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gennyanydots · 1 year

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This is love I just can’t live without Ch. 6

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x if!Kazansky!reader (affectionately often called “Baby Ice”)

Biker!au

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Chapter summary: Bradley sees his girl again for the first time in five years and damn is she gorgeous.

Chapter trigger warnings: swearing.

Ch. 6 “A curse I can’t disown” Bradley

Bradley’s heart jumped into his throat when he read the text from Ice.

“She’s coming. Don’t fuck this up. I’m counting on you.”

He groaned. How is he supposed to not fuck this up? Just existing is fucking it up. The fact that he can’t time travel is fucking it up. Being a part of the club is fucking it up. The odds are literally stacked against him and the party hasn’t even started yet.

Fuck! He hadn’t even realized until now that the last time he saw her was at a party and the first time he’ll see her again it’s at a party.

He sighs, he might as well shower and get ready. If he’s going to see his girl for the first time in five years he better look presentable.

A couple hours later, Bradley’s once again seated on a couch on the main floor with a bottle of beer lazily clutched in one hand that’s hanging off the armrest of the couch and his other arm resting along the top of the couch. He’s watching everyone else in the club starting off the party. Some of his brother seem to be five shots deep by now. The prospects are running around behind the bar trying to keep up with the demand as the party gets going.

Almost all of the OG’s seem to be matching him, a beer in one hand and eyes scanning the goings on in the club. Bradley’s sure they’re watching for a different reason entirely than him but for a couple that might not be true. His girl’s uncles have always been really fucking protective. He used to hate it, back in high school when they would sneak out to meet up with each other, but he couldn’t be more thankful now. They were able to watch over and protect the love of his life when he couldn’t, when he wasn’t allowed to. He will forever owe them.

Bradley’s been trying not to look like he’s on the edge of his seat since he came downstairs from his room but that’s the truth. He’s getting to see his girl for the first time in five years. He can only assume how much more beautiful she is.

Ice hadn’t said what time she was showing up and he wasn’t here yet either.

He feels someone take a seat next to him and flicks his eyes over to look and tries hard not to audibly groan.

“Hey Bradley!” The person sitting next to him said cheerily.

Bradley sighs, “Hello Missy.”

Missy grins and scoots closer to Bradley, “I was hoping you’d be here! I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Not from lack of trying….” Bradley mutters under his breath.

“What was that?” Missy asks.

“Nothing!” Bradley says quickly. “Of course I’m here Missy. I live here.”

“I know that silly,” Missy says twirling some hair around her index finger. “But I heard it’s a party for your ex so I figured you wouldn’t want to be here for that.”

Bradley shrugged, “You thought wrong.”

Missy scooted closer to Bradley and leaned in to his ear, “Well, if you need, I’m more than happy to help you through this. In any way I can.” She winked at him as she ran a hand through his hair.

Bradley grimaced. Missy has been trying to get in his pants for months now. Not once has he even given her the inkling that he’s interested but that hasn’t stopped her from trying any chance she got.

“I’m going to get a drink did you want anything?” Missy asked him and he shook his head and held up his still mostly full beer bottle. She nodded and flounced off to the bar area. Bradley tried his hardest not to roll his eyes. She grated on his nerves. Never leaves him alone. Somehow has yet to pick up that he isn’t interested.

He kept watch of the door until finally the most beautiful woman he had ever seen walked through the doorway. Time did his girl good. She looked gorgeous in her jeans and crop top. Every bit the biker baby she had been raised to be. He could see glimpses of tattoos peeking over the waistband of her jeans and underneath her shirt. He had never seen any of them but God he wanted to. Her jeans were up too high to be able to see the one tattoo he knew was hiding on her hip. He had a similar one on his ribs. He prays her’s is still there.

He watched as she greeted her uncles with Nat trailing behind her. he hadn’t originally seen her, not that he can see any other girl with THE girl in the same room as him. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest. His breath caught in his throat. Is this what a heart attack feels like? He closes his eyes for a few seconds and to calm himself down. He can handle this. He can do this. It’s just the love of his life. No big deal. Just the woman who he loves more than anything in the world. The woman who left him. The woman he drove away with his poor choices. Never again. If he gets another chance there’s no way he will let anything close to that happen again.

All of her uncles greeted her with hugs and excited hellos. Her father joined them wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Bradley watched as even Cyclone seemed to be ecstatic about seeing her again and Bradley’s pretty sure he’s never been ecstatic about anything before. He didn’t even know Cyclone knew how to smile.

Bradley jumps when he hears, “Told you she was lookin’ good,” from beside his ear. He whips his head around to see Hangman leaning on the top of the couch from behind it.

“I fucking swear I need to put a fucking bell around your neck or something,” Bradley grumbles.

Hangman laughs, “Oooh kinky. Whatever you’re into Bradshaw.” He winks at Bradley who gives him a disgusted look in return.

“Why are you here?” Bradley asks.

“Didn’t want you to be sulking all by your lonesome. What kind of friend would I be if I let that happen?” Hangman asked and hopped over the back of the couch and sat beside him.

Bradley rolled his eyes, “A perfectly fine friend. I don’t need you to come babysit me. I’m perfectly fine.”

Hangman shrugged, “You sure? Because to me it looks like you’re some creepy stalker watching a girl at a party like you’re going to murder her or something.”

“The only one I’m gonna murder is you.”

Hangman scoffs playfully, “That’s not even true. We’re the bestest of friends. You can’t kill me. You’d miss me too much. Nobody else can put up with your bullshit like I can.”

Bradley rolls his eyes with a small chuckle. He wished it wasn’t true but Hangman did put up with his bullshit all the time but it was a two way street. Bradley had to put up with just as much bullshit from Hangman.

He glanced back at his girl to see her walking up to the bar, waiting for a prospect’s attention. He glanced along the bar to see if someone was going to be able to help her, hell if she needed something he would jump behind the bar and get whatever she wanted for her. His eyes passed over a different set of eyes before going back to them. Missy was staring at him. Gross. He frowned as she raised an eyebrow at him and then downed the drink she had just gotten. She winked at him then set her sights on another, his girl. He watched as Missy made her way over to where his girl stood. He did not have a good feeling about this…

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female!reader #rooster x f!reader #top gun biker!au #this is love i just can’t live without

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aliveinacoffin · 11 months

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Master List

Of the .1 fics that I've written/posted on here

⋆｡°✩ Spider-Verse ⋆｡°✩

( ´ཀ` ) Miguel O'Hara

Lunch Date - PT1 PT2 - Fluff/Implied F!Reader, can be ignored if you squint

↓ All somewhat connected, neither have to be read to know context, though, I would rec to read top first↑

Come Back To bed - PT1 PT2 - Angst little comfort/GN!Raader

A Difference In Fate - F!Reader, angst no comfort,

Coffee for us - GN!Reader, fluff

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ My Hero Academia ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

✩࿐ General

Boyfriend Imagines - Gen!Reader/Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Shouta Aizawa, Denki Kaminari, & Hizashi Yamada - fluff, headcanons, just tooth-rotting fluff :>

ᓚᘏᗢ Aizawa Shouta/EraserHead Hospital - GN!Reader, angst/fluff comfort, TW suicidal talk, and dying) Strawberry Fanta - PT1 Introduction - (Rest On Ao3! Finished) - NSWF!F!Reader, TW yandere, stalking, violence (his name isn't spelled right I don't think? I'm so sorry) Orange Fanta - PT1 - Story and context on Ao3 - NSFW Fem!Reader, TW Yandere, violence, sexual content, dubious consent/noncon Silent Nights Exhibition - No reader, only zawa NSFW: public nudity, gremliness My own mirror - PT1 - PT2 - no reader, 3rd pov TW: Suicidal thoughts, smoking weed, implied abuse, parent death, brief mentions of ED With my whole heart- GN!Reader, angst/little comfort/none, TW: Yandere, violence, mentions of kidnapping, drugging, staking Hating you as well - PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 - F!Reader, little angst/mostly just the sillies - you just wanted to make friends, but one GUY keeps making that impossible for you, it was like he fucking hated you! And for what!!

❆Shoto Todoroki♨

Deja ya de llorar - GN!Reader, tiny angst/major comfort just cute all around

♬♪ Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada

You're Not Just Him - Pregnant!F!Reader - Fluff - You make your husband take a break from work and have a family day with you and the kids.

✰ ✰ ✰ All Might/Toshinori Yagi

Important To You - Toshinori & Daughter!Reader - angst/no comfort TW! Neglect, parental abuse, depressive episode, mentioned eating problems, bullying, and mjc death - Being the daughter of such an important man was already hard, but after he gets deathly ill and the death of his best advisor? Forget about it!

༺｡° .ᘛThe Last Of Us 1&2ᘚ. ° ｡༻

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ellie Williams

Ellie Band Au Headcanons - no reader- nsfw & sfw parts

☀︎ Grand Theft Auto V ☀︎

Wedding Ring - F!Reader- Smut, cursing, manipulation - Michael De Santa has ghosted you for moths, and now he shows up to your house unexpectedly.

My Ao3!

Unfortunately, I do have unfinished works, and new ones in progress, but it's okay because I guilt myself enough for the both of us.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Requests are OPEN! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Won't do: Scat, water sports, puke (in that way, if ya know what I mean lol). Thats kinda it :)

Will do: Pretty much everything else lmao Post dividers by @cafekitsune

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Fandoms I can do!

MHA

Undertale

Across The SpiderVerse

Rick and Morty

Grand Theft Auto 5

SouthPark

The Last Of Us&1 (Games 2)

Harry Potter

Adventure Time

The disastrous Life of Saiki K

F is for Family

Mystic Messenger (Though, I will warn you I haven't completed the game 100%, so I'll go off what I know so far/what I've seen from the fandom.)

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xxtha-blog · 4 months

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I can't really understand Ace's psychology... In the comic he seems to me to be a funny dandy, a bit of a tease but not a bad guy, with a trauma that has led him to do stupid things for reasons who were moral. Given that the comic ended on a hopeful note thanks to Dream, we can only imagine that things will get better for him afterwards... Whereas in the Asks, the commentaries and all the information outside the comic, he comes across as much more cynical, tragic and negative... In fact, over and above what I'm sure is a lack of understanding of the comic, it's a difference in the aura of both that I feel that's confusing me... Perhaps you can enlighten me?

There's definitely a difference in how Ace acts outside of the comic vs how Ace acts inside the comics. A lot of it is the difference between Ace being essentially shackled by Joker vs afterwards.

He really doesn't break the fourth wall very much within the comic so you don't get much of his active disdain of us. It's a contained story-line, he can't interact with creators in real-time. Whereas, on a medium like tumblr or in an rp event, he's real-time talking with creators, and he loves to antagonize creators, hence, being pretty cynical.

His nature as a character is something that isn't resolved and 'things will get better' doesn't mean he's doesn't have like. Fifty different mental illnesses still. In fact, Ace in the comic recognizes this by not saying that things are better, but that they could be better, and in two parts of that, his goal is to 1. Enjoy himself. And 2. Get over what he lost, both of which he is doing in most of the post-AU stuff. When he references his tragedy he usually does so mockingly or ironically. When he talks to creators he's also doing the same. The ask blog isn't that great of an example for his post-Au character given it's intentionally a non-canon and actively antagonistic format, so he's just constantly not enjoying it. A better example would be RP events on discord, which most people never saw, or this really old one-shot I made when I was like 16, which you can read here (it's not the best written but still in character):

This is a pretty typical way he'd react. He's not really overly cynical or negative, mostly just chaotic and quick witted. If he thought you thought that about that, he would be offended, and then he'd act much more positive, just for you. He'd give people gifts and sing funny musical numbers, full orchestration. Do some dances, really bring the energy.

If people thought he was too upbeat and positive, he'd kill a rabbit with a playing card in front of them, electrocute someone, and threaten to burn their house down (whether serious or not is up to you).

His personality is always revolving around his weird way of speaking and general oddities, but he'll essentially do anything as long as an illusion is fuelling it because illusions allow him to do anything. Which includes acting in a very wide variety of ways.

The power of illusions just lets him make the world his playground.

He plays the hero, he plays the villain, he plays whatever role he thinks is something you haven't seen him play before, because he can do whatever he wants (except cliches, they'll kill him dead), and he's going to do whatever he wants, to keep you on your toes. If he's talking to creators he's almost always going to be sarcastic though, simply because he doesn't like them very much. He uses other characters as vectors for his silly hi-jinks, which he just fundamentally can't pull when talking to creators directly.

You can also find a more in depth overview of his personality here:

#chancetale info

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razmerry · 2 years

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me: haha it’s just a silly little star trek au. I promise I’ll be normal about it

me when it’s time for locus:

Fr the amount of lore I have stacked up in my brain for this man... all 3 of you who read these posts better be ready to do some scrolling because I am rotted in the cabeza.

Here’s some feverish rambling about one of my favorite rvb characters (of all time):

- Locus is a changeling, courtesy of my most genius moment in this AU 2 years ago. At the time I was only watching bits and pieces of DS9 whenever my mom had it on, but I got enough to immediately know it was perfect for him. Like Odo, Locus is one of the hundred baby changelings who got sent out into the galaxy with no memories. But I think he probably floated in space for a long time before landing anywhere, so he is decently old physically.

- As continued, Locus followed a similar path to Odo, but instead of landing on Bajor, he crashed onto Cardassia in the wild lands, where he lay for a very long time. Until one day, he was found by a Cardassian military group - which included Felix and Siris. Since the equivalent of the Halo Great War would be the Dominion War, that’s when this is set. At first, the Cardassians just think this is a mildly interesting slimy sample, but when set near their weapons, they find that it can transform into them. All of a sudden Locus becomes very important to the Cardassians, even more so when they discover he can change from one weapon into another. And that’s what they think he is at this point - some kind of shapeshifting weapon. This is also why they call him Locus - I’m twisting canon a bit, but I’m gonna say that a particular type of phase rifle that they use is a “Locus” model.

- Eventually, one day as the squad is sitting around talking, they start to prompt Locus to change into one of the soldiers. To all of their utter shock, they discover he can do this, and is in fact a sentient, living creature. But they are in a war after all... and he is still a weapon. (can I get a you are nothing more than a suit of armor and a gun?) Locus becomes an unofficial member of the military squad, who manages to survive in ragged numbers. He’s used both as a soldier and as a physical weapon/armor, which as he’s known nothing else but these Cardassians, he accepts as a fact of life. After the war ends and Cardassia is ravaged, his story would proceed much like it did in canon - he joins up with Felix and Siris, working as a mercenary on distant worlds. I’ll talk more about Siris once I draw him, but at some point Felix and Locus end up working together without him and eventually make their way to Chorus. Which I’ll talk more about when I draw Doyle and Kimball. Goddamn the thoughts in this head.

- Just as Odo has limits to his shapeshifting, I wanted to give some to Locus as well. He does still have to periodically rest in his liquid state, because I think that’s very funny. But his main weakness is that he’s an incredibly good shapeshifter, able to mimic people and things down the smallest detail - he’s just an incredibly terrible actor. He can look like your friend, but if he opens his mouth he cannot convince he’s them. So Locus mostly does spying/background work, which makes Felix desperately he - the “people person” - was the one who could shapeshift instead.

- Locus’s weird little obsession/mancrush with Wash is one of my favorite little details about him, and when you can literally turn into someone I think that leaves some very fun doors open. Just to explain that ridiculous second extra drawing I made.

- During the equivalent to seasons 11/early season 12, Locus is fully presenting himself as a normal Cardassian, and he and Felix are riding on basically the same backstories they use in the show - old war buddies turned rivals, etc etc. I think Felix would spin himself as a soldier who was forced to do terrible things during the war, but is trying to redeem himself by helping out the rebels (who are Bajorans in this AU). However Locus, as he is wont to do, just plays himself as an ice cold mercenary who is neutral to either side of this conflict.

- As time goes on during the late season 12/season 13 equivalent arc, Locus does spy work, frequently disguised as a Bajoran or a Human. He begins to favor these forms (as he grows more and more conflicted about himself), something that Felix absolutely hates. Post-season 13, he would rarely change into a Cardassian again. His scar is something that he keeps, though - originally he gave it to himself because the leader of the original military squad (the suit of armor and a gun guy) had the same scar, and Locus saw him as an authority/father/mentor figure. Post season 13, he keeps it a reminder to himself and to keep him in check.

- God I can talk about Locus for hours. I’m so fond of changelings. Can I get a hell yeah for any pronouns Locus? Changelings are literally The gender fluid.

Alright I’m done now, I promise I’ll be normal about the rest of this AU (lying). Next week is Siris!

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dlea203 · 10 months

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5 years - Hannix AU

A/N: Hello☺️! Seems like I'm getting a little better at updating at least a little more frequently, but don't hold me to a specific pace, please😅! Inspiration has been flowing these past few days and I'm pretty happy with how this chapter turned out. I hope you like it too😌. As always, comments/reblogs/likes/ideas are greatly appreciated and very welcome🥰!

ALSO: Thank you to all of you who have continuously interacted with this story🥰! You guys are the best!!!

Taglist: @carsgeek24 (as requested, my love😉💗) @sweetwhispersofchaos

Warnings: angst, fluff (I'm trying to put as much fluff into the chapters as possible to make up for the angst, I hope it's still bearable😬)

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Chapter Seven

September 16th, 4 years ago…

He wished he had a camera with him. To capture the magnificent sight currently presented to him. The gold and orange rays of sunshine were slowly crawling up the rocks, spreading their warmth as far as possible. From the rocks they jumped onto the walls of the houses in the village. You could feel them warming up the clay if you put your hands flat on the walls. And with that, as if the sunlight acted as its energizer, the village slowly came to life.

The men and elder boys left the houses, farming equipment in hand. Yes, farming equipment. Although this region of Afghanistan was rather sandy and consisted mostly of never-ending deserts, the “high lands” around the rocks had quite some fertile soil. That’s why most of the villages were built there. There weren’t thousands of acres of fertile soil, but it was enough to supply the whole village. Sure, rain wasn’t too common around here, but the Afghan people, as Jake had come to learn over the past year, were pretty creative when it came to providing the village with sufficient supplies.

The women said goodbye to them, sometimes even with small kisses on the forehead or cheeks. And, most importantly, never without the promise of being home for lunch.

Jake sat on the steps in front of their house and faced the rising sun, his arms braced on top of his knees. He just watched, as practically every morning. But this morning was different. Not because something was out of order, but rather because today was a special date. And the reason why he wished he had a camera to capture this view. Today was Lynn’s birthday. Her first birthday.

And he wasn’t home.

If he had a camera, he could snap a pic and put it into a frame to gift his daughter. Although she would still be too small to comprehend the meaning behind his gift, he wished so desperately to be able to do it, nonetheless. Because this view was a metaphor for what he felt when Lynn came into this world. His whole damn world lit up when his princess made her grand entrance. Lynn, together with Nat of course, was his sun. His girls were the reason he kept fighting when his jet fell from the sky. He knew, should he give up, there would just be darkness on the other end of the tunnel. But his girls, back at home, they were the light. And just as beautiful as this sunrise here.

“Hey Jake!”

He didn’t even need to turn around to know who just called his name.

“What is it, Zahra?”

“Ma looks for you. Breakfast is ready.”

The sixteen-year-old girl plopped down onto the steps next to him, smiling brightly at him from the side. Jake smiled back, offering her a fist-bump. She bumped her fist against his, furrowing her brows.

“I still don’t understand why you do that. It’s… what’s the word again? It’s not silly, but…”

“Weird?”, he offered, smirking.

“Yes! Weird, that’s it.”

Jake laughed, shaking his head, and proudly listened to Zahra rattle off numerous reasons why the fist-bump-thing was weird and how many other not-weird-ways-to-greet-each-other there were. Why proudly? Back when the people of this village helped him out of his misery, at least to the best of their abilities, Jake felt this need to give something back for their help. At first, they refused, but then he had an idea. Jake offered to teach the kids, and later the grown-ups, basic English. Isaad presented his idea to the people of the village, explaining how beneficial it would be if the kids understood and spoke English. Especially if the American troops would find their way into the village. First, the men agreed to let Jake teach only the boys, because they were afraid that the Taliban would find out that the girls were taught too. But then Jake was able to convince them of letting him teach both girls and boys. And Zahra was an eager student. She practically soaked up the English language like a sponge. After only a few weeks, she was able to form grammatically correct sentences and speak freely about easy topics. Jake was sure he’d rarely been this proud before in his life. Now, after a year of practice, she was able to speak very freely about different topics and rarely made grammatical mistakes. Sometimes the words didn’t come to her right away, but the ones she knew she used correctly. And while he taught the kids English, they taught him their Afghan dialect. Although he wasn’t quite as fast as Zahra, she was a very patient teacher and spent hours on end going over the words and grammar with him. What he quickly did, was understand. He was able to follow dinner or lunch conversations between the family members and he understood what Isaad was translating when he spoke with someone of the village. Speaking was a different topic. But it came too, with time. The one thing he’d never forget was her reaction when he spoke his first Afghan sentence without a mistake. She’d jumped up from her spot at the kitchen table, squealing like she wanted the walls to burst and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. Jake had felt a rush of pure happiness speed through his veins. A very emotional moment that he’d treasure for the rest of his life.

“Hello? Are you still there?”, Zahra interrupted his train of thoughts.

“Sorry. What did you say?”

Zahra narrowed her eyes, mused at him, before her gaze fell on his right fist that was tightly clasping something. She reached for his hand, gently untangled his fingers, and took a piece of paper out of his hand. A photo. Zahra smiled at him knowingly and a little sad, mirroring his expression.

“You miss her, yeah?”

“Every day, yes.”

Zahra carefully brushed her index finger over the photo.

“What was her name again? Something with an “N”, right?”

“Natasha”, Jake answered absentmindedly, staring at the orange ball that was the sun.

“Right… Natasha. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

“She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met”, Jake agreed, smiling dreamily for a short second before the longing feeling took over again and squeezed his heart tightly inside his chest.

“You never talk about her. Why?”

Jake sighed, dropping his gaze onto the sandy road, mentally steeling himself for this conversation.

“Because it hurts when I talk about her. Or when I think too much about her. I miss her so much, and there’s no chance I get to see her anytime soon. So, I’m trying not to think about her too much or else I’ll go crazy.”

Zahra nodded, understanding. Her gaze rested on the picture of Natasha. Jake’s gaze joined her. It was a picture he’d taken last summer at the beach in San Diego. It’d been a pretty hot day and since Natasha had been 7 months pregnant at the time, they’d had no choice but to go out and spend a few hours at the beach. He’d taken many pictures over the course of the afternoon, but this one was without a doubt his favorite. She was sitting on her knees, her left profile facing him. Her right hand was hugging her baby belly, her left hand braced on her lower back. She was looking down at her belly with the biggest smile on her face. Her hair was up in a cute and kinda messy bun with a few stray locks that framed her face. The lighting made her look like a vision. That photo was one of those once-in-a-lifetime-shots, which was the reason why Jake used to keep it in the chest pocket of his flight suit. Now, he kept it within the tunic he wore. Where it was always safe and with him, just like his girls who were always in his heart. The other picture of them he kept with him in the jet must have burned in the flames…

“And the baby?”

Zahra was, as Jake had come to learn over the past year, a very curious girl and loved to cut straight to the point. He chuckled sadly.

“It’s a girl. She was born on this day last year. Her name is Lynn”, Jake answered, doing his very best to keep the tears at bay.

“You were there when she was born?”

“Yes. It was a long night”, he laughed, gently shaking his head at the memory.

“How long?”

“Almost 20 hours of labor… but Nat was an absolute champ. She did fantastic. We were both a little panicked at first when her water broke on the kitchen floor, but then we looked at each other and we knew – okay, we’re doing this now.”

Zahra chuckled, nodding her head, and focusing back on the picture.

“Then your daughter is one year old today?”

“Yeah, my princess is growing up fast. And I’m not even there to witness it…”

He averted his gaze, looking back at the rising sun. Zahra carefully placed her hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You will see her again one day. I’m sure.”

Jake looked at her, smiling thankfully. He didn’t need to say it out loud, Zahra’s eyes told him that she knew. They enjoyed the silence for another couple of seconds, when suddenly their names were called: “Zahra! Jake!”

Amira appeared behind them in the doorway, her hands braced on her hips. She scolded them for not coming inside for breakfast and threatened to put them on dish duty for the rest of the month if they didn’t hurry. Jake and Zahra shared a worried look before laughing heartily and hurrying inside to join the family at breakfast.

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But even if he’d talked about it for a few minutes, the painful thought of home didn’t leave his head for the rest of the day. He was uncharacteristically unfocused, which didn’t go unnoticed.

“Jake, what is going on with you?”, Isaad asked when he joined a few other men for a cup of tea in the late afternoon.

“What? Nothing.”

“Yes, of course. And I’m the American president”, Isaad retorted, earning a few laughs from the rest.

“Come on, what is wrong?”, Jahan pressed, gently shoving Jake, as if to give him the literal push over the edge.

Jake took a sip of his tea to buy himself some time. But he knew very well that he wouldn’t get out of the spotlight this easy. The expectant looks from his friends told him so as well. Sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose, he conceded.

“Today’s the first birthday of my daughter.”

While Isaad, Jahan and two other men sucked in a breath, a few others looked confused and waited for Isaad to translate. When he’d done so, they reacted about the same way. Jahan patted Jake’s shoulder this time, an apologetic smile on his face.

“I’m very sorry”, Isaad whispered.

“Yeah, it’s hard right now, but it’s gonna be fine. Hopefully I can go home soon to be there for her next birthday.”

“What’s her name?”, the man with the name Behnam asked.

“Lynn. L-y-n-n”, Jake spelled, “well, her full name is Lynn Helen Seresin.”

“Beautiful name”, Behnam’s neighbor, Hussain, commented, earning a few nods.

“Thank you. She’s a beautiful girl. One of the few things I did right in my life… besides making my wife marry me, obviously”, Jake laughed.

“What’s the name of your wife?”, Cirus asked, adding a spoon of sugar to his tea.

“Natasha Seresin since she became my wife, but her maiden name is Natasha Trace.”

“Natasha… very beautiful name also. She is a beautiful woman, I think?”, Cirus asked, chuckling.

“She is indeed.”

“Jake has a picture”, Jahan jumped in, motioning for Jake to show it to the others.

He carefully took it out of his tunic and showed it to the round. The men eyed it closely, Hussain even whistled through his teeth. Bahiri, the eldest of the village, took it out of Jake’s hand and held it into the light for a better view.

“Very beautiful”, he nodded, handing it back to Jake with a smile.

“Thank you.”

Jake had never talked much about his home or his family. In the past year, he’d used most of his time to get to know the families here in the village and work his ass off so as they wouldn’t regret that they helped him. Besides teaching the kids English, he helped the men with basic repair work on the farming equipment or houses. Whatever was needed. On top of that, he helped with farming the fields as often as he could and lent Amira his hands within the household. There wasn’t much time to talk. And the people had been too busy adjusting to the fact that he was living with them now. They barely knew anything about him, and they rarely asked any questions. But of course, now that some time had passed and the topic had come up, they started to ask those questions. Beside talking about his familial life in San Diego, Jake offered a lot of stories from his time in the Navy. He told them how he’d met his wife, how they fell in love, what missions they’d been on together and which he’d done with his squadron. The men listened attentively, occasionally relying on Isaad and his translation skills. But Jake had gotten really good at explaining things in Afghan, so Isaad’s skills were becoming more irrelevant as time progressed. Slowly but surely, Jake was becoming a part of the village. But, although he was so grateful that they helped him and saw him as one of them, he couldn’t wait for the day where he got the chance to go home. Hopefully, that day would come soon…

*-*

Monday morning 6 a.m. came way too soon for Natasha’s liking. When her alarm went off, she huffed out an exasperated breath, hit the snooze button a little harder than usually and closed her eyes once more. A low chuckle greeted her at that, sending her heartbeat through the roof for a second.

“Still not a morning person”, Jake whispered, his devilish smile on full display.

“And I’ll never become one”, she retorted, scrunching up her nose without opening her eyes.

Jake laughed, before scooting closer to her, and wrapping his arm around her waist. He nuzzled his face into her neck and peppered her skin with little kisses, making her smile.

“How’d you survive the academy, flight school and all your deployments as a non-morning-person?”

“Guess I’m a surprise box”, she answered sleepily, pulling his arm tighter around her.

Jake chuckled again, pressing one last kiss to her cheek, before attacking her sides with his hands, tickling her. She immediately shrieked in shock.

“No, Jake! … Stop! … Stop!”

She tried to squirm away from him, but he kept her where she was, still tickling her.

“Jake, please!”

He had mercy on her but pulled her on top of him to kiss her properly. Straddling his hips, she sighed into the kiss, finally opening her eyes to look at him. He brushed a lock of hair behind her right ear, looking at her in wonder. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe that she’d agreed to marry him. And that she had taken him back, even though he’d been away for five years.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”, she asked, searching his eyes.

“I’m not looking at you like that.”

“Yes, you are”, she chuckled, “do I have something on my face?”

“Besides unmatched beauty?”

She rolled her eyes at his cheesiness, shaking her head.

“I’m trying to make earnest conversation here, Jake. So please don’t behave like a child. Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I was just thinking… Over there in Afghanistan, I was wondering if the things I know about you are still true”, he answered hesitantly, tightening his grip on her hips.

Natasha furrowed her brows, cocking her head slightly to the side.

“Why that?”

He shrugged, averting his gaze, but she made him look at her again.

“A lot can change in five years. I thought… that maybe, well… I don’t know.”

“What did you think?”

“No, it’s dumb. Forget it.”

“Jake, what did you think?”

Her gaze was as insistent as her voice, letting him know that he wasn’t getting out of this this easily.

“I thought that… you discovered new things about yourself in the meantime, maybe with a different partner too… that the things you liked or disliked aren’t the same anymore as before Afghanistan.”

She sucked in a breath, spiking his insecurity even more.

“I said it’s dumb. Please forget I ever said that. I-I just… I’m sorry.”

He tried to push her off and climb out of bed to go bury himself somewhere in the backyard, but she didn’t move.

“Jake, I…”, she started, cupping his cheeks, and looking deep into his eyes, “I never had someone else.”

Now it was his turn to suck in a breath. He definitely hadn’t expected that answer. Not because he knew that she hadn’t been happy with him and would’ve jump at the first opportunity to find someone else, but because he knew what an amazing woman she was and how many men would gladly take his place if presented the opportunity. Although he’d always wished she would wait for him when he’d been in Afghanistan, he'd known that he couldn’t ask her to. He would never have. She more than deserved to be happy, and if he wasn’t able to make her happy for whatever reason, he couldn’t trap her in this marriage. He’d half expected to come here and find her with a new man at her side, maybe even already married.

“You didn’t?!”

She furrowed her brows again before pulling them up.

“I’m sorry, what? Are you mad I didn’t?”

“No! No, of course not, I just – “

He stared at her, disbelieving and slightly dumbfounded, before grabbing her face and smashing his lips on hers. She gasped into his mouth but gladly accepted the kiss.

“You waited for me, baby? All those years?”, he asked in a whispering tone, still disbelievingly.

She smiled at him, tears welling up in her eyes at the hell that were the last five years.

“Oh Jake… I thought you were dead. They told me you died in a crash. I didn’t wait for you, I was grieving – mourning you, like a wife who loved her husband wholeheartedly, does.”

A tear made its way down her cheek, getting caught in the corner of her mouth that was stretched into a sad smile.

“So, tell me – who should have wanted me, hmm? Who should have wanted a grieving woman as their partner?”

He chuckled, gently brushing the wet path of her tear away from her cheek with his thumb.

“Well, let’s see… how about that one neighbor that used to look over his fence whenever you went jogging?”

“Vincent?”, Natasha laughed.

“Mhmm.”

She gently swatted his arm before shaking her head, still laughing.

“You know what? I actually expected him to shoot his shot when it was evident you wouldn’t return. But he never showed up, not even brought any flowers over. I’m not sure how I would’ve reacted if he came over though… probably not very friendly. I think I would’ve told him off. Or I would’ve held Lynn in his face, telling him that that little girl has just lost her father and he comes over to flirt with her mother… I don’t know, I surely wasn’t in a good place back then.”

Jake cupped her cheeks, pressing his forehead against hers.

“I’m sorry, darlin’. I’m sorry for making you go through that”, he whispered, taking a deep breath afterwards.

She shook her head, kissing him.

“No, don’t! Baby, you came back to me! You came back home; to Lynn and me. That is more than I ever could have asked for.”

Natasha brushed her thumb over his cheek, enjoying the feeling of his skin under hers.

“I love you, Jake Seresin. I always have and always will. But I will not let you out of my sight for the foreseeable future, my beloved husband”, she said, chuckling and pointing at him with her finger.

He chuckled too, kissing said pointer finger.

“Don’t worry, Misses Seresin. I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

*-*

Hand in hand, their daughter a few strides in front of them, they strolled up to the kindergarten building. More than a few curious looks from other parents followed them on their way to the front door. Jake’s grip tightened a tiny bit when they entered the foyer and followed Lynn to her place in the wardrobe space. But Natasha smiled at him and as fast as his worries arose, they disappeared again. Jake crouched down in front of Lynn, took her little backpack, and proudly watched her untie her shoes, all the while keeping up the conversation they started before. Natasha stood a little bit aside, watching them, when the kindergarten teacher, Ms. Janine Robinson, walked up to her.

“Misses Seresin, it’s good to see you again! It’s been a while. How are you?”

“I’m very good, thank you. How are you?”

“Good too. It’s gonna be a busy day, but I’m sure you know how it is.”

Ms. Robinson crossed her arms over her chest, setting eyes on Lynn and Jake for the first time.

“Oh, I see a new face! May I ask who that is?”, she asked carefully, eyeing Jake up and down.

“That’s Jake Seresin; my husband and Lynn’s father.”

Ms. Robinson turned her head sharply, her eyes widening and her mouth just so staying shut.

“Your husband?! But I thought you told me… I mean… didn’t you say that he died?”

“That’s what I thought for the past five years. But apparently, I was wrong, and so was the Navy.”

“Are you sure?”

Natasha raised an eyebrow at that, fixing Miss Robinson with a daring glare.

“I think I’m very well able to recognize my husband and the father of my daughter, but thank you for your concerns, Janine.”

The young teacher immediately averted her gaze for a second, looking down at her shoes in shame.

“I’m sorry, that was inappropriate. It’s just, you know… I’ve seen a couple of movies and reports where someone returned after a long time, but it wasn’t the person that originally left and the families were fooled, because so much time has passed and stuff – “

“I know what you mean, but trust me, he’s the real Jake Seresin.”

Natasha snorted.

“I’ve spent the last five years memorizing every last detail I know about him. I can confirm, without a doubt, that that man is the man I married.”

Ms. Robinson nodded, watching Jake’s interaction with Lynn with great interest.

“And Lynn is taking it well?”

“Yes, why?”

“Oh, you know, I’ve talked to her about her father a few times over the last year… I was surprised how much she knew about him since she never met him consciously. But she told me a lot about him, and that she knows that he’s with the angels.”

Natasha nodded.

“When the Navy told me that he’d died, Lynn was just over two months old. I realized pretty soon that I had to make a decision… either I tell her the truth about her father and who he was from the start, or I lie to her and make up excuses until she’s old enough to know the truth.”

Ms. Robinson nodded understandingly, following Natasha’s explanation attentively.

“I went for the first route, obviously. I wanted her to know who her father was. I wanted her to know where she came from. That she’d been born into a home full of love, into arms who’d be there for her for the rest of her life. And that those weren’t just my arms… Jake loved her from the first moment that he knew of her, just like me. He was so on board, it was frightening”, she chuckled, shaking her head.

”I sometimes even questioned if the same man that I married still lived with me.”

Janine laughed, not tearing her eyes away from how Lynn dragged her father straight into the main room of the kindergarten to show him where she liked to play.

“She was always supposed to know who he was and what he and I had. On some nights, when she wouldn’t go down without crying for an hour because he wasn’t there, I wondered whether I really made the right choice… whether I caused her more pain by telling her the truth… but then I looked at old pics of our time before Lynn and I saw where she got her green eyes and big smile from, and I just… I just couldn’t lie.”

“I get that”, Ms. Robinson answered, gently touching Natasha’s arm, “I’m glad that it’s going well. How long has he been back?”

“He came home Saturday noon. I had our friends over for one of our monthly gatherings. You can imagine the chaos that followed when he suddenly appeared at the door, looking as if he’d never been gone…”

“Oh, yeah, I can picture that!”, Ms. Robinson laughed, nodding her head.

Natasha chuckled, checking her watch when the bell went off. Ms. Robinson did so too, gasping in surprise.

“Oh, I swear, time is running faster these days! I have to get the kids gathered together… I’m very sorry to leave this conversation hanging in the air, Misses Seresin. Would you excuse me?”

“Sure. Have a good day.”

Natasha watched her run off to the entrance, welcoming the last kids that were brought by their parents. Then, she peaked her head around the corner into the main room, chuckling to herself at the scene presented to her. Lynn was proudly showing Jake all her drawings, going over them with him in an almost analytic way. Natasha walked up to them, weaving her fingers through Lynn’s light curls, that were tied into a ponytail.

“Hi baby. Are you showing daddy all your drawings?”

“Yes, mommy!”

“They’re beautiful, princess. You should make more, you’re talented. Maybe you become a famous painter one day”, Jake said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You think so?”

“Mhmm.”

“Woah, okay, there’s still a lot of time until then. For now, daddy and I have to say goodbye, sweetheart. We’re gonna pick you up in the afternoon, okay?”

“Can’t you stay?”

“No, and you know why. But you’re a big girl, you’ll be fine. Right?”

Natasha crouched down and adjusted Lynn’s hair tie, cupping her cheek.

“I love you, baby. Give me a kiss, yeah?”

Lynn kissed her on the lips, before throwing her arms around Natasha’s neck and squeezing her tightly.

“Love you too, mommy.”

Then, she turned to Jake and flew into his arms, giggling at him pressing a loud kiss on her cheek.

“I love you so much, princess. Be nice and behave, can you do that for me?”

“Yes, daddy. Love you.”

When Ms. Robinson walked in with the rest of the kids, that was their cue to leave. They walked to the door, looking back once more to watch Lynn take a seat on her chair in the circle, waving at them before engaging in a conversation with the girl sitting next to her.

“She’s such a big girl already”, Jake whispered in awe.

Natasha nodded, taking his hand in hers and looking at him for a second before looking back at Lynn.

“Our little princess.”

*-*

After they left the kindergarten, they drove straight into the city center, heading for the town hall. Although they’d only called this morning, they had managed to get a spontaneous appointment with the civil registrar in order to sort of “reorganize” Jake’s life from a legal point of view. He’d been considered dead for the past five years, not only from a familial and military point of view, but also legally. They needed to set Natasha’s civil status back to “married” and made sure that Jake was still correctly listed as Lynn’s biological and legal father. A lot of paperwork, but the civil registrar was a nice and funny guy, which made the hours fly by quickly.

*-*

“What would you say if I took you out for a lunch date?”, Jake asked, when they left the town hall hand in hand.

“A lunch date?”

“Precisely.”

“I’d say, I’m starving and if you don’t get me food within the next half hour, I will become your worst nightmare.”

Jake laughed, kissing her cheek.

“Lunch date it is.”

Although it’d been a while, he still remembered their favorite restaurant for lunch dates. Stealing glances at each other over the edge of their menus was still a thing, too. To celebrate their reunion, they enjoyed a glass of wine. They did some small talk here and there, nothing too deep. Well, at least until they finished their main courses. The waiter had just picked up their plates and promised to be back with the dessert menu, when Natasha cleared her throat, picking at a breadcrumb.

“I… I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything, but you know that I’ve not been blessed with the ability to be patient. And we won’t have much time to ourselves in the next few days or weeks. I took off work today, but tomorrow I have to go back, and you’ll surely have to report to base within this week to get things sorted out… we’ll have to call your parents, my parents, my brothers – they’ll probably all want to visit us as soon as possible! It’s gonna be a lot of stress–“

“Nat, what is it?”

She sighed, taking a deep breath. Hesitantly, she met his gaze, pursing her lips.

“When will you tell me what happened to you?”

His face fell and he moved slightly back, letting go of her hands on the table. His hands disappeared into his lap and his gaze switched over to the window. Natasha sat up straighter, desperation washing over her face.

“Jake, I – please, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to–“

“I already told you, Nat, I can’t just… I can’t just talk about that on a lunch date. It’s–“

“But you can tell me anything, Jake, I promise!”

“This has nothing to do with you! Nat…”

Jake sighed, squeezing his eyes shut, focusing on his breathing for a moment, before looking at her again.

“It’s not that I can’t tell you. But it’s… it’s so much, and so much of it is ugly and heavy. I don’t want to burden you with it. You’re working almost full-time, there’s Lynn, our friends, our families, the house… You have so much on your plate already, I can’t put this on your shoulders too just like that.”

“Jake, you don’t have to worry about me, I can handle it.”

Jake shook his head, pulled out his wallet and waved the waiter over. Out of politeness, Natasha kept quiet, but inside, she was raging. Her husband knew how much she hated it when he babied her, when he tried to play the macho.

They left the restaurant in a hurry, heading straight for their car in the parking lot. But there, Natasha crossed her arms over her chest, planting her feet and staring him down.

“You know perfectly well what I can handle. So don’t worry about that.”

“Yes, I do worry about that. And yes, I know what you can handle, but this is another caliber–“

“Do not treat me like a child, Jake Seresin! I’m your goddamn wife! We vowed to treat each other as equal partners in this marriage, so live up to that!”

“I’m not treating you like a child! I’m trying to protect you from knowing what I’ve been through, because I want you to be able to sleep at night!”, he shouted, standing mere inches from her and fixing her with a hard glare.

She gasped slightly at that. Seeing naked fear flickering in his eyes made her insides squirming. Jake tried getting his breathing back under control, turning away and rubbing his hands over his face. She stood frozen where she was, processing what just happened. Slowly, he turned back around and walked up to her, cupping her cheeks tenderly. There were tears in his eyes, making her heart drop into her stomach.

“You don’t want to know what I’ve seen, Nat. Trust me, you don’t. I’m just trying to protect you, I swear, that’s all I’m doing”, he whispered, barely keeping his tears at bay.

She grabbed his wrists, pressing her forehead against his.

“I want to help you. Please, Jake, let me help you. Let me help you carry this burden. Please”, she whispered, choking on a sob.

He sighed, deeper than she’d ever heard him sigh. Some of the tears in his eyes escaped, sliding down his cheeks.

“Nat–“

“Please!”

She pulled back slightly and looked deep into his eyes, carefully drying his cheeks with her thumbs. He stared at her, contemplating. He knew she wouldn’t give up and it would only cause more flashbacks for him whenever she brought it up. He knew too, that he needed to talk to someone about it. And who did he trust more than his wife?

“Please Jake. I know how much you suffer; I can see it in your eyes. They don’t hold the same light anymore as they used to. Let me help you, I beg you”, she sobbed.

Jake didn’t want that she cried because of him. She must’ve done enough of that over the past five years. He didn’t want to hurt her, and he knew that he would continue to do so as long as he refused to let her in on the past five years of his life.

“Okay.”

His voice was no more than a whisper. She sucked in a breath, her lips curling into a small smile.

“I will tell you, once the stress of the next few weeks is over. Once we’re settled in, once our families know about me and had the chance of visiting us. I promise you, by my sister’s honor, that I will tell you everything then. Can you live with that?”

She nodded, kissing him deeply.

“I love you, sweetheart”, Jake whispered against her lips.

“I love you, honey”, Natasha whispered back, falling into his arms.

#5 years #hannix au #hannix #hangman x phoenix #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #top gun: maverick #writing #fanfiction

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sleepii-moth · 10 months

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ok so ive had this outer wilds playlist i made sitting there for a while and wanna share it but i feel compelled to explain every song so here i go- might add more to this if i find anything that fits but this is all for now :)

island song- i like to think about this as sort of hal and hatchling's friendship when they were kids

everything stays- this one is very solanum and the rest of the nomai- something about the way so many nomai settlements changed through time but also didnt, in a way theyre still the same as they were all those years ago just frozen in time

echoes of the eye, travelers encore, last dream of home, outer wilds reprise- these are just outer wilds songs i like

still feel- very much hatchling at the beginning of the time loop to me- the thrill of dying but still being alive. searching for answers with reckless abandon and excitement

ends of the earth- this one makes me think about hatchling trying to get gabbro to go with them around the solar system and reciprocate that desire for discovery and exploration

until the night turns- literally a song about the world ending.. i think thats all this is to me djfnsjfn

frozen pines- reminds me a lot of the hearthians and their relation to the nomai + some bits that make me think of the time loop in there

way out there- this is mostly just hatchling in the time loop to me

no matter what- i feel kinda silly putting an su song in here but whatever. you can think of this as hatchling and gabbro, or if you wanna be sad it can be hal and hatchling before the time loop :)

somewhere out there- this one makes me think a lot about the nomai's search for the eye + the hearthians relation to it and how hatchling got to the eye because of the nomai

twenty long years- VERY hatchling in the time loop- the way its presented also makes me think of it from an everyone lives au perspective and how the time loop affected them, its also got some campfire song vibes so i like to think of it as something hatchling could sing too :)

the stranger- EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS ONE IS JUST PERFECT FOR THE STRANGERS!!!! the LYRICS the NAME its sooooo outer wilds dlc, its also like the last one in making me think about it as a song hatchling could sing and as something written from their point of view

the night we met- this ones just kinda a little love song i like to apply to ships, my go to for this one is usually thinking about the time buddies singing together and also to make it sadder- them singing together to distract from the fact that one of them is dying before the loop ends, in those scenarios i usually think about it as a hearthian folk song that they both just know the lyrics to

#ow spoilers

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sagesolsticewrites · 2 years

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hi sageykinz !!!!! i was craving some austin x reader x olivia content & then i was like i know the exact person for the job!

so i have 2 for ya (if u want!)

#5 - “I hate Christmas shopping.” - “I love Christmas shopping!” (i thought this would be cute with austin vs olivia lol)

& ice skating!! (i’m imagining austin/reader/olivia r just vvvv attracted to each other here 👀)

but do whatever u want, i just need some trio magic 😭

- @burninlovebutler 😘😘

MEL MY BELOVED YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS REQUEST MADE ME 🥹

being poly myself I love love lovee writing poly x reader fics 🥰

(actually putting these under a cut bc they ended up much, much longer that I’d anticipated oops 😂)

Send me drabble prompts!

5.) “I hate Christmas shopping” / “I love Christmas shopping!”

You skipped into the kitchen, humming happily as you checked the final few things off your list.

“What’s got you so happy, sweetheart?” Austin asked from the kitchen table where he and your girlfriend were sitting.

“Oh nothing,” you smiled, “Just got all my Christmas shopping done. It feels good to check things off the to-do list. Hey, how’s your Christmas shopping going, my loves? I know you two have been busy lately,” you say, genuine sympathy in your eyes.

They very casually assure you that their Christmas shopping is mostly done, just one or two small things they need to get for their other friends, and you nod, “Well, that’s good. As long as you two remember to take some time for yourselves, please? I don’t want you stressing yourselves out just for a little holiday.”

Austin and Olivia both assure you they’re fine, and you vanish back into your room to finish wrapping presents for your family.

As soon as you’re gone, they lock eyes.

“I haven’t had time to go Christmas shopping.”

“Me neither.”

“I hate Christmas shopping!”

“I love Christmas shopping!”

“Wait, what?” They say in unison.

“How can you hate Christmas shopping?! Getting to pick out the perfect gift for someone you love, everyone around you in the holiday spirit..”

“See, Liv, you just listed the reasons I don’t like it,” Austin says with a chuckle, “There’s so much pressure to choose an absolutely perfect gift, and there’s so many people, and everyone’s stressed out, it’s just… it’s a lot.”

Olivia thinks for a moment, then it hits her. “Hey, what if we just did it together?”

“Did… what together?”

“Christmas shopping, silly! We’ll split off to get each other gifts if we need to, but we can do the rest of the shopping together, and maybe it’ll be at least a little more enjoyable for you that way?”

Austin beams at his girlfriend. “I’d love that. I can’t believe we didn’t think of that before.”

“Come on, Aus, you know I’m the one with the brains in this relationship,” Liv teases, leaning over to give him a quick peck so he knows she doesn’t mean it.

“Sweetheart, I love you, but I think we both know who actually has the brains in this relationship,” Austin laughs, already grabbing his coat.

“Y/N,” they both chorus in unison.

Austin heads down the hall as Olivia gets her coat and shoes, knocking on your door before opening it just a crack to peek inside. “Sweetheart, Liv and I are gonna head out to do some last-minute shopping, are you gonna be okay here?”

You look up from the partially wrapped box, hastily taping a corner down before turning your full attention to your boyfriend. “Oh yeah, of course! Have fun and be safe,” you remind him, coming over to the door to give him a kiss before he leaves. You poke your head out into the hall and call towards Olivia, “Have fun babe, be safe!”, making sure to blow her a kiss, too.

“We will!” she calls back, and both you and Austin can hear the smile in her voice.

“Oh, and,” you place a hand on Austin’s arm, gently stopping him as he starts to walk away, “Would you mind picking up something for dinner on the way home? I don’t feel like cooking tonight,” you ask, almost apologetically.

“Of course sweetheart,” he assures you with a nod as he heads back down the hall, “We’ll let you know when we’re on our way home!”

At the mall, Austin does okay for the most part. It’s much better with Liv there than if he was alone, but eventually all the hustle and bustle of the shoppers and the tinny Christmas carols being piped through the mall speakers start to get to him, and he starts getting antsy. He really wants to go home, but he tries to hide it when Liv decides she wants to stop by one of the candle stores to see if they can find anything after they’ve bought all the gifts they need.

They’ve only been in there for a few minutes, however, when she starts picking up on his less-than-cheery mood, and finally decides it’s time to go home.

“I’m sorry that took so long,” she says as they get in the car, gifts securely tucked away in the trunk, “But it wasn’t too bad, was it?”

Austin gives her a soft smile, “No, it wasn’t that bad. Though it was definitely just because you were there.”

“Well, I’m happy I could be of service,” she teases.

On the way home they stop at your favorite restaurant and bring home a veritable feast — Christmas shopping apparently works up an appetite.

Gifts securely hidden away, they spend the rest of that night cuddling with you on the couch, eating dinner and watching all the cheesy Christmas movies you want.

17.) Ice Skating 🥰

“How are you so good at this?” Austin said, exchanging surprised glances with Olivia as they took in the way you glided across the ice like it was nothing.

Sure, you had sounded incredibly excited when you suggested an ice skating date that weekend, but neither of your partners had expected… this.

“I dunno,” you shrugged, facing them with a grin as you turned smoothly into a backwards glide on the less crowded portion of the rink. “I grew up with ice skating lessons and went to open skate at the rink back home pretty much every weekend when I was a kid. Guess some of it just stuck with me.”

Slowing down, you moved so you were skating alongside your partners, assessing how they were doing so far. Olivia was doing fairly well, she was confident enough to move away from the wall lining the ice a bit, but Austin… sweet California born-and-raised Austin was struggling, clinging to the wall for support, though he was clearly trying to make it seem like he was against the wall on purpose.

Exchanging amused glances with your girlfriend, you moved so you were skating between them, linking hands so both of them had support from you.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you Aus,” you teased gently, adding a squeeze of your hand so he knew you were being genuine, that you would be there if he needed you.

“Thank you, sweetheart, I appreciate it,” he laughed, returning the squeeze, which soon turned into a chain of hand squeezes between the three of you as you tried to tease each other while keeping your balance, eventually ending with the three of you collapsing into giggles as you glided aimlessly along the wall.

Soon, though, you could sense that both Austin and Olivia were getting tired, and you suggested stopping for the day and grabbing some hot chocolate at the stand nearby to warm up. They took your suggestion gratefully, and you soon found yourself squashed between them on a bench just outside the rink, each of you holding a cup of steaming hot chocolate.

“This was fun, baby,” Olivia said, tucking a stray wisp of hair back into your hat from where it had escaped, “Thank you for suggesting it.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you smiled, leaning to rest your head oh her shoulder, her faux-fur lined hood proving a more than satisfactory pillow.

Your head shot right back up, however, as you perked up seeing the Zamboni come out to clean up the ice. You were hit with a sudden longing to get back out onto the rink. It had been so long since you’d skated on glass-smooth ice…

Your excitement isn’t lost on your partners, as Austin nudges your shoulder with a knowing smile.

“Go on, get back out there. I know you want to.”

You turn to see Olivia giving you a grin matching Austin’s, and she takes your hot chocolate from your hands gently. “Go ahead sweetheart, give us a show,” she teases gently.

You feel your face heat up, a sweet, warm feeling that has nothing to do with the hot chocolate spreading throughout your body as you realize just how easily your partners can read you.

“Fine, fine, if you insist,” you playfully sigh, quickly slipping back into your skates and making your way back to the ice.

It’s late, and everyone else seems to have left for the evening. It’s just the three of you left as you step onto the ice and begin to glide, unable to stop a smile spreading across your face at how your movements are that much smoother and cleaner on recently swept ice. You feel Austin and Olivia’s eyes on you, and you let out a laugh as you hear them whooping and cheering for you as if you’re an Olympic skater. You warm up with a few laps around the rink, playfully blowing kisses to them every time you pass.

You decide to show off for them a little by doing a few of the jumps you remember from when you were younger, and though you don’t quite stick the landing on all of them, you know Austin and a Olivia are incredibly impressed, if their dropped jaws are anything to go off of.

Eventually you come off the ice, beaming, a rosy glow in your cheeks.

Your partners come to meet you, Olivia still holding your abandoned hot chocolate.

“So that was…” Austin begins, somewhat speechless.

“Incredible!” Olivia shrieks as you untie your rented skates and slip back into your winter boots. “Babe, how come you never told us you could do that?”

You shrug shyly, “I guess it just never came up?”

“Well we definitely need to go ice skating more often,” Austin says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close as you make your way back to the car, “Especially if we’re gonna get a show like that every time.”

You feel your face heat up even more as the two of them shower you with praise, and you decide to turn the attention back to them.

“Well I’m just glad I got to spend today with my two favorite people in the world,” you say, squeezing their hands clasped in yours, “I love you guys.”

“We love you, too,” they murmur, and as snow begins to fall on a moonlit winter night, you pull each of them in for a sweet kiss, joy filling your chest with warmth.

#full disclosure I wrote both of these on exactly zero hours of sleep so if anything doesn’t make sense… that’s why lol #austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #austin butler fanfiction #olivia dejonge #olivia dejonge x reader #austin x olivia x reader #austin butler x olivia dejonge x reader #sage answers #mel 🥀#drabbles

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alittlebitgoofy · 2 years

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sinking - dayasco

this is part of the bimbo daya au but can be read standalone, i wrote a depression vent fic and decided to finish it off and post it on a whim. i can’t even remember why i started it just realised i never finished it so here we are.

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Daya glanced down from her sketchbook when her phone started buzzing, seeing Bosco’s name light up, she tapped the accept button without a second thought, vaguely wondering why they would be calling her rather than just texting. However, she hadn’t been the most responsive over the past few days, taking hours longer than usual to reply to messages and mostly only sending a few words at a time.

Bosco’s voice came through on the other line, sounding weak even through the muffled phone speaker.

“Daya? Can you come here?” She spoke as if each word hurt to force out, god Daya knew that feeling. She was too soft-spoken for the confident Bosco she knew, not quite the most talkative person but always self-assured in whatever they had to say.

“Yeah of course, what’s up?”

“Nothing I just- Can you hurry? I need someone with me right now and Jasmine’s gone to class and-” They couldn’t stop talking once they started, the anxiety in her voice creeping through and becoming obvious to Daya, she glanced over at where she was sat, grabbing one of her dinosaur plushes in a daze, wondering if it would calm Bosco down like it did her.

“I’m on my way right now, okay? Don’t start panicking, it’s okay.” She reassured as best she could, sprinting through the halls and almost running into a shocked looking Willow, who simply shrugged as Daya blurted a quick apology before racing off

“Thank you.” Was all Bosco could manage out, her voice cracking with tears starting to pour again. Daya rushed over, pulling them into her arms as the sobs grew, feeling Bosco burrow against her as if Daya was the last line of defense between her and the world.

The more Daya questioned how she was, the more Bosco cried. Something tipped her over the edge, seeing how caring Daya was despite being called for out of the blue broke the last remaining shreds of her walls, crumbling when Daya whispered reassuringly that she was there for them.

Sobs turned into shaking breaths, the energy to cry having disappeared but the pit in her stomach never left as Bosco felt the weight of the world on her, wishing she could just sink into Daya and never have to look up or go outside again.

How did they even communicate this? Bosco felt like they were drowning and couldn't come up for air. Everything was too much and they kept wondering what the point of everything was. Why was everything so painful? What was going on and why did every waking moment feel like she was sinking deeper and deeper into a painful state of mind?

“Hey, Bosco? It feels a bit silly, but I brought something, it makes me feel better when I’ve got too many feelings going on to really process, would it help you?” Daya rambled slightly, smiling nervously as Bosco peaked out from their spot in her chest, glancing curiously at the dinosaur plush Daya presented before wordlessly taking it and pulling it to her chest, one hand wrapping back around Daya as the other clung to the stuffed animal like a lifeline.

“Is that a yes?” Daya questioned, giggling softly as Bosco nodded, humming into her chest.

Bosco felt everything start to lessen in intensity, the realisation she hadn’t moved in some days apart from going to the toilet or occasionally grabbing something to eat became the more apparent the longer she stayed curled into Daya, beginning to panic that she looked disgusting to the blonde, though the loving stare she gave them said otherwise.

“I feel disgusting.”

“You’re not disgusting, we both know I’m the gross one. I ate a bug once, you can’t top that.”

Bosco just laughed weakly, appreciating Daya’s constant insistence that they were okay, even though they both knew it wasn’t true.

Daya moved one of her hands that had been secured around Bosco’s waist to her hair, pulling down the hood of the hoodie that she’d burrowed herself in to avoid being perceived and slowly running her fingers through the black curls, messily pulled into a bun to keep out of her face that fell out with a gentle tug.

Bosco squirmed slightly, whining when Daya made an attempt to detangle her hair and pulled it in the process.

“You’re not going to make much progress, it needs a long wash and about an hour's worth of brushing.”

“We can do that, if you want to.” Daya mused, continuing her fruitless attempt to detangle their hair, slowly pulling some strands apart as gently as she could

“You don’t think it’s gross?” They hesitated, watching Daya’s expression closely for any signs of discomfort as she continued to examine and run through her hair.

“I think you’re struggling, and it’s hard to take care of yourself when things are too much to handle.” She shrugged, such genuine concern in her eyes that Bosco felt sick to her stomach, how could someone care that much for her? All she was good for was some quick jokes and a one-night stand. Why did Daya have to care so much?

“I haven’t told you about everything, how did you know?” Bosco became quiet again, looking at Daya with slightly panicked eyes, scouring her brain for any mention of her precocious mental state that wasn’t played off as a joke, shrugging it off if she’d ever try to pry into it.

How much had she thought about them? Why was she the one thing that broke through Bosco’s calm aloof facade that let her go through the start of the year without incident?

She’d stayed, that was where it started, even knowing it would make things complicated. Daya had become a quick friend, always willing to go over notes from their shared classes or just talk about anything. She’d talk for hours the second Bosco prodded her about a topic she knew a lot about and it was always the best. How much had she listened to? God, this was horrible.

“Kerri mentioned that you have moments when you just shut off from everyone for days at a time and that she was worried about you, I figured something was up when your texts were so dry and just kind of put the pieces together.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be the dumb one-” They joked, though couldn’t find the courage in themself to look up and see how the blonde redacted.

“I have my moments.” Daya grinned, giggling in a way that made Bosco unable to stop the corners of her lips from curling up ever so slightly.

“You really brought me a dinosaur because it helps you and you thought it would help me too.” Bosco glanced down at the stuffed toy in her arms, smiling softly at it. It was a tangible reminder of how kind Daya always was, no matter what in her own way she would show how much she cared.

“I didn’t think it through, but it made sense as I was rushing here. Don’t laugh at me too much.” Daya turned away, face flushing slightly in embarrassment. Bosco looked back up at her with a soft smile, wondering how she’d managed to get someone this caring in her life without so much as a complaint about coming to her when she needed someone.

“It helped.” They said simply, unable to communicate the mix of emotions boiling inside of them, though Daya’s shocked look did make them crack another small smile.

“You’re not just saying that to stop me from feeling dumb?”

“No, it really did.” Bosco slid her hand over Daya’s cheek, rubbing it gently and letting out the first genuine smile Daya had seen from her in a while. Their eyes crinkled in an utterly adorable way that Daya just couldn’t resist, pressing their lips together on impulse, gently kissing Bosco as they felt things start to feel lighter for the first time in the past few days.

When they broke apart, that same somewhat dopey grin was still on Bosco’s face, tugging at Daya’s heart the longer she stared at them.

“I’m sorry I’m such a mess, but thank you for helping me through it.”

“Bosco. Don’t put yourself down, everyone struggles with things. You aren’t a bad person for finding emotions hard, I’ll always be willing to give you a shoulder to cry on. Literally, you cried a lot don’t you need a drink or something?”

“I need a lot of things, I think I should start with a shower to be honest my hair needs to be sorted out before I start feeling like a person again.” They grimaced as they touched their hair, irked by the knots that would take forever to brush out.

“How about you go shower and I’ll get you something to eat and drink, maybe I’ll even grab you a dr pepper, would that be nice?”

“You’re an ally, you know that.” Bosco poked Daya in the cheek, pressing a kiss to the same place as the blonde squeaked in surprise.

“I try my best.”

When she came back to their room, Daya found Bosco lying down, her eyes closed and finally looking completely calm. Her hair was still wet, soaking the back of her shirt as it dripped from the messy bun she’d pulled it into. What really tugged on her heartstrings was seeing Bosco cuddling the dinosaur she’d left in their room, securely grasped against their chest.

It was too cute a sight to ruin, though the food in Daya’s hands reminded her she couldn’t stay staring forever. Putting it down, she nudged Bosco gently, murmuring a gentle greeting so as to not startle them.

Bosco just let out a confused grunt in response, slowly opening her eyes to see Daya standing over her with a soft smile. Her sleepy confusion moved to slight embarrassment as she became aware of her surroundings. Shifting themself up, Bosco tugged Daya to sit next to her, grabbing the food before being aware of the fact Daya didn’t bring herself anything.

“You not hungry?”

“I’ve already eaten, plus I always carry around snacks in my pockets. Diabetes and what not.” Bosco shrugged, pressing a kiss to Daya’s cheek in thanks as she started to eat.

Daya just watched on quietly, smiling to herself as the smaller girl was too absorbed in her food to notice the staring, though once they finished they turned to Daya, an eyebrow raised as the blonde felt her face heat up.

“You just gonna watch me the whole time?”

“I wasn’t-” Daya hesitated, though the knowing look Bosco shot her soon broke her resolve. “Okay maybe I was but you’re too cute how couldn’t I?”

“Cute?” Bosco’s tone changed, somewhat incredulous at the suggestion. She’d been called a lot of things, intimidating, hot, occasionally pretty, but never cute. She scared people, even before coming out she’d always been on the alternative side, too tall to really look endearing to anyone. She’d come to expect the lack of cuteness, it just wasn’t her thing and that was okay. (At least until the dysphoria got bad)

But cute? Daya thought she was cute? The thought made her face burn, something churned in their stomach as Daya nodded at the question. An unfamiliar warmth seemed to talk hold of her, everything feeling fuzzy in response to one single comment.

“You’re cute, it was adorable when you were cuddling the dinosaur earlier.”

“You saw that?”

“I did, don’t worry you’re secrets safe with me. No one is going to know the hot goth girl is actually an adorable softie who loves cuddles.” With that, Daya pulled Bosco into a tight hug, leaning her head on their shoulder and looking up at them with adoring eyes.

Bosco glanced away, praying Daya wouldn’t see how much that affected them. Though her attempt failed as Daya grabbed her face, tilting them to face her again.

“See, cute.” Daya kissed their cheek, leaving a dumbfounded Bosco to stare blankly back. Processing everything they blinked a few times, realising the pit in their stomach had lifted completely when Daya was nearby.

“Also, your hair, can I brush it.” Daya focused her attention on their hair, gently tugging the bun and letting out the messy black curls. She raked her hands through it a few times, Bosco quietly humming in delight, leaning into her touch.

“Yeah, do what you want to it.” She shrugged, almost whining as Daya moved from her spot nestled against them to grab her hairbrush. She soon returned, sitting behind Bosco and planting a kiss at the top of her head before getting started detangling the mess they’d made of their hair.

They closed their eyes as she worked, enjoying the feeling of the way Daya would run her fingers through the knots she’d brushed out just to check it was completely gone or how she gently scratched their scalp after hitting a particularly rough bit, soothing them as the pain made Bosco jolt slightly.

By the end of it, she was putty in Daya’s hands, melting as she continues to stroke their hair and scratch at her head in a way that they couldn’t help but let out a content sigh.

“You like that?”

Bosco hummed in agreement, letting Daya do whatever she wanted as long as they could stay like that for a little longer.

“It’s kind of late, isn’t Jasmine coming back?” The blonde looked at her bed questioningly, not that she was complaining at the lack of the annoying ginger. They never quite saw eye to eye, Daya was always ready to bite back when provoked and the ginger loved to rile her up as she got reactions out of her incredibly easily.

Bosco wondered if they’d ever get along, especially if they kept spending time with Daya. Eventually, they’d work out their issues, or most likely she’d have to force them to get along.

“No, she went to spend the night with her new girlfriend, I don’t even want to think about the noise she’s going to cause coming in to get her stuff tomorrow.”

“She just left you alone while you were like this?” Daya’s eyebrows furrowed, a cold glint in her eyes that startled Bosco.

“I told her it was fine, I didn’t want to be a burden.” They shrugged, she took that as enough and didn’t pry more, instead starting to smirk at something.

“What?” Bosco knew that look, something she’d thought of was amusing to her but they doubted it would communicate very well.

“You’re not a burden, you’re Bosco.” Daya giggled at her joke, pouting as Bosco just rolled their eyes.

They leaned back, pulling Daya to lay down next to her as she curled up next to them, the exhaustion from all the crying and the emotions finally starting to weigh down on her. Her hands instinctively moved to their hair, gently stroking it as they let out a pleased sigh, melting into her arms and letting her eyes fall shut.

Daya felt Bosco doze off, fully relaxing in her arms, listening as her breathing evened out. The world felt like so much to deal with sometimes but they found safety in her arms. Daya couldn’t help but worry slightly, if this would happen again or get worse but looking at the black-haired girl calmly asleep nestled up against her was enough to reassure her that Bosco would be okay if she stayed by her side.

#rpdr fanfiction #dayasco #daya betty #bosco #bimbo daya au

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afuntimepartyy · 2 years

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Alright so first off, I’m going to get this out of the way before going on a ramble thing for silver about personal headcanons- as its trans related headcanons and something i should say before getting into my own lol Silver the hedgehog, honestly as long as I’ve seen them has always *seemed* trans to me- canonly or not silver just seems like that one character that would be trans or at the very least gender non-conforming! Maybe it’s the personal connections playing into favoritism here as being trans myself however- Silver was born in a mostly dead future, as far as we known there’s no actual society of humanity left standing except the few survivors through the future ending events that led up to whatever kind of future silver originates from. A lot of gender related things are more so heavily ingrained in our society, male and female and so on- that’s likely. not really there. even if there was more humanity there than we ever see- why would that be what they’re worried about when fighting for their lives? The idea of gender is likely not that relevant to silver, it just feels right y’know? they grew up in a place where that just basically wasn’t a worry. coming to sonics present time, depending on how you view silver (because that’s the best part about fanbases! is different approaches to the same character and their identity!) they could have multiple reactions to that world around them! they could figure out actually, I do like this or I don’t like this- or this explains a lot and I didn’t know that was what gender dysphoria was! its limitless in that retrospect. Nonbinary silver, transmasc and transfem silver, the list goes on as tha’ts not all there is! At the VERY least despite there not being coding or anything in canon referencing to silver being trans or gender non-conforming it just feels right, in a way. Anyways! that little ramble aside! let’s get into personal headcanons for silver! in honor of her birthday, and also trans awareness week it felt like since I couldn’t push out art like I planned, I’d do this instead!

Silver headcanons revolving around her trans identity and how her emotions revolve around those feelings!

-Silver is a trans girl! using she/her but they/them aren’t a big deal to her! -Silver still isn’t afraid to be flexible in her gender identity either, androgynous, masculine all of the above! it doesn’t matter to her in the end because it didn’t matter when she came to the present! -”passing” is also not something that worries her, as long as shes happy with who she is and how shes expressing herself there its good enough. Once again, why would she worry about what silly gender norms may be around, where she grew up it didn’t even matter- though she is at least glad how being in the present helped her find a version of herself she was happiest with -Silver doesn’t have any major dysphoria relating to her gender identity- this is all purely because “it feels better, and it feels right to who I am.” and that is completely valid. Sometimes things just feel better, and it makes you feel more... you. Which is very important to this version of silver especially when relating to other headcanons/au’s of mine -(more detail on the previous statement) To put it lightly, silver struggles to find herself different from previous versions of herself. being aware of them through some ‘cycle’ or loop of sorts. Is she really her? or is she just another version of them? Her personal found comfort in her gender and pronouns helps a bit in that regard- she’s herself. she’s her. She’s silver! she may have a job to do, like all the others- and in some aspects are the same in personality and motives as past versions- but she’s still herself. it provides some comfort in it all. -It takes a bit to come to the realization of what she feels suits best, Afterall it’s a new feeling and an unexpected solution to an internal problem! but she does talk it out with people- even if in confused questioning that can sometimes be out of nowhere All in all, her gender revolves around making herself feel more like... her! what makes her happiest when shes around others and isnt afraid to be flexible with it! genders weird and she thinks confining stuff to masculine or feminine can be a bit much at times- she wants to be a girl and be free to do what she wants with it! shes defining herself as a person and saving the future as we know it.

#HIIIIIIIII #trans silver rules and you gotta listen to my rambling about this #also happy birthday silver the hedgehog!!!!#also trans awareness week!!!#yeah!!!#a bit long and no art but i hope its okay #sth #silver the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #typing #headcanon/au #headcanon #sonic headcanons

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refinedstorage · 2 years

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Just a little personal rundown I shared with a moot a while back, if you're looking to get into the Yakuza franchise but don't know where to start bc it's a bit overwhelming in terms of chronology and remasters/spin offs

Disclaimer so many gamers so many opinions etc etc but here's my personal take:

Tldr; start with Yakuza 0 or Judge Eyes/Judgment 1 Japanese dub

Also if you go in expecting a progressive romp don't be surprised if a game series about the literal patriarchy hits you with the literal patriarchy

The series peaked with Y0, it doesn't get better from there so that's the best entry point in my book you need to experience that ending and realize Majima is nothing like what fandom makes him out to be

I could gush on about the tight combat and cool retro vibes but this is peak Yakuza and if you want to experience the series at its best start here

Kiwami 1 and 2 are mostly why mainstream fandom is The Way It Is, I don't recommend starting with those, they're at the bottom of my personal list even tho they feature neat characters (also K2 Majima Saga will emphasize the discrepancy between early games comedic foil Majima and later games Majima)

Y1/2 would make for the more authentic experience I guess, I think the PS2 era retro vibes are extra 👌✨

Y3 is a bad entry point because it's the jankiest and oldest of the bunch and it revolves heavily around Kiryu in the close proximity of children which is a total crime but it does have the absolute Character of All Time so there's that

Y4 is the dryest but I say that affectionately and while the plot gets flak for demanding some serious suspension of disbelief it has amazing character moments and personal faves. Overall a weird in the middle kinda affair technically and in terms of presentation, also quite janky still, but has amazing character moments

Y5 is in my top 3 it's just too much fun but it's quite a bite due to its scale and can be an overwhelming first. Would pay money for a skip Saejima's chapter mod.

You think you don't like J-pop shenanigans you have not played Haruka's chapters. Also Shinada ❤️

Y6 is the last (allegedly, at the time) in the lead character's saga (who is not a Nice Man btw, don't let fandom fool you) so that's a bad entry point too because none of the references will make sense or have full impact, plus it just lacks the series' previous thunder

It just felt superfluous to me, idk I just went through it feeling totally apathetic but that was mostly because the faves had less than 5 minutes of cumulative screentime and the antagonist were not that interesting and the rest is just Kiryu being irresponsible and boneheaded. Someya coulda been So Neat but ended up a being a total nothingburger. Technically a solid game tho.

Y7 I just can't get through I keep rage quitting I can't think of a single nice thing to say about it at this point but your mileage may vary if you like turn based RPGs and if the main characters and story click for you. I just don't vibe with this title and cast and tone at all 🤷‍♀️

Yakuza Ishin is great, beautiful combat, and Hanpeita the main attraction I'm so sad they'll replace the actor and fiddle with the combat system for the upcoming re release. Also not the AU you'd expect it to be, just a stand alone story with recognizable faces & voices. I really thought they'd put more relevance towards the character's AU counterparts but there's not 🤷‍♀️

killer OST tho, great fun all together

Judgment 1/Judge Eyes is great fun and you get some of the best instances of Kamurocho. It also paints the most realistic version of the underworld right up until when the plot takes a deep dive into silly territory. Some pacing issues too. I had high hopes for this spin off series coming out of J1 but then J2/Lost Judgment happened and it's just atrocious with some neat moments and characters scattered throughout. Still I think you'd get more out of J1 if you were familiar with the mainline series first 🤔

J2 I can't recommend, the combat is great fun but they reduced Yagami to ridiculous levels of all round video game swanky man and the story/pacing is horrid and ppl call it grounded and gritty but in terms of tone and chummy vibes I consider it the josh whedonification of yakuza ~~and I'm not even taking about the completely mismatched English dubs~~

so yeah just my personal recs based on my Yakuza journey! With a series this broad and long running different entries will cater to different tastes but honestly you can't go wrong with Y0 and J1

#half rec list half vent post i guess 🤭#txt #yakuza #*yakuza

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A very (un)comprehensive review of Thanks To Them:

You foolish fools, you thought we’d never return. But here’s the (non) long awaited sequel reaction of the TOH finale because it was way more popular than I thought lmao.

I, uh, initially planned to include OFF quotes in each review post to collaborate with themes we got from each episode but I lost my quote list so we’re not doing that anymore. I’ll make a quote post for Belos someday though, promise.

Also we have no concept of time or order so if the reactions aren’t in the correct sequence of events oh well.

Lomes: Belos better go to Turballos this episode.

Jorah: Is that your qualification for TOH at this point?

Sunniva: When are you forcing us to do a OPM MA reaction post?

*I slammed my hand on my desk to try to look cool but I just made it red instead.*

Me: Foolish fools, you underestimate our purpose here.

Lomes: You’re playing around too much AA, you’ll become liberal at this rate.

Sunniva: Not the worst verbal phrase fae has chosen to mimic. Besides, I’m surprised your interest in TOH has lasted this long.

Jorah: Stuff never dies with chir. Like with Minecraft Story Mode.

Me: Foolish fools, I want some attention so we’re doing more dumb online stuff.

Jorah: Now I’m included! :D

Me: Behave.

Jorah: Say that to Lomes!

Lomes: Yeah, say that to me.

…

Sunniva: [ Noelle], your hands are all red now. Stop hurting yourself please

Lomes: Bang your head on the desk pussy.

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Jorah: Why is everyone else forgetting Lilith was there during the whole Philip-finds-the-Collector-scene?

Lomes: Yeah, it’s mostly her fault. Fuck your mother Lilith AUs.

Sunniva: Okay, that’s a bit harsh.

Me: Does Hunter even know Caleb was Philip’s brother? He only called Caleb ‘ a witch hunter’.

Lomes: You should know, you’re the one who’s following the show.

Sunniva: You know they struggle to comprehend stuff.

Me: Yeah, all I do is struggle.

Jorah: They have memory problems Lomes >:0

Me: Yeah I have sooo many problems.

Lomes: I’m going to channel Technoblade to kick your ass.

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Lomes: All the Lunter fans cried at this episode lmao.

Jorah: I’m crying cause Luz’s dad is ugly >:(

Sunniva: YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT HE’S DEAD AND THIS IS THE FIRST PROPER LOOK WE GOT OF HIM-

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Lomes: This is powerpoint presentation levels of quality.

Jorah: Isn’t western animation a beautiful thing?

Me, watching Amity fall: ♪ Story of my life♪

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Jorah: There’s finally Spanish! And it’s actually subtitled :D!!

Lomes: What’s with all the sound effects though?

Sunniva: What’s with all the photos Willow has of her friends dating?

Me: “ Friends”.

Lomes: Imagine us having those.

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Lomes: Ugh, they’re pushing the Willow x Hunter ship sooo hardd.

Me: Ugh, shipping.

Jorah: Unless it’s funny.

Me: Unless it’s funny.

Sunniva: Uh, Wally Darling x Gregg x Angus.

Me: See, that’s just good.

Lomes: Okay,what’s ‘funny’ to you, silly goose, cause-

Jorah: I shipped Mae x Gregg x Angus…

Lomes: EXCUSE ME-

*Then they got into a fight about shipping I honestly did not care about and did not even attempt to record it.*

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Jorah: Imagine if Luz had to cover the Wittebros’s tale in her history class lmao.

Lomes: Imagine if the TOH crew covered the Wittebros’s story in canon.

Sunniva: Can you guys try to be optimistic?

Lomes: You will not suppress-

Me: This is why we can’t do anything-

Jorah: Meow~^•ﻌ•^ฅ

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Lomes: HUNTER FLAPJACK IS JUST A BIRD CALM DOWN!!

Sunniva: He’s been on Twitter too long. ( Said the Twitter user).

Jorah: Palismen rights!!!

Me: Palestinian rights?

Jorah: That too! :)

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Me: Just realized Belos was probably in the house during the breakdown scene. Very awkward.

Jorah: What do you think he was doing offscreen all that time? Besides getting a sugar daddy.

Me: Abolishing the system and adding the rich’s corpses amongst its remains.

Lomes: Considering nerfing the human realm and honestly I couldn’t blame him.

Sunniva: Escaping from your purpose is impossible.

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Jorah: Ok OK, I know Caleb is literally Connecticut Clark but it’d be funny if Belos fell for an opposite equivalent to himself as well in the Human Realm, who cares what species-

Me: The guy working in the gas station, slouched over the cooler with an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

Lomes: Ah, gas station people, my favorite species.

Jorah: Have you been to Circle K?

Me: Their food is good.

Lomes: You got sick from their spicy chicken since you were doomed to be a basic white bitch even with your, admittedly split, heritage.

Sunniva: Didn’t you ship Wilbur Soot and Belos [Noelle]?

Me:Oh yeah, I thought it’d be funny that when learning topical stuff, Belos got hyperfixated on the DSMP and ended up actually believing the roleplay was real, that Wilbur had been involved with some weird magic and managed to escape back to his home in the human realm; Utah. He believes the videos were either exact records of Wilbur’s escapades or simple reenactments of it. Cue humiliation and confusion when Belos tries to contact Wilbur. Or by coincidence the duo met at a Lovejoy concert idk.

Lomes: Either way Belos buys and wears DSMP merch.

Me: Definitely.

( Somebody draw this).

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Jorah: ♪ Enby, enby.~♪

Sunniva: I love Masha’s fit.

Lomes: [ Noelle], it’s you straight up!

Me: I wish there was a Casa Batlló look to the museum… *******************************************************************

Lomes: Our favorite occultist Nathan Fielder

Me, hitting the desk again: Stop.

Sunniva: I thought his name was Nathan too.

Jorah: Who fed you that lie? It had to come from someone!

Sunniva: More importantly, he looks like the MOTHERFUCKER WHO STOLE THE FUCKING YOUTUBE TO MP3 CONVERTER OFF MY CAR-

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Jorah: Glad that guy was dealt with. Just imagine the fucking government. *＾ワ ^*

Me: Conspiracy theorist or not, it’d make sense to both be freaked out by and be curious of a supernatural creature. His reactions are some of the tamer ones honestly.

Sunniva: Think he’s related to the witch hunter Hopkins?

Lomes: If so, no wonder he’s cray cray. People would make his life a living hell for the shit his ancestor’s did.

Jorah: All Nathan does is take Ls.

Sunniva: He’s definitely the punching bag of the writers.

Lomes: One guy criticized Dana’s writing too many times.

Me: Dana watched one too many TOH critical Youtube videos. But honestly, he seems like a waste of character space and writing.

Lomes: Not all characters need to be deep or important.

Me: With what little time they have yeah.

Sunniva: It may be funny to laugh at him and feel smug over not being in the same boat but we can easily fall for the same tricks.

Lomes: They did deal with the antivaxer better. It’d be cool if he was the museum caretaker.

Jorah: History coven duo!

Lomes: Belos x Nathan, the hate sink ship.

Me: No.

Sunniva: Belos and his curse x The Nathan Fielder-

Me: STOP-

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Me: Ah, Masha said the line the TOH fandom takes too seriously.

Jorah: I’m more focused on Willow’s costume, like yikes. ಠ-ಠ

Lomes: God, could they make it anymore obvious-

Me: ♪He was a boy.♪

Jorah: ♪She was a girl.♪

Lomes: ♪That song was misogynistic and homophobic.♪ Anyway, with all that laughing and ominous music-

Sunniva: I’m still trying to figure out how the museum had the budget for that hayride, it was some Disney BS-

*Group groan* Disney

Lomes: Fuck the mouse.

Me: No thank you.

Lomes: Not literally.

Jorah: Eat the mouse. Literal.

Sunniva: What do mice taste like?

Lomes: Chicken.

Sunniva: Why chicken?

Lomes: Every non traditional meat tastes like chicken.

Jorah: Do you think Flapjack tastes like chicken?

Me: I’m hitting the desk again.

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Me: Why do you think there is still magic in the lake?

Jorah: There is a Titan fetus in the lake water.

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Lomes: He said it so fruity. Oh no~

Jorah: I like the maniacal laugh. ˙ྌ˙

Sunniva: Luz’s mom must have no idea what's going on. “ Wow Hunter, your costume is actually cool now.”

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Jorah: They killed Hunter’s support animal and only friend by having them flap uselessly in front of Belos, not even trying to fight, even though she was initially hiding behind the grave. >:(

Sunniva: The creators needed the angst.

Me: No, see, Hunter hadn’t gone through enough pain, there’s a fucking quota that needs be met per a certain time frame. How else are people supposed to know that white people can feel pain?

Lomes: White people suffered a lot through history, you know. That’s why the show spent so much time on Hunter and Amity over characters like Willow and Gus.

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Jorah: He’s not even screaming in anger over losing the Titan blood for the portal, he just needs something to the Halloween party or else he’s gonna lose support from his sugar daddy.

Lomes: “ No, Hunter! How am I gonna keep the bitches now? Everyone’s going to leave again.”

Sunniva: Okay, one of them tried to take the other down with them to water. Did Belos forget he can’t swim?

Me: My short, clumsy, memory loss having ass always going in the deep end while barely remembering how to swim.

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Me: Luz and Amity need to break up at this point.

Lomes: You’re saying that cause you’re aro-ace spec.

Me: They’re just toxic, Luz never shares her thoughts or emotions-

Sunniva: People would flip out and call TOH homophobic and that they gave in to the pressure of Disney.

Me: Have Luz get with another female character then, like Willow.

Lomes: That’s what it’s been about all along-

Jorah: I’ve always hc’d Luz as transmasc.

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Lomes: That was pointless.

Me: So was this post.

Jorah: Check out Pigeon Pit and Crocodile Scissor Cut!

Lomes: Don't check any other work Noelle did. Let this be the last interaction you have with them.

Sunniva: How many more of these do we have to do?

Me: Uh, just TOH wise, three.

Another group groan!

#toh #toh review #noelle #and co!#toh critical #dark humour #dark humor #covered in autism #all my posts are shitposts

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Any HCs on modern AU Achilles dressed and going out as Pyrrha? Do you think it also serves as a kind of kink for Patroclus? I'd love to hear your thoughts on this.

Modern AU Pyrrha genderplay…

I have a lot more Iliad/TSoA HCs on this BUT

They are both into genderplay and, yes, it all ties back to Pyrrha.

Achilles is very beautiful and has great hair. His friends, they’re all women, do a lot of shopping, salon, and spa trips. (A lot of people HC Achilles as being friends with the Iliad cast. I don’t. The only people he actually “hung out” with were the handmaidens). He’s not the Gay FriendTM. He participates in their “feminine” activities because why the fuck can’t he (as a typical brat/white male, he doesn’t like the word ‘no’). Aside from regular facials and pedicures, he’ll get makeup done and updo’s and whatnot. Because of his striking looks, pics of him will often be featured on salon IGs. He thinks these beauty treatments make him even more enticing. Pat could not agree more.

((Not really my personal HC, but I think Pyrrha came about in college. There was some sort of Greek rush, local charity event, or “fun gay bar” night out where he ended up dressing in drag. He looked good and enjoyed it. I can also see him dressing up as Paris Hilton for one Halloween as he used her catch phrase, “that’s hot,” ironically and so was dubbed Pyrrha (fire – hot).))

Achilles’ default attire and presentation is Jock masculine, usually with a slutty edge. Some days he includes more feminine pieces (usually accessories like earrings) and a touch of makeup here and there.

Achilles has a fantastic ass, and he knows it. He likes to wear lingerie to show it off. For play, he’ll also wear stockings and/or high heels. This is more of a treat for Pat’s foot fetish. Neither the lingerie nor the high heels are really Pyrrha related. It’s partially part of their genderplay, but mostly just Achilles being his usual GNC-self.

Pyrrha’s cue is really the makeup. If Achilles is wearing makeup, then he’s either getting into Pyrrha headspace or is already there. Makeup does include perfume. He has several fragrances for Pyrrha. (Pat of course finds the scents sensual.) Achilles always uses a falsetto with Pyrrha.

((Not really my personal HC, but I think Pat would be introduced to Pyrrha either on a day when Achilles felt in the mood to wear makeup or a drag/Halloween thing with the girls. It started off, in Pat’s mind, as a silly roleplay gag, but then he found himself to be super turned on, and he got the best bj in his life. Bcs honestly, there is nothing better than glossy red lips wrapped around your cock though ruined makeup on a wrecked face from fucking the life out of her is a close second. And that’s how Pat really got into Pyrrha.))

If it’s a night in, then Pyrrha has her makeup on and maybe some lingerie.

If it’s a night out, Pyrrha will probably wear something more “feminine.” This might be a bodysuit with daring cuts, leggings, heels, or skirts. It varies from a somewhat femme look to full-on drag. Pat is a big fan of skits because it provides easier access 😉 It really all depends on whether they're going to a club or to a nice restaurant.

Pyrrha loves to go out. She loves getting very handsy with Pat and practically hangs off his arm. She loves to work him up and tempt him to put a hand up her skirt or grab her ass. She loves being admired it's one of the reasons she likes to be Phyrrha bcs feminine clothes are so much more revealing and complimentary. She likes to tease the audience. She enjoys the lustful gazes, especially from hypocrites who are transphobic. But she also loves to show off that Pat's her husband. Sorry ladies, he's off the market. Going out is also another way for her to brag and mark her territory.

Pat will address her as Pyrrha and use she/her pronouns. Wife/girlfriend/babygirl will also be heavily used (and good girl, of course 😈). Dirty talk will feature a lot of “pussy” (it’s your pussy, your pussy feels so good, your pussy tastes so good, want me to fill up your pussy, are you wet for me, you like my pussy, this pussy is yours, come in my pussy). It gets them both hot.

Pyrrha is also something of a roleplay persona. Sometimes on date nights they will meet separately at a bar and pretend to be either strangers or meeting for a blind date. It took Pat a bit to work on his improv for this (and in general, it took a while for him to master his dirty talk and flirting technique). The second timed they roleplayed strangers-at-a-bar, a random woman cornered Pyrrha in the hallway to the bathrooms to see if she was okay and if she needed help getting away from “that creep.” Pyrrha thought it was hilarious. Pat, not so much. Besides embarrassing, it made him more self-aware of their behavior when they did their ‘play’ outside the bedroom. Needless to say, Pat has been someone more cautious since.

Pat doesn’t directly ask for Pyrrha or to do some genderplay. On salon days he might ask if he’ll be seeing her later. Achilles usually teases back with a “maybe.” Every so often Pat will see a sexy feminine outfit and picture Pyrrha in it (if it’s in a store sometimes he’ll even buy it). When he gets home he might whisper “I’ve been thinking about your pussy all day” or “I can’t stop thinking about your wet cunt wrapped around my cock.” It usually does the trick.

A favorite roleplay/fantasy of Pat’s is boss/secretary. For a short period of time Pat had a job where the department he was in had a sort of secretary/administrative assistant who was young, pretty, and, most significantly, blond. He often would lock himself in his office and jerk off thinking about Pyrrha being his secretary and how he’d bend her over his desk or make her suck him off while he sat in his office chair. He eventually shared this, and Pyrrha was more than pleased to try it out at home. Once, she even showed up at work to bring him his “lunch” he “forgot” at home. His bj fantasy was certainly fulfilled that day 😉

When they’re out on a real date, Pyrrha will be referred to as “my wife,” but they don’t typically do husband/wife roleplay scenes. Once they did a 1950’s housewife scene (think Mad Men) with a cocktail dress and lots of sexism. It went really well right up to when the breeding kink popped up and suddenly the dirty talk was about getting Pyrrha pregnant. At first she was ready to come just at the thought of being bred, but once she realized that she can’t actually get pregnant she burst into tears. It was a really bad scene. It took several days and a lot of talking to get through it. Poor Pyrrha.

That's all I got for now.

#ask #achilles hcs #pyrrha hcs #patrochilles hcs

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