with his tongue. 

“whether you’re happy, sad, or disappointed, my love for you will never change.” 

xiao.

he’s not very good at handling these types of situations. xiao can never know what he’s supposed to say or do to make you feel better, so he just stands there awkwardly. please don’t blame him! he’s already terrible at consoling himself that having to cheer someone else up seems more like an impossible challenge than a simple task. however, like albedo, he can also sense if you’re depressed or in need of saving. what do you mortals call it, an instinct? 

he asks verr for advice on what to do to help, and she suggests for him to stick by your side and show that he cares deeply about you. it takes xiao a while to come up with a suitable plan. he wanders up to the highest floor of wangshu inn and reminisces over the past. your first meeting with him, the time when you gave him almond tofu, and when you both fought together to protect liyue - he’s memorized it all down to the last detail. suddenly, an idea clicks into place and he teleports immediately to where you are. sitting on a bench alone, while you absentmindedly watch the birds peck at the crumbs scattered on the cement floor, it takes you by surprise when you find xiao hovering above you. he reaches out his hand and composedly asks if you would be willing to accompany him for the night. 

when you encounter him at the location where you agreed to meet, you curiously question xiao what he wants to do, but he doesn’t reply. instead, he scoops you up in his arms, a surprised expression on your face as you wrap your arms around his neck so you don’t end up falling. before you know it, both of you are... soaring in the air? your eyes subconsciously drift to his vision glowing brightly in the murky night. so he’s using his anemo abilities to create wind currents and literally sweep you off your feet. 

“do you see this place?” he gestures with his head for you to look at liyue harbor. the city lights glow in the darkness and most people are walking back home, idly chatting with each other and giggling. “it wouldn’t be as peaceful as it is now if it weren’t for you. so if you ever feel sad again, know that it’s you who puts a smile on everyone’s faces - including mine.” 

and with that, xiao smiles serenely at you, to which you finally offer a grin of your own. 

[gaysimpsstuff]

can you write a drabble of s/o age regressing after a scary situation and maybe hawks or dabi (whatever you feel) hugging them and just general fluff and comfort? I totally understand if you don't wanna write this so no pressure!!

Yeppers! As someone who experiences something similar to age regression/ little space, this will be based on my own experiences

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Type: headcanons/drabble

Warnings: Age regression/little space, crying, Manga spoilers for Dabi's backstory, reader being adorable

Other: I'm not %100 sure if I'd call my experience 'little space,' it's something that only showed up in the past year or so. Also, I usually only go into 'little space' when I'm very happy or comfortable or I'm doing something childish, and even after talking to people who actually age regress, I'm not sure what to call my experience.

Fluff Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

Touya Todoroki/Dabi-

I feel like he doesn't understand it at first; like mans has never even heard of people who age regress until he met you.

When you first mentioned it to him, he was so confused.

"Okay so- hang on what?"

The first time you actually do it in front of him he literally has no idea what to do, he's so confused and probably more scared than you are.

He has the best intentions, but he did lock you in a room and call Toga for advice when you started to cry.

When you got big again, you were pissed.

And reasonably so.

It took a while, but he eventually got used to your little space and figured out what to do when you did this.

There was a point where he tried to deny how cute he thought it was- you acting like a child and doing childlike things.

He uses it as an opportunity to atone for the things he did as a child to his younger siblings, and as a way to feel like he can actually take care of something.

"Y/n, I'm back!" The door swung shut behind him as he stepped into your apartment, looking around, he couldn't see you. The whole place was a mess, books torn off their shelves and even some broken dishes in the kitchen.

Dabi frowned, he'd seen your apartment like this a couple of times before, usually what happens when you absolutely can't take it anymore.

He peeked inside your room, finding you sprawled on top of the sheets with your clothes still on, fast asleep.

He wished you'd called him, he knew he told you he was on a mission and not to bother him but if you had called he would've dropped anything and everything to appear by your side to comfort you throughout whatever caused this. He crept into your bedroom quietly, pulling the blankets you had kicked onto the ground up and over your body, turning the lights off.

He sighed, grabbing the broom and sweeping up the glass from the broken plate, and throwing it away. He put everything back in its place, even vacuuming the carpet so it was nice and soft when you woke up.

He was just finishing wiping down the counters when he heard you coming out of the bedroom. He turned his head to see you waddling towards him, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

"Touya?" you murmured, looking up at him "What are you doing here?"

"I live here too, y'know, it's only natural I come here in my free time," he explained. He felt your arms wrap around him, face pressing into his back.

"Warm..." your voice was soft, and he had to stop himself from burying his face into his arms to escape from the pure ball of cuteness that was hugging him. "Wanna cuddle."

He glanced over his shoulder at you, finding you staring up at him with a pout on your face, oh yeah you were definitely in 'smol mode' as he sometimes called it.

"Wanna cuddle, hm? Sorry baby you gotta wait until I'm finished cleaning."

"Nooooooo" you whined, slowly sliding down his body until you were clutching his leg. "Want cuddles!"

"Just let me fini-"

"Do that later! Cuddles now!"

Dabi chuckled, pressing a hand to his face.

"I can't- I just can't you're too cute like this." He shook his head, laughing now. "Okay fine, I'll cuddle you ya clingy lil baby~"

"Yayyy!" you were on your feet a moment later, arms in the air, giggling "I wanna wear your coat!" you pointed at his jacket, and he chuckled again, shrugging it off his shoulders and flinging it onto your back, helping your arms into the sleeves that were just a little too big for your body.

He pressed his lips against your forehead, looking down at you, he only saw pure love and admiration staring back up at you.

He had to protect this little bundle of joy in his life, this human that made him feel so happy, he would never let anything bad happen to you. When you were big again, he'd ask you what happened, and he'd make sure you'd call him if you were ever stressed.

But he did like the adorable faces you made when you were little.

Keigo Takami/Hawks-

He's a pro hero, he's done his research; so he knows what 'little space' is before he meets you.

But I can promise the commission probably made it seem like something gross, but you're his partner, he knows you're not some horrible person, so maybe he understands age regression wrong.

So.

Many.

Questions.

Like constant questions- it almost feels like he's interrogating you, like seriously it's getting old, Keigo

But he's so precious you kind of have to answer his questions.

Like Dabi, he finds you acting little to be the most adorable thing in the world, sometimes he leaves kid's stuff around the house hoping to trigger your little space so he can hold you and play with you.

He thinks of it as practice for when the two of you have children

The one day Keigo has off, to regrow his wings, all he really wants to do it sleep. Just lay in bed, wrapped up in his blankets and just dream and nap and snore and do nothing.

But little ole you had other plans.

"Keigooooooooo!"

The blonde bird boy shot upright in bed upon hearing your distressed call. He sped down the hall into the living room, panicked, only to find you sitting on the carpet with a box of crayons next to you, a coloring book open, page half filled in.

You looked up at Keigo with wide tear-filled eyes, shakily holding up the blue crayon snapped in half. Your lower lip quivered as you whimpered.

"I-it broke!" you cried, "I'm sorry it broke, Kei!" Keigo melted on the spot, slightly annoyed that you woke him up for something so small, but also-

Holy fuck you were just the cutest thing in the world.

He hoped your only stress would forever be broken crayons.

"It's okay, Y/n, things break sometimes, you're not in trouble." he cooed, sitting down next to you and patting your head.

"But- but it broke!" you exclaimed, sniffling

"It still functions though, doesn't it?" He scooched the coloring book closer to you, and you pressed the pointed end of the crayon against the paper, coloring the smiling puppy dog's nose blue.

You lit up, a bright smile spreading across your face, you cheered, bouncing up and down and hugging Keigo.

"It still works! It still works, Kei!" he giggled, holding you close to his body and enjoying the way you laughed.

"That's right! There's nothing that can't be resolved!" He pressed a kiss to your cheek, but couldn't hold himself back from attacking your entire face with little kisses.

"Keiiii noooo that tickles!" you giggled, pushing at him gently.

"One more? Please, baby?" he pleaded, pouting a little.

"Okiii!" you sat up, pressing your lips to his, pulling back with a laugh. "Can I have a juice box?"

"Of course," Keigo's face softened, you were just too precious, too cute, to perfect.

He really did hope the only thing you'd ever worry about was the crayon.

[dilukha]

Here I see a countless "how herbivores are opressed" and "how carnivores are opressed posts, and while usually they get uncomfortably too close to paralleling each to a real instance of opression (i see herbivores' opression compared to gender and carnivores to race a lot, for instance), which is not really possible due to the nature of herbivore/carnivore dynamics in the actual text, i do largely agree with a lot of the points. However, a thing I really dislike is how in these posts the struggles of one side are always used to negate the struggles of the other. I don't actually think the point of the manga is "are herbivores or carnivores the ones who have it worse", but rather how these conflicts clash in a way that pushes society's entire narrative.

I think one of the best things about Beastars is how it allows us to analyze some things about our on society without being a complete parallel to it, and how it presents the unique perspectives of each of the characters. In every one of them, we are shown how society at large has affected their sense of self-worth and put them into a box.

For carnivores, their opression is largely focused on society's refusal of adapting to their needs and forcing them into submission to create a more friendly and palatable image. Not only meat-eating instincts are incredibly hard to supress, specially under emotional turmoil or stress, but they're even asked to literlly hide their fangs and claws. I think Riz is the character that represents that opression in the best way. The society he lives in is simply not made for him (breaking things is not unusual), but instead of large-scale adaptation process that help make bears' lives easier, they're forced to take pills with terrible physical AND psychological side-effects that don't even solve the problem to its full extent. Easy solutions that don't account for the roots of each problem are an emblem of the narrative. That's true in the case of bears but it softly extends to every other carnivore, who live in fear of hurting or even killing the very second control is lost, which is something society at large completely fails to adress.

On the other hand, herbivores are characterized by their fear of dying. And it really isn't too prejudiced, it's a completely real and justified fear. You are as likely to be killed by a random carnivore in the street as you are to be killed by a carnivore that actively likes you and enjoys your company. There's no winning scenario other than mantaining your distance. And while it's true that some herbivores have a superior class standing, that goes mostly to middle-sized ones like deer and horses. Small herbivores have none of that privilege, and their lives are seen as expendable - especially in the case of Haru, who is one of the best herbivore narratives imo. There's also the fact that society puts most of their worth in their bodies, both sexually (like Cosmo, who is seeked out by carnivores for that exact reason) and as products (like the cows being exploited for their milk). As a result, specially small herbivores rarely have any authority at all.

I think the best way to explain how their opression goes both sides is with predation cases. Let's take Tem's death for example. His death is manufactured by the media to spread fear-mongering and vitriol against carnivores, and carnivores close to the incident are much more likely to receive bad treatment. However, this doesn't actually come with any benefit to herbivores. The authorities made zero effort to actually investigate Tem's death. Riz did absolutely nothing to actually clean up the scene or his tracks and even Pina acknowledges that catching him should have been ridiculously easy, yet they did nothing. The incident was used to increase conflict between species without addressing the root causes of it.

And it's seen time and time again. The mayor refuses to do anything about Haru being *literally* kidnapped and having her life in danger simply because it might put his image and management under a bad light. Yahya uses his power and influence to get what he wants (cough murder juice), and what he actually does for society (catching criminals) doesn't actually do anything to solve the root causes of those issues, because conflict benefits him. It is "those in power" who can feed from the vitriol in society. And "those in power" cannot be pinned on one or the other either, because just as the company owners with influence over the economy are mostly herbivores, the police who violently enforce society's rules and enjoy positions of power are carnivores.

That's why I don't think that what it is to be taken from the manga is as easy as "carnivores are the most opressed" or "herbivores are the most opressed", but rather "carnivores' and herbivores' opression is used to manufacture conflict in a way that benefits those in power and perpetuates the status quo".