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I drew exactly 2 icons for pride month and yeah
#toga himiko#i asked a friend if they wanted an icon for pride month#and they say yeah Mexican Hawks#ahora hawks es mexicano me lo confirmo horikoshi
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@pampanope thank you for the request!! I accidentally messed up so I had to delete the original 😔
When I think of something like this I definitely think of Johnny! I love the Scott he such a sweetheart!! I’m definitely becoming a soap girly and I love it!!
Night Market!
Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish x Civilian!femreader
Summery: going on a trip for a little you time you find yourself in while going through the night market you meet a Scottish soldier.
Warnings: not much, fluff, cursing, n as always my writings a Blackfem coded but there should be no exact description to you the reader everyone is welcome! Not strongly proofread
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Night had always been a favorite Mexico may not have been the best place to travel by yourself for you time but never had any problems. Now you walked through the night market of Las Alma’s the smell of Mexican food flowing through the air, bright colors still vibrant with the darkness.
You had to admit it wasn’t the best feeling seeing people with heavy-duty guns just casually walking around, most of them not even soldiers. Walking down the aisle of little shops you stopped in front of a flower booth.
Looking through all the pretty flowers, bundles of red roses, baby breath, sunflowers, peonies, marigolds, and others. Looking through them you felt a presence step next to you, them standing closely.
Looking up you saw a taller man with heavy gear on but dressed in some jeans and a simple shirt his hair styled in a mow-hawk, he was handsome that's for sure soon his eyes met yours wandering one scaring you and making you look quickly back to the flowers in front of you. He chuckled lightly his head turning to look at you, “you shouldn't stare at people with find it weird.” you spoke softly your eyes still avoiding his
“I apologize lassie could help but admire ya.” he laughed lightly.
His laugh made your heart flutter how could such an intimidating guy have such a sweet voice little weird that he decided to flirt with you but you didn't mind. “I bet you say that a lot..” you teased lightly your eyes meeting his.
Wow, he had these really blue eyes they were gorgeous, to say the least his eyelashes were long and feminine-like. “Not all the time, you with a friend? Sorry if it sound creppy of a stranger to ask.” He spoke his hand holding in to his vest as he faced you.
“Yeah I’m with a group we split up for a bit..” you lied couldn’t help it but it’s was a just incase because what if he was wired.
“Not the best idea eh?” He spoke his brow rising.
“Maybe but I can take care of my self, haven’t had any problems.” You spoke your body facing him.
He nodded his mouth opens to say one more thing but ended up closing it only to speak, “I’m John McTavish my friends call me Johnny though.” He introduced himself holding his hand out to shakes yours.
Being polite you shook his hand introducing yourself aswell, “nice you meet you hun.” You spoke your head tilted to the side a small smile laying in your lips. Him returning the gesture giving you a toothy smile that made your heart flutter.
“What ones you looking at?” He asked,
“What..” you muttered your eyes never leaving his.
“Flowers lass, any you like? Saw you staring at the baby breath and peonies..” he said a cheeky grin plasters in his face as he spoke to you.
“Oh!— yeah- um— I was thinking of getting some with the pink roses it would be cute bouquet no?” You asked flustered turning away from him.
God get it together you thought, he some 6 foot guy in the military that could destroy you if he felt like it. But he looked damn good when he smiled at you his head tilted in that teasing manner when he caught you staring at him.
“Yer alright lass?” he chuckled a bit, His deep laughter gives you goosebumps.
You nodded turningyour head towards him, “Mmhm! I've got to get going— haha sorry it was lovely meeting you!” you spoke still flustered.
“Could I walk you back it nearly midnight?” he asked.
Walk you back, bad idea.. He's some random guy you just met. He didn't give you any type of creepy vibes would it really be all that bad? It would be bad if he kidnapped you, “Sure.” you said excusing the wandering thoughts in your head, you had your location on and your friends back home had it your AirPods stuffed in your boob as an extra tracker but you didn't feel worried about it. You did have a gross feeling in your gut about him so why not he was military, British military you're fine.
He walked next to you, the two of you exchanging conversations at your bother walked learning more about one another thought here and there his thick accent was hard to understand sometimes he was something else. You were down bad for some guy you just met, it was disappointing when you finally got to your little hotel and walked through the doors you let him walk you up to your room.
“This is you I take it.” he spoke watching your body stop in front of the door.
“Yeah- sorry we couldn't talk more Johnny,” you said your voice laced with sadness.
He smiled lightly “no worries lass glad I could get you back safely. Lovely meeting you sweetheart, maybe I'll see you tomorrow night.” he spoke shrugging.
“Hopefully-” you said a smile forming on your face.
“Sleep easy lass,” he spoke his hand grabbing yours gently pressing his lips to your knuckles.
You watched in awe as he did so “you too..” you muttered watching the Scott Walker back down the hall looking behind him a few times me to get another look at you.
Opening your door you closed it your back falling agents it “oh my god.. Oh. My. GOD!” you screeched fawnly your hands falling over your face.
In the time son of forty-five minutes, he left you giddy like a schoolgirl, soon to come with the realization that you didn't get his number, socials anything! That made you mad at your self you were completely submitted forgetting to do a basic thing and ask for his number and after the conversation you both had made you let out an angry groan.
It was sad because you would probably never him again you had his name yeah but couldn't find shit on social media. So you had to sleep off the sadness maybe you get to see him tomorrow night.
The morning eventually came you getting ready to head out opening the door you almost stepped on it. A bouquet of flowers and little not attached the the string that held the brown paper that held the flowers as one Picking it up was Pink roses Peonies and baby breath a few eucalyptus leaves around it. It was pretty very pretty some of your favorites even turning the note over it read ‘sorry but I wound be able to see you tonight had to leave mexico due to work, but there's my number I would love to see you again Lassie! - Johnny McTav.’
The note made you smile though it was sad because you wouldn't be able to see him, but he remembered the flowers you were looking at last night when you met putting them all together with a note saying goodbye.
That was the first thing you did putting his number into your phone.
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Hope this is good for you babes! Short but sweet!
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Hello everyone! I decided to continue on with this and make it into a mini series. I still have to figure out how long this will be. No disrespect to the real veterans, only actor portrayal of this show. Hope you enjoy and have a good day/night!
“Where do you want to travel doll; you know after this war is over?”
She gently sits on my lap, with an eager smile on her face. God, she is so beautiful, so perfect to me. Why did it take me so long to see what was right in front of me? We could have had so much time together before this damn war started. But instead, we bickered and fought because of the stupidest shit.
Then again, it’s not too late. Here is hoping that nothing will be able to interrupt us until March.
“Hmm,” Charlie taps her chin, pretending to ponder about my question. Then she smiles at me and winks at me. “Well Lewis, we can go everywhere if you want but I have been hearing about this place in Mexico called Acapulco. They call it the Mexican Riviera and we could use some sun. They also have cliff diving too, I would love to try that sometime.”
I smile and grab her hips. “That sounds beautiful Charlie, but no cliff diving, I am just tired of jumping, you have the war to thank for that. All I want to do is sit on the beach with a glass of whiskey in my hand and you are right next to me. With or without a bathing suit on of course.”
She rolls her eyes playfully and leans down to kiss my lips. “Is that an order, Captain?”
My hands then flip her over then pin her arms over her head. “You know how I get when people don’t follow my orders. Remember that time when the fellas were talking too much and I lit a fuse, throwing it on the ground, do not test me, Charlie.”
She wraps her legs around my legs and pulls me down against her body. “What are you waiting for rich boy…”
Present-December 25, 1944 Ardennes Forest, Belgium
Goddamn war. Goddamn Fuhrer. Out of all the times of the year, that son of a bitch decided to throw an offensive and now we are stuck here in the fucking cold, in the snow. I had plans for Charlie and myself. Go to Paris, buy her the most expensive thing I could find, have a nice dinner, and lock ourselves in my family home.
But that is how life works.
“Hey, what did Sink want?” I asked as I ate my chow. Well, whatever the hell this is. “Must have been the usual Merry Christmas crap huh?”
Dick took a seat right next to me as we watched the soldiers laughing and yelling nuts over and over.
“That and uh, the Germans wanted us to surrender and the general literally said NUTS.”
I snorted and then started laughing at what he said. “Nuts? That’s all McAuliffe had to say? Jesus Christ.”
“Yeah,” he said softly. “I am worried about Doc Roe, he is looking out of it today, not his usual self. I am thinking of sending him into town and getting a hot meal or something. We cannot have one of our best medics succumb to this hellish war.”
It has been a week and I already want this to end. But like a medic, intelligence officers cannot succumb to war, our heads need to be clear to calculate the next move.
“Yeah,” I sigh and watch the soldiers walk back to their foxhole. “How is Charlie doing?”
Dick turns to look at me and gives me a cheeky smile. “She is in her foxhole with Luz, why do you ask?”
I shrug but feel butterflies swarm in my stomach. “I just want to know about my soldiers Dick, I have a right to care for them too. Can I care for them too?”
Dick chuckles and starts to pat my shoulder. “You can, but you care about Charlotte Anderson a bit too much if you ask me.”
My cheeks start to feel hot from the embarrassment. “You know I cannot stand her Dick why are you smiling like that?”
“Because I know about you both,” he said quietly. “I was doing night checks, making sure that all the men were in the barracks. However, I couldn’t help but notice Charlie, sneaking out of your room and then giving you a kiss before she left.”
This man, eyes of a damn hawk I am telling you.
“Okay, okay,” I sighed and smiled to myself. “We got into it one day because I wanted her to open herself more. She stormed off from the bar and followed her to her cabin.” Those scars make me see red; I don’t even know if I should tell Dick about them. I promise Charlie her secrets are safe so that is how they are going to stay. “One thing led to the next, I kissed her and from there we ended up in bed together.” He stood quiet and raised his eyebrows. “I could go into further detail if you want but I do not want to damage your pure and innocent ears.”
Dick rolls his eyes and starts to chuckle. “Yes please, keep those tiny details to yourself, my friend. But just remember that Charlie is not one of those girls you are used to seeing Nix, she is different and women like that are hard to find.”
“And you think I don’t know that Dick,” I said matter of factly. “Why do you think I was drawn to her since the first time I saw her. She doesn’t take shit from me or the rest of the fellas; she is headstrong, knows her shit and like you said, she is one of the finest lieutenants I have ever seen. I still wonder why they did not put her to lead.”
That is what we all wondered. When Moose was shot accidentally by a sentry, everyone was sure Charlie was going to lead, but the regiment decided on something else, someone far less competent if you ask me. And all because she is a woman. It’s funny since half of my contacts in the SOE and the resistance were mostly women, they did not fail me once.
“I wonder that too,” he said softly. “But you know we cannot talk about that.”
“Yeah, I know,” I groan. “Well going to walk around for a bit, my feet are killing me. See you in a bit.”
Standing up, I find myself walking deep into the forest where the rest of the soldiers are. It did not take me long to find Charlie and Luz’s foxhole, their chatter can wake people from a mile away. They were talking, no arguing about who was the better actor, Charlie went for Cary Grant while George went for Humphrey Bogart.
“George, Humphrey does not have anything on Cary Grant,” she began.
“But he acts better that is for sure Charlie. You just have a little too much love for Cary,” he argued back. They didn’t even realize that I was standing right behind them, watching them bicker like children. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you doodled Mrs. Cary Grant all over your journal you carry with you.”
She smacks him playfully on his shoulder and I bite my lip to prevent myself from laughing at the situation. “Oh, what about you, claiming Rita Hayworth to be the love of your life when she does not even know you exist. Not even Katherine Hepburn will go for you George that is what I am telling you.”
“You are supposed to be my friend Charlie. How dare you?” He scolded her playfully.
“Well, that is what you get for saying things about my future husband Cary Grant,” she crossed her arms and turned her head to the side. Then she looked over her shoulder and her cheeks were pink from the embarrassment.
“I know who you want to be your future husband and it isn’t Cary…” She smacked him in the arm and he turned around to look right at me. “Oh shit Captain Nixon, I am sorry that you had to hear that. Do you need anything?”
“I want to talk to the lieutenant, for a moment alone please?”
Luz climbs out of his foxhole and salutes me as he walks away. “See you later Mrs. Cary Grant.” She flipped him off and he disappeared into the forest. I climb inside the foxhole and sit right next to her, pulling her closer.
Charlie leans up and pecks me gently on the lips. “Merry Christmas to you Charlotte Marie. I know this was not part of our plan to spend more time together. But if it still stands, I am willing to go anywhere with you after this is over.”
Her body is shaking yet she manages to keep a smile on her face. “Merry Christmas to you Lewis. What brings you around here?”
I smile and tip her chin up. “Nothing just looking for the most beautiful lady in this regiment. But I guess I am losing her to Cary Grant.”
“Ugh fucking George. Honey, me and Cary Grant will never happen, you know that. Besides I find someone else even more attractive, although he is a brooding asshole who thinks is smarter than everyone else.”
“Hmmm, who can that be?” I joke and she cups my face.
“He is an intelligence officer, who is nothing but a rich boy,” she mumbles and looks down at my lips. “He kisses way better than Cary would. And he…”
She whispers everything I would do to her in my ear, and I start to smile. If we were back in Paris, we would never have left the room. It would just be me, her, and the finest bottle of French champagne.
Charlie leans back and has a smirk on her face. “There it will help you keep you warm.” Oh, I will not let her get away with this.
I pull her to my lap and kiss her hard on her lips. “If we weren’t here, you wouldn’t escape me that easy doll face.” I kiss her again and this time, she starts grinding against me.
We were so into our kiss that we didn’t notice that Luz was standing right in front of us, with a smirk on his face.
“Holy shit,” he whispered under his breath and Charlie hopped immediately off of me. She is red in the face and looks away from both of us. “Is this why you could not go to Paris with the rest of the fellas?”
“Luz you spill one word of this and I will make your life a living hell is that understood?” I ordered.
He gulped and nodded right at me. “I will keep my mouth shut, no peep from me sir and ma’am. But I am rooting for ya…”
“Walk away please.”
“Yes sir, uh right away.” He scurried as fast as he could and before we knew it he was gone.
I turned around and looked at Charlie, who had nothing but a smirk on her face. “What do you find funny Charlotte Marie Rossi?” She shrugs and looks at me.
“You sure scared him shitless.” Then I smile to myself and look away but I can feel those green eyes pierce right through me. “You told Dick didn’t you?”
“He figured it out on his own. I told you he has the eyes of a hawk.”
We both looked at each other and just started laughing.
“Merry Christmas to you Lewis.”
“Merry Christmas to you Charlie.”
Hours Later
After talking with Charlie, I headed back to my foxhole and just sat there, wondering how long this was going to last. Not for my sake, I can handle a lot of shit thrown at me. The one I was worried for was Charlie, who likes to put on a strong face, but I know deep inside, that her morale is wearing thin especially after they basically denied her leadership of the men.
If it were up to me, I would have replaced Dike with her a long time ago. But the fact that there are politics that one must follow in the military is beyond ridiculous to me. It makes me question at times why I join…wait. I start to sniff around, and it smells like a fire.
“Jesus, it must be one of the replacements,” I told myself.
I get out of my foxhole and start walking towards the smell. When I get close to the smell, it is none other than the lieutenants, Dick, and Charlie around a circle. “I swear I thought I could smell a fire.” I get closer and it is a fire. “I did smell a fire. Are you out of your mind? Charlie, are you kidding me?”
“Lewis,” her teeth chattering, hugging herself. “I am on my fucking period, and I feel like needles stabbing me in my stomach so please, let us have this for five minutes. I beg of you.”
“Well, we are in a dell,” Dick answered simply.
“Huh?”
Before anyone can answer, a plane flies overhead and the bombing resumes in the forest. I threw myself on the ground to cover myself from the incoming mortars, while Charlie and Harry tried to put out the fire. All I hear is Charlie and Harry screaming in pain right after something explodes in front of them.
My heart breaks into a thousand pieces when I only hear Harry scream in pain and Dick calling out for Roe. Once I finish calling for two jeeps, I crawl toward where Charlie is, I pull her onto my lap and start patting her face. Her once beautiful eyes were closed, and her face was cut up from all the shrapnel. “Charlie, Charlie sweetheart talk to me.”
But no response. I could see blood seeping from her head but my desperation doesn’t let me see anything else. I just wanted her to wake up.
“Charlie, Charlie, doll wake up for me, for Luz. Luz will go nuts without you Charlie please wake up!!!”
Who am I kidding? Aside from Luz going insane, I will be right there with him. Tears threatened to fall but I couldn’t let them, not here, not in front of the others.
“Lew let her go, let the medic check on her,” Dick said as he gently started pulling me away from her, giving Spina space to check her. I wanted to push him away, to let me hold her in my arms, even if it was for the last time.
“She has a very faint heartbeat,” Spina said giving me a sympathetic look. “But we need to get her to an aid station right away. She is not looking so good.”
Dick and Peacock picked up Harry and took him to his Jeep and I picked up Charlie and took her to her Jeep, setting her on the stretcher. I cup her face and rub her cheek with my thumb. “You stay here Charlotte Marie, you hear me?” Nothing. “We have plans Charlotte, to travel the world, be alone together.” I kiss every part of her face. “And be alone together when we are old. Please come back to me Charlotte.” I kiss her lips and I feel someone pull me back.
“Lewis they need to go,” Dick whispered as he backed us away from the Jeep. “Come on you can visit her later.”
I grab her hand one more time and the Jeeps take off into the deep forest.
“I can’t be here, I need to be with her.”
Dick looks at me with a sad look in his eye. “Look Nix, it’s too dangerous for you to go, stay here and when they have news, they will come back and tell us.”
I don’t even listen to him as I pick up the radio and call in for an extra Jeep to take me into town.
Within minutes, I was on the Jeep and headed straight to town where the aid station was at. I arrived, and the town was in complete and utter chaos. Buildings on fire, bodies lying down on the side of the road. God, I cannot wait for this war to be over.
I hop off the Jeep as soon as it arrives at the aid station and run towards where Charlie is. Doc Roe was walking out, with anger and sadness in his eyes. When his eyes met mine, my heart immediately sank to my stomach.
“I am sorry sir, her heart could not handle it, I am really sorry” he spoke softly.
I feel bile rising, my knees want to buckle. My eyes were all blurry from the tears that already falling down my face. No, not my Charlie.
“Did she, uh,” I sniffle and wipe my tears. “Did she suffer?”
He shook his head. “Not one bit sir, she wasn’t awake.”
I nodded and my lips started to tremble. “Can I see her please?”
He nods and takes me to the room she is in. She was covered already in a blanket.
“Can I have a moment with her please?” I begged.
“Sure sir, just make it quick,” he said and then he left to give me some privacy. I walk towards the bed and kneel right next to her, taking the blanket off her face. When we were in France, I would jokingly cover her face with a blanket, and she really hated it. I already knew she hated it, I just did it to tease her.
Now I regret doing that.
Slowly, I take her hand into mine and kiss it. “You fucking stubborn woman, I swear to God. You were supposed to make it out. We had plans darling. I was even going to give us a shot at the cliff diving when we would go to Acapulco.”
She looks so serene, and peaceful. “God I wish we could have spent more time together. Instead of fighting over petty stupid shit. We could have…”
A sob escapes my lips.
I place my head against her stomach and hold on to her for dear life.
Someone places a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and it’s none other than Dick. “You have to let her go Lewis.”
“But I don’t her to be dumped on the street as if she was trash,” I cried. “She deserves so much better than that.”
“I will personally make sure that she doesn’t I promise you, Lewis,” he said softly. Even he was trying to hold it together.
God, what I am going to tell Luz? How am I going to tell him his best friend is dead?
I sigh and look at her one more time and kiss her softly on her lips, tucking a tendril of hair behind her hair.
“Goodbye, Charlotte. I love you.”
Tucking the blanket around her, I give her one more kiss goodbye before I start to head out. As soon as I start to get into the Jeep, I start to hear screaming from one of the medics.
“Captain Nixon, Captain Winters!!!”
The Jeep stops abruptly, and I hop out of it immediately. “Spina what is it?”
He holds onto his knees, trying to catch his breath. His eyes were wide and in disbelief.
“She, uh…”
“Spina what is it?”
A smile appears on his face. “She is alive, sir. Lieutenant Anderson is alive.”
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☆ hawk talk 8/21/23 ☆
um so not gonna say a lot bc i woke up like two minutes ago to blow my nose and i already want to go back to sleep bc oversleeping is my disease now
so my apologies if this is like bad and short
i'm just very tired and woke up In the middle of the night and wanted to do something
um okay science!!
i had a sore throat this morning and i still had it during science so i wasn't that awake
BUT
Mr. E asked what a rube goldberg machine was and my hand darted up so fast and it was lowkey such a xander hawthorne moment <3
and when i answer questions, my science class doesn't all turn their heads to me !!
it really helps my anxiety when people aren't looking directly at my face during public speaking
many turned their bodies and/or ears to me but there was no eye contact
ik it seems miniscule to them, but i really appreciate it
oh and this bitch doesn't wanna work on the part of the project i told her to do
like i already did the writing portion so in order for everyone to do something,, her and emers need to do the drawing
and the bitch was shit at it
but it won't bring my grade down or anything bc if u don't do anything in the group, (her idea of doing smth is "giving the idea in the first place") u don't get any credit
so then i got to math
lanie came up to me and gave back my copy of the outsiders that i lent her. she said she like the book !!
um and then we had to do these state mandated tests
that wasn't actually as difficult as i thought it would be??
it was cool
and then on my way to lunch ben comes up from behind me and is like
b: i didn't know you had split lunch?
m: yeah on even days i have first lunch
b: huh i looked and hadn't seen you in the cafeteria
m: *chuckles* oh yeah i've seen you
*kinda longish pause*
b: where do you sit?
m: wherever there's room 🤷♀️
b: i sit way in the back near-
m: near the bathrooms?
b: yeah (think i might've freaked him out a little bc apparently observing people since i have no friends at first lunch is weird ig??)
b: this uh one guy i sit with at lunch is cool and all but *groans and kinda paused bc he's annoyed* makes the CORNIEST JOKES like i think he's cool and all but LIKE- *cuts himself off* (and then he sorta rambled a lil, It was cute)
so we ended up sitting across from each other on that corner table and it was nice
didn't talk much since there was a group of girls on the left of me in a conversation with him for a bit and i didn't wanna interrupt
so i just observed and i tried not to observe too much so yeah
but everytime they were done talking to him we kept showing each other these tiktoks
AND HE SHOWED ME A FEW CAT TIKTOKS SO I THINK HE MIGHR BE AN ENJ9YER OF GATITOS ✨️✨️
CNRJFJRHGJRJGHRHHJFJFJ
..okay i am calm now.
so then we said our goodbyes anddd yeah
OH MY GOD SO THE GIRL NEXT TO ME IN BROADCAST IS ASIAN-LATINA AND I LOVE HER
THERE'S A TOKEN GRINGA AT EVERY TABLE I SIT IN IN ALL MY CLASSES AND I'M SO GLAD SHE ISN'Y ANOTHER ONE
SO ME AND THE GUY ACROSS FROM ME ARE MEXICAN AND SHE (HER NAME IS RY) IS DOMINICAN SO HELL YEAH
and then wr have the token gringa who gets mad we call her that because she's "part german and russian"
like bitch you white
sucks for you
(yes, ik, russia is technically part of asia but she said a very low percentage so yeah we call her gringa)
ANYWAY
ME AND RY WERE LITERALLY ON THE CLASSROOM FUCKING FLOOR DYING BC WE STARTED TALKING BOUT OUR DADS AND HISPANIC CULTURE AND EVERYTHING
and then class ended :(
OH AND WE HAD TO DO A RECORDING OF THE LINCH MENU AND I RECORDED SO MUCH HALLWAY TEA 👀 👀
and THEN class ended :(
and then we got to color a little project in science lab bc my teacher is lovely and she adores me <3
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whats ur fave kind of bat :)
Ah, uh, lemme just - *pulls out bat pictures* *drops them all* - sorry, lemme just, uh *sweats profusely* favorite bat, um....
OKAY I CAN'T PICK JUST ONE SO HERE'S LIKE, MY TOP FIVE
Common Vampire Bats:
Super charming, incredibly intelligent, and highly social. No really, their social structures and social intelligence is ranked up there with elephants, ravens, dolphins, and humans. They bathe each other, they have best friends, and they feed each other if a homie missed a meal because that's just what friends do. Also they are awesome parents. And they drink blood which is just super rad.
Hoary Bats:
Besides being stupid cute, these guys are super important pest controllers and their tails are covered in a layer of fur that they can pull over their wings if they get cold. Essentially, they have a butt blanket and I am totally obsessed with it.
Mexican/Brazillian Free-Tailed Bats:
The largest known colony of bats in the world is these guys and when I say largest I really mean it: there are over 15 million of these lil dudes living in Bracken Cave and all of them are absolutely pulling their weight when it comes to pest control. The whole colony eats an estimated 100 tons of insects every night during the summer. Our agricultural system would literally be wrecked without them. Also, they are the fastest-flying animal (okay so hawks can technically go faster, but only when they are in a dive. These bats can actually achieve speeds close to the fastest hawks by actually flapping their wings which is insane so the hawks can buzz off and let these kings have their spotlight.)
Pallid Bats:
Again, they're super cute but GUESS WHAT???? These cute lil guys ACTIVELY HUNT POISONOUS SCORPIONS BECAUSE THEY ARE IMMUNE TO THEIR POISON AND THEY LIKE A CHALLENGE!!!!! Like they purposefully pick up stabby insects and eat them. Amazing. Also they eat centipedes which freak me out (yeah, I know, I'm chill with animals that drink blood but not the lil blokes with many legs get off my back I know it doesn't make sense) so I have mad respect for them on that level.
Spectral Bats:
Spooky name, but these are the ultimate family bats. They mate for life, the fathers are equally involved in the rearing of the young, and they FREAKING CUDDLE AS A FAMILY. LIKE THEY WRAP THEIR BIG WINGS AROUND EACH OTHER IN LOVING EMBRACE AND I'M ABSOLUTELY FINE. Also these bats are carnivores and might also eat smaller species of bats because why not I guess.
YEAH SO I could 100% go on all night and talk about all 1400+ species of bats because I swear bats are so diverse and all of them have literally the coolest adaptations ever but that would take forever so here's some highlights
#thank you for asking!!!!!!#feel free to ask about bats ANY TIME#It was so hard to pick just five I really do love them all#dang i didn't even get into the fruit bats#next time i guess#anyway these have been the ramblings of your local and slightly unhinged animal scientist#bats
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s/o who eats spicy food w/ hq bois
Sugawara
- I mean, this guy loves spicy food
- his favorite thing is fucking super spicy Mapo tofu
- but anyways he loves spicy stuff, so he’s with you!
- you guys went on a date, to Mexicali blue
- ok i dont give a single fuck If japan doesnt have fuckin Mexican restaurants
- but once he got that tofu( i dont think Mexican restaurants serve...tofu.i-)
- and you got something thats spicy on the menu
- tofu ain’t on the menu but thats just a special orderXD
- after the two of you ate your meals for lunch suga gets this chili brownie With a side ice cream, ya know ya gotta have that balance
- “spicy and sweet just like us:)”
- “ok who’s the spicy and the sweet then?”
- “your the spicy, and I’m the sweet!”
- “SUGGGAAAAA”
- “what? It’s the truth...i only speak the right things”
- “well.. why the hell would you be sweet?”
- “well y/n, my darling, the love of my-”
- “ cut the crap and stop sugar coating it sweetie”
- i mean...he would prolly have a s/o thats some what pretty i mean cmon
Tanaka
- This boi likes sweet stuff just like you
- and so you’ll be like puzzle pieces? If that makes sense?
- you have whatever you like spicy and he will have some melon pan
- he asked to try some of your meal, knowing damn well it will practically blow his right off like a mf rocket
- but you give him a spoon anyway-
- “AHGHGRGAGRGARGWARRR”
- “you sounding like a pirate there babe”
- “HOW THE HELL- I- WHAT”
- “dont like it?”
- “spiciest shit ive ever tried”
- “well at least you tried it.. do like it tho?
- “what made you think babbeee, i- who- what? Who eats that much spice”
- “me”
- “well I guess your a goddess like always becuase i dont know how you can’t handle that shit...do you wanna try melon pan? Much sweeter though”
- “sure thing”
Kageyama
- OkXD first thing first, this boi ain’t no lactose intolerant bitch i mean..yes he does act like a mf bitch but ;-;
- you bursted through the door making kags jump like a fucking cat
- “KAGEYAMA, LOOK I GOT SPICY YOGURT”
- ‘what?”
- ‘yeahhhh i found some ya know some how, like there wsnt...yeah i have no spicy yogurt”
- “why did you say it tho”
- “to see your reaction”
- “whatever dumbass”
- “but your the dumbass when you thought that there is an actually thing called ‘spicy yogurt’”
- “IM NOT A DUMBASS, you are because you eat spicy things”
- “well your a dumbass becuase you only drink fucking milk all day, what are you a cow?”
- “I’m not a cow, you are becuase...cow eats spicy things?”
- “well what dumbass wouldn’t say that?”
- at that point you were bickering about who’s a dumbass and a cow at th same time
- while you were eating your spicy plate
- kags was eating his yogurt that you bought him, eyeing your every move like a hawk
- “...are you just trying to make me get spicy yogurt for you to tr-”
-”NO”
- well whatever it was, he was getting lil annoyed..for what purpose? Who the fuck knows
#kageyama x reader#tanaka x reader#suagwara x reader#sugawara fluff#kageyama fluff#tanaka fluff#tanaka#Sugawara#kageyama#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#lizandbo#something#jk:Snvjnvjsndrjnvjsnjr
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I'm wondering something from your fic "Let's Try Corona's Instead". Say Miguel decided that he liked Hawk's idea of staying in Mexico and going off the grid and Hawk was completely serious in his suggestion. How do you think that it would play out? Would they be successful or ultimately have to return home after all? Would it lead them towards more than friendship? Would Miguel contact Carmen at all before he made his decision?
Realistically, them trying to stay down there long-term would completely fall apart lol. It’s exactly the type of plan only a seventeen-year-old would fantasize about without realizing just how big of a task that would be. They don’t have permanent visas, Hawk doesn’t speak Spanish fluently, and both he and Miguel are financially dependent on their parents.
If Miguel did commit to staying long-term, he’d let his mother know, and Carmen would of course tell him how absurd an idea like this is, and demand he tell her where he was so she could go pick him up herself lol. Honestly, I think everyone would hop in the Eagle Van and go drag those two back if they learned they planned on laying roots in Mexico to escape from everything. But once Hawk’s personal savings ran out, that would probably be the end of the experiment because trying to find jobs without even having high school diplomas, much less permanent Mexican residency, would be very difficult. Even if they managed to avoid their family and friends finding them, eventually they'd have no choice but to go home.
But the longer they stayed together, yeah the more this would move towards more than a friendship. It would go from “hostel roomies" to "domestic partnership."
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More Sero Latino headcanons bc I’m finally done with finals and this is the only thing that brings me joy
Okay I know I kind of made fun of bakugo for not knowing Spanish before but someone on TikTok said that what if bakugou was also Latino from Colombia maybe(? Going off of that imagine at first sero and bakugou fought a lot over the correct way to say stuff but no they just go off of each other to confuse people
Bakugou likes Mexican novelas and he would sometimes ask sero for recommendations
Side note one time sero made bakugou really mad and he called sero a cheap copy of victor from nosotros los guapos it’s okay tho sero now carries a hair comb and says ‘pipipi’ every time he sees bakugou
I also saw on TikTok that Sero gets crushes really fast, imagine every time he gets a crush on some older class 1-A gets stuck hearing “Mayor que yo” on repeat
the fist time sero saw hawks all you could hear was ‘no me importa que usted sea mayor que yo’ from his room for like a week
Denki played one time when they wen to bakugou a house for the fist one and he got his eyebrows burn
Sero got jiro and tokoyami into rock Latino
He also got todoroki into bad bunny and todoroki didn’t really like it at first but it pissed endeavor so now he plays all the time when he goes back home
He bought bracelets para el mal del ojo for everyone from his last trip to Mexico and he gets personally offended if the class doesn’t wear them
Midoriya why aren’t you wearing your bracelet??
Uh oh I was training with kacchan I don’t want it to get damage
Midoriya, IF YOU’RE TRAINING WITH BAKUGOU THEN YOU SHOULD ESPECIALLY WEAT IT!! baboso, por eso te partieron la madre.
One time some in class 1-a asked sero what they were doing for 5 de Mayo and Sero was like what you mean?? And they were like yeah you know are celebrating and shit and Sero was like we don’t(? And they were likes but people from the us do??
which lead to Sero having a fifteen slide presentation on why cinco de Mayo it’s not an excuse to have a party and it’s in fact a battle against the French where Mexico defend its sovereignty against a powerful foreign nation which he convince aizawa to let him presented to the class
<In all seriousness pls stop using my culture to get drunk, celebrate your dogs birthday early or something leave my culture alone>
On another note a few days before April 30 (día del niño) sero called his mom to ask her what she was gonna give him as present and she was like lol nothing and he got sad
Later class 1-a convinced aizawa to have a party for el Día del niño and aizawa accepted only bc they told eri and she got exited about it
Aizawa did put the condition to also invite class 1-b and 1-c tho
They had a brincolín momo ‘s courtesy
They let eri and sometimes todoroki win a few games even if they didn’t really nines they were playing
Monoma jumped on bakugou by accident so he started to chase after him and they flipped the brincolín upside down regardless it was good day
Eri and todoroki really enjoy the party the most
Sero know who to play el acordeón
One time when the bakusquad got high together Sero show them the movie ‘una película de huevos’ it was so funny
Iida found a high Denki at 2 in the morning crying bc the eggs wouldn’t answer him
Sero’s family have chickens and one time Sero came back home for break and his mom made him Caldo de poyo and later that day when he couldn’t find his favorite chicken he cried
He also FaceTimed the bakusquad to tell them
P.D. If you somewhat speak Spanish you should watch the movie it’s really good.
#mha sero#sero latino#sero bnha#bnha aizawa#bakusquad#mha#bnha#don’t celebrate 5 de Mayo y’all look dumb#midoryia#mha todoroki#mha eri#class 1a#headcanons#fuck school#sero hanta
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Chance - Chapter 3
Summary: Working as an ER doctor, you don’t get much of a chance to meet new men and you’d never imagined that you’d meet your soulmate at work.
Warnings: Explicit, first kiss, smut 18+
Pairings: Frankie Morales/ Reader
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You’d ended up spending most of Sunday with the boys too, Sophia once again wanting to keep you to herself. Frankie couldn’t believe how quickly she had warmed to you and it led him to wonder if it was because she’d never had a female figure in her life. His parents were dead and her mother had left the hospital hours after giving birth to her. A week past and he’d not managed to talk to you much, the hospital demanding almost every waking moment. When he did get to talk to you, you looked exhausted and his heart broke for you a little.
‘How was work?’ He asked as he studied you carefully on his phone screen.
‘Hell.’ You reply, scrubbing a hand over your tired features ‘I lost a patient today.’
‘Shit Doc, I’m sorry to hear that.’
‘It happens.’ You reply, trying to sound like it wasn’t killing you ‘You can’t save everyone.’ You pause, taking a sip of your drink ‘How’s my favourite little lady?’ You ask, changing the subject and Frankie instantly beams at you.
‘She’s good.’ He replies ‘She started crawling.’
‘Oh my goodness!.’ You squeal, your face lighting up ‘I bet she’s got the Miller brothers watching her like a hawk.’
‘She gave Benny a small heart attack. He took his eye off her for a second and suddenly she was gone. I’ve seen that man in the heat of battle but never was he that terrified.’
‘Oh my goodness.’ You laugh, putting your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from spitting out your drink.
‘Yeah, he didn’t put her down for like two hours straight after he found her.’
Your laugh is like music to Frankie’s ears, your smile making his heart flutter and he swears he falls in love with you right that second. Over the past month the two of you had gotten to know each other so intimately, he’d even cried in front of you when his mind had haunted him with images of war, his friend laying there dead with a bullet to the head.
‘So when do you next have some time off?’
‘Um, this weekend actually.’ You reply, smiling at him ‘Doing five 24-hour shifts in a row entitles you to a weekend of sleep.’
‘I think that’s reasonable.’ He replies, smirking at you ‘So are you planning to just sleep or do you think you might want to eat at some point?’
‘Um.’ You pause, tilting your head as you pretend to think about it ‘I think I’ll squeeze some meals in there somewhere.’
‘Well, would you maybe like dinner with me? Say perhaps Saturday?’ His nervousness is evident as he spoke, something that made your heart flutter.
‘Francisco Morales are you asking me on a date?’ You ask, giving him a suspicious look.
‘Maybe... Is that okay?’
‘More than okay.’ You reply, unable to hide your joy.
‘Great!.’ He exclaims, eyes growing comically wide ‘Seven okay? I can pick you up.’
‘Sound’s great.’ You reply, trapping your lip between your teeth ‘I’m looking forward to it.’
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‘You look amazing.’ Says Frankie sweetly as he watches you walk towards him.
‘You don’t look too shabby yourself.’ You reply with a wink, thanking him as he opens the door of his truck for you ‘So where are we headed?’ You ask as he slips into the driver’s seat beside you.
‘Um, this really nice Mexican restaurant in town. That okay?’ He asks nervously, turning his head to look at you.
‘I love Mexican.’ You reply with a smile, watching as he visibly relaxes.
‘Great.’ He smiles as he turns on the car and puts it in gear.
The restaurant wasn't far and after parking up, Frankie held open the door of the restaurant for you before placing his hand on the small of your back as he guides you to the greeter. After telling him the name of the reservation they were lead to a corner booth in the far lefthand corner of the restaurant, fairy lights that lined the walls twinkling and giving the place a magical quality that had you staring like a child at Christmas.
‘This place is gorgeous.’ You swoon as you take your seat beside him, noting him wince as he takes his seat ‘You okay?’
‘Yeah.’ He replies with a smile ‘Still a little sore.’
‘Like I said...’ You start, placing your hand on top of his that now rests on the table ‘It takes a while to recover from major surgery. You’ll be back to your old self soon.’
‘I got cleared to return to work.’ He states, giving you a smile as he studies your reaction ‘Can’t wait, as much as I love spending time with Fia I miss flying.’
‘That’s great Frankie.’ You say as you give his hand a squeeze ‘Who’s going to take care of your little princess?’
‘Oh, she’ll go back to daycare.’ He replies ‘Ben and Will are gonna go back to theirs and I’m getting my house back to myself. They have been much help but I am looking forward to having my baby girl all to myself again.’
‘I bet.’ You chuckle before your eyes travel up to the server that has approached your table.
You both tell him your order and go back to talking about work. It dawned on you that this was the first time the two of you had spent time together it this sort of capacity in person, sleeping in his bed and comforting him after a nightmare didn’t really count in your book. As the evening wore on the conversation became more relaxed and so did you. You found that the two of you had edged closer to each other, legs touching as you sipped your wine and he, his beer having finished his course of meds. You ended up sharing a desert, giggling when he gets some on his moustache.
‘Saving it for later.’ He states whilst wiping his face with his napkin.
‘Nice.’ You reply, pulling a face at him as you take another spoonful.
‘You got a little here.’ He says as he points at the corner of your mouth.
You lick your lips and chuckle ‘I get it?’
‘You still got a little left.’ He announces, leaning a little closer to you ‘Here let me.’
Pinching your chin with his thumb and finger he turns your head to, you assume, get a better look. What happens next was not what you had expected and in the blink of an eye, his lips were on yours. Initially, you don’t respond, a little shocked by the turn of events but then you’re kissing him back and moaning as his tongue traces the seam of your lips. You allow him entry and your tongues start to dance, your fingers carding through his soft curls as you pull him closer. It's over to quickly, the two of you pulling away for air as you gaze at each other.
‘Sorry.’ He says ‘I just really wanted to do that.’
You giggle, cheeks flushing red as you trap your bottom lip between your teeth.
‘Perhaps you’d like to do it again.’ You say, a little shocked by your confidence.
He grins at you before lacing his hand around the back of your neck and pulling you into a bruising kiss, your heart pounding as you shuffle closer to him. You need to be closer to him. This kiss stops when you accidentally nudge his wound and he grunts in pain.
‘Shit... sorry... Are you okay?’
‘Yeah.’ He replies as he chuckles, kissing your lips sweetly ‘Come on, let's finish up so I can take you home.’
You finish your desert and Frankie pays the bill, taking your hand in his as he takes out of the restaurant and into the evening air. It was a mild night, a soft breeze making your hair dance around your shoulders as Frankie twirls you so that you’re facing him and pulls you flush against him with his hand on your waist.
‘I had a wonderful night.’ You say softly as you gaze up into his twinkling brown eyes.
‘So did I.’ He replies, smiling as he lowers his face so his nose is touching yours ‘Don’t want it to end.’
‘Neither do I.’ You breathe, feeling a heat pool in your core as his hand slips from your waist to the small of your back.
‘You know. Ben and Will have Sophia so-‘
‘Come home with me.’ You interrupt, trembling with need as you brush your lips against his.
‘You sure?’ He whispers against your lips before placing a soft kiss on them.
‘Yes.’ You whine, rubbing your thighs together to give you some relief from the intense want you were feeling for this man,
‘Okay.’ He replies simply, leading you to the car and helping you in.
The drive went by in a blur. Before you knew it you were pinned against your front door as he kissed you with a hunger that you don’t think you’d ever experienced. You managed to push him away long enough to unlock your door and the two of you to stumble inside as you kiss each other all the way to your bedroom. Clothes were discarded along the way until he is left in his boxers and you in the lacy underwear you’d worn on the off chance the night went this way.
‘Fuck your gorgeous.’ He breathes as he places hot, wet kisses down your neck.
‘Not too bad yourself Fish.’ You tease as you run your hands down his toned chest.
The back of your knees hit the bed and you sit down on the edge as you kiss along the waistband of his underwear, slipping your fingers under the elastic and pulling them down his hips. You licked your lips in anticipation as his erection springs free, your eyes locking with his as you grab his length and lick the tip before taking him between your lips.
‘Fuck.’ He groans as his hand grabs the back of your head, watching in awe as your head bobs ‘This is going to be over before it begins if you continue with that Hermosa.’
You give him a wicked grin before watching as he drops to his knees, placing kisses along the inside of your thighs as his hands take hold of your legs and tugs you closer.
‘You don’t have to.’ You say nervously, look at him with apprehension.
‘I want to.’ He replies before continuing to place soft kisses as he edges closer to your core.
‘Really... It’s fine.’
‘What’s wrong?’
‘What do you mean?’ You ask, a little confused by his question.
‘Most women don’t complain about a man going down on them.’ He states, tilting his head as he studies you a moment.
‘I mean... I uh...’
‘Has anyone ever gone down on you Hermosa?’
You simply shake your head, trapping your lip in your teeth again as he looks up at you with amazement.
‘Well, we need to change that.’ He states as he places a hand on your belly ‘Relax. I’ve got you.’
You nod at him nervously before laying down and placing your complete trust in him. Using the flat of his tongue he licks a long stripe along your slit, eliciting a gasp from you as your hands grasp at the quilt beneath you. He starts slowly, his tongue drawing circles around your clit as his hands held your hips to keep you grounded, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your skin as you moan.
‘F-fuck Frankie.’ You whine as your hand grabs his head, urging him to continue.
Encouraged by your reaction he slipped a finger into your heat, curling it experimentally and smiling when you tighten your hold on his curls. He then slips in a second and pumps into you at a dizzying pace as he sucks at your clit, your peak now approaching at high-speed.
‘Frankie I’m gonna-’
You don’t even get to finish as your orgasm hits you at full force, your body convulsing with pleasure as his fingers ease you through it.
‘How was that?’ He asks, grinning at your flustered state.
‘You’re going to do that again.’ You state as you crack open your eyes to look at him ‘But right now I need you to fuck me. ‘ You finish as you pull him into a bruising kiss.
He kisses you back with fervour as he pushes inside you, moaning in unison at the feeling of being so closely joined. He started at a steady pace, kissing and nibbling at the soft flesh of your neck as he hits that toe-curling spot inside you.
‘Fuck Frankie.’ You breathe, your nails digging into his strong back muscles as he picks up the pace
‘You got another one in you Doc?’ He growls in your ear as he laces your leg around his waist to get a better angle.
‘FUCK!’ You scream as he hits you even deeper, throwing your head back and mouth opening in a silent scream as he continues to hit that spot.
Your release this time around is so much more intense than the first and an unfamiliar feeling accompanies it.
‘Fuck. That was hot’ He breathes, looking down at where the two of you are joined as he continues to pound you.
‘What?’ You ask, locking eyes with him as your brain starts to go blank with pleasure.
‘I think you squirted Hermosa.’
Before you could respond his lips were latched to yours as his pace sped up again, desperately chasing his own release. Another dozen thrusts and he was coming undone, collapsing against you as revel in your post-orgasm high.
‘I squirted?’ You ask finally as he rolls over to lay on his side.
‘Yup. Want help changing the sheets?’ He asks with an eats-shit grin plastered across his face.
‘You’re loving this aren’t you.’ You say, poking an accusing finger into his chest.
‘Obviously.’ He replies, pulling you into a soft kiss.
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Frankie had indeed helped you change the sheets and after a little arm twisting agreed to stay the night, on the condition you spend Sunday with him and the boys. The pancakes were ready and waiting when you walked through his front door, Sophia screaming with glee when she sees you walk into the kitchen.
‘Well good morning to you too little miss.’ You say as you crouch in front of her a bop her little nose.
‘Sooooooooo?’ Asks Benny as he wiggles his eyebrows at you both.
‘So what?’ You ask nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders and sitting down beside Frankie.
‘Come on, you have to tell us how last night went.’ Pleads Will as he sits across from you.
‘It was wonderful.’ You answer simply, giving Frankie a loving glance.
‘You two totally boned.’ Says Benny suddenly causing Frankie to choke on his coffee.
‘BEN!.’ Will scorns, slapping his brothers arm and eliciting delighted giggles from Sophia.
‘Yup.’ You reply, popping the ‘p’ at the end as you wink at the younger Miller.
‘How was it?’
‘Ben seriously.’
‘Mind-blowing.’ You reply before looking at Frankie and giving him a sweet kiss.
‘That’s my boy.’ Replies Benny as he gives him a friendly pat on the shoulder and he flips him off in response.
‘Free tonight lover boy?’ You question as you grin at him.
‘He is now!’ Pipes up Will, grinning at you both as Frankie kisses you again and once again Sophia squeals in delight.
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Chapter 4
#pedro pascal character fanfiction#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal#francisco morales#frankie morales#triple frontier fanfiction#triple frontier#francisco 'catfish' morales#frankie morales x reader#frankie morales x you#garrett hedlund fanfiction#garrett hedlund#charlie hunnam fanfiction#charlie hunnam
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Cobra Kai preferences: You're Mixed
- He LOVES IT
- he loves learning about your cultures
- your dad is Scottish and your mom is Mexican
- "wait, what? how did they meet?"
"I need to go to Scotland one day. Wait, if I marry you, do I get a Scottish passport?"
"What's haggis?"
- he had haggis
- he didn't like it
- your parents love him but there was a point where they thought his interest was weird
- to the point where you questioned if he actually liked you or fetishized mixed girls
- you asked him because it's sadly happened before
- "oh my god, I'm so sorry if I made you feel that way. I didn't mean to make it seem like that. I've just never met someone with a background like that, so I guess I got carried away."
- you understood
- but he did think about how cute your kids would be with dark curls and your eyes
- he was like, ohhh that makes more sense now
- your mother is Indian and your dad is German
- he doesn't make a big deal out of it and your parents were relieved when he didn't burst out with a million questions upon meeting them
- he loves your moms cooking
- "what's tandoori chicken?"
"What's a samosa?"
- he struggles with the names
- he didn't even think about you being half until he met your dad and IMMEDIATELY recognized that you had more of his features but your mothers complexion
- he's also concerned when you talk in German because it sounds like you're yelling
- "whoa, what happened? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, my dad's just picking up some pizza."
- curious boi
- you came out looking like standard white chicken
- but when you wore tight fitting clothes, WHOO
- you looked a little 🌶spicy🌶
- and so Hawk was proud to show off his curvaceous girlfriend
- until your dad saw some white bois' hands on your ass
- he was S H O O K
- "dad! He's my boyfriend!"
"Did-did you just say dad?"
- your dad looks NOTHING like you
- your dad is Puerto Rican while your mother is Swedish
- and as many know, Swedes are your typical white beauties of the world with blond hair and blue eyes
- "you didn't tell me you were mixed!"
"Why does it matter?"
"Because I didn't expect some guy to almost kick my ass AND be your dad while you're over here looking white."
"Sorry my ancestors couldn't predict what color I would be!"
- Your dad didn't like Hawk, and neither did your mom
- Swedes descend from Vikings, so when you pulled up with some random white boi who was amazed by your mothers height of 5'11 and low-key scared
- she was unimpressed
- but they eventually liked him
- he always asks when your dad is cooking because he likes that Puerto Rican rice
- and when your mom is making the Swedish meatballs
(Wanted to relate with this post cuz I'm a mixed kid. I also wanted to relate EVEN MORE by including my races with are Puerto Rican and Swedish, but unfortunately I didn't inherit the amazing height of my Viking ancestors 😭)
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A Midwest Christmas - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction
Again, I’m aware I’m late posting this. I know it’s no longer Christmas, don’t yell at me. Christmas is one of my favorite holidays and I LOVE writing stories that are based around Christmas.
Jeff crushed out his cigarette and breathed hot air into his hands to warm them. He shrugged his shoulders a few times, almost as if he was psyching himself up.
“You okay, babe?” I ask and kiss his cheek, shutting the car off.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I don’t know why I’m so nervous! I’m a grown ass man, damn it,” my boyfriend chuckles.
“They’ll love you, Jeff. You know my mom and dad love you already, you have nothing to worry about, baby” I give his thigh a squeeze and kiss his neck deeply. Jeff moans and tilts his head to the side.
“Please don’t give me a boner before meeting your female relatives,” Jeff chuckles. “I don’t know, babe. Dad might not love me after I walk through the door,” he gestures to his Seattle Seahawks beanie.
“He’ll get over it,” I laugh and open the car door. Jeff grabs the box of gifts from the trunk and holds my hand as we walk to the front door.
“Merry Christmas Eve!” I holler from the foyer. Jeff kicks off his boots.
“Hey sweetie! Hey Jeff, what’s up, brother?” my dad calls from the den.
“Hey, Mr. C,” Jeff smiles warmly.
“Oh no, oh no. You take that hat off! You’re in Bear country!” my dad laughs. “Just when I thought I liked you!”
“I knew you’d say something! GO HAWKS!” Jeff chuckles and tosses it onto the bench. My dad jokingly makes a fist. I roll my eyes playfully and ruffle his hair as we head upstairs. Men and their sports, I’ll never understand it.
“You can just set the gifts under the tree,” I whisper to Jeff and give his arm a squeeze. He waves at my female relatives at the table.
“Hiiiii! Merry Christmas! I’ve missed you!” my cousin Amy hugs me. “How’s New York?”
“Absolutely incredible. Every day feels like a new adventure with this one,” I gesture to my man standing behind me. “This is my boyfriend, Jeff!”
“Hi there, you must be Amy? I’ve heard so much about you!” Jeff shakes her hand and kisses her cheek.
“All good things I hope!” Amy laughs.
“Yes ma’am. I’ve heard y’all are super close, and I love that. Family togetherness recharges the batteries.”
“I’m glad to hear it! I can’t think of a single holiday we didn’t spend together,” Amy gestures around the table.
“Have a seat!” my mom says. “Can I get you anything to drink? We have wine, beer, Coke Zero...”
“I’ll have a Coke,” Jeff replies and sits next to me at the long dinner table. I pull a small bottle of Crown Royal out of my bag.
“I’ll take a Coke as well,” I laugh.
“You came to party! I’ll take some too,” Jeff wraps his arm around me and kisses my cheek as I add the liquor to his glass of ice, “It smells amazing in here, Ma,” Jeff says to my mom.
“Thanks, Jeff! It’s a tradition on Christmas that we have Grandma, my mom’s, tacos. The shells are from a tiny little Mexican kitchen downtown, that’s how my mom always did it. I think we’re just waiting on Jessica and then we’ll be ready to eat!”
“Sounds delicious,” Jeff sips his drink.
“How’d you guys meet? You look super familiar, Jeff,” my aunt Janine remarks. I rest my head on Jeff’s shoulder.
“It all started when I began frequenting this coffee shop that opened near my, well, OUR farm while on hiatus from work. I couldn’t take my eyes off this brown eyed manager with the messy bun in her hair who would always ring me up and make my drink. Golly, she looked cute in that apron,” Jeff nudges me and everyone laughs as I blush. “I finally had to ask this pretty young thing out. I invited her over for dinner and the rest is history. One year and some change later and I can’t imagine my life with anyone else but my baby gal,” he kisses me softly. “Oh! I’m an actor, by the way. I’m currently on a show called The Walking Dead, I play the bad guy named Negan. A lot of people still recognize me as Denny from Grey’s Anatomy and John Winchester from Supernatural though,” Jeff smiles warmly.
“I knew those eyes looked familiar!” my aunt exclaims. “Wow, girl, a famous actor? Check you out!”
“He’s pretty great. I thought the concept of soulmates was cheesy til this man came along. I mean, nobody’s perfect, but Jeffrey comes pretty darn close,” I rub his thigh under the table.
“How old are you anyway? That gray beard says you’re old,” my 13 year old cousin Alyssa asks.
“Lys! You can’t just say that!” her mom quiets her.
“It’s okay, hon! I’m not offended at all! I AM old, real old. I’m 54,” Jeff laughs.
“And how old are you?” Alyssa turns her attention to me.
“24,” I link my arm with my man’s and nuzzle his shoulder.
“Sooo, you were 30 when she was born?” Alyssa makes a sassy face.
“Don’t push it, little girl,” Jeff teases and we all laugh.
*Jeff’s POV*
“So, this is the man cave, huh?” I glance around at the fishing poles adorning the chocolate brown wall and Chicago sports gear.
“Yeah, it’s pretty nice! It gets cold down here, but the fireplace helps!” my girlfriend’s dad Tim tosses some kindling on the fire.
“Super cozy,” I remark. I haven’t been this nervous in a long time. I had something I desperately wanted to ask him, but I didn’t want to just get right to it.
“How you doin’, bud?” my girlfriend’s grandfather Ray asks.
“Good, Ray! I’m really good, fantastic actually. It feels so nice to be off work for the holidays! Thank you guys so much for welcoming me into your home. Dinner was delicious and the Midwest hospitality is much appreciated.”
“You’re always welcome here,” Tim says.
“This is for you,” Ray reaches into his coat pocket. He passes a CD my way with small writing on the jacket, “To: Jeff. Love, Grampa.”
“Aww, what’s this?” I say, pushing my glasses up.
“Elvis Christmas songs. Something for you and your girl to dance to. You better treat her good,” he smiles his adorable old man smile.
“Thank you so much, Grandpa,” I get up and give him a hug. “You didn’t have to get me anything. So, um,” I clear my throat as I settle into the couch. “There’s something we should talk about. I mean, something I need to ask you. I don’t know, I’m shaky as hell. So, how do I put this?” I pull a small velvet box out of my pocket. “I brought this with me.”
“You want to marry me? Let me go get my dress!” Tim teases. Whew, a joke to break the tension.
“Yeah, totally! I, wow, I’m going to cry. Pull yourself together, Jeff. I wanted to know if I can ask your daughter to be my wife. She’s got me wrapped, man. When I look into her eyes, I just fall in love over and over again. I know it’s old fashioned of me to ask, but I thought I’d do the right thing and ask for your blessing. I love your girl so damn much, you have no idea,” I wipe tears away.
“I had a feeling this would be happening. You kept staring at me all through dinner with this lost puppy look in your eye, like I was going to yell at you or something! Jeff, I see the way she looks at you and it warms her dad’s heart. Every time you speak, she stops immediately what she’s doing and stares at you with hearts in her eyes. I’ve never seen my daughter so happy. Of course you have my blessing.” My heart begins hammering in my chest as my soon to be fiancée’s dad pulls me into a hug.
“Thank you so much, sir! Oh my god, I’m freaking out. Thank you, thank you! So, next question, where’s the best place to propose around these parts?”
“Well, downtown near your hotel on 5th Avenue, it’s all decked out in Christmas lights. Maybe you guys could take a walk down there?”
***
“What a great dinner, your family is so kind and welcoming!” Jeff says as we climb into the warm car. “I love you so much, doll.”
“I’m so glad you had a good time, honey. I knew you would! I love you too, Jeff. I’m so looking forward to the hot tub when we get back to the room, I don’t know about you.” Jeff slides his hand over my upper thigh seductively as I drive through the city in the direction of the hotel. I glance over at my boyfriend and he gives me the sexiest bedroom eyes. I could have just stopped the car and taken him right there. We jam out to our favorite Christmas songs and giggle like kids.
“Fifth Avenue,” Jeff mutters. “Pull over, babe.” I pull into a parking spot and Jeff grabs my face and kisses me deeply, “Let’s go walkin’ in a winter wonderland.” I smile and shut the car off and follow behind him. Jeff’s adorable spontaneity was one of his best qualities. He takes me by the hand as we look at the twinkling lights. There’s no cars on the road and the snow dampens all the sound.
“Hey, sweetheart?” Jeff places his hands on my hips.
“Yes?” I wrap my arms around his neck. We hold each other close.
“You’re so damn perfect,” he pecks my lips, I run my fingers through his soft gray hair. “I tried to come up with a long romantic speech, but words are failing me. You’re everything I’ve hoped and dreamed for. You’re the reason I wake up in the morning. You’re the reason I can’t wipe this smile off my face. Every time I look into those gentle brown eyes, I’m reminded of why I fell in love with you all over again. A life without you is a life I don’t want to live. You’re my entire world, sweet girl.” Jeff pulls away and reaches into his pocket.
“Oh my god,” I sigh, “Jeffrey, I-I-“ I’m utterly speechless. Jeff brushes away the snow on the sidewalk with his gloved hand and gets on one knee.
“Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?” Jeff smiles widely, opening the velvet box and revealing a simple, shimmering band. That man knew me so well, it was exactly the
“Oh god, Daddy! Yes! Yes, Jeffrey, yes I’ll marry you!” I jump up and down excitedly. Jeff’s hands shake as he slides the ring on my finger. I gasp with delight, “I love you. Oh baby, it’s beautiful!” Jeff gets to his feet and rests his forehead against mine as we both cry tears of joy. My breath quavers from excitement and the biting cold as Jeff kisses me over and over again.
“I want you to be mine forever,” he whispers against my lips.
“Forever and ever. Oh my god, my heart is racing! You’re so amazing, I love you so much.”
“I love you the most, baby gal.”
***
Jeff and I could hardly keep our hands off each other as we hustled to the elevator.
“Merry Christmas!” the front desk agent calls out.
“You too!” Jeff replies with a friendly wave. I untie my coat as the door to the elevator shuts. I tangle my fingers in my silver fox’s thick hair and moan as he kisses my neck and pulls down my sweater, brushing his scruffy beard against my chest as he kisses and sucks gently.
“Jeffrey, you naughty boy,” I gasp. His large, slender hand find its way between my thighs. “Please, Daddy,” I whine. Jeff slides his fingers down the front of my leggings. He pulls them out just as the elevator chimes, my face goes red as I readjust my Christmas sweater and Jeff fixes his hair as if nothing ever happened.
“Merry Christmas!” an innocent, elderly Mrs. Claus looking woman greets us.
“Merry Christmas to you too!” I reply, the cool air of the hallway hitting Jeff’s saliva on my chest, causing me to shiver with delight. We laugh to ourselves as Jeff opens the door to our suite. Oh, that poor old lady, I hope she didn’t hear too much.
“Let’s see, how about we celebrate with a drink!” Jeff says with a wide smile, slinging his coat over a chair.
“Hmm, how about something sweet? I kind of want dessert after all those tacos,” I wrap my arms around my now fiancé’s waist as he kisses me, his large hands squeeze me closer.
“Your sweater reminds me, how about a White Russian?”
“I am, in fact, the Dude. One of my favorites,” I reply with a laugh.
“Hmm. Vodka, check. Coffee liqueur, got it. Cream, hmm. Cream, cream, cream,” Jeff taps his chin. “Got it!” he grabs some half and half packets from the coffee station.
“Ah, resourceful! I like that!” I kiss him and sit on the bed, “I’ll get the bath ready.”
I draw the bath and Jeff hands me a drink, setting his on the rim of the tub. He unbuttons his shirt revealing his hairy chest and stomach. He kisses me.
“I love you so much,” he says. “Nice ring you’ve got there.”
“Thanks!” I run my fingers down his chest, “My handsome fiancé gave it to me.”
“He must be a lucky guy,” Jeff’s pants come off and he slides into the tub with a loud groan.
“Jesus, that feels so fucking good,” he runs his fingers through his hair. “Come on in, baby gal, the water’s fine.” Jeff bites his lip eagerly as I take my clothes off. “You’re so sexy, you know that?”
“I could say the same about you, darlin’,” I reply, tossing my bra on the floor. I tie my hair up as my fiancé looks me up and down. I climb in the tub, opposite of the rugged older man that I was so lucky to call mine. Jeff grabs my leg and begins kissing the length of my calf.
“When and where do you want to get married?” he asked with a sly smile, kneading my legs.
“Honestly, I’ve always dreamed of a fall or winter wedding. You know how I feel about hot weather,” I take a sip of my White Russian.
“Babe, it’s too hot! This is stupid! Ninety degrees? Ew, fuck that!” Jeff imitates my whining. I laugh.
“You know me so well!”
“Daddy, I have a headache!” Jeff cackles.
“Will you shut the fuck up?” I playfully splash water in his face with my foot. Jeff sputters.
“I give you shit because I love you!” he wipes his face.
“I know, and I give it right back to you, asshole! What were we talking about again?” I giggle.
“Wedding plans?”
“Oh, right. So, definitely a fall wedding. What about on the farm? Ballrooms have never really struck my fancy. That little area off beyond the pastures would be beautiful, don’t you think?”
“I agree, I don’t need a big gala with a stuffy tuxedo to show everyone how much I love you. Ooh! How about under that big tree where we had a picnic and carved our names?” Jeff places my legs on his shoulders.
“J hearts K, yeah, I remember,” I sigh longingly. “That’s where you first told me you loved me.”
“Aw, it was, wasn’t it? You packed us a picnic and everything! You’re just a regular Ina Garten, aren’t you? Remember me yelling at the dogs to stay away from the alpacas? ‘Guys, those aren’t puppies, they’ll kick the shit out of you!’” Jeff laughs.
“Well, if I’m Ina, you’re Jeffrey! Hey, look at that! It works!” I tap my glass against his. “Those dogs are so cute, but they’re little shits sometimes.”
“Oh, absolutely they are,” Jeff agrees. “Wow, that cute barista who I was scared to ask out is going to be my wife? How did I get so damn lucky?”
“You were scared to ask me out? Why? We would always chit-chat back and forth.”
“Yeah, I don’t know why. I think it’s because I didn’t want to be THAT guy. You know, the guy who thinks the food service worker is flirting with him just because she’s being nice,” Jeff rolls his eyes.
“I didn’t get that impression from you at all! I think you’re sexy as fuck, and have since the day I first met you. If I thought you were a scumbag, I wouldn’t have flirted back. And I wouldn’t have had sex with you on the first date, would I?” I tease.
“You’re right. Man, that was a wild night, eh? My heart still beats fast when I think about it,” Jeff grins. “You looked so damn good in my shirt too. Come here,” he holds out his arms and I make my way to his side of the tub, sitting on his lap. He runs his manly hands all over my body and buries his face in my neck, kissing and moaning, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Mrs. Morgan.”
“I love the sound of that. I get to be your wife and I’ve never been happier in my entire life. I love you so much, Jeffrey.”
“I love you too.”
We eventually climb out of the tub, after kissing and laughing and talking til the water turns our toes to raisins. I wrap myself in a fuzzy bathrobe and Jeff quickly does the same. I climb in the big, fluffy bed and Jeff snuggles next to me. He wraps his slender arms around me and I immediately drift off to sleep.
***
“Merry Christmas, gorgeous,” Jeff’s croaky, sultry morning voice rings in my ears like church bells. He kisses my forehead, his scruff brushing against my skin. I squint my eyes at the bright sun bouncing off the snow and flooding our suite.
“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” I curl up closer to his warm body. I close my eyes and bury my face in his chest, “Has anyone told you that you look like Santa Claus with your beard?” I laugh and kiss his collarbones.
“Every damn day on social media,” Jeff chuckles. He moans softly at my touch. I stop and hold out my left hand, my vintage gold band shimmering in the light.
“Just had to make sure I wasn’t dreaming,” I smile.
“You ain’t dreamin’, sweet girl. You’re going to be my wife,” Jeff kisses me and strokes my hair. He climbs on top of me, our naked bodies still cloaked in the beige comforter. He buries his face in my neck, leaving sloppy kisses.
“Daddy,” I whimper.
“Yeah, baby?” I hold his face in my hands.
“Nothing, I just like looking at you. You sure are pretty. What do you say we have a little fun before going back to Mom and Dad’s?”
“I would want nothing more,” I reply as Jeff pulls the blanket over his head and begins kissing down my body. I giggle with delight as his beard tickles me. Best. Christmas. Ever.
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Softie
Hawk / Eli Moskowitz
Summary ~ (Pre established relationship between Hawk / Eli and reader) The reader goes to visit Hawk at the Dojo and the Cobras are amazed at how quickly he changed. Issues quickly arise and he realises just how badly he's fallen in love with her.
Also, this is my first piece of writing so tell me how I did and how I could improve! I'm going to try make the rest of my writing gender neutral in order to incorporate everybody and let them know they're accepted! I'll probably edit this to be gender neutral soon!
(We're gonna say they’re about 16)
Y/N = Your Name
Y/N/N = Your Nickname
H/L= Hair length
H/C = Hair colour
As Y/N pushed open the doors to the Dojo, quietly closing them and slipping in almost silently with a fond smile on her face as she stood off to the side. She watched in amazement as people around her sparred, trained and punched in an almost dance like way. Y/N smiled and pulled Eli’s hoodie closer to her body as Sensei Lawrence came towards her, fondly patting her head before saying, “What’s up kid? if it isn’t my favourite non-cobra, here for Hawk?”
She laughed before saying lightly “Who else would I be here for? You?” giggling at the last part.
Johnny pulled an offended face before saying, “ I take it back, you aren’t my favourite.” before laughing and clapping her shoulder lightly.
“He’s over there kid.” He said pointing towards the edge of the mat where him and Miguel were practising punches, Eli throwing them, sweat dripping off his brow as Miguel held up the focus pads. She nodded before making her way around the edge, offering a kind smile to Miguel, to which he returned, as she approached, watching him lower the pads as she came closer.
“What the hell man?” Eli started saying before Y/N wrapped her arms around him from behind, snuggling her face into his shoulder as he relaxed his muscles, no longer tense.
“Y/N?” He mumbled, as she nodded into his shoulder as Hawk removed his boxing gloves before throwing them at Miguel and twisting around in her hold.
“What are you doing here?” He said softly, unable to hide the curious tone in his voice as he kissed the side of her head before gently trying to pry Y/N’s vice like grip off him a little, giving up within seconds.
She mumbled incoherently into his chest before lifting her head up slightly and saying, “I just missed you...”
He shook his head fondly before saying, “You know this is probably destroying my reputation as we speak?”
“Do you care?” Was Y/N’s reply, as she loosened her arms around him. Looking up at him with those same innocent and adoring eyes she always did, never knowing she turned him into mush just by doing that.
“Of course not, but why now Y/N/N?” He said as he gave her a small kiss on the lips and slipped out her grip, before bowing off the mat and making his way towards rooms - horribly aware of the many pairs of eyes on him, not that he cared.
“I don’t know” She replied before he disappeared into the changing rooms, turning around immediately after to start a conversation with Miguel, chatting about the new mexican restaurant that had just opened in town. Laughing about how nobody would ever beat El Fiesta’s chicken fajitas, as Hawk came up behind her, looping an arm around her waist and grabbing her hand before guiding her out with an affectionate glint in his eye.
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Later that day, as they laid in Eli’s bed, Y/N flopped on top of him curiosity got the better of her.
“Why have you never introduced me to any of the Cobra’s apart from Miguel?” She asked, voiced laced with confusion and curiosity as she kissed him, before breaking it off within seconds.
“I just haven’t okay? What’s the big deal?” He said defensively, slipping back into ‘Hawk’ once again.
Y/N shuffled off him, before sitting beside him, her voice quivering as she inquired quietly, “Is it because you’re embarrassed of me or something...”
This caused Hawk to sit up, almost angrily. “What the fuck do you mean?”
Y/N looked at him before saying louder, “ Why haven’t you introduced me? Are you embarrassed of me or is it something else?”
This caused Hawk to look at her sharply, “It isn’t that fucking deep okay?”
“Then what is it?...” She said, biting her bottom lip, “We’ve been dating nearly 7 months Eli and you’ve never introduced me to them once, you don’t like me coming to the Dojo to drop off your keys when you forget them, you don’t like me even texting you to check if you’re okay while you’re training!”
“Y/N! Just shut the fuck up okay? I already said it isn’t a big fucking deal!” Hawk said angrily, moving towards her.
“It is a big deal! I know how much they mean to you and I just wanted to meet the people who you call your family!” She said, now matching his volume, her voice remaining almost threateningly calm as she stood up and put on her shoes.
Hawk moved to grab her wrist quickly, his grip tight as she made her way towards the door. He looked at her and said, “Where the fuck are you going? It’s pitch black outside Y/N!”
Y/N yanked her hand away before saying as a tears dripped down her face, “Home...”
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"You've well and truly fucked up haven't you..." Miguel sighed as he walked out the Dojo with Hawk. Hawk had arguably performed the worst today, even Stingray was providing better punches.
"You think I don't know that? Shut the fuck up man." To which Hawk replied angrily.
"Well at least she hasn't broken up with you? You might see her at Moon's party?" Aishia offered tentatively, only getting a grunt of frustration back.
Eli stalked off from his group of friends, too annoyed to deal with them. As he unlocked his black SUV, slamming the door behind him and letting out a huff of air as he slid down into his seat.
Was it his fault she had walked out last night, crying? Why hadn't he introduced her already? It wasn't like they weren't going to completely adore her just like he did. Hawk knew why, he just wasn't ready to admit it to himself.
Y/N made him soft. She made him melt every time he saw her and he hated it. He hated the fact she could so easily take him from Hawk to Eli with just a small pout of her lips. He hated that she made him Eli, and that he was so soft around her.
He was completely in love with her, and he didn't even know it yet...
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Hawk sighed as he sipped his drink in a bored fashion. It wasn't even alcohol, just some flavoured water with ice. He refused to drink when he knew there was even a small possibility Y/N would be there, as she usually drank until she couldn't walk 2 steps without tripping. He glanced around the room, subconsciously looking for Y/N without even realising- tapping his foot as he did so. Miguel had disappeared earlier to look for Tori and he hadn't seen him since. As cheers reverberated from outside, Hawk glared at the open sliding doors before making his way towards the deck.
On the patio was a crowd of people, cheering, screaming and booing as if their life depended on it. Stood on a stool each, Y/N and Tori were balancing on one foot doing shots as though their lives depended on it.
"3 SHOTS" Tory yelled holding her hand out expectantly for the solo cup as Y/N did the same.
Eli pushed his way through the crowd to near her stool, looking over to see Miguel doing the same with Tori, giving him a shrug as if to say 'i don't even know anymore'.
As Y/N swayed slightly, Eli's hands immediately flew up to her hips to try steady her as Miguel was cautiously hovering behind Tori.
"What the fuck happened here?" Hawk yelled towards Miguel, sounding mildly pissed.
"They got each other drunk and I have no fucking clue after that" He yelled back, shrugging his shoulders.
"You have got to be shitting me" Hawk muttered frustratedly as he tried to pry Y/N down from the stool.
"Y/N/N you need to get down, you're going to fall." He said as he moved the drink out of her hands and passed it to somebody in the crowd.
"No! I'm fine baby, see? I’m a flamingo, I am one with the balance!” She said laughing.
“Why are you even here? I thought you were embarrassed of me?” She said, her happy demeanor falling to pieces within seconds, her lips now pouting and tears threatening to fall.
Across from them, Miguel was convincing Tori to step down- rather unsuccessfully. In the second Hawk had taken to look over, he felt a hand grasp his shoulder with a small gasp. He looked over at once, thinking Y/N was about to fall.
“I’m gonna fly!” Y/N exclaimed happily once more, as she jumped off the stool and into Eli’s arms, laughing excitedly.
“See! I’m a bird!” She said as he set her down, keeping his arms around her waist warily.
"I can see baby, I know." He said, pulling her closer as Tori fell off her stool.
"You've already met Tori?" He said questioningly, "How was she?"
"Tori?" Y/N yelled, "Oh she's great! She said I was pretty and gave me a drink! Look watch!"
She wriggled out his grip before making her way towards Tori, hugging her and stumbling back to Eli.
"See! She's my bestest friend now!" Y/N slurred giggling before dragging Eli inside the house.
He shook his head lovingly before following after her, already knowing he was going to have to beat somebody up to keep his reputation solid after this.
Offering her his cup of water, she refused saying, while giggling, "Nopesie!"
Rolling his eyes Hawk said, "I'll introduce you to the cobras, you just need to sober up a bit Y/N/N okay?"
Her eyes lighting up she said, "Promise?"
"Promise" was his only reply before she took the cup out his hands and gulped it down.
Giving her a fond smile, he wrapped his arm around her waist - knowing she would fall within seconds otherwise - and led her towards Miguel and the other cobras.
"Whats up losers, I want you to meet Y/N. My girlfriend. She's excited to meet you all, she's been begging me for months." He said, slipping into Hawk mode within seconds.
She hugged Miguel and Tori before practically throwing herself at Aisha, giving her a tight hug to which Aisha awkwardly returned : not quite sure what to do.
"Oh yeah, forgot to mention. Tori and her got pissed together and now shes drunk off her ass." He said, smirking.
They laughed understandingly, immediately bombarding Y/N with questions to which she replied with just as much enthusiasm. Eli pulled her closer towards his chest, keeping her back firmly pressed against it as he kissed her forehead.
"Who knew you were such a softie?" Tori teased, the small amount of love in her heart seemingly accepting Y/N whole-heartedly.
"She's a keeper man" another cobra added, "She's awesome"
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"Demetri...stop." Hawk said warningly, venom dripping off his voice.
Demetri spared him no glance as he said, " That is the medical term for somebody that wets the bed."
As everybody started to laugh, Hawk started storming towards him, fists clenched and jaw set in anger. As people began grabbing him and blocking his path, he felt a familiar two hands cup his face, soothingly rubbing circles and slowly pushing him backwards at the same time.
Suddenly, sirens erupted through the house. This forced Hawk to pull out of their grasps and gently push Y/N's hands down.Hawk glanced up and snarled threateningly, "Cya at school, man."
Already knowing Y/N was far too drunk to run, he pulled her out the door and into the woods.
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Eli had ended up carrying Y/N through the woods and down the street he had parked in that night. Now he was laying in bed, stroking her hair softly as Y/N cuddled into him. She was looking absolutely adorable in his eyes, her H/L H/C hair thrown back messily -Eli didn't think he had done too bad of a job really- dressed in his sweatpants and one of his shirts.
Earlier that night as he had carried a sleeping Y/N up to his room, he had been forced to wake her up and push her into the bathroom. Telling her to get changed as he went and got her some advil and water for her to take when she woke up tomorrow.
He had come back up to her trying and failing to put on his shirt, and had reluctantly put it on her himself before sitting her up on the counter and brushing her teeth and scraping her hair back to the best of his ability.
Now he was here, looking at the beautiful mess before him realising just how much he adored her. How she made him better, how she made him feel valid and loved. How much he loved her...
Mutteringly quietly under his breath, in almost a whisper, his voice pure affection, "I love you so damn much..."
He felt her bury her face futher into the crook of his neck as a quiet, sleepy voice murmured, "I love you too, you big softie..."
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hell is hot from your mistakes
chapter three; Tumblr edition
The afterlife is a mess of time and space.
Dream got the brunt end of that mess, of time, and bad luck follows Tommy even in death.
Dream is mere seconds too late reviving him.
Tommy wakes up in a familiar, unfamiliar world in a familiar, unfamiliar body that looks so much like an old friend of his, and yet he remembers everything when really, he shouldn't. His brother's voice guides him, the Nether is blistering heat and dust and his hands are hoofed.
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Tommy spends the next day on high alert.
They don't leave the cave, to Wilbur's annoyance; Come on, it'll help things. You- you always took walks when you were upset back before exile, didn't you? His voice floats around distantly - as though he wasn't really back at Tommy's side yet - but Tommy can hear him well enough to be pissed.
"We're not going outside, Wil. We went out fucking yesterday - less than a day ago! And someone fucking died. We stay in here. I wouldn't be allowed to go, anyway."
Fine. Fine. But we should head outside. I have t- I'm rather bored.
"Wilbur, I swear to Philza fuckin' Minecraft-"
Truth is, Tommy did want to go out - he wanted to roam the red fields and forests, counting shroomlights and watching zombified piglins growl at each other. He can't stand it, being cooped up in a cave too empty, space next to him too cold.
But it'll be a long, long while yet before his piglin mother even considers letting him leave the safe sanctuary of the cave.
Speaking of - she's curled in on herself, watching him with a hawk's eye, red from tough Nether tears; tears sapped of all water, tears leaving saline stains along her cheeks. All day she's been torn between getting lost in her awful, awful grief and caring for him, watching over him, protecting him. If not for Tommy, she'd probably sleep the day away in her pain. So Tommy spends the afternoon in the red red cave, trying to entertain his guests and keep his mother from mourning... too heavily. Right now, that means running all around and jumping over her and over the soul soil patch and over the edge of the far side of the cave, where it leads down into a second one.
He's trying, anyway. Wilbur isn't making this any easier. At all.
He sounds in Tommy's left ear. Tommy, if I scout ahead do you- and then he's too quiet for Tommy to hear, -forest? How about that?
"You cut out, Wil," Tommy murmurs, crouching down and bunching his haunches to jump. Mama piglin sprawls out, giving him less of a challenge.
What? You're not just trying to get me to shut up, are you? Wilbur pauses, I'm- I'm cutting out?
"I dunno. You just sound really far away."
I- how long have I sounded far away for?
"A day or so," Tommy mumbles, springing up and landing on all fours on the netherrack behind his mother. She purrs and he feels her tail whip his arm as it wags. Approval. "Ever since you left."
Left?
"To go take brother piglin to the dead zone, right?" Tommy asks. "You know. You went silent. And you were back when I woke up."
Oh! Oh, yes. Yes, I took the piglin to the - how do you call it? The Death Zone, so you could be reunite when you die, Tommy. Lemme tell you, he did not want to leave you guys alone.
"Oh. He's safe then?"
Yes. He's safe - he's with a friend.
The former blonde laughs. "A friend? Yeah, he'll either love or hate Mexican Dream, I think."
Oh, he loved Mexican Dream, Wilbur smiles. Very entertaining fellow, M.D.
Wilbur's voice grows no louder, no closer as they talk; still it sounds far off, distant. Tommy brushes it off and glances to his side. Mama piglin is laying over on her side now, eyes closed.
Tommy rumbles gently at her. Wilbur pauses in what he's saying to stare as Tommy goes to lay beside her -she deserves rest.
Is your mother asleep? Wilbur asks quietly, as if she could hear him.
"Yes," Tommy whispers. "She would've growled back otherwise, even if she's sad."
Good. Come on, let's go.
Tommy glances over, like he'll find Wilbur; like Wilbur will be standing beside him. "What?"
Let's go. Y'know, outside. Come on, Toms, we're going to the forest.
Tommy feels panic flare up in his stomach. "No, nonononono, no. I'm not just leaving her, Wilbur!"
We'll come back, don't worry, Wilbur insists. I'll make sure you don't get jumped. Come on. We need to find- I need to show you something.
Tommy hesitates. He's not.. sure about this. About following Wilbur again. Trust only goes so far when you're TommyInnit, post death.
He voices his hesitation.
Theseus fuckin' Innit, I won't let anything happen to you out there, Wilbur declares. Come on. I'll protect you.
"How're you gonna 'protect me' if you're a fucking voice?"
I'll spec. I'll warn you and scout- it's called ghosting for a reason. It's ok, Toms. I have your back.
"You're sure," Tommy mumbles, casting one last look at his mother. "And nothing- nothing bad will happen?"
Nothing bad will happen. I swear on my life- well. My death.
Tommy swallows and he weighs his options and he makes a decision.
He follows Wilbur's voice out of the cave.
Wilbur does keep his promise, though; whispering Not there, there's a pack of piglins or Watch out to the right, there's a hoglin over there whenever he senses movement. Tommy's head shoots up at every creak or murmur or whistle, jumpier than a chicken on Christmas Eve. Wilbur chuckles.
"Wil, where- where are we going?"
It's somewhere. I don't know exactly.
"Wh- I thought you had a plan!"
I- I kinda do, I don't bloody know!
"Wilbur!" Tommy shouts, "Why'd you lead me out here if you didn't have a plan?"
Keep your voice down. You don't wanna end up like m- mister piglin brother.
"Low ass fuckin' blow," Tommy snarls, but he lowers his volume. "If I die out here, Mama won't even find my body. The hogs will eat it. I don't wanna die again, Wil, I really, really don't."
You won't die, Wilbur says, voice confident as a dying man - take that how you will. If you die, I've failed. You won't die.
"You're so fuckin' weird," Tommy growls as they continue walking - just a little piglin and his disembodied voice of a brother, wandering through the brush. "You're so fuckin' weird today."
Hey, Tommy - look. What's that? Wilbur suddenly asks. His voice is clearer, closer than it's been in hours. Tommy glances over. A little stream of lava falls from the Nether roof and spills across the netherrack floor. Two little red creations bathe in its fiery warmth.
"That's a strider, innit?" Tommy mutters. "You ride 'em cross lava."
Tommy, go up to it, Wilbur whispers. It's friendly.
"How'd'you bloody know that it's friendly?" Tommy grumbles, but he approaches the lava anyway. The nearer strider turns at his footsteps - it sees his hooves one step too close to the heat and it rushes to knock him away at the same time that Wilbur screams Not THAT close!
The strider shivers when it drags itself out of the lava to stand with Tommy - it's young, and Tommy is taller just barely. He moves a hand up to pet it. "Wil, go look for little blue and orange mushrooms. I wanna take the strider home."
I don't see anything, Wilbur says after a moment, but maybe it'll follow anyway.
The purple critter makes a noise akin to a fire crackling and Tommy plays with the frills on the side of its head. "Aw."
Tommy listens to the creak and chattering of his new friend and Wilbur is silent for a moment, then We should keep going.
"We found a strider. We can just head back. No need for all this, it'll keep us entertained for awhile. Little pet strider! I'll name it Shitass."
Wilbur sighs. Awful name. I hate it. What's it gonna speedrun - death? No, and that's not the only reason I lead you out here. There's something else I want you to see.
"Not the only- you wanted me to find a- you're so fuckin' sus today, I swear. Whatever." Tommy rubs his eyes with a groan. "Just tell me what you're looking for. We'll go find it some fuckin- some other day."
Fine.
Tommy blinks.
Then he falls to his knees. His head explodes with hundreds and thousands of voices, all screaming at him, all shrieking at him, all loud, too too loud, too fucking loud-
Wilbur is sus! Aww, Wilbro! Can you name the strider after me? What the fuck is that? Can you say hi to my friend? You missed diamonds. You need blue fungi to lead a strider! Kill it for string. Boat with legs!
Tommy clamps his hands over his ears.
Chat.
"Tommy."
He looks up.
Wilbur is visible.
He's visible! Translucent, yes, but he's there, sitting atop the strider, wearing the dirty old trenchcoat from Pogtopia, hair tangled and eyes gloomy. He points into the distance, across the Nether - the crimson forest ends in a cliff and leads into the wastelands.
"There." he says. His voice is clear as ever - real, not just in Tommy's head. "Over there is a fortress with intact blaze spawners and unlooted chests. It's just over that crest."
"What?" Tommy manages through the mind-wrecking chorus in his ears. He doesn't see anything- no stormy red-black bricks anywhere in sight, just black fuzz creeping into his vision with every new voice, shattering his eardrums. "A- a fortress?"
"You have to learn to fight like this - as a piglin," Wilbur instructs. He tilts his head up. "And you need to get blaze rods. Then- then you can go back."
Woah! DUDUDU! E. Dude just find the smp portal hub, 4head!.Go get them rods, you can take a blaze or two!
Tommy whips around to stare at Wilbur. "I thought you didn't want me to go back."
"I don't," Wilbur sighs. "I really don't. But- but it's not as safe here as I thought it was. I.. you need to get back to the Overworld. Not the DreamSMP specifically, but the Overworld. So.. I'll help you. There's a fortress across the Wastelands, completely untouched. You can get blaze rods and maybe obsidian and gear from it."
Tommy is silent.
Wilbur hops down, but his hand never leaves the strider's head. "That's a long time from now. Prove to me that you can survive it, I'll take you there."
"Why are you so incitement that I can't die?" Tommy demands. "I'll respawn, won't I?"
"Insistent, not incitement," Wilbur corrects with a shake of his head. It's so odd - Tommy still isn't used to seeing him. "You're a mob. You have one life and one life only and Tommy, listen to me. You can't lose it. You can't lose that life. You can't die."
"Wilbur, you're scaring me."
Suddenly, chat is gone. Tommy peaks open his eyes, his head is still aching like a bitch.
Wilbur's gone, too. There's only open space where he had just stood, the strider blinks at him slowly. Must be confused, poor thing. There's no trace that Wilbur had ever been corporeal - just empty air.
Good, Wilbur says; back to a lonely voice, back to being chat. Good.
Tommy swallows.
"Come- come on, Shitass," Tommy whispers after a moment. "Let's.. let's go home."
It's quieter than late nights in the van, quieter than the blanketing silence of L'manburg in chunk-error ruins. Wilbur doesn't speak, but Tommy can hear his breathing. It comforts him; Wilbur hasn't gotten tired of him, hasn't left him behind. The strider follows them without the encouragement of food, and Tommy is grateful. He doesn't want to have to search this place for a single speck of blue just to have a friend that's not a disembodied voice.
"Why don't you do that more often?" Tommy murmurs as they walk. He still isn't heavy enough to leave tracks like his mother, Tommy notes.
Do what?
"Become.. real. Ghostbur."
Other people can hear me, and see me. It's not safe.
"Chat gets really fuckin' loud when you do it," Tommy comments. "It hurts like hell. You're chat, usually, but like... a moving chat. Like you're real, just not visible. When you became see-able, chat came back. Are you blocking them?"
I should be more careful with that first bit, Wilbur hums. But now I want to go ghost less. If it hurts you and there's no point to doing it, why should I?
"Be more careful with w- wait, 'go ghost?'"
It's a reference.
"What to?"
This thing called Da-
Tommy freezes. He feels ice sink through his veins, weighing down his legs. A new sound, a sound neither Wil nor Tommy have ever heard before - it echoes through the Nether, loud and piercing. It hits his ears with the force of a sledgehammer on a bell. The strider pauses and Wilbur shuts his mouth. It's almost like a scream, a cry, a call. A desperate one.
Shit.
"Mama! Mama, it's ok, it's ok!" Tommy can't describe his voice as anything other than frantic, desperate. "Mama, I'm right here, I'm right here, I'm safe!" he shrieks, running through the brush, stumbling over roots and thorns and bushes. The strider follows slowly.
He tries to match her scream, tries to tip her off - I'm right here, I'm right here! - but he doesn't hear her come to him, doesn't see her relieved white eyes. Wilbur is in his ear, whispering warnings and observations and-
"I don't care if there are hoglins, fucking- find her! Find her, you useless fucking ghost!" Tommy screams at Wilbur.
There's just a beat, a single heartbeat of stunned silence. Tommy pants, a mixture of exhaustion and fury trying its hardest to escape him. Wilbur's voice echoes in his mind as he whips around, looking desperately.
If you go forward a bit, there's a cliffside. Below is a very tall tree, far left of the cave. She's standing beneath it.
Tommy runs. He runs faster than he ever had with hooves, maybe faster than he had with feet. His mother glances up as he scrabbles down the cliffside, slipping down jagged rock. He feels hot, wet pain run down his leg but he doesn't slow to check, just tumbles to the ground with a yelp. She shuts her mouth and scruffs him immediately, sniffing his head and checking, reassuring herself, please be alive please be alive please be alive despite the very real squirming and very alive "Mama, please calm down, please, I'm fine."
She collapses when she realises he's safe and fine and alive and she's not childless and she holds him close.
If it were anyone else, Tommy would squeal and try to wiggle out, away, but it's his mother. He lets her hold him, forcing a purr. See? I'm fine.
Wilbur's voice rings out, distant. Tommy, what about the strider?
Tommy doesn't respond. He just lays in his mother's arms, eyes closed.
Nevermind, got it! Tommy turns around to see the strider hit the ground right in front of them with a distressed crackle and an OW THAT MUST'VE HURT out of Wil.
His mother has it dead in seconds.
GOD DAMMIT! Wilbur screeches. I JUST GOT THAT B- I JUST GOT THAT DOWN!
Tommy flattens his ears. His mother snarls as the strider falls apart in a cloud of smoke and dust and string.
Wilbur sighs. Tommy raises an eyebrow. "Can't you just bring one back by yourself? You can- you can 'go ghost', you literally didn't need me."
There's no response.
"Wilbur?"
Not even soft breathing. Tommy's tail falls limp. His mother hugs him closer, as if the lack of wagging meant he was about to drop dead, evaporate like the strider had.
Wil's gone. Tommy can only hope he's going to come back, like he did when his brother died.
Maybe Wilbur just doesn't like death.
Tommy leans into his mother's soft fluff.
"I'm sorry for leaving."
She huffs.
"Please never - fuckin' - please never scream like that again."
Her response is a low snort. You made me afraid. I was afraid. Never run away like that, and I will never scream, Tommy understands.
"Ok, Piglin Mama," Tommy murmurs. "Ok."
Wilbur runs his hands through his hair - real hair. Real, physical, human hair. Living hands, real hair.
He's furious. He won't let it show.
"What's this?" He asks, calm and collected and cool. With a soft smile and curious eyes - he's used to playing a mellow role, an innocent role. "What've you done?"
Dream narrows his eyes. "Why now did it work? Why couldn't I bring you back before, Wilbur?"
Wilbur ignores him, instead digging through his trenchcoat pockets. "Oh, I still have my deck!" he chirps. "Wanna play solitaire?"
"Is it why I can't bring back Tommy?"
"Or are you more of a poker guy? What about war? That's easy enough for you, I think."
"Wilbur," Dream hisses. "Listen to me."
"We could play Uno - queen can be pick up two, king can be pick up four, joker can be skip! Or reverse-"
"WILBUR!"
Wil smiles. "Yes, Dream?"
"Why can't I ressurect Tommy?"
"Do you not like card games? I'm afraid I've only got cards." Dream stands and Wilbur raises an eyebrow. "Aw, do you really have to look up to make eye contact with me?"
"It's because you're wearing tall boots. I'm not wearing shoes," Dream insists. "Sam took them," he adds quietly.
"Sure it's the boots, Dream," Wil snickers. "Sure."
Dream blinks. "Don't distract me."
"I didn't do anything."
"Listen up, Wilbur Soot," Dream snarls.
"Bit formal, what with the whole full name bit, but I'm listening. I'm listening, go ahead, Dream." Wilbur tilts his head, insufferably smug.
"You will tell me how to revive Tommy - you'll tell me what you did, you'll stop tampering - or I will kill you. Do you hear me, Wilbur? Do you understand me? I will kill you."
Wilbur sorts through his deck, counting cards and yawning. Unimpressed.
"I will kill you and bring you back and kill you again. Over and over and over, as long as it takes. Every minute of every hour of every day of every month of every year until. You. Spill. Your. Secrets. Now do you want to listen to me, and do it the easy, easy, easiest way, or d-"
"Actually, I'm a bit - little itty bitty bit, tiny bit - tired of of this whole living thing, love," Wilbur interrupts. Dream stutters as Wilbur runs past Dream, spins round to face him and fall back, arms spread like a bird and wearing a shit eating grin. Wilbur Soot throws himself at burning, starving lava with a silly salute and bright eyes.
"BYE, DREAM!"
The freckled man can't do anything but stare as Wilbur's face contorts in awful, horrible pain for just a moment, then gone. Fully, completely gone - nothing but a swirl of smoke. The scent of burnt flesh stains the air and Dream feels like he's going to vomit. A charred sleeve falls to the ground in front of him - embroidered patches display old flags.
Dream picks up the cloth.
Green and white and pink, blue and purple with a white... sun? And-
He clenches his hand around the scrap.
Half a black circle, a fine yellow border and a bold yellow x. A line of blue runs along the top, and red along the bottom, and white cuts through the center with two more crosses.
The flag of a fallen nation.
Dream holds the patch with shaking hands, fury racing through his veins like hot fire, the fire that ravaged fur and ravaged flesh. He lifts the chunk of fabric to the lava, flinching as the fire swallows it eagerly and licks at his skin with a flash of searing, searing pain. Tears prick at his eyes as he holds a scorched, damaged hand to his chest, breathing like sailer too close to the sea and its sirens. Dreams turns and he swipes the water off his face and he throws it to the ground, to the ring of red blood (his own, his own blood, his own horrible horrible red blood) and a single glove, a single fingerless glove taken from his own hands, a glove with just traces, traces, traces of a dead man, miniscule little skin cells, gloves he had borrowed long ago from hands stained gray with gunpowder, and he waits for the blood to lighten and glow and he waits for Wilbur to appear again with the same cold, cold eyes.
Wilbur doesn't respond.
Dream punches the wall. "STOP TAMPERING! STOP TAMPERING!"
He almost hears the mocking laughter.
Then stop trying.
Far, far away, a small piglin opens his eyes. He's tucked against a bigger piglin, a sow who had never let him sleep beside her before.
There's a baby strider sleeping in front of him an a kind voice in his ears.
Good morning, Tommy.
"Oh, Wilbur! Wil, you're back! Wil. Wil. Wil. Wil, where were you?"
Off. Visited an old friend, brought a new one. Sorry about- about yesterday.
"It's ok, I think. And, by the way?"
Hm?
"Thank you, Wilbur."
For the strider?
"For... everything, really. Everything here."
Oh.
Tommy doesn't hear Wilbur's quiet ...Don't thank me yet.
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You could do parswoops where they are both pining and then swoops finds out that Kent is gay, but he doesnt make a move. then he gets jealous at a gay club while Kent is dancing, So they end up dancing together and making out
i love this ship a whole lot, y’all
(my hockey ocs/omgcp rosters for reference) / (shameless hockey blog self-promo)
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Kent is beautiful when he plays.
Who is Jeff kidding—Kent is beautiful always—but watching him play is like watching poetry in motion, like watching a hawk in flight. Graceful, flawless, sleek; like he isn’t meant to exist anywhere else.
“You see something you like, Troy?”
Jeff almost jumps out of his skin. “Christ, Mercer; you want me to have a heart attack before we go against the Flames?”
Mercy hums and gives Jeff a significant look that makes him more than a bit nervous before leaning next to him against the glass and watching Kent practice trick shot after trick shot. Spence stands tall, all things considered, and Jeff is once again reminded of how lucky they are to have both Kent and Spencer on their team.
“Nah. You’re a way better winger than Hallsy. Don’t tell him I told you that, though.”
“Well there’s a reason he’s not on the first line,” Jeff sniffs and Mercy snorts out a laugh.
“Come on, you dork; let’s gear up before Parser drills a hole in Spence.”
Jeff watches as Kent shoots once more—a bullet that snipes top shelf, right past Spence’s glove hand, and makes Jeff’s stomach flip pleasantly—before following Mercy back towards the locker room.
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Really Kent shouldn’t find Swoops cooking for him such a turn on.
Kent’s entire apartment smells like a Mexican restaurant, which is, arguably, the best thing his apartment has ever smelled like. He’d been shooed away from helping (“your hands alone are worth like two million a piece, Parser”) so he’s perched at the breakfast bar, chin in hand as he watches Swoops work.
Kent literally moans around his first bite of enchilada, which doesn’t even phase Swoops.
“Tell me again why you went into hockey and not chef school?” Kent says. “Because, like, no joke; this is the best thing I have ever put in my mouth.”
Swoops rolls his eyes, but Kent can see the grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Shut up and eat your enchilada.”
///
The thing is, Jeff really should have seen this coming. It’s not like Kent had been keeping it a secret—apparently fucking Mercy knew, that bastard—but actually hearing Kent say it hits him like a ton of bricks.
“Fairbanks’ Flowers, down on Second? Yeah, my ex got his mom mother’s day flowers from there once so it’s probably decent.”
Jeff feels his stomach drop.
Kent is watching him with a calm look but a defiant set to his jaw and the only thing Jeff can do is smile. He nudges Kent’s shoulder with his own and Jeff watches some of the tension drain from Kent’s frame.
“I’ll definitely check it out, then.”
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It’s not like Kent keeps it a secret, the whole being gay thing. It’s just…it’s hockey, so it’s not exactly something he advertises. Mercy knows because they were road roommates their rookie year and he’d caught Kent making out with a guy on more than one occasion, but he’s the only one on the Aces who knows knows. Kent’s sure there are a few that suspect it, but he’s more than happy to let sleeping dogs lie.
So when he lets it slip to Swoops it’s half accident and half…well.
It’s not the first time Kent has had a crush on a teammate and in terms of teammate romances he’s batting a solid zero, but it’s not like crushes are logical because goddamn he’s have given anything to have a crush on a person who might actually like him back.
Swoops, though, he takes it in stride and Kent…well, Kent doesn’t know what to do with that. He doesn’t know what he’d expected, really. Swoops is a genuinely good guy and Kent thinks he remembers him saying something about his niece being gay, but it would have been so much easier if Swoops just turned out to be low key homophobic instead of so readily accepting.
But Swoops moves on like nothing ever happened, and for some reason, Kent’s stomach feels a little bit heavier.
///
“C’mon, it’ll be a good time. Everyone has to go to a gay club at least once in their life. I can show you how to dance,” Kent wheedles. “And besides, it’s, like, a Las Vegas law, basically.”
Jeff rolls his eyes but he feels his resolve crumbling. “Fine,” he says with what he hopes is a long-suffering sigh. “But you’re buying.”
“Hell yeah.”
///
The club is, well, a club.
Kent had managed to rope Mercy along too and Jeff imagines this isn’t the first gay club escapade he’s been dragged along on.
They all do a few brightly colored shots and Kent immediately makes his way to the dance floor, while Jeff hangs with Mercy at the bar.
Even that doesn’t last, and after Mercy finishes his beer, he follows Kent’s footsteps onto the dance floor.
“Hey. Can I buy you a drink?”
Jeff startles then blinks owlishly at the man who has approached him. He’s taller than him but shorter than Mercy (most people are shorter than Mercy), with tousled auburn hair and dark eyes that glint in the flashing neon light.
“I, uh—“ Jeff’s cheeks heat up. “I’m good, actually. Thanks though.”
The man shrugs but his smile doesn’t dim. “I’m Adrien. I’ll be over there if you change your mind,” he says, motioning with his chin to a spot at the far side of the bar before sliding away.
Jeff drains the rest of his vodka soda. Where the hell had Mercy and Kent gone anyway?
He scans the crowd, and— Oh.
Kent is…well, he’s dancing in the loosest sense of the word, grinding against someone Jeff can tell even from this distance is just as pretty as Kent is.
Jeff doesn’t know what comes over him, but one second he’s sitting at the bar and the next he’s pushing through the sweltering throng of bodies towards Kent.
Kent spots him and his eyes brighten. He says something to the man he’s dancing with and breaks away.
“Weren’t you gonna teach me how to dance?” Jeff shouts over the din.
Kent laughs and it’s a beautiful thing, even if Jeff can’t hear it.
“Show me what you’ve got.”
Jeff does, bouncing rhythmically along to the music.
Kent’s hands reach up to run down his shoulders. “Loosen up, old man. Try to look like you’re having a good time.”
Before Kent’s hands can drop, Jeff’s hands to go Kent’s waist to tug him closer.
Kent’s mouth goes slack and his grip on Jeff’s shoulders tightens instead of pulling away. The look in his pale eyes goes from light to something darker.
Jeff’s heart is in his throat as he dances to Kent’s rhythm. He’s acutely aware of every minuscule action, so when his thumbs slip under Kent’s shirt to brush his hipbones and Kent’s mouth parts slightly, Jeff acts on impulse, leaning down and catching Kent’s mouth with his.
It’s like something snaps and Kent’s fingers tangle in Jeff’s hair, tugging him down further.
It’s all teeth for a heartbeat; then Kent tilts his head and Jeff’s entire world shifts.
Jeff’s hands curl more firmly around Kent’s waist as Kent licks into his mouth and Jeff, well, all Jeff can do is kiss back with everything he has.
If watching Kent skate is something beautiful, being the sole focus of that fierce attention is something divine.
#parsepositive#parswoops#kent parson#omgcp#check please!#jeff troy#fanfiction#*writing#anonymous#answered
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Chapter 37: Oh Hell Nah~
It’s not quite move in day for Tenya, in fact it’s like a month before he can sign the new lease! But he has split his time more to spend it with Ita and mentally preparing to be the CEO’s boyfriend more openly.
“Hey, what’s this?” Tenya asked Ita as he pointed at the elaborate flower arrangement on the coffee table as he walked in the living room to join her on the couch “it’s very fancy.”
“Oh it’s my invitation to the Techies Gala” I responded without looking up from my phone “it’s one of those fancy networking events but with big names and some international faces. They’re themed and this year it’s Royal Court.”
“Are you going?” Tenya looked at the small invitation card in the middle of the arrangement “It must be a big ordeal if they sent flowers.”
“Heh I’m the only one that gets flowers” I roll my eyes “the co-director of the event’s host company has the hots for me. Every time I come around to any event, he won’t leave me alone until I have a dance with him or have a drink with him” I sigh tiredly “I have to go to maintain my image as a big name in the community. I’ve been going since I was a small fry company.”
“Can I come?”
“Why?”
“Well, I want too” he looked at her with excitement and wonderment “I want to be arm in arm with you in your prettiest gown and you introduce me as your significant other! And we’ll stand around sipping on champagne, dance and you point out your business partners to me and-”
“Okay! Okay!” I stop him and laugh “you can come, but you’ll need a suit to fit the aesthetic” I stand up and stretch “guess we gotta pay a visit to my secret designer.”
“Wait, that’s true?” he gasped at what I was saying “you have a private designer?!”
“Yeah, most luxury brands don’t carry my size gowns and when I was a no-name CEO, no designer would do a commission for me” I send a quick text to my designer “so I turned to the one person I knew would make me a gown in a pinch and at my budget at the time. And now he does all my commissions for my public appearances and my entourage” I turn to him “put on your shoes, we’re going to Taito to pay him a visit.”
We hop in my Jeep and drive 30 mins to the city, near the suburbs. We pull up to this apartment building in the nice part of town.
“Wow, this is a really clean area” Tenya commented as we parked “he lives in this building?”
“Yeah, what’s even nicer is that I don’t get recognized around here” I said as I got out of the car “this place is a retired hero heavy area, so it’s protected and confidential.” We walk up 4 flights of stairs to get to the place, I knock and a familiar face and denim vest greets us.
“AH! I’ve been expecting you two!” the tall man leans down to hug Ita “how are you darling?”
“I’m well!” I gave a firm hug “glad to see you’re in good health too!” I break the hug and gesture to Tenya “you recognize younger brother Ingenium don’t you?”
“I can recognize those eyebrows, polo shirt and capri pant wearing rectangle anywhere” roasted the tall man.
“It’s you! Best Jeanist!” Tenya was too starstruck to process the roast “this is where you retired to?!”
“After the whole Hawks thing, he stepped down to civilian to not deal with hero bullshit and focus on his number 2 passion” I explained “and that’s fashion! I’ve kept his passion under wraps so he doesn’t get swarmed with commissions.”
“Speaking of, you needed an addition to yours?” Jeanist shifted gears “getting serious are we?”
I hear a meow coming from the window “Why don’t you two get measurements done and I’ll be over here with Chiffon” I make my way to the white, long haired cat on the window sill.
The two make their way to the next room to do said measurements. “So, when should I expect the wedding commission?”
“What?” Tenya responded cluelessly.
“When are you planning to pop the question? Put a ring on it? Make her an honest woman?” Jeanist was half playing around, half serious “I know you two have been together for a while and you’re moving in soon, so what’s the wait?”
“I- um, I’m not thinking about marriage right now” Tenya gets red with embarrassment “I love her but I’m not sure when I should ask.”
“You know, the last boy didn’t marry her but had the nerve to get her pregnant then leave after almost 3 years together” he snapped his tailor’s tape to make a statement “don’t wait too long, she can’t waste her time on another one.”
“Understood” he responded to his threat “I don’t plan on dishonoring her.”
“Good! I’d hate to see another Iida go unmarried”
“Right, I forget that you and my uncles and father worked together.”
“And your brother, in all honesty, you’re all a bunch of good looking men” he writes the measurements on his client book “that ‘singles’ curse is no joke! But I trust that you’ll break that streak.”
That statement bothered Tenya for the rest of the time, it’s true that the men in his family don’t all get married or have many children to carry the family name. He can count his cousins on one hand and the reunions get smaller and smaller as the years go by. At this point, he feels introducing her into such a small family would shock her to what she’s used to. They get back to the house to get dinner started.
“Oh! I almost forgot to tell you!” she suddenly remembered “my parents are coming to stay for a few days.”
“Oh that’s wonderful news, which days?”
“From January 1st to the 5th”
“Oh that overlaps my move in.”
“I know, so plan is to move in partially after Christmas and get fully settled after they leave” she explained her plan “so that way you can have your clothes and important items here and all the heavy stuff after they leave. If that’s alright?”
“Yeah, I can do that” he thought about what things he’d have to leave behind until then “can’t wait to see your parents! Wonder if they’d let me first name them now that we’re dating.”
“Oh um, about that” I laugh nervously “I haven’t told them that we’re dating- DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT TENYA!” I glanced at his offended face “it’s not that I’m embarrassed or ashamed of being your girlfriend but my parents get very emotional when I tell them I’m in a relationship, since Shinso and the whole losing the baby thing, they’ve been very adamant that I don’t get in a relationship and just focus on being successful.” I see him change expressions “but I’m sure they’ll like you! They’d remember you from last time.”
“I hope they do.”
-Fast forward to the 1st of January-
“I’m back” I call out as I enter the house “Muffin, can you take these to the guest room?” I hand over 3 suit cases then turn to my parents struggling to take off their coats and boots “estan bien?”
“Yeah, just not used to taking off our shoes” my father responded as he got one boot off “by the way, did you get a new car? That’s a very nice Cadillac.”
“Oh that’s not my car, it’s my roommate’s” I panicked and said roommate instead of boyfriend because of their reactions.
“Roommate? Why would you need a roommate?” my mother asked suspiciously as she helped my father out of his boot “es duena de la casa!”
“Si pero, soy triste and quiero compania mama” I pouted and as they finished taking off their outer wear, Tenya walks down the stairs “you remember Tenya?”
“Oh? el nino que se introducio el otra ves” my mother walked up to him “what business do you have with my daughter!”
“Oh my, right to the point” Tenya adjusts his glasses “well you see, were very good friends and we just wanted to live together because I’m a pro hero now and-”
“A hero? Professional Hero?” my father questioned “can’t be stronger than Ita, so it’s not to protect her.”
“Tenya! See I told you they remembered you!” I nudged him “Oh we’re just the best of friends and-”
“ITATI ES TU NOVIO HUH?!” my mother figured it out “OTRA VES?!”
“PORQUE TE ENOJAS?! YA SOY GRANDE Y TENGO MI COMPANIA” I got latina rage that my mother wasn’t happy that I was in a relationship “I CAN HAVE A BOYFRIEND SI QUEIRO!” I argue more with my mother in the kitchen while my father and Tenya sit and wait it out in the living room.
“So, how was the flight Mr Palma?” asked Tenya, nervous if he was going to respond coldly “Ita tells me that you came over to celebrate your birthday.”
“The flight was alright and yeah I wanted to celebrate over here” he peered over the couch to see if the two women stopped bickering “I would’ve came alone but her mother wanted to tag along too.”
“Does she like traveling?”
“Yes but she doesn’t like me traveling alone” a warm smile spreads across his face “we travel everywhere together, since we were young.”
The way her father said that warmed him. He felt the type of love Ita was raised around and it reminded him of the dynamic he has with her. As the two women calmed down and set their frustrations aside, they sat down to eat the pozole Ita prepared before she went to pick them up from the airport.
“Tambien come la comida mexicana?” the mother commented as Tenya put the usual condiments on his “pues, no es tan mal.”
Tenya gives me the ‘translate please’ look to me and I laugh a little “she said he eats mexican food too? Maybe he isn’t so bad.”
“You don’t know Spanish?” the mother gasped “I thought you might have picked up a few words.”
“I did pick up a few words but I don’t get to hear it very often as Ita doesn’t speak it very often here in Japan” he got timid “I love the food she makes, especially the seafood. All I know is when she yells at me in spanish, I’m in trouble.” The outburst of laughter coming from the 3 startled him but then he sees where she gets her laugh and scrunched laughing face from. It was a heart-warming moment for him, it gave him an idea on how family dinners were back home for them. When the parents went to bed and the dishes were clean, he waited for Ita to come to bed.
“Well minus the argument I got into with my mom” I said as I sat on the bed “I’d say that went well! They liked you once they ate.”
“Your father and I were having some nice conversation on the couch” he recalls what her father said “he reminds me of you.”
“Really? How?”
“You have his laughing face, kindness and warm smile” he looked at her flushed face “I can’t believe that man taught you all those weird things you mentioned.”
“He’s like that” I laughed and laid down on my side of the bed “well, I’m tired from all that. Tomorrow, we’re going to the temple.”
“I remember” he turned off the light and got next to her “good night love.”
-At the temple, next day-
They spent most of the morning showing the parents around and answering their questions before the mother asked for a coffee.
“I’m going to find a hot drink stand, you want anything?” I asked Tenya, who was sitting near the prayer bells with my father.
“I’ll have a tea, thanks” he watched as the two women went to find hot drinks.
“So Tenya, when are you going to marry my daughter?”
“Oh um- I-” Tenya stammered
“I see the way to look and speak to her, I’d want her to marry a man like you.”
“How so?”
“You look at her the way I look at her mother” he looked at the two women ordering the drinks from afar “her mother and I where also friends in the beginning, she saved me from certain death and got in trouble for it. I didn’t like how everyone treated her like trash just because she was smart and had a double quirk, her mother hated me. She hated me even more when I got her daughter pregnant at 15, I did the right thing and married her and stood by her side when she gave birth. I wanted to give our family the life they deserved by immigrating to America to find work. But of course she didn’t let me go by myself, we left our daughter in the care of my mother and traveled hand in hand to America. It was difficult and seemed like nothing was going right at first but seeing her working just as hard kept me going. Eventually we brought our daughter over and started the life we deserved, then she came along, then her brother.” the two women were walking back with drinks floating near them “we taught her how to love and work hard, she taught herself how to fight back and stay strong. Our pride and joy is in her” he turned to Tenya “we’d love to have you as part of our family, just don’t wait too long.”
“Here, I got you some dango too” Ita hands Tenya a stick of dango and tea. They sat as the parents were walking around with their tea, hand in hand. “Aren’t they cute?” I commented as they pointed to the mountain in the distance “can you believe they’ve been married for 32 years?!”
“32 years?” Tenya nearly choked on his tea “wow, I can’t even imagine myself 32 years from now!”
“Right?!” I laughed “I hope sometime before that, I’d be able to go home.”
“What if you have a family here by the time it comes around?”
“I’d bring them with me, my whole family is over there” I turn to him “but even if I don’t, I want to bring you along.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to travel alone” I hold his hand and squeeze “you make me feel less lonely in the world.”
“What if you want to stay in America?”
“I won’t beg you to stay with me but that’ll all depend” I look at my parents taking pictures of the bridge “for now, I’ll wait for that day to come.”
Tenya felt less pressured to marry her now that she said all that. She wanted him around even if they weren’t in love. It didn’t seem too bad to wait things out for just a bit longer. They spent the rest of their parent’s stay traveling together and sharing meals.
“Tired?” Tenya asked Ita once they got home from the airport.
“A bit, we left super early and it’s still pretty early” I yawned as I stretched “I’m going to take a nap on the couch before I have to go to work.”
“I’ll join you” he carried her to the couch before she could protest “here, I’ll hold you as you rest” he cradled her and immediately she fell asleep nuzzled into his chest. As she rested, he really took in his surroundings. They were in a new year, in a home with his love and the house was quiet. It was nothing like he imagined it when they were teenagers but it was very realistic and just as wonderful. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you” he whispered “I’m not leaving, not without you.”
She got up after an hour to get ready for her agent job and left, leaving Tenya alone to move in the rest of his things. He enters the office space and sees her cluttered space, a day bed and an empty part of the room. He assumed that’s where all his things go and after settling in, some of the things on the day bed caught his attention. On the satin sheets was an oversized hoodie and her old laptop, upon unfurling the hoodie, he sees it’s an Ingenium hoodie. “This is my hero hoodie” he said as he checked the tag on the inside “limited edition at that.” The idea that she bought one at all baffled him since she wasn’t into hero culture at all. He traced the sticker clad laptop with his fingertips “I wonder if I still remember her password” he opened the laptop to see the iconic picture of the 3 friends with the bear that she tamed, he typed in what he remembered and it logged him in. The home screen background was of Mr Muffins, just like how he remembered it. Out of morbid curiosity, he pulled up her browser and flipped through her tabs. Most of them online shopping sites for her beauty, hair and snack items that aren’t sold in Japan. One tab was on hero news, he clicked on it and saw himself on the screen along with all his statistics. “She’s been catching up on me?” the search history went all the way to when he showed up on the ranking, 3 years ago. “All this time, she’s been worrying about me and seeing how I’ve been before we reunited” he felt his heart ache at all the time she sat in this bed with the hoodie on, reading about him and longing to talk to him again “Oh Ita, I wish I wasn’t so stubborn to say it sooner.” He closed the laptop and put the hoodie back how he found it. He knows that she had feelings for him since high school but knowing now what she did in those years apart made him sad but determined. Sad that neither of them could say it, Determined to always say how he feels toward her.
-Night of the Gala-
“Need help?” I chortled as Tenya struggled to straighten the shoulders of the garment.
“Please” he said in defeat “how do you guys do it? High fashion doesn’t seem hard to put on.”
“You’ll get used to it” I fix the tassels on the shoulders “We usually fix each other’s clothes and hair before heading out to the chauffeur.”
“Y’all decent?” knocked Jin on the bedroom door.
“Yuh, ready to go?”
“We need some hair spray for Mimi” Jin said as Mimi walked up into view “it’s one of those hair days.”
“Oh shit, I got you fam” I pick up some combs and hair spray to fix her hair.
Tenya watches them in the living room, working on Mimi’s hair just like when they were in high school and he walked in the intel dorms to visit Ita. Just another fond memory that hasn’t changed. Once everyone was fixed and ready, they headed to the Gala in style.
“I didn’t know you could just portal a whole limousine like that” Tenya awed at how fast they traveled from the front gate of the community to the Gala.
“I do it for safety reasons” Jin says as he checks the time “wouldn’t want stalkers or villains to know where we are” he put his phone in his suit pocket “not that it’s happened before but you can’t be too careful.”
They step out of the limo to be swarmed with cameras and interviewers like it was a red carpet event.
“You guys weren’t kidding! It’s a big deal to be here” Tenya looked around him once they entered the place “Oh my, everyone is in theme.”
Before Ita could say anything, a familiar but unwelcomed voice called out to them “WELL! If it isn’t the most gorgeous woman in Japan!” a lanky man walked up to them.
“Correction, it’s Most Powerful” Mimi stopped the man from coming any closer “what do you want weasel man?”
“Can’t I talk to my associate?”
“Newsflash flat ass, we never agreed to your contract” Jin slides in with the facts “and with the crash in your stocks recently, our eyes are set to crush your company next.”
“Yeah whatever” the man ignored Jin “you’re looking mighty fine this evening Miss CEO, will you join me for some wine and see where the night takes us.”
“She can’t” Tenya stepped in before she could say anything “she has yet to introduce me to her colleagues.”
“And you are?”
“Her date tonight” He said confidently, feeling giddy that he said it “come babe, who were you going to show me?” putting his arm around her waist to take them to the otherside of the room, flashing a mischievous look back to the lanky man.
“Babe? Excuse me Mr. Her Date Tonight” she mocked and teased once they were out of earshot “who are you?”
“I didn’t like how that guy wanted to take you away for your undivided attention” he shuddered “I got a sickly vibe from him.” He looked around the room and saw all the hushed whispers and looks everyone were flashing at them “You’re certainly drawing a lot of attention with your gown.”
“They’re looking at you too” I chuckled “I’ve never been photographed with a date, let alone arm in arm with them” I wave at some of the familiar faces “lucky you, don’t worry about messing it up, just be yourself and limit only 2 glasses of champagne.”
After some ceremony things and year in recap for the tech moguls, Ita takes Tenya to her favorite part of the place. A little ways past the courtyard, theres a large pond full of colorful fish and frogs.
“What a quaint area” Tenya said in awe “is that a platform?”
“Yeah, you can take it right up to the middle of the pond, just above the water, to see the fish better” they go on the platform a distance from the edge “see, there’s some glow ones too and my favorite one is that iridescent one.”
“How deep do you think this pond is?” he asked curiously “theres so many fish here that it can’t be waist deep.”
“Quen sabes?” I look at him “do you think this’ll be a good addition to the yard?”
“A pond?” he thought about it “the yard isn’t that big.”
“I know but I’m thinking about having a mini one with just 3 or 5 fish to swim comfortably in and have it where the lemon and Kumquat tree is” I touched the surface of the water “but who knows when I’ll have time to sit down and plan it, I have so much on my plate for this year.”
“I see, it’s hard juggling everything” the big gold koi fish poked it head up and it caught his attention “but I hope you do decide to do it, I’d love to see it and anything you put your mind into turns out amazing.”
“Oh stop it!” I blushed as I stood up “you flatter me too much.” As they leaned in for the kiss, the platform gave way and they both fell into the pond, causing a scene. They both swam to the edge and everyone came out to see what happened.
“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry Miss!” the host of the event was mortified “are you hurt?! I’ll cover the cost of your damaged gown!”
“I’m more concerned about the fish” I said wringing out my hair “I hope our fall didn’t hurt them, I was so careful to not fall in.”
“I saw who tempered with the platform controls” spoke up a female that was part of somebody’s entourage “it was that lanky man with the navy suit! I was on the balcony when it happened.”
“I’ll handle things!” the host helps her up “lets get you two dried and inside” they lead us into a door that leads to the guest room “my apologies again! Please feel free to wash up too and I’ll get your clothes cleaned.”
“It’s alright Mr. Taka!” I say to calm him “thank you for your hospitality, I think we’ll just stay here until we get our dry clothes and leave for the evening.”
“Oh but I feel awful that that man had the gull to ruin your night, like some school boy!” the host gestured toward Tenya “I didn’t even get to meet your boyfriend properly, Hi I’m Mr. Ani Taka, CEO of Kankai Electronics.”
“Oh my it’s an honor! I’m Tenya Iida, Pro Hero Ingenium of the Ingenium legacy.”
“A PRO HERO! MISS PALMA I CAN’T BELIEVE I HAD TWO BIG NAMES THAT FELL INTO MY POND!” he screamed and fan-boy’d “sorry I’m just a hero fanatic! I’ve shaken hands with your father and brother along with other heroes.”
“I thought you might react like this” I laughed and turned to Tenya “he’s one of my business partners and my supplier for touch screens and sensors.”
“I never gave up on their idea and helped them become the big name she is now” he turned to her “why don’t you get out of those wet clothes and into a robe?” he waited for her to close the door on the bathroom “So young hero, when’s the wedding?”
“You too?!” Tenya groaned “I’ve only been living with her for 2 weeks and dating for 8 months, its too soon to ask.”
“Alright BUT I want an invitation!” he huffed “just don’t wait too long.”
The rest of the night was spent in that guest room, finding out that lanky man is banned from future events and heading home pretty early. The next day, the headline on the event was ‘Robo Dog CEO and Pro Hero Ingenium Fall in Pond at the Tech Gala, CEO more concerned about the fish?’
“Really? Nothing on why Tenya was with me on the platform?” I questioned as I looked at the headline in my office “well I guess I should be thankful I was put in the positive light.”
“That spike in publicity is going to be LIT!” Beizu commented.
“Ew please don’t say ‘lit’ like that, you sound like my parents” I cringed and everyone else in the room agreed.
“Well that wasn’t very plus ultra of you guys” Beizu pouted “besides, this was a tech highlight, hero gossip shows up on the main page of anything way later or not at all. They’re heroes after all! They pay the publisher to remove gossip about them to boost their image” everyone took his word for it, he was a side-kick after all “if anything, this isn’t going to affect him much. Who reads the Tech headlines for hero news?!”
-Meanwhile, At the Todoroki Estate-
“KYAAA! SHOTO!” Fuyuumi cried out as the brothers run in from their morning work out.
“What is it?! What’s wrong Fu?” Shoto panted.
“LOOK! Palma-sama is with your friend!”
The brothers look at the headline and collectively said “So?”
“And he’s in the same un-named designer outfit!” she just confused the brothers more “it means she’s dating him! There’s no other reason why he gets a custom suit AND is arm in arm with her at the BIGGEST Gala of the year for Tech!” she squealed “I’m so happy for her!”
“Now that you mentioned it, Iida-kun moved out of his brother’s apartment at the end of the year and didn’t say where he moved to” Shoto recalled “and he was at her tech presentation in October” things finally clicked for him “it took him 3 years to finally say it! And didn’t tell anybody!?”
-In the Midoriya household-
“I can’t believe they finally said it!” sobbed Izuku and Ochako in their living room over the headline “I’m so happy for them!”
“We have to celebrate somehow!” Ochako squealed “I’ll contact the girls and you gather the boys.”
“I’m on it!” Izuku and Ochako sent a mass text to their old classmates about their discovery and celebration plans.
-Back at the house, later that evening-
“How was work?” I asked Tenya he walked in.
“It was weird today, I got a lot of attention when I went patrolling” he took off his shoes “plus my phone has been blowing up with voicemails and texts from our classmates.”
“Oh si? What did they say?” I was surprised to hear the blowing up his phone part.
“I went through the voicemails and most of it is screaming and crying, which concerned me until I heard Yuga’s” he plays Aoyama’s voice-message.
“Bonjour Dear Classmate~ I heard you’ve been hiding something from us, your relationship with your Princess! At long last you poured your heart out and she accepts you, unfortunately I am out of Japan and in France at the moment BUT I do expect a wedding invitation! Bye Bye for now!”
We both turn red and laugh “Well, so much for keeping things private” I peer over his phone “what else did they send?”
“Texts that say to call them back, screen shots of the headline, OH this threatening text from Bakugo” he pulls up the text.
I read the text “Oi, you better treat her right or else I’ll personally beat you to death, NO QUIRKS!” I laugh “that’s on brand, I miss those twinks oddly enough.”
“You have one request from Dummy-Dum to video-call, would you like to answer?” said the robo as he waddled in from the hallway.
“Kaminari? Um sure put him on the wide screen” I commanded and sat in front of the television. A buffering screen of Kaminari in his kitchen appeared “What’s poppin fam?”
“YOU! And -gasps- HIM!” Kaminari was freaking out as you can clearly see Tenya in frame of the video call “You two have been hiding your little hand holding and smoochy smoochy eh?!”
“Denki I told you I was talking to her again” Tenya said as he walked toward the couch “and you didn’t say anything about it!”
“I thought you meant like texting or emailing not fully hanging out!” Kaminari was just pacing in his kitchen “You two are putting pressure on the rest of us.”
“How?!” Tenya and I said at the same time “All we did was fall into a pond!”
“You fell in with a designer outfit that SHE made custom for you! Jiro wants me to start matching with her now” he pointed at his screen “do you know how uncool it is to have your girlfriend plan outfits?!”
“I actually don’t mind her styling me” Tenya chopped in response “she has an eye for fashion, this shirt flatters my frame better and she got me these Gucci slides house shoes.”
“It’s that attitude that’s putting pressure on us!” he groaned “I guess I’m happy you two finally made it official, just don’t out do us when you propose.”
The video call ends but the messages from old classmates kept coming in, well, except Shinso. While he knew all along, he knows he can’t say he’s happy for them until they get closure. But when?
-Chapter 37, End-
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