#the possibility of them being in an open relationship doesn’t stop me from supporting them

[blackandwhlteaesthetlc]

Is that ask a way to say that harry and louis cheat on each other and they’re not together? I don’t understand. 😅

No. If a couple has agreed to be non-monogamous or in an open relationship, cheating would not be a factor here because both people agree and understand they may have multiple partners while still being committed to one another.

[tteokdoroki]

hi aali! my ideal valentines gift would be a dainty tennis bracelet that i’ve been wanting for a while <3 and i’d swipe sweet on sukuna ! (bonus: i buy him a silver chain since he’s been wanting a new one !)

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — RYOMEN SUKUNA. swipe sweet: simplicity.

about. boom, it’s a match! ryomen sukuna and yourself have come to an agreement. no gifts and no materialistic things for v-day… but he really can’t help it, especially because you’ve never received a gift out of love and not because someone is trying to buy it ( 0.7K )

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, established relationships, modern bf!sukuna, rich girl + fem!reader.

・:〃⤥ bumble date, swipe right event !

ryomen sukuna doesn’t come from money.

he’s an honest man who works an honest job and makes an honest living. he does what he can to support his family and keep his head above water — and that’s enough for him. sukuna wasn’t always this good nor this honest, the rough and troubled days of his youth have hardened his exterior and made him hard to love. 

to everyone except for you. 

you’re a girl that comes from money.

you’ve never worked a day in your life, but you do what you can to be there for siblings way too evil and ungrateful to care about the sacrifices you had made for them. you weren’t always this noble and you didn’t always care and maybe that made you hard to love. 

but you found each other, despite how difficult showing love may be. you found love for yourselves and each other in simplicity and comfortable quietness. in the way that you’re both so alike and yet so different. how you were raised and the backgrounds in which you came from don’t matter you or sukuna. as long as you’re content by one another’s sides. 

that’s why you had a rule. no gifts on valentine’s day — you would settle for one another’s company, perhaps a home cooked meal from sukuna’s skilful hands and some cheap chocolate you'd impulsive bought on the way home. you already owned everything money could buy thanks to your father and his fruitful lifestyle, there wasn’t anything more you could possibly want except for being with your boyfriend like it was any other day. it was simple, being together was simple. 

that’s why you frown as sukuna pushes a small, pink box tied with a little white ribbon across the smooth marble of island in your kitchen. it sits suspiciously between the glass of red wine your boyfriend had poured for you and the roses you had gotten for him (which he liked, he just wouldn’t admit to it.).

“i thought we said no gifts, ryo?” you drawl questioningly, tapping your nails against the counter as you lean over it. 

sukuna doesn’t turn from the stove, his muscled back rippling as he flips your steaks. “that didn’t stop ya from gettin’ me roses, did it, gorgeous?” the smirk he chucks you from over his shoulder stirs the butterflies in your tummy, ones that only react to his love and his touch. “open it up. wanna see the look on your face when you see it.” 

your frown quickly dissipates into an affectionate smile as you take the box between your fingers — fighting a swoon. “i really don’t need anything, ryo. you know that.” the ribbon falls apart in your hands and the lid on the box pops off easily. “i have everything money could buy…” 

but then, your voice dies in your throat just as your boyfriend dishes up your meal and you gift is finally revealed. “everything but somethin’ i’ve gotten you,” your boyfriend says gruffly, mirroring you as he throws a tea towel over his shoulder and leans over the island to take your delicate little gift between his thick, calloused fingers. a tennis bracelet made from the finest silver sits pretty in ryomen’s hands, it’s silver charms glint under the dim and romantic lighting set for tonight. there’s a little ‘s’ for his family nickname, and a heart as if to remind you that his is forever yours.

he reaches out, surprisingly tender for someone so hardened, and grasps your wrist — helping you with the clasp on the little bracelet. “i know you’re not materialistic, couldn't care less about money. but no one’s ever gotten you anythin’ because they care. not because they’re tryna buy your love.” he explains, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

as if loving you this much is the most normal thing in the world. 

“aww ryo,” pouting, you wrangle his hand into holding your own — looking across at your boyfriend with puppy dog eyes. “you love me? you’re not trying to buy my love?” 

“don’t need to,” he rolls his blood red eyes, but you don’t miss how they brim with love. “ain’t you whipped f’me?” sukuna sasses you, plays mean, but his lips against the inside of your wrist tell you otherwise. he’s just as whipped as you are. 

“kinda,” you respond. 

“only kinda?”

“yeah, sorta.” 

“just say you love me, brat.” 

“alright, ryomen sukuna. i love you.”

and you do, more than what glitter’s and more than what’s gold ( even if your bracelet is silver ). 

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[purinfelix]

What about Felix and famous!reader????

pairing: joao felix x formula one driver reader summary: you're a famous formula one driver with a footballer boyfriend who's almost as famous warnings: none! some cringey couple things here and there though so be warned ...

a/n: ANON YOUR MINDD OMGG - also hope you don't mind that i made reader a formula one driver bc i think the dynamic would fit hehe also ?? first request ever AND first headcanon-style post? look at me go

a little backstory ...

✦ It all starts at an airport - you and your team making your way to the next race whilst he and Barcelona are travelling home. Just as you’re walking through the airport terminal you manage to lock eyes with him for a split second, the sides of his lips curling into a smile. You feel yourself blush and stop in your tracks before being ushered along by your manager. You don't know it then, but the mysterious boy had also turned around to catch one last glimpse of you before your figure disappeared through the terminal gates. At least, as much of a glimpse as he could get before his teammates caught on with jeering whistles and teasing remarks.

✦ It’s just your luck that a couple of fans who had been waiting for either of your teams caught a couple clips of this moment and post it online - and it becomes the ultimate content for edits, shipping conspiracies, and videos. 

✦ From there on, things blow up. Clips of you watching his games or shots of him with your instagram posts open on his phone go viral amongst a flurry of dating rumours. 

✦ You first connect over these silly videos, but once you actually get to know each other you realise there’s actual chemistry between you two and eventually start dating - which you accidentally announce to the world after Joao scores a goal and points up to you in the stands (needless to say the internet was very happy that night) 

✦ On attending his games - him always insisting you have the best view (especially of him), enough tickets for anyone you want to bring, and every single one of his jerseys to wear 

✦ And vice versa, him attending your races and just being so supportive of you - he never wants you to feel like you’re just a wag, and is always sure to elevate your own success and achievements over your relationship 

✦ Always wearing your merch, sharing your posts about your recent wins in races, his instagram has just become a fanpage for you at this point - and he’s totally not complaining  

✦ Football fans finding out about you through him (“Wait Joao Felix’s partner is like some athlete? I thought they were just a wag lol they’re actually cool”) and Formula One fans finding out about him through you (“You mean to tell me Joao Felix as in y/n’s boyfriend actually does stuff and isn’t just their trophy boyfriend???”) 

✦ With that being said, your relationship does involve some long-distance periods because of both of your professions but both of you put in so much effort that it works. Though it’s not easy, he definitely makes up for it whenever you two do get to meet up by spoiling you rotten and spending as much time with you as possible. 

✦ Him CONSTANTLY getting teased by the team, but never learning his lesson and continues to bring you up at every single opportunity (he can’t help it, he’s just so proud of you :(( ) 

“Dude, cmon.” Pedri huffs as another one of Joao’s shots rebound off of the goal post during a cold morning training.  “Hey cut him some slack, he’s probably thinking about his partner,” Gavi’s tone is teasing as he says this, poking at Joao’s sides as the taller boy snarls in response. Even so, he can’t help but smile a little at the mention of you.  “Can you blame me? Did you guys see them last night? They were amazing, I mean Their overtakes were amazing and going from P10 to P3 is insa-” he begins, but is cut off by the groans of his teammates around him who all go off to train on their own. He doesn’t mind though, since he’s the one who’s lucky to have a partner worth bragging about.

✦ Is quite possessive and protective, not because he doesn’t trust you to be loyal or take care of yourself but because he knows what kinds of dangers being famous can pose and he wants to be able to help you through them. 

✦ Whenever you attend award ceremonies together his hand never leaves your waist, partially because he feels a little awkward without you (introvert bf things) but also because he just likes the feeling of having you close to him at all times 

✦ OMG you guys have such a Barbie and Ken dynamic - esp that one audio that’s like “Barbie has a great day every day, but Ken only has a great day if Barbie looks at him.” 

✦ Overall you guys are generally adored by everyone, as much as Felix gets teased by his teammates, fans, and media outlets alike <33 

And a little something extra for my formula one / football girlies - I present to you: Carlos the Madridista reacting to you dating a Barcelona player 

“No, I will not have this.” Carlos throws his hands up in frustration as he begins to walk away from you two. It’s Joao’s first time visiting you on the grid since you’ve ‘officially’ announced your relationship, and you wanted to introduce him to someone you considered a big brother. Only thing was, you had forgotten how deep the rivalry between the team Carlos supported, Real Madrid, and your boyfriend’s team ran.  “Carlos, please,” you sound exasperated but in reality you’re trying to hold back laughter at how dramatic his reaction is.  “You didn’t tell me your boyfriend was a Barcelona player?”  “What does it matter?”  “How could you?!” Carlos exclaims, his voice making it clear how betrayed he feels at your decision. Next to you, your boyfriend tenses up - you can tell how nervous he is to be meeting your group of friends and so you take his hand in yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. Even so, this entire situation is hilarious to you.  “Oh get over yourself,” you huff.  Eventually, you manage to get the two of them to sit down and have a proper man-to-man conversation in which they realise they have more in common than they think - the most obvious being both of them caring for you which they seem to have no problem bonding over. Needless to say, Carlos’ hatred of the opposing club might’ve lessened a little that day. 

[sapphic-coded]

Loose Ends

With her target dead, all Yelena needs to do is clean up a loose end. You. Except she can't pull the trigger. But she can't let you go. That leaves only one option.

Yelena Belova x fem Reader

Warnings: Violence. Some gore. Mention of past non-consensual relationship. Smut ( bdsm, dom/sub relationship, punishments, impact play, restraints, light degradation but it's there, edging, collars ). Minors DNI. This was written for a mature audience. Please do not repost my work. Reblog, like, and/or comments is how you can show your support.

Word Count: 3k

Author's Note: This started out as a writing exercise and it turned into this. It was too much fun to not share. I can see this being a short series. Let me know what you guys think. Do you want more Yelena?

Chapter One: The Brat Tamer

You put up a good fight. The two goons that obey Watson’s every command drag you down the hallway. With every breath you take, you try to get away. You try to pull yourself from their grasp. You try digging your feet into the hardwood floors. You try everything you can think of to either wear them down or slip free. But all your efforts do nothing as they reach the door to Watson’s study. The door opens, and you are pushed into the room. 

You stumble into Watson’s study, and you just barely manage to stop yourself from falling face first onto the floor. You hear the door shut behind you. You want to turn around and yank the door back open. You want to run out of Watson’s study and just keep running until all of this is far behind you. But you already tried that. Multiple times. It never works. You run and run and run…and you end up back here. 

“Ah, Y/N,” Watson’s familiar voice claims your attention. He is sitting behind his large mahogany desk in his favorite dark brown armchair. He is dressed in his usual navy blue business suit with a tumbler glass of whiskey in his hand. “You made it.” The smile that cuts across his face is cold and hollow. “I want you to meet someone.” He gestures with his hand to the woman sitting across from him.

The first thing you notice is her hair. Her long blonde hair is held away from her face in a large intricate braid. Only a couple blonde strands fall free to frame her face as she turns in her seat to look at you. She wears a long green trench coat that is held closed by the wrap that is knotted across her stomach. Black fingerless gloves cover her hands while black tactical looking boots cover her feet. But it’s her eyes that steal your attention completely. The woman’s hazel eyes are playful, but there is something else that lurks behind it. You feel as though you are standing before a predator. But not the kind like Watson. Not vile and disgusting. She’s different. 

“This is Yelena,” Watson says. 

She offers you a smile and tilts her head slightly as her eyes drink in the sight of you. 

“She is here at my request,” Watson continues. 

You can feel her stare as if they were her fingers raking over your skin. Just minutes ago, you hadn’t cared how you looked. You were content to look as messy and unpresentable to Watson as possible. You hated his touch, and you did whatever you could to keep him away from you. It wasn’t a foolproof plan. When he wanted you he would have his way with you. But his displeasure was always palpable, and you found solace in that. 

But now you feel like a dirty, mangy animal under her stare. You are suddenly self conscious of all your flaws. Your grass stained sweats and your worn band t-shirt feel wrong to wear. You nervously pick at the hem of your shirt.

“Y/N!” Watson’s raises his voice and your attention is dragged away from Yelena. You can still feel her looking at you. Watson’s hollow smile is gone. “Say hello.” 

Your attention quickly returns to Yelena. Her hazel eyes meet yours. “Hi.” You feel proud that your voice doesn’t betray how you really feel. Your voice comes out calm and even slightly disinterested. 

Watson shakes his head and looks across his desk to Yelena. “As I explained, she is challenging.”

“It is nothing I can’t handle,” Yelena says. The woman’s Russian accent laces through her words as she keeps her focus on you despite responding to Watson. 

“Threesome’s aren’t really my thing,” you say to Watson. You watch as he takes a long sip of his drink. Your words are meaningless to him. He has already done so much to you that you hated. He’s already heard you begging him to stop. He never does. 

He sets his drink down on his desk. “Even if it was, you do not deserve any pleasure. I spent three days chasing you down after your latest stunt. Do you know how much money I spent to make sure you got back here safely?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. A thousand dollars? Whatever it was, it sounds like a big waste of money to me.”

“You should be grateful,” he says. 

“I will be dead before that ever happens,” you reply. “Can I go now?” 

“No.”

It is Yelena that answers you. Your gaze shifts to the woman, and you notice that her smile is gone. 

“Yelena is here to correct your behavior,” Watson explains. 

You are still processing Watson’s words when Yelena stands up and moves towards you. You instinctively step back, but Yelena closes the space between the two of you. You can smell the jasmine and cedarwood scent of her perfume as she moves in a slow circle around you. You hear her come to a stop behind you. You are tempted to turn your head to look at her, but Watson’s movement steals your attention. 

He rises from his chair and collects his glass of whiskey. “She has my permission to do whatever her work requires.” He moves away from his desk and closer to you. “And if you drive her away–”

“She won’t,” Yelena cuts in before Watson can finish his threat. You feel her finger slowly glide across your back between your two shoulder blades. You shift your weight from one foot to the other. The smell of her perfume is beginning to be all you smell, and you don’t want that to stop. “I am very good at taming brats.” 

Watson’s smile makes you want to turn and run, but Yelena’s hand grabs the back of your collar. You stumble for a moment as the action jerks you back half a step. You can feel the softness of her coat brush against your back as something cuts apart the collar. Before you can think to ask, the dark blue, rough, scratchy collar is removed. The brush of cool air against the newly exposed skin around your neck feels strange. 

Yelena holds the collar out towards Watson. The collar’s fabric has been cut through and looks pathetic and sad in Watson’s hand. “Take that. She must earn it back.” You aren’t eager to earn it back, but a warmth pools in your gut. Watson walks by you, and you listen to the sound of his retreating footsteps. You can still feel Yelena at your back as you hear the door to Watson’s study open and then close. 

“Your Master has told me so much about you,” she says once you two are finally alone. You feel her press her finger into the nape of your neck. “He told me how he acquired you.” Her finger slowly traces down the back of your neck. The feeling of her skin pressed against yours is like lightning, and the warmth taking root within you becomes more pronounced. “It is obviously the root of your misbehavior. We will address it. I will make you his obedient slut.” 

“I’m not his–” 

You are about to turn around to face her, but her finger disappears from the back of your neck. Her fingers curl into your hair, and she grabs a fistful of it. Without warning, she pulls you back until your entire back is pressed against her front. Her lips come to rest next to your ear. 

“You will not speak unless I give you permission. Do you understand?” 

Your hands come up in a pathetic attempt to free yourself from her hold. Yelena’s free hand effortlessly smacks your hands away and gives another swift yank on your hair. Your eyes squeeze shut against the pain, and you think you can hear her smiling as her breath tickles your ear. 

“Yes,” you finally say.

She doesn’t let go. “You will address me as Domina.”

“Yes, Domina,” you quickly reply. 

She lets go of your hair, and you take a breath at the receding pain. Domina. You’ve never had a Domina before. Always a Master. There’s a ring to the title that you like. You like the way it feels in your mouth when you say it. Unlike Watson’s title. You want to gag every time he forces the title out of you. 

“Your Master gives you too many privileges,” Yelena says as she takes a small step away from you. The feeling of her body against yours disappears, and you don’t like that at all. You miss it. And you hate how she keeps dragging your Master back to the forefront of your mind. You don’t want to think about him. You just want to think about her. You don’t know what she’s going to do to you, and it sends a thrill through you. 

“He lets you speak when you have not earned it,” she continues. “He lets you hit him when you do not listen. I am revoking these privileges. Put your hands behind your back.” 

You bring your hands back, and you feel her hand grab hold of yours. She secures a pair of handcuffs around your wrists. Once the cuffs are locked, she lets go and you hear her take a step back. The same feeling from before returns. You want her to keep touching you. You don’t want her to stop. 

“Kneel,” she orders. 

“Does this have to happen here?” you ask. You hear her moving slightly behind you and you start to turn your head to look at her. “There are at least six bedrooms we could–”

You don’t see her pull out the baton. In fact, you aren’t even aware of its existence within this room until she hits it against the back of your knees. A sharp cry is ripped from your lips as you fall immediately to your knees. The pain stings as she slowly walks around and stands in front of you. You stare at her black tactical boots until the tip of her black baton comes to rest beneath your chin. She tilts your head up. 

“Your antics will not work on me,” she says. “All they will do is earn you more punishments.” She removes her baton from beneath your chin. “Open your mouth.” 

You keep your lips shut and look away from her. A moment later her hand grabs your face and forces you to look up at her again. 

“You will not win this, Y/N.” Yelena’s fingers press into your cheeks and squeeze. You try to keep your mouth shut for as long as possible, but she soon manages to pry your mouth open. She brings her baton back up, but instead of bringing it down against you again, she positions it horizontally and shoves it into your open mouth. The grip she has on your mouth loosens as your mouth slowly closes over the baton. Your teeth bite down against the weapon. “Do not drop this.” 

Yelena lets go of her baton before kneeling down on one knee in front of you. She lifts up the hem of your t-shirt until the waistline of your sweats is exposed. “You should be wet by now.” 

You are not prepared for those words, and you are even less prepared when Yelena slips her hand between the fabric of your sweats and your skin. Her hand expertly slips underneath your soaked panties. The moment you feel her fingers brush against your wet sex, you let out a small moan. Your bite on her baton starts to loosen as every thought in your head diverts to her fingers. 

“You are losing focus,” she says as her fingers gather up some of your slick. “Your punishment will be worse if you drop my baton.” 

Your teeth dig back into the baton, and you are glad you did because you know for sure that you would have dropped the weapon when her fingers finally plunge into you. She gives you no time to properly react as her fingers begin thrusting in and out of you at a pace that pulls louder moans from you. She watches you as her fingers brush across your sweet spot. Her head tilts slightly to the side as her fingers continue to work you up. Her fingers are deft and merciless as you feel yourself steadily reaching that sweet, blissful edge. 

You’re getting so close, and you try to speak around the baton in your mouth but all that comes out are unintelligent noises. But right as you are about to spill over, her fingers disappear. Yelena pulls her hand out from your sweats. More unintelligent noises escape from your mouth as you voice your frustration. You are so close. Why did she stop? 

She ignores all your noises and gets up. Your head tilts back to look at her while her hand dips into the pocket of her green coat. “That is all you will get until you learn to behave.” Her other hand reaches out, and her fingers settle underneath your chin while her thumb softly strokes the side of your cheek. “But we will work on that, malýshka.” 

You feel something pinch the side of your neck. You don’t understand what is happening as you feel your body grow heavy. Yelena continues to watch you as your head suddenly feels very heavy and rolls forward. Your eyes shut, and you hear the baton hit the floor. Then nothing. 

When you wake, you are no longer in the study. You are laying on a couch in the living room. It’s quiet, and you don’t understand how you got here. You feel something draped over you. You turn your head to look, and you end up more confused. Draped across your body is Yelena’s green coat. What happened? One minute you were on the cusp of coming completely undone into the hands of this woman, and now you’re here. 

You sit up and part of Yelena’s coat falls away to reveal your hands bound in cuffs in front of you. Your clothes are still on, and you don’t see anyone around. In fact, you don’t hear the usual chatter of lounging goons. Everything is so quiet. What’s going on? You lift Yelena’s coat off of you and stand. The living room is empty, and the large flatscreen hanging on the wall is off. You are about to call out to anybody when you see it. 

Or rather, when you see him.

Laying on his back on the other side of the couch is Watson. He is dressed in the same navy business suit you saw him in earlier. So you couldn’t have been out for long. He is staring up at the ceiling with his eyes wide and his mouth open as if he is yelling. In the middle of his forehead, right above his eyebrows, is a red hole. Dark red blood pools on the wooden floor beneath his head. 

You are still putting together exactly what you are seeing when you hear fast, heavy footsteps rushing down the hallway. One of Watson’s goons emerges from the hallway. Usually, Watson’s goons can’t help themselves. They love touching you. They love any excuse to drag you to your Master. But this time, the goon doesn’t even spare you a look. He keeps running across the living room towards the foyer. 

Three gunshots make you jump and cry out as the goon stumbles. Fresh blood stains the backside of his shirt as he falls. You hear him struggling to push himself back onto his feet when someone else emerges from the hallway. 

Yelena. With her coat gone you see that she is dressed in a black tactical suit. Some blood has dried along the side of her face, but you don’t see any marks on her. In her hand is a gun, and she raises it towards the struggling goon. She pulls the trigger and another gunshot rips through the air. You take several steps back away from the couch as the goon goes still. 

“Oh my god,” you say, unable to stop yourself. You know you shouldn’t have drawn attention to yourself but what the fuck did you just watch? “You killed him. You just…” You look away from the goon’s body and you find Yelena looking at you. “...killed him.” You know that you’re repeating yourself, but it’s the only thing you can think to say. 

“Yes,” Yelena replies with a small nod. “That is what I am paid to do.” 

Paid? Your mouth opens and then closes as a million questions crash together in your head. 

Yelena moves towards the couch and reaches down to grab her coat. “Come. We cannot play twenty questions here. I have set the explosives to go off in five minutes.” 

You quickly take another step back. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” Then, a moment later when what she also said finally hits you. “Wait, explosives?” 

She puts her coat back on and moves towards you. “I think I drugged you too much. You are acting very slow.” You feel the warm barrel of her gun press against your side when she reaches you. “You do not get to choose. You are my prisoner.” The barrel of her gun digs into your side when you don’t move. “Do you want to walk or do you want me to shoot?” 

You still have so many questions, but the look Yelena gives you keeps you quiet. As much as you want to understand what the hell is going on, you also want to get as far away from all this as possible. But the gun makes both those things impossible. So, without any other choice available, you start to move towards the foyer. You see Yelena smile as she moves to walk behind you. She drags the barrel of her gun to press against your lower back.

“Good girl, malýshka,” she says. 

Her praise sends a shiver down your spine as you leave. 

[portraitofariel]

I came across this brilliant post and it reminded me of a dream I had a while ago about the show’s future. In my dream, Carmy eventually got back together with Claire out of loneliness and a last ditch effort to make it work because he’s too broken to go after Sydney but the relationship falls apart again. The Grand Opening is a success but not enough to generate long term interest that covers overhead, and by the end of the year, The Bear runs out of money. Cicero reluctantly calls it quits, as he can’t keep loaning them money, and there’s also internal problems. The death of Marcus’ mother is so devastating that he steps down to be with his family, Nat has a difficult birth which leaves her out of commission and motherhood is exhausting.

Carmy and Sydney don’t resolve their issues but the flame within keeps going, yet they both run from their feelings even after The Bear closes. In desperate need of a life change, Carm applies to some art schools and actually gets accepted to one in Florence, Italy. Alone and more broken than ever before, he quickly starts a new life in a foreign county—mirroring his choice to leave home for Denmark. The one exception being he doesn’t tell anyone where he is; he occasionally checks in with Sugar but only tells her he’s “somewhere safe” and “not to worry about him”.

Sydney finds herself at a crossroads. She poured everything she had into The Bear and now that’s gone, she goes through a bout of depression. She still loves to cook but her drive wains, leaving her to question what’s next for her. She considers her other passions: writing, sewing, textiles, management—and after a few months of going through the motions, she thinks about maybe stepping away from cooking as well. Emmanuel supports this idea as well and encourages her to try something new, even if it’s just for a little while. He also reiterates that she didn’t fail at The Bear and that she created something truly special, even if only for a while.

Months go by and still not a word from Carmy. She talks to Nat often, even spends time with the baby, but she stopped asking about Carm months ago. She tries to pretend his disappearance doesn’t hurt but she misses him more each day. Why, she doesn’t care to know anymore. He made his choice and now she needs to make her own.

One night while having dinner with Nat and Pete, they talk about plans for the future. Nat tells Syd she remembers that navy sweater with the hand stitched embroidery at the collar and on the sleeve (2x02 ‘SYD’ sweater with green stitching). Syd mentions her love of patterns and fabrics, and she tells them she’s been hand-sewing since middle school. She always liked bespoke items and she wishes she would’ve done more with that particular skill. This segues into a conversation about how Carmy was the one who wasn’t afraid to follow his dreams when he went to Copenhagen and Nat wagers that’s probably where he is now, or back in New York.

Syd shrugs and changes the subject to travel, stating she thought about going back to New York but says it’s not far enough (Sug’s comment about Carmy possibly being there discourages her from going). Nat lightens the mood with a joke, “I don’t think a single Berzatto has been to Italy. Pete and I have always wanted to but with Benny (Benicio—their infant son), its not gonna happen any time soon”. Syd tells she went to Paris once with her dad for her 21st birthday, but always wishes they would’ve taken the train to Milan. The culture, food, fashion, and architecture resonate with her and she always wanted to experience it firsthand. Pete chimes in “You know, there’s a fashion school there: Polimoda. My brother and his girlfriend, Louisa—they live in Florence and she goes there. I can talk to Chris (his brother) and have him email you or something. He’s a nice guy.”

Syd rebuffs the idea at first, thanking him but telling him she’s not sure she’s the “fashionista type” (air-quoting with her fingers). Then Nat interjects “Oh please! Syd, you such a unique style and perspective. You might be surprised just how much you enioy stepping away from the kitchen for a while.”

“Let’s say I entertain the idea. Nat, how would I even pay for this? I mean, yeah I’ve saved up here and there but come on, Florence? I don’t see how I could afford classes and what about housing? It’s a fever dream if I’ve ever heard one.”

“Maybe you could stay with Chris and Louisa. They have a gorgeous house, they send us pictures all the time. Look-” Pete jumps up to get his laptop and shows her the photos.

Now Sydney knows she’s lost, or is drunk, if she’s considering living with strangers in a foreign country. As the night goes on, Pete reaches out to his brother and Syd finds herself dreaming of Italy after they take her home.

Two days later she gets an email from Chris and she can’t believe he contacted her. Over the next week they Skype and discuss how this would work and if she’s a good fit. Chris and Louisa say they heard amazing things about her and her work at The Bear, and they’d love to have her. She’s overwhelmed with emotion that she’s really thinking about going and after she talks to her dad, he’s cautious but amendable. He tells her she has to decide for herself what’s best and that he trusts her to make good choices, especially after her short success at The Bear. But he also tells her not to rush or pour everything into yet another venture.

But truthfully she wants to get away, and forget about how the restaurant for a while. And so after much deliberation, she decides to do it. She figures she’ll get a job cooking part-time to supplement her expenses but focus on being more than a chef. She wants to enjoy herself for once; to live for more than trying to make everything a thing.

A month later she lands in Florence and some time later while out to dinner with Louisa, she nearly passes out when she and Carmy spot each other that night.

[gabessquishytum]

Okay, admittedly I would love to see the fandom play more with the idea of Teacher!Hob where he's in charge of younger students. Like he works in a secondary education school and clearly has a lot of beef with 15-17 year olds bc the comedy potential is there!

He comes home after a hard day and ofc Dream is there to comfort him and listen, but he doesn't have a traditional day job like Hob does and has to imagine what a teenager could possibly do or say that sets his love off like that. Even if it's just a teenager calling him "my guy" or "bruh". He also has to keep his mouth shut when Hob starts complaining about how bratty the younger generations are when Hob clearly is the brat in the relationship.

He also needs to get used to having date nights postponed or canceled bc he needs to grade these projects, and the worksheets he gave out to bolster their grades which just ended up being double the amount of work lol. Dream ends up spending a lot of evening just kinda having to seethe from the couch as he watches Hon grade work that was clearly half assed when they were supposed to be having a romantic night out.

The piece de resistance is Dream coming around during Family Night or some other open school event that Hob has to chaperone bc some other teacher bailed on them and he'd rather have Dream there to keep him company as he runs around trying to keep students from setting the place on fire. But there he can see how much the students respect him for being kind and calm during moments where they definitely aren't and fully trying to help every kid succeed. They joke around and make fun of him because they're comfortable being themselves and look up to him. Though he wishes they would stop making fun of him and stick to Hob, bc teenagers are mean.

- 🤜 Anon

I also really jam with Hob as a secondary school teacher!! I think he’d HATE the curriculum. But I’ve looked closely at the papers he’s marking in episode 6, and they look a lot like high school tests to me. So there’s a solid basis to headcanon him teaching younger kids.

I love this because Hob absolutely would have beef. On the one hand he’s a cool teacher, he’s chill about music in class and letting the kids sit with their friends IF they behave themselves. On the other hand he can get pretty scary if he’s riled up. The general consensus is that Mr Gadling is cool, but don’t piss him off.

Dream secretly enjoys Hob’s stories from work. He tries not to go on too much because he doesn’t want Dream to think he’s boring, but sometimes he goes on a rant, or tells a long winded story and Dream gets this super soft look in his eyes. Hob also does stuff like supervising the debate club, and he definitely isn’t afraid to debate with some of the more confident kids. Or the teachers. Because he DEFINITELY has beef with some of the people in the staff room…

Honestly once Dream meets the kids, he doesn’t know how Hob handles being around teenagers all day. They’re mean!! And Hob just laughs and seems kind of proud that he’s being teased, like it’s a badge of honour? Truthfully Hob deserves a raise for all he tries to make life a little better and easier for his students. Dream decides he’s gonna do his bit towards supporting teachers, and give Mr Gadling a blowjob when they get home <3

(At school after family night, Hob gets so much shit about his “pretty boyfriend”. The kids generally agree that “he’s way out of your league, sir”.

And honestly, Hob agrees. He’s still glowing from last night <3)

[docholligay]

Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

Thank you @becauseforoncethisisme for sponsoring this! Regulars know this, but if you're new here, all opinions are mine and it's fine to disagree with me, but please don't get weird about it.

Nonspoilery: 

Good God in high heaven and low hell, this is so much better than the first book. This is both a personal and professional opinion.  The only problem with it being, I cannot in good conscience tell anyone to read the first book in order to get to the second. I don’t think it’s so good as to justify that. That’s a pretty tall order. In all, though, if you read Gideon the Ninth and thought, “Hm. Okay, that’s enough for now,” this might whet your whistle a little bit more. 

Spoilery: 

Wow did I like this better than Gideon, you were all so right and it does not bother me even one solitary bit to say so. I think it starts slow, and I don’t know that I really ever connected with the second person bits--once I figured out what it meant, i wanted it to be confirmed and stop-- and of course Muir’s style occasionally grates on me (Muir and I are the same age. I know we grew up in the same fandom environment, and part of the reason I know that is I recognize elements of her style from fanfics being written then as now. This is stuff from like, sporking days. She’s so talented, and so loves these strange, memey asides even in lovely moments. That being said, i think this book strikes a much, much better balance with that and there were even times I found it fun, so, things are improving) But overall I would say I liked this book just fine, and would consider reading it again on some winter night. LEAPS AND BOUNDS over my experience of GtN

I struggled so hard with the first 150 pages or so of this book. I think it was a combination of how little I remembered from the first book, the taste the first book left in my mouth, and the fact that I am just, too stupid for high-concept fantasy. So all the stuff about thanergy and thelergy and conversion, I just, sat there not possible caring less about any of it. I don’t care now, and I came away liking the book! This is for someone, certainly, but I am not it. If this hadn’t been a commission, I think I would have given up at a certain point. I usually give a book 100 pages and this wouldn’t have done it for me*

At the end of the day, I think one of the things this book can be about--for me, it’s about more than one thing, but this is the easy reach--is about grief. And how being willing to give yourself a Fantasy Lobotomy, if that’s what it takes, to avoid the hurt and loss that grief brings in, and the guilt, only ends up hurting yourself and everyone around you. 

Also, it doesn’t bring them back. Forgetting them in every way possible does nothing to bring them back. Now, Harrow is a special case, so for her it can’t only be about avoiding pain, because what she’s also doing, because of how the whole Lyctorhood thing works, is, in a sense, keeping Gideon on life support. Like is said later in the book, shoving her in a drawer she can’t open, but so long as the drawer is never opened, Gideon is alive. It’s Harrow living her entire life in the doorway where where a policeman stands, ready to tell you someone you loved is dead, and she won’t let him speak. Because it’s not true until he does. 

I like Harrow so much more in this one by virtue of the fact that this book cares so much less if we like or forgive her. Because of the way it works with perspective, and the way it’s trying not to tip its hand to the fact that Gideon is our second-person narrator, we get a much more neutral version of Harrow’s life 

How Lyctors work: Love it. What a choice. My favorite takeaway from the first book, and perhaps the only thing I still think about actively while lying in bed at night, is the necromancer-cavalier system. I think it is fantastic, I love it, it works perfectly for imagining all shades of relationship and is very fun to do to your blorbim. I can’t remember if we found this out so explicitly at the end of the first book--as I said in an aside post while I was reading HtN, the pool scene in GtN pissed me off so much that I had a rage blackout for much of the book and forgot it the second I wrote about it--but the idea that the necromancer can only become this sort of ultimate power by killing this person they, by necessity, have some level of intimate bond with? Exceptional. I love that they are, in a sense, protected and powered by a person who loved them, that they murdered. I am so unbelievably into this idea, and the idea of those who can DO this, and who can’t. Reeled me back to my blorbos all over again. 

Which of course makes the whole thing with Harrow so interesting, because Harrow is someone who can’t deal with the cost of it. In full fairness to her, it wasn’t a choice she got to make, but she certainly does Gideon’s memory no honor by refusing to even acknowledge her sacrifice. She’s spitting on the roast lamb on the altar, so to speak. It’s sort of the murdered children problem all over again, though a million times better done: If an impossible sacrifice is made for you, what do you do to earn it? It’s Saving Private Ryan, and you have to spend your whole life hoping you earned a sacrifice someone made without your consent. And you should! What will you do, to earn your place? I know, i know, we all hate that except for me, but if Gideon died to make you a demigod, earn your power, and take your responsibility. 

Ianthe: I love a good horrible, manipulative cunt, and Ianthe certainly is that. This isn’t even me joking, she’s one of my favorite characters in the book (Though not my absolute favorite)  and also my poster child for “I support women’s wrongs.” I think it’s so smart and great that at the end, Ianthe makes the wrong choice, and that you are sitting there screaming for her not to do that, and yet when she does it, it feels completely correct. Of course this is a thing that she both can and would do. Ianthe is about hedging her bets, and above all else, about Ianthe. She killed Naberius as soon as she figured out the deal. We get the sense that she feels…i’m not sure how I want to say this…it’s not that she doesn’t feel about it, but she feels inevitable about it, also. To her, there was no other choice. 

She is willing to help Harrow destroy herself, shut herself off, because Ianthe loves a good “you fucking owe me” but also because other than how it benefits or hurts her, what the fuck does she care? I love her, it’s how I wish I could write Minako if I could get away with it. She’s clever and fun and terrible. I think she’s also, narratively, a great balance for Harrow’s whole ‘That girl in homeroom in an Invader Zim hoodie” vibe. 

Mercymorn my beloved: If Ianthe is my poster child for, “I support women’s wrongs” than Mercymorn is my ‘tag yourself.’ The longer the book when on, the more I liked her because the more I understood her. As an old lady who has been a part of things for many years, who has seen them grow and fall apart, who has lost people I loved and worked with people I hate, I loved everything about her. I love how utterly done she is with the whole thing. The way she so clearly loved Cristabel, and how she reacts to the pain of that love in a way I understand, and didn’t realize how clearly I understood her until Mercymorn killed the Emperor. Then it all hit at once, I remember that moment pretty early on in the book where it mentions that is you say Cristabel’s name to Mercymorn, she reacts like she’s stung. The way she yells at Harrow to never use her name with her, filled with rage. That is a kind of grief I recognize. I don’t want to talk about it and i’ll fucking kill you if you remind me. 

I felt every ounce of hurt, a plucking of a twin string, when she said, “This is the chance for unloveable Mercymorn--critical Mercymorn--to show you that she is the most capable of her name.” 

And then she kills the emperor. Do I think he was sorry? Do I think he never wanted any harm to come to Cristabel**? Does Mercymorn think that? It doesn’t fucking matter. Whether he feels bad about it or not, it’s academic at best. She murdered Cristabel because a man she trusted, a man she took to be her God, lied to her about it. He told her she, to save the world, had to give up a person she adored. Had to do it herself. I, too, would rip him atom from atom, if I were Mercymorn***. Maybe she does forgive him, but only because he is about to make repentance in blood. 

She’s my favorite character in the whole fucking book, bar none. 

(On that note, sort of, I actually came to very much love Augustine.)

Oh! One thing I loved, so much, and I don’t think anyone I’ve seen say anything even offhandedly about the book, is during the fight with the Sleeper, how Ortus’ BELIEF and PASSION form the basis to call up Mattias Fucking Nonius. Is that not incredible? That faith, can be so strong, that Abigail could call up a man that none of them ever knew, who is basically an idea more than a man, to fight? I think it’s such a lovely little lesson tucked in there, because we have been making fun of Ortus’ belief system for the entire book, mocking the way he recites this, and in the end, his deeply held belief matters, it matters so much, and I adored that as a real reversal of mocking someone faithful. 

I think part of the underlying problem with GtN is I just don’t like Gideon. I don’t like her point of view, I don’t like her character voice, I don’t like her general vibe, and the narrative does like her, and wants you to like her. In this book, it’s fine because so much of it is not from her perspective, but it became pretty clear to me that so much of what I disliked (though not all) of the first book was a Gideon-based problem. And you can’t escape her in the first book. 

This all flew immediately back to me when Gideon is taking up Harrow’s body and also the narrative duties. I cannot stand her character voice. Muir is capable of being so smart and so beautiful in her prose, but not only is Gideon herself irritating, but she inspires Muir to do this…recitation of memes, the one I can think of off the top of my head is “Jail for mother” Tamsyn i will fucking kill you. I will not read Nona, because the back page tells me, threateningly, that Gideon will be back in Nona, and not only can i not handle reading another word from her, but also that will unmake the beauty of telling Harrow that she has to let Gideon go, that she has to let them become one and thus lose Gideon, because of course it does because it’s a fantasy book, and fantasy just Does This A Lot. Stop letting people come back! Kill these motherfuckers and leave them dead! 

The thing about Pyrrha and Wake having an affair with Gideon’s body, and wake having God’s baby in order to open the locked tomb, it’s such a weird aside in a weird moment, that I can see I am going to forget about it. It’s so strange! I mean, it explains why Gideon didn’t die when she was supposed to, and I don’t have a problem with it per se, but I also don’t know that I have any feelings about it other than, ‘hm. Strange.” 

In all: Not a bad book! Enjoyed it more as the book went on, Mercymorn for Lyfe. I hope Ianthe continues being the world’s sexiest and worst person. 

Did you want to ask me something? As long as you’re not a dick about it, ask away! Let’s have fun. 

*I suppose that’s my own personal de jure vs de facto, because truthfully I can’t remember the last time I straight up did not finish a book. Perhaps I’m just lying to myself. I dnf shows and movies all the time, but not books. 

** No, I don’t think that. 

***Although I’m actually not all that sure in my marriage if I’m the necro. I think I’m actually the cavalier. I don’t think Jill would feel a whole lot of patience over having murdered me either, though.

[softxsuki]

HIiiii! Could I request a letter for your Valentines Day Letter Event?

I’d like one with Nanami Kento with civilian Fem!Reader please. For pet names, im a sucker if he called me ‘love’ in the letter.

We’re in an established relationship for a few years; meeting him during his office era and supporting him going back to being a sorcerer

Tone/Genre: adoration and attention. he’s been very busy and hasn’t been giving me much attention so he acknowledges the things that I’ve been doing and praising them.

Location: we live together, but hasnt been home in a while since he’s been busy with work. He left the letter on the bedside table saying that he’ll see me very soon (he took the day off and is making breakfast now)

Other info:

Were around 27/28 I’m a very loud person but only when comfortable and don’t need the praise of others; however it’s rewarding when I think someone doesn’t care is actually very attentive on what I’ve accomplished. I carry out my own activities (sports, music, cooking) while striving for my carrier (studying and planning). But gets lost easily and gets touched starved and he’s there to ground me, even though it doesn’t seem like he likes it, it’s always something he’s looking forward to.

Thank you! And btw I really admire the changes you’re making within your blog!! Been here since the beginning and will be here to support. Always sending hugs!

Nanami's Love Letter to His Girlfriend

This event is now CLOSED, but you can view the masterlist for the other letters here.

| Pairing: Nanami x Fem!Reader| Genre: Fluff | Post-Type: Letter | Word Count: 790 |

Warnings: kissing

Note: Hey! Thank you so much and Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you like your letter from Nanami! &lt;3

You awaken that morning with a sigh as you look at the empty space beside you–another day of not seeing your boyfriend. Of course you knew he was busy with his sorcerer work, claiming there was a rise of curses around and they needed as many hands on deck to get rid of them.

You felt bad for him, knowing how much he hated working overtime and would much rather do the work he needed to do for the day so he could return to you, but that wasn’t possible. 

Sighing once more, you turn around to hop out your side of the bed, when a small envelope with your name on it catches your eye. With furrowed brows you sit with your feet dangling off the side of the bed and open the envelope to read it’s contents;

Good morning love,

I’m sorry I’ve been away for a few days, you don’t know how much I missed falling asleep beside you, holding you tightly in my arms; it’s the only way I can get a full night of rest now. 

Thankfully I was able to finish up my work quick enough to make it back today. Happy Valentine’s Day, my love. Is that cheesy to say? I just love having a day where I can love you till my heart's content all day long; not that I'd complain about doing that every day, you know I would.

I see how hard you’ve been working, keeping yourself busy while I was away to help pass the time. You’re truly a remarkable woman, I can’t believe you’re mine. You’ve been with me through it all, and I hope I can do the same for you now. Despite this heavy burden of being a sorcerer, I’ll make it all up to you, I vow this to you.

I’ll see you sooner than you think. I love you dearly.

Kento.xx.

Your heart races as you read the letter. Had he stopped by to drop it off while you were asleep? Excitement runs through you at the thought of being able to see him again soon. Especially on a day that was supposed to be dedicated to love…it was perfect.

A sudden rustle from outside your bedroom door has you alert as you think of the worst. Was it a curse? An intruder? Or…possibly the man you were longing to see?

You quickly tuck your feet into your slippers before hastily running towards the sound, not caring that it could be something dangerous, just knowing there was a chance that it was Nanami, had adrenaline running through your veins.

The sound carries you all the way to the kitchen where lo and behold, a tall blond was standing with his back facing you, as he worked away in front of the stove, the sudden smell of food filling your nose. He had your apron tied around his waist with his sleeves rolled up, showing his forearms–his usual attire on.

“Kento…” you mumble, causing Nanami to spin around, his eyes softening as they meet yours. He moves the pan off the stove and hurries to where you’re standing, scooping you up in his arms (IDC IF YOU'RE 80 POUNDS OR 500 POUNDS, THIS MAN WILL SCOOP YOU UP! OKAY????)

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his arms wrapping tightly around you, “Good morning, love” his soothing voice whispers in your ear, nibbling on your earlobes as he does so, getting a reaction out of you.

You have to stop the tears from spilling from your eyes as you wrap your arms around him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

“I missed you,” you say softly, clinging onto him for dear life. You wouldn’t let him run away from you again today. Today he was all yours. “When did you come back?”

“Not too long ago. I finished what I needed to do. The situation is stable for now. The others have it under control so I came to see you. I have to leave again tomorrow though, but today, you have my undivided attention,” he mumbles, gently pulling your chin up, his lips crashing onto yours.

“Mm and first on our schedule is breakfast. Hope you’re hungry,” he presses one last kiss to your lips before putting you down and taking your hand as he leads you to the stove where an array of different foods are already cooked for you.

He had gone above and beyond for you that morning, but it was the least he could do for the one he loved dearly. And it was only the beginning of your day together. He had plenty more up his sleeve to show you how much you truly meant to him.

Posted: 2/14/2024

[chaomother]

Can I have Sonic x reader jealous hcs? ( doesn't matter who's jealous)

yes you can! thanks for your patience, enjoy!

「sonic the hedgehog x gn!reader || headcanons」

when he’s jealous: 〚before dating〛

✩ When Sonic feels jealous and isn’t fully aware of the fact, he tends to be more touchy-feely with you—using any excuse possible to hold your hand or hug you. It doesn’t fully quell the spiteful fury scorching his gut, but it helps him feel assured to feel your body heat against him.

✩ He also tends to get morose and uncommunicative, the scowl on his face lucid from a mile away. Sonic will manspread with his foot tapping rapidly as he watches you and the guy you’re chatting with, seething. Knuckles or Tails will try to point out to him that he’s being moody, and he just snaps, “Yeah, and? If [Name] can pay attention to someone else—”

“Oh, so this IS about [Name].”

“What does that mean, Tails?!”

✩ As mean-spirited as this sounds, Sonic will purposefully show off his skills at the cost of someone else. Anything that’ll make you think higher of him than anyone else, and to get your sole attention on him. We all know that Sonic is proud and self-assured of his abilities, but he’ll give credit where credit is due; but in this case, he’ll overplay his own part in things just your eyes to be focused on him for a moment longer.

〚after dating〛 ✩ Now when the two of you are already in a relationship and he feels the familiar, dreadful fires of jealousy, Sonic will stop everything just to grab your face and plant a kiss on your lips. It doesn’t matter if you’re in the middle of a conversation or otherwise doing something either. “What was that for, Sonic?” “Just felt like kissing my angel♡”

And once the two of you get home, his hands are immediately all over your body as he presses you close against him. Considering how hot-and-heavy he was being all of a sudden, it’s easy for you to realize what he’s doing and subsequently call him out on it. When you ask him if he’s jealous, he’ll pout, bringing his mouth down to your neck to leave kisses there, “So what if I am? I love you, [Name], I love you so much.” His quiet voice resonates with your beating heart, and you open your arms up for him. He swiftly sweeps you into his arms and shuts the bedroom door behind you both.

✩ Another thing he’ll do is simply pick you up into his arms and proceed to carry you around everywhere. It’s pretty obvious that him carrying you like this is romantic, with how his lips brush softly against your forehead and the absolute tender glimmer in his eyes when you look at him; and he finds comfort in that, because there’s no one brave enough to flirt with you when you’re in the arms of Sonic The Hedgehog.

✩ Sonic will also bait you into admitting your love for him in front of other people. He’s very much for staking his claim openly for you, letting every person who he views as a threat know that you’re his. And to hear you blatantly confess your affections for him gives him a power rush and helps mitigate his jealousy. 

when you’re jealous:〚before dating〛

✩ When your own jealousy flares before the two of you have made your feelings for each other known, you get awfully childish. You won’t let him help you or carry you around like usual (especially if you’re fretting about how much he just holds onto someone else, even in the context to save them; and you know that isn’t fair). But then you can’t help but feel overjoyed when he refuses to listen to you and obdurately saves you from any danger anyway. “I can’t let you get hurt! I don’t know why you’re mad at me, but I won’t let you fall! Ever!”

✩ You know Sonic has a ton of admirers, citizens and fans alike who’d do anything for him; and it’s always your own fault when you get into your head about them fawning over him. You thought you’d never admit your dislike towards his supporters—but you did in a heated moment, saying, “I don’t like it when they’re all over you! What makes me any different than them?”

“Haha, what are you talking about? Your opinion is the only one that matters to me anyway,” he grins sincerely, reaching his hands out to seize up your own, “Well? I’m waiting for you to praise me!!”

〚after dating〛 ✩ Sonic goes absolutely feral when you get jealous. He’ll tease you, thinking you’re the cutest little thing in the whole universe, while simultaneously feeling his heart and ego grow in size from how much he adores you and how you’re scared of losing him. He’ll shower you in endless kisses, whispering against your ears, “I love you, I love you. How could I ever look at anyone else when you’re this irresistible and good to me?”

Despite his more lighthearted, playful remarks meant to soothe your palpitating heart, Sonic does take your concerns very seriously and will get stern in reassuring you that you’re the one he wants and loves. He’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it.

[themultifandomgal]

Hey honey ♡ is it okay if I ask for an imagine with Kelly Severide in which the reader is Kelly's younger sister, who recently graduated from medicine and who decided to serve the country in the war as a combat medic. When she tells her brother the news, he isn't very happy, which ends up causing a small fight between them, but in the end Shay convinces Kelly to let the reader go.

Kelly Severide- Stay Safe

YN Severide just graduated Med school. Of course her older brother Kelly was extremely proud of her, he was the loudest person at her graduation. After graduating YN started thinking about becoming a combat medic. After talking to Jay Halstead she applied and got the job. Now it’s time to tell her brother she’s leaving in a few weeks time.

Nervously YN places a plate down in front of Kelly after inviting him over to hers for dinner. Tonight is the night she’s going to tell her brother than she’s leaving

“This looks amazing YN. Thank you. So what did you want to talk about?”

“Maybe we should eat first”

“Why? Your not pregnant are you? Because if you are I’ll fucking kill….”

“I’m not pregnant” YN chuckles and Kelly breathes out a sigh of relief. YN’s laugh come to a halt as she takes a bite of food

“So what is it then?”

“Eat your food first”

“YN your worrying me. Just tell me. Are you sick?”

“No. Ok…. Erm….. please don’t shout”

“What have you done?” Kelly’s voice raises making YN more nervous

“I’ve been accepted to work as a combat medic” YN says quickly

“You what!” Kelly stands up yelling

“Kel…”

“Are you an idiot? Your gonna get yourself killed! I’m not gonna sit and watch you die”

“Kelly I know your upset but….”

“Upset? Upset? I’m furious” Kelly moves to the front door

“Don’t go. You haven’t finished your dinner”

“Suddenly I’ve lost my appetite” with that Kelly leaves YNs apartment, slamming the door behind him.

“Can you believe her shay? It’s like she wants to kill herself”

“Ok your just being dramatic now” Shay scolds her best friend the following day “she’s a grown woman who can do whatever she wants. I know your worried for her but you have to trust that she knows what she’s doing”

“What if she gets hurt though? What if she…” Kelly shakes his head not wanting to think about his little sister possibly dying

“Then we would cross that bridge if that ever happened, but she’s going to be a medic. She’s not fighting”

“But she’s still going to be on the field. Bombs could go off. She could get shot”

“She’s not going to be alone. No matter your feelings I think YN will be going and do you really want her leaving while your arguing?”

“I don’t want her going full stop” Kelly folds his arms in a huff

“I know, but you having a paddy isn’t going to stop her. I suggest you suck it up and go see her. Let you her know you support her. So when she comes home, which she will, then your relationship with her won’t be strained” this causes Kelly to groan. She knows Shays right, but that doesn’t mean he likes it.

That evening Kelly arrives at YNs apartment

“What are you doing here? If your coming for another argument I’m not in the mood” YN sighs turning around, leaving the front door open

“I’m not here to argue” Kelly says walking in “I’m here to apologise to you” YN raises her eyebrows not expecting this at all “I spoke to Shay earlier and she knocked some sense into me. Look I can’t pretend I’m not worried for you or scared, but Shay was right. Your an adult now, I can’t tell you what to do. Just promise me you’ll stay safe. I don’t want a phone call telling me you’re hurt”

“I promise I’ll be as safe as I can” Kelly pulls his little sister in for a hug “I’m going to miss you”

“I’ll miss you too”

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Strength

Summary: It takes courage and strength to publicly announce your relationship, but with Dino by your side, anything is possible. 

Oneshot 

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort (It’s mostly comfort), Established Relationship au

TW: Mentions of anxiety and slight negative comments about Dino’s and the reader’s relationship (in the very beginning).

Word Count: 1,711

Requested: just a comfort angst/fluff with chan who's having dating rumors around him and you but pledis/hybe said it was ok for them to date, but his s/o is still really anxious about coming out since they're scared fans might hate them, but dino comforts her and she appears on danceology with dino and carats are so happy dino's found someone

Chan (Dino) X Reader 

A/n: This may not be my best work, but I still hope you're able to enjoy it!

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Maybe it would have been alright if you didn’t go out with Chan yesterday. If you didn't hug him before he went off to his schedule, then the rumors would have started. If none of that happened, it’d all be okay,...

But here you were scrolling through the news articles headlining, “SEVENTEEN's Dino spotted with a partner?!” While you had seen some fans rallying to support, all you could see were the negative ones saying, “It should be me!” or “Why are they with him?" Or worse, "They can’t possibly be his type?!” And it continued to break your heart as you read each one, but you couldn't stop consuming them. 

You just wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend on a starlit evening. And now, everyone is in your business. With a sigh, you put your phone on the nightstand and wait for Chan to return from his early morning practice. 

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When you and Chan started dating, he took you to a meeting with the CEOs telling them of your guy's relationship. They were okay with it as long as you two were willing to keep it secret. But it doesn’t matter how cautious you are. You can still slip up, and you both did. 

While you loved Chan with all your heart and knew the risks of entering a relationship with him, you were now terrified that the risks would outrank the reward of being with the love of your life. If staying together not only meant destroying your boyfriend's life but his best friends' lives too... You weren't sure you could live with that. While there were cases where idols date and their fans are happy and support them with no problem. You lived through the era where an idol caught dating had to leave the industry and their 'family' behind. Perhaps times have changed, but their wretched words left you in doubt that they had. 

Before your thoughts can grow any darker, you hear the door creek open and see your prince charming. “Hey baby,” he cheers as he enters your shared bedroom before joining you on the bed. “Hi,” You whisper, and he asks, “You’ve seen the articles?” You nod, “Yeah,... that’s all I’ve seen this morning.” He nods, grabs your hands, and holds them in his, “Well, tell me your thoughts.” You start telling him how you worry it'll ruin his career if you two go public after telling the truth. And that you’d much rather deny it if it keeps him and his brothers safe. 

He listens to your worries as he rubs his thumbs over the tops of your hands. When he's sure you've let it all out, he counters your thoughts with his own, “What if it doesn’t go how you believe it will? What if it’s different this time? What if, like Rocky and Bo Yeon, we're alright? And what if Carats decide they're going to support our relationship to the nth degree?” You look at him with tears threatening to fall, “I… but, what if it doesn’t? I don’t want your dream to disintegrate before your eyes. If we decide to tell them.” He shakes his head, “But you’re a part of my dream too now, and without you, I don’t see a future where I am content.” You shake your head and whisper, “I feel the same way.” And he continues, “If you’re worried about Seventeen, you know them as well as I do. They aren't going down without a fight. Since you started dating me, they've considered you a part of the family. They'll do anything in their power to protect their family.” You nod and look down at the bedsheets. You let out a “Yeah,...” in disbelief.

He sighs, “Baby, look at me.” You slowly raise your head and look up at him, and he smiles, “I love you, and I promise no matter what happens, I won’t give up on you. And the rest of the members won’t give up on us either. If there is one thing I know about Carats, it's their endless support. And if they know I love you, they'll love you too. I promise.” You gulp and nod, “I love you too, and I won't give up on us. I know you’re right. I’m sorry those articles planted a seed of doubt in my mind, Chan.” He shakes his head, “You don’t have a reason to be sorry. Your feelings are valid, no matter the circumstance. Why don’t we think of ways to come out to everyone?” 

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A day later, you're standing in their practice room after deciding that you two would perform a danceology together. It would be the first time you both danced on camera together. And while you were a little nervous, Chan kept reassuring you that you were doing fine. Choreography feels different from just dancing in your kitchen together, but the way it feels? It's magical, and you can't get enough of it. Experiencing his world firsthand, you see why he fell in love with it. Maybe the reason why you guys got caught was so you could experience choreography for the first time. 

You two worked your hearts out on it. Rearranging pieces that felt awkward until you both thought it was perfect. By the last Wednesday of the month, you had filmed the final choreography for the posting on Friday. With a few edits on Thursday, you both were satisfied with the outcome.

It started with you 'talking' with 'your besties' about Chan. Before they pushed you out into the middle of the dance floor at the same time as Chan’s crew did. Making you both meet in the middle of the room, he grasped your right hand in his left. And lead you in a ballroom-like dance around the room as if he was sweeping you off your feet before spinning you off. And separated, you mirrored each other’s moves facing the opposite way. You both made your way to the middle until your backs touched and slid down to the floor together. You two grasp your hands together as though you were finding strength in each other as you bring each other up and spin inwards to face each other. And you both couldn’t help but smile at each other as you looked into each other's eyes. He released your hands before wrapping his arms around you, and you wrapped yours around his neck. The video ended with you both staring into each other’s eyes. 

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Pledis announced on Wednesday that ‘Dino’s Danceology with a special guest!’ would be coming out. And because the dating rumors were never confirmed nor dismissed. It left everyone wondering if this would be the answer to all their musings. Or if Chan wanted to keep the mystery guest a surprise for Carats. 

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You both sat there waiting with bated breath as it uploaded to the internet. And watch as the comments came flooding in. You couldn’t help but grin as you read all the sweet words. “Did you see the way they moved across the stage together?!” You grin. You both had worked hard on the dance on such short notice. “Their chemistry is unmatched!” And he whispers to you, “If that ain’t the truth.” And you grin and grab his hand in yours as you laugh before reading another comment, “I don’t know if I wish to be (Y/n) or Dino!” You squeeze his hand and continue reading, “Forget biasing Dino- I am now a (Y/n) bias! Look at them!! They’re spectacular!” He pouted at that, and you laughed, “Don’t worry, baby. I’m sure they love you just as much~” You pause for a second before continuing, “Plus, you’re the real professional here. They’ll always love you. They have a different way of showing their support!” He grins, “I know. I’m so glad they support you, me, and our relationship.” You lean your head on his shoulder, “Me too.” 

When both of you grow tired of looking at the screen, you close the computer. Let go of Chan's hand, wrap your arms around him, and whisper, “I love you.” He says it back, and you tell him, “I guess my worries were all for not.” You feel him shake his head 'no' against your shoulder as he says, “No, they were valid, my dear. A bit misguided, but valid nonetheless.” You both sigh in contentment as he places little kisses on your collarbone. And enjoy that people perceive your relationship with positivity. 

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The following day, news articles confirm your relationship. Your combined statement is the feature of each of them. And now everyone knew that you were dating Chan. And you check all the replies and only run into a few that are negative. But the majority are sweet, saying things like, “Oh, I’m so glad they found each other!” and “I’m so happy they’re together!” Your favorite was, "I can see why he fell for them! They're perfect for each other." And each comment warms your heart as you read them. And it makes you realize how thankful you are for Chan’s fans and all the non-carats that supported you both. 

He puts your mugs of tea down on the coffee table, “Well, what did they say?” You smile, “That we’re a perfect match, and how happy they are because we’re together.” He nods with a tiny smirk, “Just as I thought, then?” You agree, “Yeah, I think it went even better than we could have imagined.” He agrees, and you clink your cups together before drinking your tea. You put your phone away and reach over and grab his hand, “They're right. I'm so happy we're together." He grins, "Me too." 

You finish your tea together before he pulls your hand up and slowly dances with you. "I loved dancing choreography with you, but this? This is where all my dreams come true." You blush at that, "You're so cheesy, but I can't help but agree. Wherever you are, that's where I want to be." He grins, and you dance until the sun sets and retire to bed together. Both of you go to sleep basking in the fact that you no longer have to hide your relationship.

[jeons-catalyst]

There is no doubt in my mind that Jimin and JK are together and to cast doubt on their bond and love is disrespectful. I say this because they have told us in their own way time and time again, and enlisting together could not make it any clearer. They are each others person, and have been for years. Saying they’ve slept with others or had other relationships is extremely doubtful, seeing what we know of their characters and what they’ve told us and their wants and desires, we just have to be willing to listen. Open your eyes.

I personally don’t give a tiny rats ass if people don’t think Jimin and Jungkook are more than friends. That is their opinion and i am not going to go out of my way to change it because it’s not like people’s opinions of Jimin and Jungkook’s relationship with each other changes their reality. What grinds my gears is seeing people disrespecting or invalidating their bond by claiming that they are not close or that all there is to them is Fanservice after everything we have seen these two do for and to each other for over a decade.

Even someone who has been blind since the days of Moses can clearly “see” that these two are each other’s persons in so many different ways. They are clearly partial to each other and we see that even more in Jk than Jimin. Jk has always be it intentionally or unintentionally made sure it was clear that Jimin just wasn’t the same as the other members to him. I mean why else do you think that everyone cries fanservice when it comes to Jimin and Jungkook? Jungkook and Jimin do things for each other that they don’t do for others and everyone see it, whether they care to admit it or not.

They also know that Jungkook is incredibly loud about Jimin even though he very clearly isn’t loud about others and that is why you see things like this.

When they cannot explain why Jungkook was extra supportive of Jimin during FACE era and openly keeping up with everything he put out in chapter two but didn’t do the same for others, they come up with stuff like this.

You also know that they 100% see that some effort is “lacking” when it comes to Jk being loud about other people and that is why you see things like this.

It’s the way the gaslight themselves and believe in their own lies💀.

Then you have the delusional ones who cannot be bothered to watch real content saying things like this.

Who in their right mind watches real content and then goes to say stuff like this? Wasn’t it almost around the same time last year when we had people mass crying and claiming that the company had stopped Jk from mentioning someone and had forced him to keep mentioning Jimin to promote their ship? And it’s the way there is no coherence whatsoever. One minute they are claiming that Jk is silent about others because he is gatekeeping them, protecting their relationship or doesn’t want to draw attention to them because they are in a homophobic country (even though others can mention Jk as much as they like) and then the next minute they are saying stuff like this.

Trust me when i tell you that everyone sees that Jimin and Jungkook are special to each other. They see it but they refuse to acknowledge it because that is not what they want.

“ Saying they’ve slept with others or had other relationships is extremely doubtful, seeing what we know of their characters and what they’ve told us and their wants and desires, we just have to be willing to listen. Open your eyes.”

Now i must say that we don’t know these guys personally and as much as there is a good chance that we are right about them, there is also a chance that we could be wrong so i wouldn’t go putting my neck under a guillotine ready to die because of my belief in them being together simply because we don’t have all the information. So it is ok for people to have reasonable doubt but what i do not agree with is people claiming that they have slept with others or had relationships with others because we do not know that. It is possible that they have? 100% but no one except them can speak on that with certainty.

[eco-lite]

Volume 5 thoughts! I can’t believe I have to wait until November for volume 6. 😩

“Citrine Undaunted”

* Bye bye, Shimomura. 👋🏼 Good luck following your passions. I hope Seigi will take inspiration from this.

* This is truly such a bizarre story. Why does it feel like Ms. Darling is some supernatural creature trying to influence Seigi’s path in life? And her compliments about Seigi’s hands are very uncomfortable.

* “It was a lot easier when you let your brain process what you were going to say before you opened your mouth, rather than blurting out something stupid in a panic” (36). Seigi… are you just learning this now?

* I can’t wait for Seigi to do some actual self-reflection and realize that he doesn’t give a shit about being a civil servant.

* Richard loves showing Seigi bi-colored stones, huh…?

* Richard sending emojis makes me so happy.

“A Visage in Sardonyx”

* Poor Homura. Let’s hope third time’s the charm for him. He does seem a bit to quick to marry though.

* Wait, so agate is quartz too? I never new so many stones were varieties of quartz!

* I never know how cameos were made either—that’s so cool!

* “‘Say, for example, you love someone in a romantic sense, but that person doesn’t even consider you a romantic possibility. You’re just someone they “care about deeply”’” (81). Please don’t say this to Richard. That’s gonna hit way to close to home. 🥲

* I’ve considered before that Richard may have wanted to just stop living, but it doesn’t hurt any less for him to confirm it. I’m glad he has support now. It gives new mean to when he says that Saul saved his life, though.

* SEIGI! How are you going to say that your relationship with Richard hasn’t changed at all, and that you’re just boss and employee?! After everything you went through together in the last volume??? Now that you regularly go out to dinner together and talk in the phone until 1:30am?????? What is your problem, man?

* I know the circumstances are weird, but I think Richard and Tanimoto would get along really well and have a lot to talk about. I’m excited for them to meet!

* Although I feel weird about the whole “in love with my stepmother” thing, this case was an interesting exploration of different kinds of love—and how defining your love for someone sometimes isn’t the most important thing. What matters is that the love is there. I suppose I agree with that. It definitely matters how you define the relationship that the love occurs in, though. Seigi needs to start thinking about that.

“The Majesty of Zircon”

* I agree that strict government work probably is t right for Seigi, but damn, his classmates are brutal!

* “And that was how the first step of my self-assessment started—with the fact that I apparently didn’t know the first thing about myself being shoved in my face” (110). Yeah, there are several things you don’t know about yourself, Seigi. Once again, I am begging you to do some self-reflection!

* Woah, a flashback and a POV switch?!

* “‘… I have a interest in waterside ecosystems’” (124). Wow me too!

* Not Jeffrey suggesting they burn the Claremont estate down 😅

* Lol the catharsis of punching Jeffrey in a dream. Wish I could do that. If Richard’s dream is accurate… wtf, Jeffrey?

* “‘…I don’t know how many people you must’ve hurt by being such an impossibly insensitive jerk. A guy like you would never be popular with the high school girls in Delhi, no matter how handsome you are. I could call a dozen of my old friends, and they’d all be like “No thanks”’” (172). You tell him! I love Monica so much.

* Lol Richard giving himself a pep talk in order to make a salad.

* This puts a new perspective on the scene in “White Sapphire” when Richard tells Seigi that he should value himself more than to just throw himself into dangerous situations to save others. Richard learned that lesson himself. He also cares about people deeply enough to take crazy desperate actions. Saul was the one who taught Richard to have more care for himself, and now Richard is passing on that advice to Seigi.

“The Grace of Peridot”

* Not Richard making Seigi read Les Misérables lol

* No Seigi, your past is not “better left unsaid!” Please tell us!

* I really don’t understand why Richard’s parents ever thought they could make their relationship work. Like, how do a conservation-focused entomologist and a self-obsessed actress even fall in love with each other??

* I can’t believe I’m past the point where Seigi saying he would jump into a fire if Richard begged him to doesn’t phase me at all. Yeah, that’s normal Seigi behavior. 🤦🏽‍♀️ For real though, the image of Richard crying and begging is truly very distressing. I hope he never feels so much pain.

* I don’t think we’ve seen Seigi call Richard cute before. And not only cute, but “like a matcha frappé with whipped cream and chocolate chips and muscovado sugar” (256). Wowie.

* This reunion with Chieko is so sweet. Richard is actually being adorable.

* “At any rate, I knew that Richard was not fit to stand around and chat, so I decided to wrap things up there” (258). It’s really hitting me just how attentive Seigi is to Richard’s emotional needs. It’s not just carrying candy around to pacify him when he’s in a bad mood. In this situation, Seigi understands that reuniting with Chieko is a very happy, but also emotionally exhausting experience for Richard. Seigi knows just when to remove them from the situation and come back another time. It’s very sweet.

* HOMURA PLEASE WHY ARE YOU HERE? Well, at least it seems like this relationship will succeed. Third time’s the charm.

* I’m so happy that Richard had such a caring mother figure, and that they’re reunited now. I hope they can see each other often.

* Ew not Margaret Thatcher 😑

* Classic marriage mixup once again.

* Wtf is Richard going to say to him?! You can’t just not let us in on this, Tsujimura!

“Andalusite on Christmas Eve”

* Tanimoto: misunderstands Seigi as always. Seigi: “There really are no gods in this world, huh?” 🥲

* “‘Now, I’m just speaking for myself, but special days can be a bit like storms. And in stormy weather, what you need isn’t a compass or sails but a calm harbor where you can set anchor.’ And then Richard said softly that he prayed that I would find such a place” (291). Holy shit. 🥲🥲

“Tiger’s Eye Look Back”

* A cute little story from the first few months of Seigi working at Étranger. I’m trying to figure out why this little scene was included, though. Maybe to show us just how far both Seigi and Richard have come since the beginning of the story.

* I find it really interesting that Seigi never questions why he finds Richard so beautiful. I feel like a typical “straight” man would not be so casual about thinking another man is beautiful, or having any of the other extremely romantically coded thoughts Seigi has about Richard. But I do appreciate that this series normalizes all different types of people finding beauty and happiness in all sorts of things.

Unrelated to a specific case, but now that Tsujimura has established multiple perspectives besides Seigi’s, I really want to read from Richard’s perspective. I know that would diminish the mystery around him and take away from learning about him as Seigi does, but I really want to know his thoughts in the moment he met Seigi. I’d love a re-telling of that first case from Richard’s POV.

[gatheringbones]

Hi! I saw your advice on another ask and so am hoping you might be open to taking another. If not, it’s ok if you disregard I don’t mean for this to be an obligation.

What’s your suggestion for people who frame abuse and bullying (and, at this point, severe and longterm cyberstalking) as an appropriate punishment for actions of yours they deem wrong? I haven’t interacted with this person in years because I eventually realized they would never stop finding reasons to “punish” and then “forgive” me and the punishments just got worse and worse. But now they’ve been harassing me and recently my family too because they’ve convinced all their friends that me going no-contact is further evidence of my “guilt”.

Really, I’m looking for any kind of resources that are specifically designed for or about this type of abuse. If you know of anything I can do to prevent it that doesn’t involve the police or deleting social media (I’ve already done the second many times but I won’t force my family to do it too) that would help too.

Oh, love this. This person has figured out that if they label you an abuser, they can do whatever they want to you and your primary relationships with no consequences. They get to fulfill a variety of emotional needs by fixating on a revenge crusade that allows them to play a role that makes them feel powerful and safe, and they get to manipulate you and your family members into whatever roles support that narrative. They'll go on trying to start up new opportunities for role-play as long as it continues to net them positive rewards; the only way to prevent that is to make every attempt as boring and as frustrating as possible.

The only suggestion I can think of is to talk to your family members about not feeling the need to defend or protect you or engage with them on your behalf, to not even try to "save" you from the story that's been presented to them. They don't need to stand up for you, or devote time to figuring out whatever fresh tactic this person comes up with, or discern whether you're really guilty or not. It's fine. You guys can talk amongst each other about what guilt and accountability mean to each of you for as long as you want, which is the most important part of making sure that your family members get their needs met with you so they don't need to attempt to fix or solve or understand the issue from the mouth of the crusader. The more you can all avoid being distracted or debilitated by shame and fear, the better, even if you were really at "fault" for something.

There's an opportunity buried at the heart of this that's hard to describe, but I really want to recommend some of the essays from Beyond Survival, especially the ones by kai cheng thom and adrienne marie brown about what the community response ought to be when harm takes place, and what structures exist in our imaginations that shape the dynamics and flow of energy and the words and symbols used during conversations and interactions surrounding harm.

Whose methodology is it to use harm done as a pretext for judging/shaming/categorizing/sterilizing/liquidating? What empires perfected and shaped entire aspects of society around these same pretexts? Where does it all stop, and when does harm done to harm done become inert and dissipated and creates no further context and opportunity for harm? Who benefits?

[vethsoddities]

Veth’s Steph and Pete Headcanons

CW:This Follows The canon of NPMD the best I can so mention of funeral’s and death and the like so be warned if I forget any warns tell me and I’ll add them

and if I spelt or got any lore wrong lmk nicely thank you

Master List

A/n: I’m totally “normal” about these two I wrote these at 1 - 2 am and b4 that I tagged all of these at 1am hope these makes since I’m on new meds and they made me kinda tried and my eyes hurt so bad anyhow my requests are open check my master list it’s pinned on my profile anyway enjoy these headcanons I’m also going through and editing all this at 2:58 am so technically I’ve been working on this from 1 am to 2 am to 3 am I hope you like this

Stephanie Lauter and Peter Spankoffski headcanons

After all that happened in NPMD ie Steph losing her dad and Pete losing Richie and Ruth and Steph having to shoot him and Max stopping the bullet and doing the whole “I’m the only one who can kill you nerdy prudes” and Grace taking one for the the team by giving up what she cherished most 

Pete and Steph didn’t want to be far from each other and ending up holding each other for a while so that led to them having sleepovers at the others home Steph hated being all alone in that big house so she was glad to have Pete being there with her.

They both try to comfort the other when they start to breakdown after all that has happened Steph seems like the type who doesn’t know how to comfort someone same with Pete but they both try and they love the other for that

Steph and Pete didn’t label their relationship right away because they weren’t sure what would happen after all that went down but they knew for a fact they loved the other after a LONG and I mean a Long time of denying the fact they were in love each other like they canonically had a song about it too but after a bit calls each other their partner or girlfriend/ boyfriend thing

These two in my mind both have They in their pronouns and or possibly t4t because they aren’t totally straight in my mind Pete to me seems unlabeled but Steph is either Pansexual or Bisexual and could be gender-fluid and or She/they but either Gender fluid or Demi girl she has She/They pronouns

Pete without a doubt is trans FTM and uses He/Him and possibly on occasion uses They and or them and I could possibly see him as Asexual but I’m not for sure on that one just yet

Pete definitely drives home the fact that Steph is smart and that he’s proud of her and whatever else Solomon told her is bull shit and he loves her no matter what and that he will be their for her no matter what

Steph does the same type of thing for Pete that he is in fact cool to her and not a loser and comforts him fully and says that he’s a handsome always especially when gender dysphoria kicks his ass and will be their for him through it all

This could be me projecting but these two would probably give a little smooch on the other’s forearm and tell the other they love them

I feel like Steph would do Pete’s hair into different hairstyles, Steph definitely teases him lovingly about the bow ties still

Steph at some point mentioned thinking about doing a wolf cut or short hair and Pete supported her no matter what Steph did the same with his hair if he wanted to cut it or let it grow more either way she could still run her hands through his hair

And as Steph does in canon affectionately calls Pete a Nerd and him possibility calling her Mean Girl or probably something else it’s 3:11 am rn and I’m proof reading this when I could be sleeping to creativity is low lmfao

Homecoming was fun for both of them and as it should be I think they have photos of it both digital and Polaroid and for the Polaroids, they have the pictures hanging up on an aesthetic string and clips thing

Content warring here’s the mention of Funerals and death(ig I don’t think I say it at all but still be aware)

Now when it came to the funeral’s of Richie,Ruth it was a ruff time for both of them and seeing as they all were friends it was one of the Moments Steph comforts Pete even if it wasn’t something she was good at still

and after words they visit Ruth and Richie’s graves and leaves flowers and possibly Anime themed stuff for Richies grave and no matter what both Ruth and Richie gets flowers on their respective graves 

When Solomon’s funeral came around I think Stephanie kinda shut down having to be around her fathers colleagues friends and connecting and was going into auto pilot going through the motions of everything that she knew how to act as to make sure Solomon’s image looked good

Pete was their with her and after a while pulled her away from the people so he could make sure she was okay as she could be for what was happening and she just broke down and they decided to leave after funeral things happened

I feel like after wards of both funerals just like after NPMD but before homecoming’s they just held each other to comfort one another and saying sweet things to each other because they love each other

[transboysokka]

ok theres this tag game and i cannot for the LIFE of me find who tagged me im so sorry BUT

youre supposed to put the first sentence of your fics and see if there's some kind of pattern. sounds cool let's go!

“You’d probably be good at this, Sokka,” Zuko called from across the kitchen where he mixed together rice flour, sugar, and water. - Short and Sweet

“So… you’re really breaking up with me?” Zuko asked again. - Maiko Breaks Up. Zuko Has Realizations

Sokka was no stranger to grief. - do not stand at my grave and cry

Sokka narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend seated at the head of the council table. - Impact

Aang blinked at the face of the boy who had just emerged from the bushes in front of him. - Zuko Amongst the Dragons

Zuko peeled off his soiled tunic, trying desperately not to think about what had happened less than a day ago below Ba Sing Se. - If I fade away (The awful things we do to make the head go quiet)

Izumi opened the door to Zuko's office, entering with a sigh and throwing her schoolbag onto the sofa against one wall, flopping down onto it. - Mother

He doesn’t know where he is. - It was Cruel and it was Wrong

The first time it happened was only a few months after Sokka had moved out of the Fire Nation Palace to take up his new position in what was now being called Republic City. - bad idea right?

"Zu...?" - A Problem Halved is a Problem Shared

“I’m sorry, but no. The crisis that started the United Republic is still too fresh in our citizens’ minds for us to give away even more land!” Fire Lord Zuko’s voice echoed through the council chamber, louder now than the last several times he’d made a similar point. - Playing the Long Game

Zuko sat at the desk in the bedroom, looking out at the beach from the window of the vacation home on Ember Island he’d bought with Sokka. - The Last Five Years

Zuko did a lot to support Sokka in their relationship. - In Which Sokka is Supportive Ally Boyfriend Goals

Zuko couldn't stop thinking about it. - The End of All Things

Zuko spat blood, hoping Sokka wouldn't hear, and that he also hadn't heard the wet cough bubbling up in his throat since he'd been returned to their cell from his most recent interrogation. - One Last Time

“Search them!” - Zuko and Sokka Get Engaged in the Most Zukka Way Possible

"We're not good for each other." - Keeping it in the Family

"...Who did this to you?" - Scratchy

"Hey, why are you walking like that?" - Hidden Pain, Shared Love

"I promise I'm fine... I just need some rest, that's all." - Keeping Score

He never really thought he had a problem. - Nourishing the Flame Within

Sokka looked up into Zuko’s eyes, giving a small smile. - Scars of Trust

Conclusion: Uhhh I don't really notice any major patterns other than that I like to start a story in the middle of an action, which I already knew and that I DO like to start off with dialogue because I LOVE writing dialogue and I also think that's like my strongest point as a fic writer. So.

Tagging: ok no this is SO fun that literally anyone who sees this should do it and tag that I tagged you so I can see! I want EVERYONE to do this!