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[jinnie-ret]

fuckfuckfuckfick I LOVE YOU GIYS SM YOURE ALL SO CUTIE AND I LUV ITTTT

@kai-lee08 @skzoologist @atinyniki @writingforstraykids

[aliennopossumm]

hi :3

HELLO BELOVED :3:3:3

[dreadsuitsamus]

Will | Vegeta x Reader |

author's note: this is for the always lovely @miss-taura! i hope you're starting to feel better, or that you start getting better quickly!! rest and hydrate 🩷

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: saiyan!reader, illness, mentions of death, mentions of frieza doing frieza things

Anxiety clings to Vegeta's stomach as he marches to your room on the Frieza station— you weren't at dinner tonight. It's unlike you, unlike any Saiyan warrior, and worry nags the Prince to his bones.

Of the Saiyans left, you're certainly his favorite. The bar is low, with your competition being Nappa and the Radish-boy, but you're still quite the cut above them. And your lack of presence is irritating, rude, and above all worth a princely tantrum.

Pounding on your door, his patience is too worn thin to properly wait for an answer. You haven't responded with the half second between his harsh knocks, so obviously he's got every single right to invite himself in. It's dark but his scouter clearly marks your exact position in your bed, and he hears your soft groan as the light from the hall floods in.

"What the hell, 'Geets?" Congestion plagues your sinuses, and a fever leaves you with harsh shivers as you glare at Vegeta with blurry eyes.

Vegeta scoffs and narrows his eyes as he steps further in, kicking the door shut behind him. "More like what the hell is up with you. You skipped dinner."

You cough into your shirt, flopping down pathetically onto your pillow. "I'm not hungry."

"A Saiyan is always hungry." Vegeta's arms cross over his broad chest as he tilts his head— he's not sure if he's ever seen you sick, or anybody else on this ship, for that matter.

A cold trickle of fear suddenly drips down his spine; Frieza certainly would find no use in nursing any of his army back to health, and absolutely wouldn't tolerate a particular bug spreading amongst the force.

He can't lose you like this.

Too tired to argue with him, you wave a hand in Vegeta's general direction. "Leave me be, 'Geets."

Vegeta nearly growls— you're far too uncaring. Do you have a death wish? He storms out of the room and you're far too ill to wonder what's gotten into him before another terrible coughing fit assaults you again.

Your consciousness fades in and out, though the next time you come to for longer than mere seconds, it's at Vegeta's shaking of your shoulder. His touch isn't particularly gentle, the rare occurrence never really is, but you can feel his effort of holding back. "Mmm…?"

"Sit up and eat, and take this too." A platter from the dining hall sits on the nightstand beside your bed, and a small caplet is flicked your way.

"Where did you find medicine?" Throat scratchy and burning at even breathing, a soft cough follows your question.

"It matters not. Just use it."

So he broke an international law somewhere, got it.

Your legs rub together unconsciously, begging the resulting friction for warmth. A Saiyan rarely feels so chilled, but it's as if you're iced to your very bones. Vegeta's jaw ticks and he doesn't put much thought into the why before he's stripped off a glove and pressed the back of his rarely-revealed hand against your forehead. His memories of his mother are frighteningly fading, but that is one of the few that holds strong and he can clearly remember of his late mother. He was young and felt awful for perhaps the first time in his life, and her gentle hand measuring his fever did wonders as a cure compared to all the bedrest and tonics.

Your watery eyes meet with Vegeta's as he moves to touch each cheek, his knuckles dragging along your skin and bumping over your nose. Eyes guarded, he turns his head and pulls back his palm. "You're running a fever. Eat now, and take the medicine. You're to be cured by tomorrow, understand?"

This motherfucker is giving my illness orders!

Opting for a dumb nod, your attention focuses on what he's brought you. Nothing too capable of potentially upsetting your stomach, it's easy to devour even with your fatigue crawling back by the second and the shivering from your fever slowly icing you more and more. You can hardly even notice Vegeta's too-quiet demeanor as he stares a hole into the carpeted floor, though to not see such a stoic side of the rather bratty, barbarous man that typically wears a smile of evil would be impossible.

"Done." Voice hardly capable of more than a whisper now, you set the plate aside and, large pill laid out on your tongue, finish off the first of the gallons of water he's thoughtfully provided you.

"Rest." His order is swift and gruff as he turns to leave, but your voice, quiet and unsure, calls for him to linger just a bit longer.

"T-Thank you, V-Vegeta." The tremors of your body are harsh enough to make your teeth audibly clash together, and the thin blanket wrapped around you couldn't possibly be enough to dispel this fever.

Breaking the fever will allow the medicine to work, and a little sigh pulls from his lips. You certainly always manage to break down a barrier he places, and usually it's fully unintentional and unknowing. But he cannot lose the last woman in his life, the last of the Saiyan race, and that's what has him stripping to his underwear and climbing into bed with you.

"'Geets…"

"Speak not a word further. Rest." He grumbles and unravels your wrapped form, inserting himself under the blanket with you. The heat radiating from him nearly makes your head spin as you grab the Prince's body despite how unbecoming this all is. The touch of his body isn't exactly foreign, though it certainly is in the manner of comfort rather than the training you've always known.

Vegeta's hold is tight. It's his duty as your Prince to keep you alive, though the warming of his cheeks when he gets a glimpse of your sleeping face suggests to himself it may not be as noble as he wishes.

[tobiasdrake]

love your db analysis posts! i'd love to hear your thoughts on ultimate gohan, if you have any. between him having little to no reaction to finding out everyone on earth is dead, and randomly letting gotenks fight buu instead of himself, he did not seem to be the same character at all to me, and iirc even piccolo says so, i just... find it hard to believe a non-rage-triggered power-up would do that to him.

Much like Android 16, I do wonder if there were more plans for Ultimate Gohan that wound up being scrapped by the shift in narrative direction.

We're first introduced to the concept of Ultimate Gohan as the Elder Kaioshin is explaining his abilities.

Gohan's dormant power has long been a recurring attribute of his character. In fact, this isn't the first time he's had an elderly sage draw out his dormant power.

Teaching him to draw out and control his dormant abilities was (stealthily) part of Goku's training with him. That Gohan was finally starting to make it his own and tap into his true ki is the reason for why he was repeatedly unimpressed by Goku's abilities.

Gohan didn't even realize it, but through his mastery of the Super Saiyan, he'd also begun to take control of and internalize the tremendous ki he'd always had stored away in him. And as he came into his own ki, what he could sense of Goku's ki proportional to his own didn't make sense to him.

Super Saiyan 2 was, then, the culmination of Gohan's development. His full power, channeled through the Super Saiyan and its amplifying effects - both for better and, uh, for worse.

But it's been seven years and Gohan's been indulging in his true love of academia, in accordance with the agreement Goku and Chi-Chi made about his future.

Goku may have successfully escaped having to get a job by conveniently dying at the last possible second, but Gohan's future is set on a course. He's going to be an academic. It's what Chi-Chi wants for him, and it's what Gohan wants for himself; Even Goku acknowledges that.

Seven years of rigorous study and zero martial arts practice later, Gohan isn't the guy anymore. In fact, examining just how much Gohan isn't the guy anymore is the whole point of his fight with Dabra.

Goku eyeballs Dabra as being roughly around Cell's power. This allows Dabra to serve as a yardstick for Gohan, so we understand what it means for him when he fails to measure up.

Gohan that was a Zanzoken/Afterimage. Nobody even does those anymore. They became obsolete after ki-sensing was normalized, because everyone can now easily sense which "image" is the real one. The one other time we saw a Zanzoken return post-23rd Tenkaichi Budokai, it was against Frieza, who can't sense ki.

Dabra is mocking you right now. He legit thinks you're so shitty at martial arts that you'll fall for this amateur-hour guff. And he's right.

I kinda feel Geets here. If I had to watch my last chance to ever fight my rival get wasted on this, I'd be losing my mind too. He fucking fell for a Zanzoken; Can I just take over already?

So. Yeah. Full Power Gohan isn't a thing anymore. He can still tap into the form - and for some inexplicable reason so can Goku and Vegeta - but this is no longer Peak Potential. Which is where the Elder Kaioshin comes in.

This is a classic formula of Dragon Ball. We've seen it in the RRA, Piccolo, Saiyan, Namek (twice!), and Android arcs. First, Goku gets the shit kicked out of him - sometimes even to the point of being presumed dead.

While the surviving cast members scurry about trying to find a way to face the bad guy, Goku - sometimes unbeknownst to them, sometimes not - is recovering and preparing to come back stronger than ever. This typically takes the form of some sort of godly trial or ordeal guaranteed to make him stronger than ever.

Then, at the 11th hour when all else has failed and all hope is lost, Goku makes his return to have one last epic battle for the fate of the world/universe/cosmos.

This is the Dragon Ball formula. Has been since the day the Four-Star Dragon Ball saved Goku's life from a lethal Dodonpa. Of course, getting Gohan back up to speed isn't going to be enough, since Majin Buu in his weakest form was able to do this to our Cell-adjacent yardstick.

I wonder what Dabra Cookie tastes like? I imagine it's like the wafer part of a Keebler cookie. Sugary and nice on its own but better with fudge.

So. Yeah. If Gohan's going to throw hands with Buu, he's going to need more than the power he fought Cell with. Fortunately, that's the Elder's specialty, and what makes this different than that other time Gohan had his dormant power drawn out.

That's right, we're limit-breaking again. Not the limits of human ability, the limits of Saiyan ability, or even the limits of Super Saiyan ability; We're limit-breaking Gohan specifically. Elder Kaioshin's abilities can not only draw out Gohan's full dormant ability but push it beyond Gohan's natural limits.

Full Power Gohan? Nah. This is Limit-Breaker Gohan. Not his full potential; Beyond his potential. Something entirely different from the Super Saiyan, but similar enough that he doesn't require much alternative instruction.

Kinda feels like a thing that shouldn't be able to exist, to be honest. After all the time that's been put into things like the strain of the Kaio-ken on a body, the effects of Frieza having power beyond his limits, or even what trying to use Super Saiyan 3 in a mortal body does to Goku in this very arc.

The idea of Gohan channeling ki beyond his limits seems like it should have some drawbacks, doesn't it? We do get some hints that something's weird about Gohan's new power. Piccolo can't even recognize his ki signature in this state.

This form is doing some weird shit to his ki. And, as Piccolo notes, Gohan's harder now. Gohan is here to take care of business, and nothing is going to get in his way.

But. Then. The switch happens. Suddenly, Gohan is no longer the protagonist and we need a way for Majin Buu to suddenly be too much for Gohan to handle. So we go from this:

To this:

In the span of two chapters. All so that Buu can ass-pull a brand new ability that's never once been mentioned before even though Kaioshin will later cop to having seen him do it twice, that will instantly make Ultimate Gohan stop being a solution to this problem two chapters after his debut.

A plan that, in fact, he began putting into place one chapter after Ultimate Gohan's debut. Never in the history of Dragon Ball has a brand new form or ability been obsoleted this quickly.

And then Gohan was basically thrown in the dumpster and this was never spoken of again, with Ultimate Gohan just becoming his new Strongest Transformation in follow-up products. You can feel the climactic final act being aggressively aborted around him, in favor of Goku and Vegeta's third act.

Hell, at one point, Goku even suggests bringing in Gohan to fight Pure Buu. Y'know. Since Ultimate Gohan is the strongest in the universe and all that. But Vegeta nopes it.

No explanation offered. He's just like, "That's not the plot anymore; Try to keep up, Kakarot." To be fair, Goku had a chance to bring Gohan into this too. They're both aggressively elbowing Gohan out of the spotlight here.

Mad disrespect.

[flannelepicurean]

Headcanon: Vegeta has a tattoo.

It's a tramp stamp of a strawberry vine, very cute, blossoms and berries and everything.

This came to be because he had entirely too many tequila at a bar one time and some folkses explained to him what a tramp stamp is.

So he staggered to the nearest tattoo shop and kicked down the door like, "GIVE ME THE MARK OF SEXUAL PROWESS!"

And then when they finally got his goblin ass outta there because he destroyed their door and is Not Allowed, he staggered to the next one and merely banged open the door like, "GIVE ME THE MARK OF SEXUAL PROWESS! I'm gonna show that Earth woman exactly what..." And then lit up with inspiration and was like, "Make it a STRAWBERRY! She'll go mad with desire, it'll work like a charm..."

Lying there half conscious on the table, giggling at his own genius for psychological warfare.

(And of course, later on when Goku was like, "Geets, why do you have a tramp stamp?" and Vegeta explained it to him in the most condescending fashion possible, Goku, in true sibling fashion, called Bulma up and was like, "Hey Beebz, do you know what's up with Vegeta's tattoo?")

(And there is ZERO shaming him about it, either. Not that there are no attempts, it's just Not Possible, due to his interpretation of the concept, which, 💯. Go 'head on, Short King. But f'real, if somebody's like, "Heh-heh-heh, hey VEGETA, is that a TRAMP STAMP?! heh-heh-heh," he's just like, "Yup, I fucks like you wouldn't believe, peasant. Didn't u read the stamp? Now get out my way 'fore I tramp yo ass, fool.")

[nutscentedalien]

Let’s Talk About Majin Vegetables

I started writing this as a joke but kept going since it let my brain avoid thinking about god damn TROMBONES for one freaking moment.

Alright, let’s talk about Majin Vegeta. At a glance our boy seems like a painfully generic angry asshole without any substance or is “meaningless” but I disagree! Here’re some thoughts on what was probably going on in that ENORMOUS FOREHEAD.

Struggles with Motivation

After Kakarot died to Cell, Vegeta lost the motivation to fight. He flies off alone after saying: “I am no warrior, I’ll never fight again”.

Genuinely a sad moment for poor Geets. Of course he eventually kept training but it wasn’t the same. With Kakarot gone, his title of being the greatest Saiyan, his birthright, the only thing driving him, is impossible. Kakarot has permanently stolen it from him (since there’ll never be a fight to regain that title from him again). He probably now only trains to literally pass the time and doesn’t feel inspired.

Identity Issues

Even if he’s becoming a better person he might struggle with feeling like it. Even being domesticated and not killing anymore he doesn’t feel like he can ever fit in with the rest of the ‘Z Fighters’ (except for Piccolo, I always thought they should be better friends! But they’re both terrible at being social so it’ll never happen) or his family because of the unforgivable things he’s done in the past. Instead he embraces them, thinking “I’M NOT INNOCENT”! Feeling more comfortable thinking that, since it doesn’t feel like hiding anything or making excuses for what he’s done.

Even though it might be better than working for Frieza, he’s probably tired of trying to acclimate to Earth and being the only one of his kind left. Yeah Kakarot and the kids are Saiyans by blood but they don’t share his culture, he’s the only one. Also his tail was cut off! The only real visual difference he had from Humans. He might feel an obligation to be the most Saiyan-y Saiyan (violent & bloodthirsty) since the rest aren’t. Besides, he is the pRiNce of aLL sAiYanS and feels like he can’t let himself lose that part of himself.

Mental Strength

Geets might not be the strongest but he’s definitely got mental strength. He’s gotten his ass kicked again and again and has shown how much of a complete stubborn asshole he can be. He’s used to taking orders and working under stronger powers (his King/father and of course Freiza) and using it to his own benefit or just outright defying them. Vegeta knows that agreeing to Babidi’s Majin powers doesn’t mean he’ll have to submit to him. His willpower is stronger and he’s willing to bet on it. This also makes sense why Babidi didn’t take over Vegeta, Vegeta LET Babidi do it. I bet if he actually didn’t want the Majin powers he could have fought it off.

Majin as a Vice

Back to the motivation problem, he jumps at the chance to fight Kakarot again when it seems like he’ll have the chance at the Tenkaichi Tournament. It’s been 7 YEARS. But, on the day of the tournament, even before fighting him, Vegeta can sense that Kakarot has gained more power than him in the otherworld. At the same time, he learns about Babidi’s Majin powers. This is his ONLY CHANCE to kill Kakarot and of course he makes the reckless choice.

Very on brand for Geets, when cornered he makes AWFUL choices. Remember when he fought Kakarot for the first time? And his ego was bruised because Kakarot, some lowly 3rd class nobody, was able to land a few good hits on him, the PRINCE, and Vegeta decided to just blow up the entire planet (which probably would have killed himself too if it hit!). He’s very intelligent but this isn’t a man who’s calm under pressure.

Also Vegeta felt like he’d perform better if he could let himself be his asshole self again. He went so long without having the motivation to truly fight (7 YEARS!) and now that his chance is here he’s pushing aside everything he considered made him “weak” or unmotivated and knows that the Majin powers would help him do that. Having finally overcome his motivation problems he’s diving head (forehead!) first.

Between that and accepting the Majin powers this guy’s got freaking vices, but they DO work and dude is absolutely having a FANTASTIC time. “I have to say…it feels PRETTY GOOD.”

Besides feeling “pretty good”, he’s also LOOKING “pretty good” with the free ~*eyeliner*~ included in the Majin power package.

Notice me!!

When Kakarot has his 1 day on Earth his attention is split, he wants to visit friends, fight in the tournament, eat food, visit his family and then maybe fight Vegeta—in that order. Vegeta’s not his priority. Geets is DESPERATE for senpai to notice him. Also it’s destroying this boy’s very fragile ego that he even has to earn Kakarot’s attention and it’s only adding to his already monumental ire for this man. And especially once he notices Kakarot has surpassed his strength, he realizes he HAS to take the Majin powers to get this bastard to focus on him. Also…the eyeliner can’t hurt, right?

Learning the cost of vices and healthier ways of being motivated

When finally fighting Kakarot he realizes that even though he’s getting what he wants (sort of��) he’s royally fucked up his family in a shit ton of ways and allowed Buu to be revived which just adds to the fucked up things he’s done to his family and everyone else (the world…maybe even the galaxy lol). Motivation to save them is now powerful enough to let him let go of needing to kill Kakarot (at least for now). Also as much as he wants to fight Kakarot it’s both distracting and impossible to ignore Buu at this point.

I ADORE that on their way to see Buu, Vegeta tricks Kakarot and knocks him out. It’s a little treat for himself. Yes he does it so he can face Buu alone and steal that glory, but I like to think he also did it because he just COULDN’T FUCKING RESIST. It’s not beating him but it’s SOMETHING.

Instead of earning his title as the greatest Saiyan by killing Kakarot he instead emulates him

Just like when Kakarot saved everyone by sacrificing himself to Cell, Vegeta realizes he can at least tie Kakarot for that by doing the same with Buu. Also he probably feels like shit after realizing he’s fucked things up and hopes this might atone for that at least a bit (not much, dude still goes to hell lmao). It’s still sort of a selfish action, but at least he’s also doing it for others. Dude has got to start somewhere. It’s not until after he’s brought back to life that he’s able to actually atone for the shit he’s done (at least in Porunga’s eyes) by admitting Kakarot is the best and he’s happy for him, intentionally getting beat up in order to give Kakarot the time to save the day, and not even caring if he dies in order to kill Buu (again).

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Or maybe all of this is bullshit and dude is just an asshole going through an especially bad mid-life crisis that no amount of push-ups, sit-ups or even juice can fix.

[chameli]

top 5 kareena kapoor movies!

I love this question! 💕

Asoka (2001) - The fact that this film released the same year as K3G with Kareena playing drastically different characters blows my mind. The girl can act. She was amazing as Kaurwaki and I loved the minimal makeup look (I would always do my eyeliner like hers lol). I think Kareena held her own against SRK and their chemistry was on fire. Plus she looked amazing in the songs. Her introduction scene? Iconic. One thing I really love about Kareena is how well she can emote with just her eyes, especially in the Raat Ka Nasha song. Like, I could literally feel her longing. Also the scene where Asoka was teaching her how to use a sword rewired my brain. The sexual tension 🫠

Jab We Met (2007) - In my opinion, this film is the closest you can get to perfection. It still feels fresh even after all these years and I would definitely recommend it to anyone looking to get into Bollywood. Kareena truly shined as Geet and I loved her character development throughout the film. And who can forget her iconic "I'm my favorite" dialogue? I need her confidence. She had wonderful chemistry with Shahid and I love how their relationship blossomed organically without his character expecting anything in return. I can never get tired of watching this film. The songs, outfits, cinematography, even the side characters – everything was on point!

Talaash (2012) - I love this film so much. It's dark & gritty but also very heartbreaking with an eerie vibe. Kareena looked beautiful (her outfits were sooo cute) and I think this was her best performance – very mature and restrained. Aamir & Rani were amazing but Kareena's character left me haunted. There was a gentle softness about her, but you could feel her lingering sadness whenever she appeared onscreen. I also appreciated the (non-romantic) pairing with Aamir and how he brought closure to her character.

Fida (2004) - Kareena was really good in this. I think it was the first time she played a negative role, but she looked so good while being bad. She also had the cutest shoulder length hairstyle which I loved so much, I had to copy it. Kareena & Fardeen were super hot together and I loved their chemistry. I was rooting for Fardeen to kick Shahid's ass. Those two characters (in my opinion) showed us the difference between a man vs a boy. Despite being flawed and a bit cheesy, Fida is still an enjoyable thriller with good songs and tons of drama. Also the shower scene still shocks me to this day because it was just that unexpected.

Bodyguard (2011) - Yes, I know this is technically a Salman Khan film but I watched it in theaters only for Kareena. She looked absolutely gorgeous. I loved her styling and wardrobe so much. Her intro scene was amazinggg. I also liked that they used Karisma's voice whenever Kareena's character was pretending to be the secret admirer – it was such a cute little detail. Kareena looked especially stunning in Teri Meri, though I wish they used a different male singer (no offense). I love fun masala films so much and this one is definitely up there!

put “top 5” anything in my ask and i will answer ok go

[playshrp]

kicking my geet because domeric could probably be a page / squire at a bunch of alternate places growing up to build plots with others. we make the rules here. we are the captains.

[menjamin]

kicks mt geet . kicks my feet. kicks my feet.

[silverstonewolf]

Chapter one

Dream brother

In my dreams, I see the life of another boy life it was nice it was also like having a brother, even though I live alone. Until one day, the dreams never come, I feel bad l Iost something important my work colleges noticed but didn't understand. They try to ask me out, but it only keep me happy by taking me out like friends do a bit that only helps for a little while. Because as soon as I got home and nothing was there to geet me. I simply wanted to see him again, I closed my eyes, and I suddenly felt a drop of water, I opened my eyes.

I was in the middle of a room cover in blood, I looked around to see a boy in the corner of the room. I went to the try to hello, but all that came out was a meow. I looked at myself even though it was dark, I could see my paws, I was a cat. I heard footsteps coming from outside the room and hiss at the door. Then, before the open a gaint water whale attacks the door spent the man flying at the wall hitting them unconscious. The boy picked me up and outside the room into the hallway, bumped into a girl with ginger hair and a blue school uniform she had an owl on her shoulder.

Her power was wind because she shot some wind behind us, hitting the people behind us. "Come on, we need to get out of here," she said, grabbing hold of his hand, and ran to the down flit of stairs. We bumped into a boy with a bat on his head and had white hair at the bottom of the stairs. And he was deaf because he put on a dairy that we should have gotten out the back way. He was a big man with the power of mind control, which made them get in the slave carriage. I try to snap my brother out of, it finally he snaps out of it when I bite him. I then bite the other to snap them out of it, and then I was trying to think of away out, but the problem was that we were on way near a town.

So all we could do was to wait, I wonder where we were. I heard a tape behind me. I turned around to the deaf boy who had wote down that we were in the kingdom of princetly, which was kidnapped children to be sacrificed to the king. Who was a monster in disguise? The first thing that went through my mind was that I could understand what he was written. Next was he could read mind. I was glad that I could talk to someone. But I did notice that we were to be followed. The captain was quite even in the middle of the day we were left at the castle gate, and the doors opened.

The men block the bridge to the town, so we had no choice but to walk inside. A maid took the three of us to a room say we were special guests. The other children were told to go though they were heard screaming.

We went into the room, which wasn't that big, which means we wouldn't be here for long. They went through the room to see what they could find, and my brother found my enemy a cat toy. That he put in front of me I try to resist, but in the end, I couldn't resist jumping up and down trying to catch it. After a few minutes, the maid came in with a tolley of food, which stopped the children playing to eat, which I was grateful for. But now I have found a box near the door my cat side kicks in again and I couldn't help but get inside. I was annoyed with how much I love this box. My brother laughed at me after fifteen minutes, and I finally was able to get out of the box. Then I walked to the window and jumped on to see the outside. I spotted people who had followed us and were trying to find a way in.

[huevobuevo]

GIGGLES AND KICKS MY GEET

[rphelperblog]

Chicago Med Rp Meme

inspired by @whomuses​

“What’s the difference between God and a doctor? God knows he’s not a doctor.”

“Every dumb, mean, stupid, vicious thing gets a light shown on it. The world would be a much better place, a much safer place, if people would just shut up.”

“Pride. It can literally kill you”

“People think sex is a touchy subject. Believe me, money is a lot touchier”

“You can’t erase things, but you can write over them.”

“Yeah, younger patients are the hardest. Very tough to draw a line between an actual disorder and good old fashioned adolescence.”

“Losing hope is not a sign of mental illness. It’s a sign of being human.”

“I became a doctor to save peoples lives!”

“In any case, the problem’s been resolved, and we can get back to business, saving lives, making money.”

“Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not after you.”

“Another maniac going crazy in a theater. This the world we live in?”

“Try thinking like a doctor and not like a pregnant woman.”

You have my permission to go ahead as long as you can do so safely.”

Oh my gosh. Is everyone all right?”

Nobody’s dead.”

Great. When were you going to tell me?”

Maybe I just got tired of hearing the sound of my own voice.”

You hired a nurse for a reason.”

It's my decision! And I don't appreciate you trying to recruit more soldiers to your cause.”

No, I don't want to talk to my husband directly. That's why I hired a lawyer.”

I know you judge me, but in my country I was persecuted. I had to flee.”

I'm a surgeon. Show some respect.”

Those girls would have gone to someone else. At least I know what I'm doing.”

Hate me. Hate me as much as you want, bro. But I ain't walking away til I geet your consent for the surgery.”

Stop telling me things I already know.”

That you got off the black market because you don't have a license.”

I thought you said they were trying to help.”

How long have you been an alcoholic?”

You don't beat around the bush.”

They didn't do anything wrong. They shouldn't be punished.”

we can't let this play out in the media. The court that's really going to matter is the court of public opinion.”

That's quite a look. You enjoying hitting the lanes?”

It's mostly a fashion statement, but I do enjoy rolling a ball once in a while.”

Good. One less crisis to worry about but this guy's still trying to die.”

So you're putting me in purgatory instead?”

Okay. So we're on safe ground legally. What about morally?”

You are, but we're running out of time.”

How are your 15 minutes going?”

Yep. And two vaccinated, consenting adults.”

An innocent little baby had to suffer while there are a bunch of crooks in this world who get away with everything.”

For a soldier to ask for help, for a soldier to be afraid they might be one of 'them', that they could fall apart at any second.”

I think of people like you, people who served over there. You have so much courage, but when it comes to saving yourselves...”

Poor little girl. What did she ever do to deserve this?”

Is this gonna keep happening? Is it gonna get worse?”

I would too. That's why I like it down here. I'm -- I'm not good with suffering. It's just...too much up there.”

Nice fricking move. Right on sister. I knew you were smart.”

He's given me so much. How do I ever pay that back? “

How do you know you haven't already?”

I guess we're all given our measure of suffering. God's medicine”

I promise, from now on, I'll never argue with you.”

You will be an attending, so you won't have to argue with me. You can just boss me around.”

My fear is, is that you're gonna find a way to get yourself kicked off the staff. I'm curious to see how long it'll take.”

You dope. Nobody overrules him.”

Damned if you do and damned if you don't. I admit, it's a bit of a double standard. What can I say?”

I'm pretty sure that if that were me, I'd be raked over the coals by you right now.”

It doesn't have to make sense to us. If he believed he would longer if his wounds were dressed in green bandages, then we give him green bandages.”

Oh, come on, they barely have the energy to play canasta...whatever that is.”

It's not my job to listen. I'm a doctor. It's my job to decide what's best for him. “

You know, there's a reason for that. There's this new study out, says dating can lead to marriage.”

It's just a friendly dinner.”

Wonderful, the guy enforcing the rules is the one who's always breaking them.”

I suspect it was ego more than altruism. Great surgeons know the balance. You're confident, not arrogant. I like that,”

he totally snores, but I don't mind. Oh, he does this thing where he shoots his dirty boxers into the hamper like a buzzer beater. [beat] Anyway, it's cute.”

totally snores, but I don't mind. Oh, he does this thing where he shoots his dirty boxers into the hamper like a buzzer beater. [beat] Anyway, it's cute.

And discipline? Is that a nice way of saying I'm a tight ass?”

What you're doing may be legal, but it sure as hell isn't right. “

This is an emotional process. I can understand you're upset.”

Is this a happy ending?”

you think you know better...sounds like something you'd bust my balls for.”

This is why we all worked so hard to send you to medical school? So you could keep a bunch of party animals from getting hangovers?”

You've got to be kidding me. Ginger Spice is our doctor!”

Some idiot in supply added a zero to my order, so instead of four dozen, I...”

I always kind of envied the kids who went to church. You know, they were part of something. It's like they had their own tribe.

Oh, family drama, now you're in my wheelhouse!

You're family. We rise and fall together.

Only as often as the state requires.

So they ever give you guys breaks?

Then again, how many jobs are there where you literally get to save lives? 

Hey, take it from a former alter boy. Baptism's a piece of cake. A lot easier than a bris.

But I'm not religious. Wouldn't it be hypocritical?

Eh, think of it like a vaccination. Do it and get it over with.

Do you know the single greatest challenge that I face is trying to convince people that depression isn't a sign of weakness?

You're a good doctor. The world needs good doctors, you ass.

You don't like Chicago style popcorn? 

Mixing caramel and cheese flavors?

Sweet and salty. It's the greatest duo.

you're my brother, and I love you. But you need to grow up.

Why do you always take things out on me?

You know, when I'm faced with a snarling dog, I try to remind myself it's self-preservation that's making him show his teeth.

You don't have to show me how smart you are. And you don't have to please me. Just learn.

I've been an ass. Not just today -- since last week. Before that. I should not have yelled at you.

You? Wrong? Amazing.

Boy's will always want to be better than their fathers, which is precisely what their fathers want.

Oh, come on -- sport's the oldest form of group therapy. We yell, we scream. Testosterone spikes. Every now and then, we even get to believe in a miracle.

People do that sometimes. They sense they're at the end and they just want to die in a clean bed.

He saw something. You'll have to ask him when he wakes up.

This is not about you. This about *her* and what *she* wanted.

[step-on-me-khun]

This is my first time writing for something that isn’t ToG, please go easy on me, but still, I do requests and fics and stuff like that. I just felt compelled to write this. 

Post timeskip Kenma x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1998

Request: 6, but still open

The tension was slowly rising between the two of you. Any moments spent together were quiet and uncomfortable. It was mainly due to one comment to gave Kenma when he was gaming one night.

"You know that gaming is a big part of what I do," he said, leaning back in his gaming chair, watching the characters moving around on the screen, "just don't get too surprised about how much I spend here you'll soon get used to it,"

You weren't too bothered about the extensive amount of hours that he spent gaming, as you would also game or stream, which kind of made your relationship a little easier.

But the lack of affection or talking, in general, got to you, making you sadder with every day. Sure, you shared a bed, but it wasn't enough for you. It was lonely, and you wanted to feel love and validation from him.

It was easy to understand his words, but it was also easy for you to feel emotionally withdrawn from him too. It was supposed to be a relationship between the two of you, something that made you happy. You loved him, but it felt more like his game were his main priority.

--

You were the only one in bed. The dark and lonely room only helped to make you feel even more forgotten and alone. The silence made you feel sick inside and made you desperate for Kenma to find you, to tell you just how much he loved and adored you.

Looking up at the ceiling, your eyes threatened to cry. Were you overreacting by crying? No, this wasn't you overreacting. He was your world. It didn't matter how long you would game for, your mind would instantly think of him whenever you were halfway through your game.

Tears spilt from your orbs, you close your eyes and try to stop your thoughts from overwhelming you.

Your arm moved over your face, wiping the tears away from your eyes. It was twenty minutes to midnight. You looked outside to the moon and the stars, picturing just how much better they looked in real life than in any game.

Moving the blanket away from your body, you shifted your legs off the bed. You stood up slowly, not wanting to move too quickly to avoid getting dizzy.

The lack of communication between the two of you was driving you crazy. It wasn't too much to ask of him to just put down the damn video game controller and spend some time with you, was it?

You walk towards the door and out of the room, geet leading you to where you knew Kenma would be. The whole house was dark, very little light was shining anywhere, but you could tell where he was, a stream of light peeking out from under one of the doors.

Little noise was heard as you stood beside the door, listening closely to anything and everything. He was good with his hands, that's what you would expect from someone like him, being both a promising volleyball player and a decent gamer, too.

He knew you were there, listening, but decided to just stay silent.

Your hand slowly opens the door, revealing him to you. His eyes never strayed away from the screen he was staring into.

Your vision was clouded by the tears that were still building up in your eyes. The only thing that startled him was the sound of you sniffling and sobbing lightly. His mood changed, but it wasn't enough for you to noticed.

Your feet brought you closer to him, leading you up to his gaming chair. You were compelled to place your hands over his eyes.

"Not now," he complains.

"I need to get something off my chest," you sob.

"Can't you just give me a few minutes so I can beat this level?"

It was both heartbreaking and infuriating. Anger burned inside you, running away would be a good option for you at the moment, but you didn't want to leave without saying what you wanted to say.

"How long do you think you'll be?" You ask sadly.

His eyes quickly glance at you, capturing a glance at your red face.

"Not long, just give me a few seconds," he replies, the tips of his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he concentrated on the last few steps his character took.

He saved his process quickly, sighing as he turned the game off. You didn't want him to be mad at you, but you also wouldn't forgive yourself if you walked away now.

"What is it?" He asks.

Your heart almosts sinks again, your emotions almost getting too much as he sits in front of you, looking as if nothing was wrong at all.

"I don't know how much longer I can deal with this," you sob.

"You knew that being with me would be difficult,"

"I know," you say, rubbing the tears from your eyes, "I just thought you'd come and find me, tell me that I'm more important than any character in any of your games. I love you, and I feel so alone,"

"I am sorry you feel that way,"

"Maybe it would be better if I left," you turn around and walked out of the room, leaving your boyfriend shocked on his gaming chair.

If any sense was in his mind, he would run after you. You quietly sobbed as you guided your way back to your room.

Opening the door to your room, you quickly move back towards the bed, falling onto it and wrapping the blanket around you.

It felt like the world was crumbling around you, and it was all because both of you were diehard gamers. You knew just how much gaming impacted his life, it was like that with you, but you never let it get to the point where it ran your life.

Your loud sobs continued as you lay on the bed, your body covered by the blanket, hands clutching at it.

The bed sunk beside you as you cried, which you felt. The sound of rustling caught your attention as your cries halted for a moment.

It was Kenma, he had come to for no reason other than what you had said to him before.

"You're not going to leave me, are you?" Kenma asks, his hand pulling on the blanket that covered you.

You were hesitant to give him a proper response. The blanket was pulled slowly off you. His eyes looking down at the floor.

You sat up, your face still red from the tears.

"I don't know," you say hoarsely.

He moves quickly, pushing you back onto the bed, hands pinning yours to the bed.

"Kenma what're you-" you start but was disrupted by his mouth pressing harshly onto yours.

His eyes were closed, but it took you a couple of seconds for you to respond and close your own eyes, melting into his kiss.

Physical contact with him wasn't common. Sure, cuddles and hugs were something that happens a lot between the two of you, but kisses and small stuff like caressing each other's faces was something that was a little on the rare side.

You slowly slide your hands away from his and instantly your arms found their way around his neck, your fingers tangling themselves in his locks.

"I'm sorry if I don't make you feel loved enough," he confesses as he pulls away from you.

You turn your head away from him, "I'm sorry too, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that,"

His hands take hold of the hem of his hoodie, pulling it and the t-shirt below it above his head and tossing somewhere in the room.

You knew what he was after, and you weren't going to deny him of it. There was so much tension between the two of you, and it was something that would eventually be released.

He moves down to your top, pulling it quickly off you, exposing your chest to him and the cool air.

You gasp as his lips touch yours again. It had been a little while since you had been this intimate with him, and you desperately didn't want to let go of him.

Your fingers lightly press on his lower stomach, tracing their way down to his tracksuit bottoms. You tug on the waistband a bit before pulling them and his boxers down, his erection springing free from the fabric.

He continues to kiss you as he kicks off his remaining clothes.

You were just in a pair of panties now, which his fingers had already looped around. He releases you from the kiss, moving to the side so that you could remove your pantied yourself.

He hovers over you again, his hand gently cups your neck, thumb on your mouth. He liked being like this with you, his rough hands would grab you anywhere, waiting for a reaction from you. It was like he was playing a level of one of his games, he liked conquering you like he would one of his game.

"Kenma," you moan, snapping him out of his thoughts.

His hands moved under your knees, pulling your legs up. Your eyes looked into each other as he lined himself up with your entrance.

Your lips were captured quickly as he plunged into you, gasping into his mouth as he moved roughly inside you.

Your fingers quickly found his hair again, pulling his mouth more onto yours as your bodies collided.

He was pretty damn hard to read at times, particularly when you were at it. If he was feeling lazy, then he'd just let you set your own pace or speed. But that wasn't to say that he wasn't overly gentle with you, because it was kinda rare that he was.

The more you got intimate with him, the more you realized just how rough he could be with you. His hands would roam you while you were kissing, or grab on tightly to your legs or neck. It was like there was a little bit of a sadist inside him, which was something you didn't think he had in him. It must've been all those games that he had lost and got upset about.

Your back arched up as his pace continued to speed up, your chest meeting his.

His hands reach for yours and pin them bot down onto the bed. The looks you would give him were enough of a reason for him to speed up, as well as the beautiful moans that would leave your mouth.

"Oh, my god," you moan silently, "Kenma,"

His head hides in the crook of your neck.  

Your vision blurred as you felt a knot starting to form in your stomach.

"Oh, fuck," you moan, your hands grabbing onto his.

He knew you were close, letting out small groans and hisses as your walls clench around him.

You could feel his breath against your neck, every groan and hiss he let out vibrated on your skin.

"Kenma," you cry loudly as you release onto him, your grip on his hands tightening more as you came.

Your eyes stared up, seeing nothing but the darkness that had coated the room around you.

"I do love you, you know that, right?" You heard him say softly. It caught you a little off guard.

"Maybe I overreacted," you say.

"No, you didn't,"

You smile, your hands slide away from his again and held him close to you.

"I love you too, gamer boy,"

"I like it when we're like this," his lips place a kiss on your sternum as he pulls out, then lays his head on your chest again, listening to your heartbeat.

You giggle at him, "so do I,"

Your fingers find his hair once again, but instead of pulling on his strands, your nails slightly scratch against his scalp. He like you playing with his hair.

[risingsouls]

@regulus-regent​ asked: For Geets and Nabs: Amuse me

Drabble Prompts || Open!

[I know you sent two but I’m just going to post them separate because this was too damn cute and I wanna post it NOW]

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about one character trying to cheer another up.

Vegeta never excelled in areas that required a…softer touch. Physically, verbally, emotionally. He was a warrior bred for battle, for conquering and destruction. A prince raised to rule an entire race of the same and, perhaps, the universe with an iron fist. Drastic life changes had not altered that, but it did have a way of reminding him of this fact far more often than he was used to. And it often required him to assess with more consideration which problems required more finesse and patience over blasting it to oblivion and moving on.

Nabooru, he found over the years, fell into that category. Irksome as it could be. But, of all the people on the planet–in the vast universe, perhaps–she was on of the miniscule few whose company he tolerated and even enjoyed. Thus, the idea of running her off with his cruelty and callousness (which she brushed off anyway) or his stubborn, closed off nature like he would anyone else didn't appeal to him. In fact, the thought of her absence had a tendency to bother him.

The changes he noted in her were subtle, easy to overlook amidst her practiced and near perfected skill of maintaining the status quo to keep those who would prod her on the matter off the trail. But Vegeta was observant and had the advantage of spending day and night with her, witnessing her routine and getting to know her more intimately than anyone else. When he first noticed the oddities–skipping training session, skimping on her beauty regimen she painstakingly perfected, less teasing and jokes, lackluster laughter when she managed it, more naps, worse insomnia, instigating sex less, the sighing and letting her charade lapse when she thought he wasn't looking–he thought it was simply a bad few days. 

But then it went beyond a few days and stretched to a week. And when she never spoke of whatever bothered her on her own as she usually would, Vegeta began the ill-fated attempts to find the source of her trouble. Inquiries, blunt as they were, met with falsely cheery dismissals and insistence that she was fine and she would "correct" whatever behavior she thought had brought on the concern. He wasn't charismatic enough to lure her into talking about her woes through conversation, and she always swung the topic back onto him or something else before he realized what happened. He would even try to bring up a specific moment of her moping, looking as though she was close to tears, and she always found an excuse. He tried stupid jokes, flirting, taking her to her favorite places. Tactics that worked. But only temporarily.

That day, she left the house early after their morning training for some modeling gig for a sports magazine, leaving the prince to his own devices. Frustrated with how low her mood remained, with his own failed attempts to help her return it to normal, he was out of ideas. But who was he kidding, really? If he could barely cheer himself up, how could he truly expect to help her genuinely smile again? To laugh, and fight, and fuck with all her zeal like she used to?

He snatched the bottle of water from the fridge and kicked it shut again, the contents clanging together inside from the force. He drank tail lashing the air behind him. On top of the cabinet, he spotted a bright red book, "SIMPLE RECIPES: DESSERT EDITION" written in gold on the side. He lowered the now empty bottle and floated up to pull it down from the shelf. On the cover was a picture of a pink-frosted cake topped with strawberries. It gave him an idea.

Dropping the book on the counter, he flipped through recipes for eclairs, cupcakes, bundt cakes, and pkes until he found the recipe for the cake on the front. Strawberry Dream it was called.

Though he didn't understand it, Nabooru had quite the sweet tooth and cakes were easily her favorite. He scanned the recipe. He had never baked before. He hardly cooked. But surely he could handle this. He was a prodigy and learned quickly. Baking a cake couldn't be so hard.

He tore through the kitchen in search of each ingredient, comparing labels with the name of the ingredient in the book. He turned on the oven. He squinted at the measurements. Cups? He grabbed a cup from the cabinet. Table and teaspoons? He hadn't the slightest idea what that meant so he just filled the mixing spoon and tossed the ingredient in. He cut the strawberries without trouble, at least.

But then, he drew the electric mixer from beneath the cabinet and plugged it in. He lowered the attachments into the combined ingredients and flipped the switch to high. A mistake. Flour, egg, vanilla, and strawberry exploded from the bowl. It splattered on the walls, the counters and ceiling, on him.

Vegeta quickly turned it off. A feral growl ripped through his throat and he raised the mixer high above his head. Halfway through his downward arc, he stopped, the sound of the front door opening saving the device from being slammed onto the counter and shattered. 

With only an island impeding her view from across the living room into the kitchen, Nabooru stared, head tilted and lips slightly parted. Vegeta felt heat rush to his cheeks. 

"Vegeta?" she asked at last, hanging her bag on the snake-shaped hook beside the door. Her crimson hair had been twisted into two long braids and her makeup was different than when she left. She strode into the kitchen, stepping around a puddle of batter. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" he snapped, ripping a towel from the oven handle and mopping it over his face. "I'm making a cake."

Confusion knit her brows, and her gold eyes shifted from him to the near empty bowl. "But you don't…"

Nabooru trailed off, noting the open cookbook. Her eyes softened, and realization slowly curved her lips into a warm smile. She wiped some goop from the page.

"You don't like sweets, and you've never shown interest in baking that I've seen," she finished, returning her attention to him. "You're making this for me."

His cheeks on fire, he had no doubt they were as red as the remaining strawberries in the container next to him. "Tch, it's not a big deal. It doesn't hurt me to try something new." He folded his arms. "And you haven't been yourself, which has been detrimental to our training."

Nabooru reached out and swept her index finger over his cheek, ridding it of batter. "I guess I haven't been. But this is…sweet of you. All of your attempts have been and…I'm sorry I worried you and didn't communicate."

She licked her finger. Her nose scrunched and her lips pursed. "Urgh…but that is not sweet. What did you put in this?"

"The ingredients the damn recipe called for!" He huffed. "Earth's measuring system is ludicrous! Teaspoons? Tablespoons? Cups? A dash? What does that even mean?"

She laughed. Full-bodied and uninhibited for the first time in days. Vegeta had missed the sound. “Honestly? I don’t really know, either. I haven’t actually tried to make anything out of that book yet.” She wrested the towel from his grip and cleared his face of the remnants of batter. Her gold eyes sparkled with mirth. 

“I appreciate this. And everything else you were doing, too.” She leaned down and pressed her lips to his. 

Vegeta’s tail coiled low around her waist and forced her closer to deepen the kiss. The taste of his failed cake lingered on her lips; far too salty with a bitter aftertaste he couldn’t place. Maybe next time he could get it right. Maybe.

[let-me-luve-you]

Deafening

Tom Holland x Sister (With Harrison)

Summary: You were just out to have a good time with your brothers, boyfriend, and friend when some guys decided to be rude for no reason.

Warnings: deaf reader, bullying, angst, drinking

A/N: I’m not deaf. I used to know someone in high school that was severely deaf. He could hear some sound but it was all mumbled so he couldn’t understand it. I know very little sign language so when I would talk to him, he would try and talk back and the words were never perfect, so I’m going off of that. I don’t mean any harm to anyone who is deaf. I apologize if I came off as offensive in this story. I have a lot of respect for people who have a disability but don’t look at it like that. They are badasses. I’m also a strong believer in just because you are different than me, doesn’t make you stupid, less of person, or weaker. We are all different in this world and that’s what makes us human.

MASTERLIST

Going to pub quizzes with your brothers, boyfriend, and Tuwaine was always a good time. The best part was you could discuss your answers in sign language and no one would know what you were saying. You were deaf and have been since you were 3 months old. Harrison and Tuwaine picked up on the sign language quickly since you were always hanging around. Tom taught them some things so they could talk to you easier. Even though you knew how to read lips, it just made it so much easier if you could communicate with the only language you could speak comfortably. You were very self conscious when it came to speaking out loud. You weren’t very good with words. You didn’t always pronounce them in the correct ways. People always gave you the look of pity or looked at you like you were stupid.

Tonight, you were at your local pub for another pub quiz. When you were all in town, you never missed those nights. You were always designated driver since you hated alcohol and the boys liked to play drinking games throughout the night. Together you all sat at a big table talking to each other, waiting for the quiz to start. You had been there for about half an hour and all the drinks were starting to get low. Even your water. You turned to your boyfriend, Harrison, and signed to him that you were going to get another round. He nodded and turned back to his conversation with Harry.

You walked up to the bar and the bartender, Ted, came straight to you. “Con I geet a wateer?” You said as you signed. Ted leaned in to get his ears closer to you. “Al-so need fewer beers, place.” Since this was your regular spot, Ted, understood you perfectly. He knew a little sign language thanks to the boys showing him a few things. He signed a quick, ‘you got it and I’ll send it over.’ You signed thank you and smiled and walked back over to your brothers. 

Tom sat closest to the bar so he could hear you place the order. He always had an ear out for you in case you ever needed any help. But as he heard the guys next to you start making fun of the way you talk, he immediately went stiff. He turned and gave the guys a death stare. They didn’t get the message as they continued.

“Con I geet..” One guy said with a laugh as the others around laugh too. “Someone didn’t go to school.” Tom had heard enough. He stood up quickly, shoving away from the table. All the boys at your table stopped to look at Tom as he squared up to the guys at the bar. 

“Want to repeat that mate?” Tom said seething.

“I said someone didn’t go to school.” The guy repeated as it was no big deal. This made the rest of the table, except you, aware of what was going on. They started to get angry as well. They moved to back Tom up.

“You’re just going to make fun of someone you don’t know?” Tom asked. 

“Not making fun of her. Just pointing out a fact.” He said.

You were confused as to what was going on. You grabbed Harrison and quickly signed “What’s happening?” Harrison didn’t want to upset you so he shrugged. You looked back at the guys who were staring down your older and younger brother. You grabbed Tom and asked him the same thing. 

Tom looked at you like he didn’t want to tell you. He signed. “Go sit at the table. I can explain in a minute.” You nodded.

Tom looked back at the guy and noticed his face paled. He finally realized why you couldn’t speak correctly. It’s not because you were uneducated. It was because you were deaf. He guessed his friends didn’t notice the interaction because they kept on.

“Dude, before you defend her. Teach her how to say words properly.” Another one said. You read his lips and you went from worry to embarrassed. You made yourself small in your chair as you looked down at the table. 

“Hey. Let’s shut up and let them have a good night.” The first guy said. The others tried to argue. “Drop it. She’s not hurting anyone.” He turned back towards Tom. “I’m sorry mate. Won’t happen again.” He reached a hand out towards him. Tom hesitated but he shook it. 

“Just see to it man. You never know what someone is going through.” The guy nodded. Feeling pretty embarrassed. He walked back to his friends and sat down. 

Tom switched seats with Tuwaine so he could sit by you. Harrison sat on your other side. He put an arm over your shoulder and pulled you to him as he kissed your head. Tom gave Harrison a look and Harrison released you from his hold so Tom could turn you towards him.

Tom looked you in the eyes. He had a look of pity, but also a look of anger from the situation. He signed, “Ignore them. They don’t know what they are talking about. You are the smartest person I know. You can speak in two different ways and yeah, one way may not be the best, but you can speak. They can only speak one way and that’s ‘jerk.’” He said. He reached over and grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze.

“What did I say wrong though? I thought I said it correctly.” You rushed as you signed. Thankfully Tom could understand your hurried movements. “I’m trying my best. I.. I just..” You started to tear up. Harrison wrapped an arm around your front, bringing your back to his chest. You felt him give you a kiss on the head. An unknown hand was gently placed on your arm. You looked up to see Ted.

“You said nothing wrong Y/N. You communicated what you wanted and I got it for you.” Ted said slowly so you could read his lips. “Some people just don’t like that people can be different in their own way.”

Tom agreed and you looked at his hands as he started to sign. “They mean nothing. Their opinions of you mean nothing because you know who you are and how absolutely amazing you are. Everyone at this table knows it. Everyone you know personally knows it.” 

“But I can’t hear. How does that make me amazing?” You signed sadly.

Harrison turned you to face him. He gave you a soft kiss on your lips. “You are beautiful inside and out. You being deaf makes you different in many ways. That is part of the reason I fell for you. You are different in a good way.” He grabbed your hands and kissed them quickly before dropping them to sign again. “You may not be able to hear, but you are the best listener I know.” He stopped you from arguing with him. “You know what I mean.” You laughed a little.

“Thank you guys. All of you.” You said as you looked at everyone at the table plus Ted. Ted nodded and then went back to the bar. “I’m sorry for ruining the night.”

“You didn’t.” Harry signed.

“We still have a quiz to win.” Tuwaine added while wiggling his eyebrows up and down. You all laughed. 

“Let’s kick some butt.” You signed happily. You looked at Tom. “Thank you for defending me. You’re the best big brother ever.”

“No one makes fun of my little sister, but me.” He signed with a laugh before wrapping you in a hug. 

After that, the night went by without any more problems. This wasn’t the first time you were insecure about your hearing and it probably wouldn’t be the last, but you were just happy you had a great group of people who would defend you when you didn’t hear what was being said.

[sapphire-strikes]

I love aggressively caring Boris and I really enjoyed the headcanons you wrote about him softly but firmly making sure FK and Kamal get enough sleep. What would he do when the fk/reader just refuses to get some sleep. Like the FKs not being mean about it they're just like, "I'm an adult, I can handle myself!" then processeds to stay up all night playing video games and fall asleep on a park bench the next day.

Let's go through the [ 5 ] stages of beddy time with Boris Habit. It's honestly all very absurd but Boris tends to be absurd in the best kind of way.

Also I know the second one isn't a request but I wanted to include it in this post since I think it fits!

• Stage 1, Getting ready for bed: It starts with winding down. Boris doesn't feel the need to step in much here besides reminding you to floss and brush your teeth!

• Stage 2, Growing suspicions: If you insist that you'll get to bed soon, he'll let you finish whatever you're doing, albeit a bit reluctantly. If he comes back in an hour or so and you're still up he'll put his foot down and begin lecturing you on the importance of a full nights rest. Still not getting through to you? Well now you're being carried to bed. Jokes on you, the more you struggle the tigher he's going to tuck you in! You might insist you can take care of yourself but those bags under your eyes say otherwise.

• Stage 3, The Escape: Once he's actually got you in bed he'll leave you be, remarking that you should call on him if you need anything. At this point you just relent and say sure, patiently waiting for him to go bed on his own. What you weren't counting on however was colliding directing into him on your way out to the living room. He's looking down at you with his arms crossed and tapping his foot impatiently. "Oh, did you need somthing?", he asked with fake curiosity. Regardless of your answer, he's going to magically have whatever you "needed" ready for you. You can tell he's almost enjoying your struggle to come up with an excuse for yourself His disappointed glare turns into a satisfied smirk and before you know it you're being carried back to bed again. He even goes through the trouble of tucking you back in again and giving you a pat on the head before skipping happily out of the room.

• Stage 4, The Escape Part. 2: Maybe you are particularly determined to stay up or maybe you just don't want him to get the best of you. Either way, you remained awake. Even feigning sleep at one point when he leaned in to check on you. Maybe that would finally satisfy him. You waited a while longer then once again made your way to the living room. He was nowhere to be seen this time, probably having finally gone to sleep himself and you silently rejoiced.

You kicked back on the couch and flicked on the tv, the shadows around you dissipating in the dim light of the screen. All but one shadow that is. Looming over you from behind the couch was the smiling silhouette of a increasingly annoyed Boris.

You were grinning contently to yourself when you felt that familiar static sensation rack your body as a hand was placed on your shoulder. You didn't even have to look up to know who it was. "You, uh... wanna play Overwatch with me?"

":-)"

"Yeah, I...didn't think so"

He's gonna shift back to normal, this time to lecture you again. Oh great, now he's going to bring out the "disappointed" card.

"I'm just worried about you, you know it is not good to stay up to late!"

"Boris, I'm fine." You rolled your eyes, "I stay up all the time I can handle it and besides, I'm old enough to decide for myself when I want to go to bed."

"Oh, I geet it, you can handle it sooo well. That's probably why you fell asleep eating dinner earlier today." He spoke half disappointed in you, half satisfied with how good of a point he was making.

"Yeah well, like I said that's my decision to make" you knew he was right but you couldn't help but be stubborn.

"Nope! I'm afraid I can't in good conscience allow my friends to make such hurtful decisions for themselves. If you can't sleep then it looks like it's time for a bedtime story!" He was smiling again, now holding Pabit who he had seemingly pulled out of thin air.

You weren't even paying attention to him anymore, too preoccupied with your current game, "Yeah sure, whatever you say, Boris" Your dismissive response made him frown and he lowered Pabit in disappointment. He watched you with narrowed eyes for a moment, wracking his brain with how to get his message through to you. He could always just pick you up and carry you back to bed again like he usually did but you obviously weren't going to give in like you usually would. You were being stubborn sure, but so was he. Maybe you just needed a little bit of convincing. Unbeknownst to you his contemplative frown shifted to a mischievous smile.

His quietness soon caught your attention and you offered a quick glance in his direction. Maybe you were a little too cold, "You don't have to worry, Boris, I'll get to bed eventually I promise. You should go to bed, I know how much your sleep means to you." You turned around to offer him a hopeful smile but were surprised to find he wasn't there. "Boris?" Setting down your controller you spun around to look over the back of the couch. Maybe he actually did go to bed? This theory was disproved however when you felt that tingling sensation against the back of your neck once again.

":-)"

Before you could turn around you were lifted up from behind, his fingers already begining to stratch at your sides as you were layed down on the floor with Boris looming over you. To anyone else, having a 7ft tall shadow man pinning you to the ground in the middle of the night would be terrifying, but you were filled with a different type of fear when you realized what was about to go down. "Boris, don't you daAAA-!" You couldn't even finish your sentence before he began his playful attack.

"Since you have soooo much energy we might as well some fun! :-D" He said cheerfully. His large hands covering more ground than any normal person's could as he got to work tickling both your ribs and stomach. The jerk was even staying in his shadow from to make it that much worse for you. After a couple of your failed escape attempts he moved to sit cross legged and set you in the little nook between his knees, wrapping you in a tight, tingly hug as he continued to gently scribble at your sides. "There! That's better isn't it? Are you comfy?"

For being the sweetheart he was, the smart aleck satisfaction in his voice was obvious. He had you completely helpless and he knew it. He still just wanted you to go to get some rest, getting to make you giggle your head off like this was just an added bonus.

As for you, you were a completely helpless mess in his hold. Any hope of escaping was gone now that he was holding you so securely. Sitting on his lap was bad enough, now your struggling only brought you closer into contact with him.

"Sooo, are you ready to go to bed now?" He asked cheekily and you responded by shaking your head and calling him a jerk through your laughter. "Jerk?! I am no jerk! Would a 'jerk' be working so hard to make you smile?" He gasped in mock offence. "I must not be trying hard enough if you're still feeling so gwumpy! >:-(" That jerk knew exactly what he was doing because he responded by shoving both his hands under your shirt to squeeze your stomach and sides repeatedly. You threw your head back in laughter and he followed it up by nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

It was at this moment Kamal walked out to see what all the racket was. As soon as he reached the end of the hall he stopped to asses the situation. He could hardly make you out as you were being completely enveloped by Boris's large limbs. One of your arms or legs did manage to kick out from the mass of shadow every few seconds as you struggled. Damn, Boris was in his shadow form, he must be really laying into you. He almost felt bad for you....almost. Boris's red eyes looked up to make contact with his and they stared at each other for a second, your desperate laughter still wringing in the background, then Kamal lifted his hands in surrender and turned to head back to his room. Sorry, you were on your own, kid. He didn't need Boris coming after him tonight too. But hey, he knew you were in good hands.

Boris must have been happy with your mirthful scream because he continued his under the shirt assault. His hands making careful work not to leave an inch of your bare stomach untormented with pokes and gentle squeezes, even shoving one hand up the back of your shirt to run his pointed fingers teasingly down your back.

No amount of thrashing offered you any type of relief either as he kept his face nuzzled into the side of your neck at all times, leaving your own laugher to be drowned out by his gentle purrs and teases.

Speaking of Boris; he was smiling almost as wide as you were. He even rested his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes to more comfortably keep up his nuzzles as he listened to your laughter. It was truly a soft, ticklish incarnation of hell that offered no mercy at your cries for help. It wasn't until your laughter became tired and quiet did he finally let up.

You weren't sure how much time had passed before you had given up fighting completely. You couldn't struggle anymore if you'd wanted to and Boris fianlly noticed, shifting back to normal and continuing to give you a few more playful pokes even as you went limp in his hold.

"Are you ready for that bedtime story now?"

• Stage 5, Bedtime Story: You're not sure how he went from a bedtime story to bringing you in to sit on his bed but here you were. You were pouting, upset that he'd gotten the best of you but you weren't about to challenge him any more. He already had to carry you to his room and you weren't sure you could take much more of his "convincing". You knew he wasn't above continuing his attack if you tried to escape again. Besides, you had to admit this wasn't too bad.

Boris eventually settled in beside you, "How about this one?" He held the book out to you.

"The Princess Bride?", you read the title aloud.

"Yess! It is a very good one, I think you will like it very much!" He pulled the book back and held it to his chest, looking at you for approval.

"Read away!" you remarked playfuly, leaning back to get comfortable.

You had to admit he was right. Maybe it was the book, maybe it was the expressive way Boris always read or maybe it was your growing exhaustion, but you found yourself completely entranced by the story. It wasn't the first time he'd read to you like this but it was certainly one of the most effective.

"You fell victim to one of the classic blunders. The most famous is 'Never get involved in a land war in Asia,' but only slightly less well known is this: ‘Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line.'"

"He was quite cheery until the iocane powder took effect. The man in black stepped quickly over the corpse, then-"

Boris suddenly stopped reading when he noticed you watching him with great interest even as you fought your drooping eyelids. "Keep going! I want to-*yawn*- I want to hear what happens next" you scooted closer to him and attempted to peer over the cover of the book.

"You 'ave to lay down first", he bargained and you complied, making him smile "Good, now close your eyes"

"But I want to keep listening..."

He placed a hand on his hip and smiled at you cockily, "Oh I'm sorry, I did not know you listened with your eyes?" You narrowed your eyes at him and he continued, pulling the blanket up over your shoulders "I'll keep reading as long as you keep your eyes closed, okee?" You thought on it for a moment then nodded and he seemed satisfied.

"Okay, they're closed." You snuggled down into the covers, hearing him chuckle before he continued the story. His master plan was successful because a few minute later his reading was interrupted by the sound of a soft snore.

He gazed dolefully down at your sleeping form. Maybe he could get you to stay the night tomorrow as well? Then you could finish the story! God knows you needed the rest and you obviously weren't getting it on your own.

Boris put the a bookmark in where he'd left off and closed the book slowly as if he was scared the impact of the pages would wake you. Maybe you could just stay the weekend to hang out and catch up on some sleep. He's sure he could convince you, he wouldn't mention that last part though.

Ooh and once you'd finished The Princess Bride then he could pick out a different book to start reading to you! 20'000 Leagues Under the Sea, Howl's Moving Castle, The Mysterious Island; he was getting excited just thinking about it. He'd already finished all the books in his bookshelf but reading to someone else was like getting to read it for the first time all over again.

He was already making plans in his head, you were going to have so much fun! And if you were going to stay Sunday night maybe you would come with him to his shop Monday morning, and if you we're going to walk him home after that then maybe you could stay the night again too!

He had to cut his train of thought off before he got to ahead of himself. Placing the book on his nightstand, he snuggled down beside you to fall sleep himself, excited for the time he'd get to spend with you if he played his cards right.