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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warning: talks of blood/bleeding, because periods, mention of drugs, and ugh sometimes nsfw but not in a sexual way ... just in a ... honest way? like if someone peered over your shoulder and read this they would b kinda confused I guess, idk

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𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤

・Doesn’t know a lot about periods, but doesn’t have a single problem picking up tampons/pads for you

・messages you while he’s at the store:

“what size r u” “how many packs? will one do? wait how long do u bleed 4?”

・if someone gives him a weird look he smirks and says “what? you don’t help your girlfriend? prick.”

・Sorts out dinner every night and makes sure you aren’t doing the cleaning around the house

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞

・”I don’t think I can get you any chocolate, but I will not stop until I find it”

・Asks Raven what he should do, and she replies: “just ask her? talk to her?”

・He’s embarrassed, not because he’s disgusted or anything. But because he doesn’t know what to do or how to handle the situation

・Trades some of his things for treats

・When he brought everything back, you cried because it was such a lovely gesture. And he panicked because he thought he did something wrong

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

・Gets ALL the snacks

・Chocolate, lollies, chips, your favourite soda or coffee/tea

・ “I hate that you’re in so much pain”

・Offers you drugs if your cramps get really bad

・Constantly trying to hug you

・ “Lay down I’m going to massage you”

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞

・He’s not so efficient that he tracks your period, but he does notice when your mood and demeanour changes

・Without being asked, he’ll go to the store and pick up your favourite things

・Endless hot-water bottles

・Gives you his most comfiest jumper, or his favourite blanket

・Doesn’t like that you’re experiencing so much discomfort

・Always puts extra pillows around you

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

・There’s a drawer in your place that has a collection of period-related things. Found during runs, Daryl has found pads, tampons, and unopened old lady sweets (it’s the best he could find, and those things last for years)

・the first interaction with your period, Daryl was so awkward. He had no idea what to do, or the right thing to say. He couldn’t run out and grab you some chocolate from the store

・Lets you vent and rant, to get all the aggression out

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐞

・Makes sure you have enough rags; tears up some of his clothes if you’re running low

・Will wash them and hang them up to dry so you don’t have to do it

・Does the chores so you don’t have to move as much

・But he does all this silently, because he doesn’t want to talk to you during this time ... he’s a lil scared of you tbh

𝐉𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫

・Is absolutely comfortable with periods. He was married before, so this isn’t his first rodeo

・Made the mistake of arguing with you while you were at the height of your ... blood-letting? bleeding time? It was the peak when the blood felt like it was gushing out of you, you had a headache and the cramps were excruciating

・Now he shuts the f up and agrees with everything you have to say, or someones he just nods and smiles

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫

・He grew up surrounded by women, so he’s washed blood from rags and gotten herbs to help with the pain

・Even before your period, Arthur had already gotten a collection of items that would help you

・He didn’t want you to have to get them yourself, and since he’s King, he knew he might not have the time to get it himself

・So the best thing was for you to always have those items stocked

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠

・Epitome of perfect

・ “My love, are you hungry? Thirsty? I’m sure I can find some sweets-”

・Will rub your stomach and leave his hand there (because a. it’s big and b. it’s warm)

・Nothing disgusts him so he doesn’t cringe or feel gross about your period

・The first time you bled on the sheets, he told you it was okay, have a bath / or clean up, and relax. He had changed the sheets and made the bed.

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢

・ ”At least you’re not pregnant?”

“aT lEaSt yOu’Re NoT - I think I might kill you, Loki.”

・Brings you hot water bottles and enchants your cup so it never empties

・Tries not to ask you too many questions because he knows how irritable it makes you

・He uses his magic a lot more during these times of the month, either by trying to ease your pain, to distract and/or entertain you

𝐀𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬

・You think he’s oblivious but he’s just trying to keep the peace

・The first time he asked if it was your time of the month... was the last time he did so.

・Makes you endless cups of tea

・Helps you get dressed/undressed

・Unties your shoes and takes them off at the end of the day. He’ll sit on the couch with you, moving your legs so that your feet are on his lap. He’ll rub your feet until you tell him to stop

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝

・Gets cranky at how expensive tampons and pads are because “ye didn’t choose to bleed, did ye”

・Imagine a big bad bikie walking into the grocery store to pick up some pads

・He does it without thinking twice

・And grabs a few treats for you as a surprise

・Is extra sensitive with you during this time

𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

・”I’m on my period”

“Yes, I know, I’ve been tracking them”

・Thinks he knows what goes on during a women’s monthly, but when you tell him, he doesn’t fully believe you

・Speaks to you in High Valyrian, for some reason it calms you down

・Brushes your hair and makes an extra hot bath for you

・Asks you questions about what it feels like, what is the pain most similar to etc.

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laney-rockin · 7 months

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HC that Kirk is a great cook/baker but never really gets to showcase that skill cause his quarters [unlike Pike's] doesn't have a massive fucking kitchen he can play around in.

But the thing that draws him the most is old rationing recipes from the great depression. This man was on Tarsus where he nearly died from starvation, ofc he'd be super good at cooking with barely anything.

He also [imo] would also be super good at picking up clues as to if a plant is edible or not and likes to play that game in his head as he looks around planets as Spock goes around doing whatever he does with his tricorder.

And Spock and Bones don't know shit about these skills of his until they're all stranded somewhere and Kirk just cooks nonchalantly and the other two just look either [in Bones' case] bewildered and [in Spock's case] mildly baffled that their captain can just make 3 reasonably sized portions out of NOTHING.

#star trek #jim kirk #spock #star trek tos #tos star trek #tos kirk #bones mccoy #star trek headcanon #star trek the original series #james t kirk #james tiberius kirk #his time on tarsus led him down the whole 'learn to cook with what you got' mentality and he's kept at it for YEARS #which is sad- but at least he has a life skill #gotta look on the bright side amiright?#spock and bones probably have an idea he can cook but don't think he can cook with like 4 ingredients and a prayer #anyways! kirk is cool. he can cook. tarsus fucked up his perception of cooking and food.

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residentrookie · 11 months

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hc where regulus has zero idea how to cook after living his whole life with private chefs cooking for him, so when he finally leaves his family he starts surviving solely off of kraft mac and cheese and LOVING IT. when james finds out, he’s seriously alarmed but doesn’t want to rob regulus of his new favorite meal so he starts offering to make it for him but blends vegetables into the cheese so regulus is getting some form of nutrients in his diet.

many years later when regulus discovers this betrayal, blood is nearly drawn.

#i can just see regulus so proudly showing james his cooking skills #and james is just like you eat this…. for every meal? like all of them?#i had a dream about this actually #and my first thought was omg i gotta post this shit #this is giving ben and leslie from parks and rec and im obsessed #jegulus #jegulus headcanon #jegulus hc #james and regulus #marauders #modern marauders #marauders hc #regulus black #james potter #reg hc

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heronchildlove · 9 months

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During his year travelling, Matthew gets back the taste for baking he used to have as a child, before the scones incident. When he comes back he is eager to show the others what he has learned and is constantly baking things for his friends, from cookies to birthday cakes.

James enjoys looking for recipes for Matthew to try, and helping around mixing batter and "taste testing" all the goods, as well as doing the very important job of licking the bowls clean.

(He doesn't say it, but he is also very glad that now a sign of Matthew being stressed is him finding a dozen of baked goods in the kitchen, instead of him disappearing to drink somewhere.)

#matthew helping the cook make breakfast and bake as a child is so important to me I want him to have it back #it's a nice step for his healing I think #matthew fairchild #james herondale #heronchild #tlh #the last hours #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #headcanon #original

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oxydiane · 2 years

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regulus: james and i make a competition out of everything, it doesn’t matter what it is, we are competing over it. harry starts kindergarten tomorrow so naturally we are gonna compete over who can make the best lunches for him

remus: is this why you called us here at four in the morning begging for help at baking bread?

regulus: you’re the only ones i can trust! most of my other friends are pure-bloods and i wouldn’t put any of them behind a stove!

lily: this dough sucks. did you even weight any of the ingredients?

regulus: weight them???

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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The kids all feel guilty when they get Spider back, they feel like they have to make up for leaving him. I don’t think Spider thinks that at all. He doesn’t blame them because Spider understands how little control you have as a kid better than anyone.

The rebuilding of their relationships is easy, simple. Sliding back into routine, old and new, and reaffirming bonds that have always been there. There are some bumps, where Spider feels like he’s missed so much and his friends world is too different now, and they feel like Spider has been through so much he’s an entirely new person with new triggers and new idiosyncrasies to learn.

It’s especially frustrating for Kiri and Spider, who felt they knew each other inside and out and never imagined that would change. But they talk and they spend time in the water and on the beach being with Eywa like they would before, and they just relearn each other again.

Lo’ak, who has always seen Spider as just Spider and would wrestle with him and mess with him like any other Na'vi, can’t help but treat him as fragile. Spider comes back different, bruised and a little haunted. He comes back looking as delicate as everyone always said he was. Lo’ak has just lost a brother and Spider’s humanness is now so evident to him it’s painful. Spider really doesn’t like this, it’s a reminder of his fragility here and of his difference, and it takes a while for them to get past it.

Tuk took Spider for granted for her whole life, and she never considered her parents indifference to him to mean he would not be there at some point. This is now a painful reality to her, so she sticks to him like glue for weeks until the kids can convince her he’s not going anywhere. Still, one time he goes somewhere she didn’t know he was going and she flips out on Jake and Neytiri, demanding to know where they sent him. Spider doesn’t understand Lo’ak and Kiri’s newfound anger at their mother. He understands why she did what she did. He would die for Kiri gladly. This explanation doesn’t make the two happy, but he thinks Neteyam would understand even if it makes him sad. For Lo’ak and Kiri, ignoring their mothers hatred of Spider is almost survival instinct. It’s intrinsic, innate. Accepting it, seeing it, is to accept that she really must hate this human part of them in some small way. And, really, that Jake ignoring it must mean he hates that part of them, of himself, and of Spider too. Now it is all right in their faces, impossible to really ignore.

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qtkat · 5 days

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𓆸͙ MASTERLIST…𓆝

✩ welcome to my masterlist! please note that not all works are necessary my level of writing anymore and might be worse than others i put out more recently

✩ please enjoy! reblogs, likes and comments much appreciated!

✩ do not claim my work as your own or re-post it anywhere without my consent

✩ SKINS UK ✩

✩ more than god loves them — james cook x reader series masterlist

✩ SOUTH PARK ✩

✩ being best friends with the main four would include..

✩ being eric cartman’s babysitter would include…

REQUESTS = OPEN

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marleneismydopamine · 11 months

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Marauders cooking headcanons

James - FANTASTIC cook and baker. effie and monty taught him how to cook and bake at a young age so it’s a pretty nostalgic thing for him. one of the only things that can get him to be completely focused and block everything else out. Weirdly a control freak when cooking, no one can touch anything because they are doing it wrong. Loves cooking south asian dishes the most but can cook anything really

Sirius - hates cooking on his own. Finds it really boring to just be making something only out of hunger or because she has to eat. BUT really enjoys cooking or baking with people she cares about. They like making something in a social setting where it’s not necessarily about the food but about the experience and how he’s spending time with others. It also gives them a reason to make it taste good because it’s not just for her so she actually tries to be good at it. And sometimes their food tastes really good (emphasis on sometimes)

Remus - can make microwave porridge and ramen. That’s it. He lives off that stuff because he can’t cook for shit. He’s the type of person who would burn water (but he does make the best drinks).

Peter - pretty good at cooking but baking and sweet things is where he SHINES. Has professional equipment and likes to make really complex desserts like macarons (I tried to make them once, they are ridiculously hard). Loves to teach his friends how to bake things because it’s fun and it makes Peter feel helpful and good at something. He is the person who makes the birthday cakes for everyone and pride cakes whenever anyone comes out. Is so good he could actually pursue it as a career and be very successful.

Lily - a “must follow the recipe exactly” kind of cook. The food she makes is amazing and she usually likes to make A LOT of it. making and giving food to her friends is one of her love languages. But if she can’t find an ingredient for a meal, then she just won’t make it. There is no such thing as substitutions in her mind. and if something isn’t going right then she will start over. her perfectionism can be exhausting so sometimes if she’s not in the mood for making a perfect meal then she’ll just make toast. Either she will give her cooking her all or she just won’t try.

Mary - very talented cook and baker. her grandmother and mum taught her how to cook and now she can make the tastiest meals without even trying. It just comes naturally to her. *tastes something she’s making* “oh i know what it’s missing”. Thought that this is how everyone cooks until she made food with people outside of her family. doesn’t use a recipe but her food always comes out perfect. She could literally spend 30 minutes on something and it will be in the top 10 meals you’ve had in your life. Enjoys cooking with her friends so much, she loves sharing things that make her happy with the people she cares about (even if they kinda ruin her food). Loves to add a lot of chilli to her food but has to turn it down when she’s cooking for others because she has the highest spice tolerance of them all.

Marlene - also the type of person who would burn water. Has definitely sent people to the hospital from her cooking before. legally not allowed to enter a kitchen.

Regulus - Has like 10 recipes that he rotates between. He only cooks them but it’s fine because they’re really tasty. Mostly makes European dishes (especially French). absolutely despises when people try to cook with him. Cooking and the routine relaxes him so when people try to disturb him and then have the audacity to make his meal wrong, he will get frustrated. the type of person who makes his own bread and pasta. Bakes non sweet desserts, like croissants and herb ice cream yk

Pandora - thinks she can cook how she makes potions: by using her natural talent. This can create some incredible and unique dishes (that she cannot recreate) or it can lead to one of the most disgusting things you have ever eaten. There is no in between. Following a recipe? Not allowed in her kitchen. There’s a lot of experimentation in her cooking and baking and she really just follows her instincts.

Dorcas - amazing cook, terrible baker. loves to watch baking and cooking shows and imagines herself in their shoes and what dish she would cook. one of those chefs that can have NOTHING in their fridge but is still able to make something delicious. hosts dinners for their friends but doesn’t let anyone cook with her (yes. Another control freak when it comes to cooking). she loves to cook traditional food from zimbabwe (where i headcanon she’s from) for their friends because she loves to teach others about their culture. One of her biggest frustrations is how they can’t bake at all. It always turns out wrong even if she followed a recipe exactly.

#i don’t know where this came from but now i really want to cook/ eat something #marauders #marauders headcanons #the valkyries #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #lily evans #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #regulus black #pandora rosier #pandora lovegood #dorcas meadowes

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idk-bruh-20 · 2 years

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Irondad fic ideas #33

Fuck Endgame. Tony gets to have peace in his time. He gets to go home. Being dead is NOT the only way for a person like him, who has been hurt so much and given so much, to rest.

Instead, rest for Tony looks like this:

He spends time with his family. Cooking with Pepper. Tea parties with Morgan and lab days with Peter. Car rides with Happy and talking with Rhodey and going to cooking classes with May.

The earth is safe enough. He has given enough and now it's other heroes' turn to keep it that way. He gets to be at peace.

This fic idea was submitted by @creative-girl !

(Edit: accidentally left out the angst part of the idea: see #33 mark 2)

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southerndragontamer · 7 months

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Egotober Day 14: Time

Time was a curious thing, James decided as he looked at his pocket-watch and watched the seconds tick by. It was always moving forwards, but could go backwards, could be paused, sped up or slowed down. It could probably go sideways if someone really tried. But it had been here since the universe started, days, weeks, months, years passed without measurement because no one had condensed it down.

People were desperate for more of it too. Things done in the name of ‘getting more time’ or ‘don’t waste time’ truly puzzled the timekeeper. Because time wasn’t ever wasted, you didn’t waste time by sitting with a book, playing a game or laying in the sun. Nothing that someone did would waste time. It was either a blip of time to then, or they’d settle take things slower, appreciate it. And neither way was wrong.

Time could loop, each day was technically a loop it was just things happened differently each sunrise that kept people from referring to it like that. The concept of a loop made his fingers clench tighter around his watch. Navy eyes clenched shut and shuddered as he fought the memory off. Furious snarling twisted by static, claws sunk into his shoulder to stop him from moving. The metal of a knife at his throat. The pain of it sinking in and how his own scream cut off-

James snapped the lid of his watch closed to pull himself out of it and took a deep breath, he listened to it’s steady tick tock as he tried to keep himself calm. He was safe, he wasn’t hurt. Slowly he relaxed and looked around, blushed a bit as he realized he’d paused time in panic. He sighed and leant back on the couch and stared at the ceiling.

He rubbed the raven etched into the back of the lid absently. He had been young in his powers when he’d been grabbed by the glitch, he hadn’t had as much control as he did now. And even as loathe as he was to admit it and how sick he felt about using the knowledge, he’d learned some things. But the timekeeper swore to himself as he had more than once, that when the glitch next showed himself James wouldn’t run. He wouldn’t hide behind Marvin or Jackie.

He checked the clock and then his watch, it always kept the correct time no matter what timeline he was in, and he blinked. He snapped his fingers to get time moving again and got up to go to the kitchen. It was almost time for lunch and he knew the others would be hungry.

#Jameson Jackson #Gentle Silence #Jacksepticeye Ego #Jacksepticeye Fandom #Fanfic #South Writes #Egotober 2023 #Jameson is one of the Egos that has the potential to be the most powerful #I mean TIME MANIPULATION IS OP FOR A REASON PEOPLE #But Ofc that depends on interpretation and headcanons #Still it’s such a fascinating concept aint it?#And yes James is one of the steady cooks in the Septic house fight me #He switches with Henrik and Chase #Marvin occasionally cooks #Jackie isn’t allowed without supervision XD #Also you can’t tell me he wouldn’t have picked things up from Anti even if he hates it

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yamujiburo · 1 year

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HANAMUSA (JESSIExDELIA) MASTER POST

I probably should have started doing this forever ago but I wasn’t sure how long I was gonna stick with drawing these comics. But I guess we’re in it now! This will be continually updated~ EVERYTHING UNDER THE CUT

BEFORE YOU START:

This post is required reading about Team Rocket’s ages since that’s usually a question that comes up a lot LOL. As for Delia’s age, she is said to be 29 in Takeshi Shudo’s (original writer on Pokémon) novel that built out the world and characters of the anime.

Next, I feel like this chart helps give the vibe of what these characters relationship is (all just headcanons except for their names and ages)!

WHERE TO START:

Here’s a post I made detailing how Jessie, James and Meowth initially start living with Delia. It also goes into what each character does in this AU. Before going into the post, you might enjoy this fanfic my girlfriend commissioned! It’s based off of said post and is a more enjoyable read.

Here’s also a list of headcanons!

COMICS:

Here’s all the comics I’ve done! The order of most of them are pretty ambiguous and up in the air but I put them in the order I kinda see in my head! There are some that do take place before Jessie and Delia start dating though! Also a few comics that have several parts but the “next” and “prev” links will be in each comic. So I’ll only link the first part of those ones in this masterpost.

Pre-Relationship

Fast Food

Ophidiophobia

Whipped

Making Eyes

Hairbrush

Inquiries

Separated

First Kiss

During Relationship

Big Bed

Tattoo

Crumbs

Pet Clown

I’d Like To

Jessica

Lipstick (not a comic but some fun extra dialogue for this)

Glow

Official

Stare Down

Shovel Talk

Invisible Walls

Date Night

Face Blind

One Motto Away

Snowgasboard

Delia’s Got a Cold

Mr. Jessie Ketchum

Peek-At-Chu

Hands Off Pikachu!

Wine Nights with James

Beauty and the Beach

Turning Point Arc

Sunscreen

Where Do Babies Come From

Love Life

Ugly

Ace Trainers

Pikasitting

Mother’s Day

Father’s Day

Gift for Delia

Gift for Jessie

Jessilina Fan

Crossdressing

Hickeys

Journey Arc

Tone

Cooking Twerp

Son

Cooking Advice

Serperior Facts

Cassidy’s Cabin Arc

Father/Son Bonding

Glasses

Uniform

Study Help

Happy Valentine’s Day

Wrapped

Daddy Daughter Double Battle

Splinter

Married Life

Wedding

Arbok/Weezing Reunion

Snake Eyes

MISC DRAWINGS:

I’ll update this with links to my other miscellaneous drawings later!

FAQ:

What does "Hanamusa" mean?

Hanamusa is a combination of Delia and Jessie's Japanese names, Hanako and Musashi respectively.

When does this AU take place?

It takes place sometime after the Mezase Pokémon Master/To Be a Pokémon Master series. So all the events that happened in the series, unless retconned within the series, happened. Ash is 10 at the start of the comics.

What's the status between Jessie, James, Meowth and Giovanni/Team Rocket?

Not great terms since they were fired, but also not the worst terms. Giovanni just let the three of them go without any further issues. I will say that I've always loved the theory that Giovanni keeps Jessie specifically around because of her parentage and he as a soft spot for her that he keeps a secret. I feel like Matori was the one that got the three of them fired and Giovanni wasn't able to make an excuse for them this time (without showing nepotism/special treatment) so he was forced to let them go.

If you headcanon Delia as a lesbian, how did Ash come to be?

Delia was young when she had Ash and I hc that she just didn’t really explore her sexuality much! I myself didn’t realized I liked women until I was 18 and didn’t know I liked ONLY women until like 2 years ago. She got married, had a baby and realized after her husband left that she liked women (trans people exist obviously but I’m also interpreting Ash’s father as a cis man).

Who do you think Ash’s dad is?

I don’t know and I don’t really care to explore it. I’m going off of the novel interpretation that he’s just a deadbeat that left to be a trainer, failed and never came back because of the shame. He’s not important.

Isn’t Giovanni Ash’s dad?

That’s a common misconception that people remember wrong from the Pokémon Live show. Delia mentions she dated Giovanni but then left him and his gang after meeting Ash’s father. I also don’t consider the live show canon personally! I follow The Birth of Mewtwo timeline where Madame Boss founded Team Rocket.

Do you think Delia and Giovanni dated at least?

Nah, I think he’s too old for her? I always got the vibe from The Birth of Mewtwo that he was quite a bit older than Jessie and it’d be sus if he was dating Delia when she was married to, and had a child with her husband at 18/19. He’s a bad guy but not a BAD guy.

You mentioned you still ship Jessie and James. Why not make a Jessie, James, Delia polycule?

I have a few reasons I’ve mentioned before! 1. I’m in super deep with this AU already and I feel it’d be very confusing for casual viewers of my stuff if James was added into the relationship haha. 2. I’ve drawn Jessie and James together since 2011 and took this AU as an opportunity to try my hand at writing them as queer, platonic besties bc I love that interpretation of them a lot as well. 3. I’m not poly myself and the way I write this ship is largely based off of my experiences with my girlfriend. I just know I’d favor the Jessie/Delia of it all which isn’t fair and not a good interpretation of a poly relationship. All that said, I DO super enjoy seeing peoples’ poly headcanons and art!

Who does James end up with in this AU?

No one. He's aroace and is happy to be single

Do Jessie and James have all their Pokémon in this AU

I think they have all the Pokémon that they did by the end of Mezase Pokémon Master (all their Pokémon that were left at HQ). Most of their released Pokémon have stayed released and the Alola Pokémon are still in Alola. I bring back Arbok and Weezing post-Jessie and Delia getting married. I may bring back Chimecho, Growlie and Cacnea if I think of an idea I like!

What are Meowth and James up to in this AU?

Hop back to the top of this post under the "Where to Start" section. All your questions will be answered.

Does Ash travel with anyone at this point of his life?

I don't have anyone in particular in mind! I could see him making new friends (Nemona???) or traveling with different combinations of old friends. Like him, Misty and Goh, him, Dawn and Cilan, him, Serena and Lillie etc.

Will Delia ever get over her phobia of snake Pokémon

Not fully! I think overcoming fears is fine and good but I think real PHOBIAS are much harder to get past and I don't want to cheapen it. She slowly gets used to Jessie's Seviper specifically and gets to the point where she can pet it comfortably with Jessie in the room. But otherwise, still scared and would need that same amount of time per Pokémon

Is Jessie gaining weight or is it just me?

Not just you! Jessie puts on a bit of relationship weight overtime as you'll see in the later comics in the timeline. Jessie grew in poverty, never knowing when her next meal would be and that continued into her life as a Team Rocket member. Once she was able to settle down (with a woman who runs her own restaurant no less) she's able to live a healthier lifestyle with regular meals and puts on some weight because of that.

Does Jessie ever feel self conscious about gaining weight?

Nope! She feels happier and healthier and hotter. She's also unreasonably excited to clear out her old clothes and get a new wardrobe.

Would Jessie and Delia ever have kids together or adopt?

Nah, Ash is enough for them! I have come up with hypothetical kids for them but they're not canon to this AU. Just a fun little thing for me.

Will you ever put this on webtoon?

Nah. People mostly ask me this because they want to read everything in the order of the timeline but to my knowledge, you can’t reorder chapters or installments which would defeat the purpose. I also don’t think nintendo fan stuff would fly there. Also, also it’s just extra work and another place to upload and I want to keep this all fun for myself~

#hanamusashipping #hanamusa #hanamusa comic #master post

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: after all these years, I still hold a place for James Cook in my heart ... I sort of jump between hypothetical talk and immersive: “he would” and “he does”. I do apologise. I hope you enjoy x

Warnings: mentions of drugs, violence ... ya know, normal skins stuff -

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SFW🌿

⭑ You had been waiting for the next book in your favourite series to come out for ages.

⭑ You weren’t able to pre-order it, and somehow you couldn’t get it online, so you decided to go to your nearest bookstore

⭑ It was one of those big chain ones, and you were absolutely sure the book was there

⭑ So you made your trek, and stalked into the store, like a knight with a quest. No one could stand in your way

⭑ And then someone stood in your way

⭑ A young guy, around the same age as you, maybe a few years older, was looking through the self-help section. His bag was on the floor and he took up the aisle floor.

⭑ Your cheeks flushed as you uttered an “excuse me” to which the guy either didn’t hear or didn’t care.

⭑ Now, chaos and uncertainty were common themes in Cook’s life -

⭑ There wasn’t a time when he felt truly secure, and that hadn’t bothered him. Not even when that drug dealer tried to kill him, or when he had to start from the ground up.

⭑ He just guessed that he wasn’t meant to stay in one place for too long

⭑ And that’s how he ended up in this city. It wasn’t too busy, nor was it deserted. Possibly a community on the rise.

⭑ You grew up there, and all your family lived close by. Not that you saw them weekly or anything, but close enough that you could run into your great uncle at the cinemas.

⭑ Anyway, Cook was oblivious to your need to access the books he was barring. He had both earphones in, since he found that they calmed him in his day-to-day life, he couldn’t hear a word you said.

⭑ You sighed and waited for a minutes. Tossing up how long you should wait, or if you should weasel your way in front of him and quickly snatch the book.

⭑ Your patience wained thin however, and you tried to catch Cook’s eye. It was all you could do to not blow your top. Two years you had been waiting for this book, and you had avoided as many spoilers as possible.

You near shouldered him out of the way, and he was surprised because he had no idea that there was another person in the aisle, let alone right next to him.

⭑ And so your first interaction left him ... with a lack of a better word - stumped.

⭑ But he thought that that would be the last time he’d ever have to be in your presence.

⭑ He was wrong.

⭑ Your relationship bordered on enemies to lovers

⭑ But Cook had grown a lot as a person and he wasn’t so quick to anger; the day to day life seemed so flippant. From what he’s experienced, life is fleeting.

⭑ When he saw you again, he grinned though. He knew it would piss you off, so he put on the most shit-eating grin he could.

⭑ He may have grown as a person, but he was still James Cook.

⭑ And there was no way he wouldn’t at least press one of your buttons.

⭑ Cook has a nickname for you, it’s a teasing one. If you’re shorter than him, then he calls you Hob, which is short for Hobbit (he’s recently got into Lord of the Rings) If you’re taller than him, he’d call you Leg, one it’s short for Legolas (he thinks Elves are super tall in the LotR books) and also for your long legs.

⭑ His grin always leaves you with butterflies

⭑ And as much as you denied it, he was constantly on your mind

⭑ Can you imagine the first interactions with your parent(s)/Guardian and Cook? Oh god, he would be so nervous.

⭑ You want him to tell you everything about his life, but there’s this line that he treads. Does he tell you everything? Will it risk your safety? He’s also scared of scaring you away

⭑ You always feel so safe with Cook. He just knows what to do. He isn’t afraid of getting in a fight, but he won’t actively seek that out.

⭑ I think he has dyslexia, or he isn’t the best at reading and writing, and he’d be so embarrassed about that. But you would help him. And you would do so without making him feel inferior.

⭑ You were surprised to find out that he’s a good dancer

⭑ One of your favourite things about Cook is the ability to make you laugh. Even if you’ve had an awful day, he has this talent where he can make it all better

⭑ He loves sleeping in your bed. It’s one of the times when he feels the safest and of course, it helps that you have a cosy room.

⭑ You have an ABUNDANCE of books in your room, and the first time that Cook saw them, he felt so overwhelmed. Because why would someone so smart?? Want him???

⭑ But the way you explained these books changed his overwhelm to smittenness (is that a word?)

⭑ Oh my god if you had siblings, he would get on with them so well. Imagine if you had a little brother, Cook would teach him how to defend himself, but also that smarts are just as important as fists.

⭑There are times when he sees you with your family and he feels ... wrong. He feels like he shouldn’t be there, that he’s tainting it somehow.

⭑ But boy is he wrong.

⭑ Your family adores him.

⭑ And you have no idea where you’d be without him.

⭑ Moving in together, he would always sleep on the side closest to the door, so that he could intercept any danger. (When he told you that, you felt incredulous, but little do you know, he has to think about these things.)

⭑ This is a big change, because in other relationships he would sleep closest to the window ... so he could escape

Theme Song:

‘House of the Rising Sun’ a cover by Muse

Relationship Tropes:

Reformed Playboy Learns His Lesson

Love Interest Has A Profession Protagonist Abhors

Damaged/Doesn’t Believe He Deserves True Love x Sees The Good In The Other

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ Cook pursued you at first for sex, for something casual - nothing promised.

⭑ Although you may often feel overlooked, ignored, or unworthy; you are anything but. And so, you didn’t want to be used for only a few hours and forgotten about. That wasn’t your style.

⭑ When your relationship solidified, that was when Cook was able to feel you fully.

⭑ He’s quite experienced and knows how to please. Especially with his mouth.

⭑ One of his favourite things is making you laugh when you’re orgasming.

⭑ He becomes very playful when you both get comfortable with each other, like the old Cook is back. There’s never a frown on anyone’s face when he’s around.

⭑ Cook definitely eats ass

⭑ I mean, hardly anything would weird him out? And I feel like he would be up for most things

⭑ There wouldn’t be a room that you guys haven’t fucked in

⭑ And there’s a huge difference between Cook fucking you, and having sex. Or how others would put it ... making love...

⭑ He can be vigorous, all-consuming, and wild. Like some sort of animal in heat.

⭑ On the other hand, he shows you how he feels about you through sensual sex. Cook will take his time, and worship every part of your body.

⭑ His other favourite sex act is receiving head -

⭑ Cook likes to make you gag on his cock, he says “it’s such a pretty sight, seeing you down on your knees.”

#james cook #james cook skins #james cook x reader #james cook headcanons #james cook x you #skins #skins headcanons #skins imagine #dating would include #jack o'connell #skins x you #james cook skins headcanons #james cook skins x reader #would include #headcanons #fanfiction #reader insert #witchthewriter

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kk1smet · 2 months

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I drew our beloved Harry James Potter in various ages, with food! I always love it when he’s cooking or eating in fics.

Note: Third art is from my headcanon where they played pocky game (of course it was Draco who suggested it).

#I love me a Harry James Potter with food #He’s my precious #harry james potter #kismet draws #my art #artists on tumblr #drarry #how do you even draw glasses properly

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a-hazbin-reader · 2 months

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HII I just wanted to say I simply adore your Alastor headcannons.. ❤️

I unsure if you’re accepting request but if you aren’t you can ignore this one 😅

I was thinking of a pining Alastor with a fem reader who never sings. Like she has always hated musicals, and ever since she’s been in hell she noticed it’s just one big musical. And the moment they finally actually open up and sing.. it’s not with Alastor. But probably Angel to make him feel better.. So he’s all jealous that the reader hasn’t sung with him.

And at the end they share a lil love duet and slow dance .. like, singing at last by Etta James..

I don’t know..I just love how you write Alastor. Your writing is absolutely phenomenal. 💕

I've been avoiding this one because it makes me think of Nix- 😭

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being a MENACE, Grumpy!Reader, Mentions of Drunk!Reader

Description: 👆⬆️

You don't sing, you're not the kind of person who's just going to break out into song like everyone else around you

You sang along to music, sometimes sure, or maybe even sang to yourself, but you didn't live life like you're in a musical

You had better things to do with your time than dancing around to mysterious music and making up words on the fly

It was something that annoyed Alastor because no matter how hard he tried to get you to join him in his little song and dance, you just walked away

And left him feeling ridiculous for even trying to make music with you

Good

Your serious demeanor and closed off nature only served to make him want to win you over even more

He doesn't like people being a mystery to him, he wants to know what you're thinking and how you're feeling all the time

For the sake of knowledge, of course, not out of any romantic desire or anything as ridiculous as that

After several failed attempts to get you to sing, Alastor just assumes you've got a bad singing voice and gives up

Only to be PISSED when he's proven wrong because WHY WON'T YOU SING WITH HIM

He finds you holding Angel to your chest and singing to him, the poor spider holding back tears as he relaxes into your arms

Alastor just hides and listens to the sound of your voice more confused than ever as to why you don't sing

You have a BEAUTIFUL VOICE

It reignites his desire to get you to sing with him and he becomes more of a pest than ever for you

He tries to trick you into humming or singing, turning on the radio when you two are alone in hopes that you'll take a liking to a song

"Do you have a particular music preference, my dear?"

"Can't say I do, whatever you pick is fine."

You only roll your eyes and continue looking at your book, the only sign that you like the music is your leg bouncing to the beat

He later catches you humming a little tune with Niffty as the two of you clean up together, the happy look on your face is the most precious thing he's seen

Alastor tries to invite you out to a concert/musical, waving two tickets in front of your face

"What do you say, my dear~? You and I listening to the most wonderful music in hell together?"

Only to watch your face scrunch up at the idea and realize that he's about to be rejected

"That's not really my thing, maybe you can get Charlie to go with you."

He ends up giving the tickets to Charlie and Vaggie, letting the two of them have a date night

You're smiling and singing a little song with Husk later that night, cooking a late night dish with him

He sulks the entire night and glares at you whenever your paths cross because HOW DARE YOU

WITH HUSKER!?

He even tries taking everyone to a karaoke bar and pulling you up on stage, hoping you're drunk enough that you'll sing

Only to be the victim of your drunken rage and get body slammed into a table instead because he startled you

"Alastor!! Are you okay!? Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! I will pay for the table!"

Charlie is panicking because everyone is STARING, but you just glare down at him, cheeks flushed from the booze

"Don't... sneak up on me like that..."

He'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on a little, laying there still in shock over what happened

"Understood."

Later, he hears you singing along to a song someone else is singing to. You're so drunk by that point that he doubts you even realize you're doing it

But you still sound so good even when your words are slurred and you're not even singing the right song

It gets to the point where Alastor's mood sours whenever you sing because he wants to sing with you but you always turn him down

You're trying to open up more but it's difficult to open up to someone like Alastor because it's impossible to know if he can be trusted

Your better judgment tells you no, but your heart whispers that you should give him a chance

Alastor just wants a duet with you so badly

You two would kill it, and he knows it

He's playing at the piano one day, singing to himself for entertainment more than anything

It's a song from his childhood, bringing up memories of happier times with his mother

When you suddenly saddle up next to him and begin to play as well, adding another layer to his song

His tail wagging and the way his eyes light up are the only indication he gives that he's excited by your presence

He keeps singing, feeling renewed by your musical accompaniment and really enjoying the music

Only to be graced with the sound of your own voice joining him, your hands briefly crossing over each others to play the right notes

The simple graze is electric for both of you, but neither would admit for years to come

He was right, you two sound better than anything he's ever heard before and he can't help but look at you because surely you feel it too??

Only to be flustered by the blush on your face and the small smile you give him, obviously pushed beyond your comfort zone but trying hard

It's all he can do to swallow the lump in his throat and focus on the song instead of how good you look or how beautiful you sound

Only when the song is over do you two realize how close your faces have gotten, gazing into each other's eyes like lovesick teenagers

You both are leaning in closer, gazes drifting down to lips-

When Alastor suddenly jerks away and walks across the room from you, his face burning from the realization of what almost happened

You deflate a bit and worry that you read him wrong, standing up so you can leave with your pride still intact

"Alastor, I'm so-"

Suddenly, the radio comes to life, Alastor picking a station with a slow romantic song playing before holding his hand out to you

"Care to dance, my dear? It'd be a shame to let such a good song go to waste..!"

You're both blushing and avoiding looking each other in the eye but you take his hand anyways, being pulled flush against him

If anyone were to peek in and see you two, it would certainly look like you two were a couple dancing to a romantic song and having a moment

Alastor has one hand on your hip while the other gently holds your hand, your head resting against him in an attempt to hide how embarrassed you are

His ears are folded back, and the smile on his face is wobbly and awkward, your other hand on his shoulder suddenly seemingly very interesting

Good thing nobody is peeking in on you two, except everyone is peeking in and passing around cash

"Pay up Angel, Husk, Charlie won fair and square."

I hope you guys like it 💓

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

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luvjunie · 9 months

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— when the dam breaks

contains: third person pov (42!miles’), no reader, feelings of anxiety, some harsh language, use of the n-word once, a one-sided fight, angst, mentions of grief, brief comfort at the end

summary: miles was holding himself together just fine, until he wasn’t. wc: 2,748

a/n: this fic is based on one of my headcanons from this post,(the 12th one). handling the grief of losing a parent is one of the hardest, most painful things to navigate, especially when you’re a teen and in school. i can directly relate to miles!42 because of this, which is probably why i’m able to go so in depth with his character. i’m really proud of how this turned out so i hope you guys enjoy reading <3

The back of Ms. Bellam’s history class was Miles’ favorite spot to sit in. The seat by the window, specifically. Where he could gaze out with the fantasy of being anywhere else but stuck listening to the lecture in his fifth block; forced to hear his teacher rave on about some old expedition he couldn’t bring himself to give a shit about.

But today, Miles was not in the back of the class.

He had a bad feeling the moment the bell rung and the projector powered on to display the newest assignment the tall, stocky woman had on the agenda; a partnered project. Which, unfortunately, meant a new seating chart was on the horizon.

Miles must’ve spaced out during the introduction of the assignment, but his teacher’s assertive voice brought him back to the very moment he was dreading.

“Cody, you’re paired with—“ Ms. Bellam pulled a small slip of paper out from a little bucket of randomized names on her desk. “—Lauren.”

She ignored the quiet groan she got after unknowingly pairing two exes together and drew two more names. “Bailey, you’re with Lucas.”

“Sarah, you’re with… Faith. And Miles,” The brunette-haired teacher stuck her hand into the bucket once more to pull out the very last slip of paper, and read it with finality. “You’re with Gabby.”

Miles lifted his head and did a quick scan of the faces around, until he met the eyes of his new partner, Gabby, who gave him a small wave from the front of the class. His jaw clenched at the realization that he’d have to give up his safe corner, since the seats around him were filled, while the one next to her was open.

“Alright everyone, if you’re not already next to your partner, go find them.”

With an inaudible grumble and something along the lines of ‘i hate this fucking class’ and a mix of ‘kill me now’— Miles rose from his chair, snatched his backpack up with a little too much force, and crossed the classroom to plop down defeatedly next to the girl he was paired with.

Chin tucked in his hand and eyes glued to the ticking clock above the white board, he didn’t know how long he sat like that, or how much valuable information he’d missed while he ignored the overly peppy, thirty-year old’s directions to the class. But he did know that the minute hand on that damn analog device wasn’t moving fast enough for his liking. The droning of voices overlapping and the bouncing of ideas filled the once silent air after instructions had been given, but Miles was far from focused on the task at hand.

The incessant tapping of his pencil against the hard plastic of his desk, matched with the clearly agitated bounce of his leg had his partner stealing experimental glances in his direction— her lips having been licked ample times from the stress of debating on whether to make the difficult decision of speaking to the boy who was clearly not interested in conversation— or even being here at all.

She spoke up anyway. “Um… So most of the other groups have pretty much chosen already. That means we’re left with James Cook, Vasco de Gama, Ferdinand Magellan, or—“

“You can pick for us. I don’t really care which one.” Miles interrupted.

“Oh—“ Gabby blinked. His response was curt, but at least she got one. “Okay then, Ferdinand Magellan.” Flipping through the rubric that had been passed out at some point, she referred to the second page with her index finger. “It says our presentation has to be between six to eight slides, which includes the works cited for our research. So we could do one introduction slide, and maybe about,” she paused to think. “Four?— information slides? And then we could add some fun facts and trivia questions at the end so we can get our class participation points in without too much effort. That cool with you?”

Gabby was a nice girl. She never bothered him, never looked at him weird when he’d come into class late sometimes, and had actually ran through the hallway to return the notebook that fell out of his open backpack just last week. He wasn’t aggravated at her, but more so at the fact that everybody could stare at the back of his head now instead of the other way around, like it was before. It made him self conscious about everything, even down to the way he was sitting in his chair. He could feel a few beams on his back right about now, and adjusted his position slightly.

Miles sighed and reminded himself to respond to her politely. “Uh-huh. Sounds good.”

A voice to his left behind him caught his attention, the voice in question belonging to one of the most obnoxious boys he’d ever had the displeasure of knowing— Ethan Thompson. Someone who always had too much to say and nothing productive or appropriate to add— it usually being something creepy or gross about a girl he wanted to ‘get to know’.

Miles would’ve tuned him out, like he always did, but this time it was impossible. Probably because out of all the conversations regarding the explorers meant to be researched, this one had absolutely nothing to do with history, or even school for that matter.

“Bro, did you hear about what happened to…”

Miles strained to hear as best as he could without moving from his seat, though it was a struggle since Gabby was still talking his ear off to the right of him about who would do what when it came to their workload.

“Miles?”

He ignored her as another voice chimed in, and his back stiffened.

“I know dude, my sister told me about it. Said he was killed in action or somethin’ like that… I just know his mom is crushed. I feel really bad.”

Miles knew people talked about this, he wasn’t dumb. But damn, did they have to do it when he was right there?

Then, there was a laugh.

Miles was confused. He didn’t find anything regarding the topic of their conversation even remotely comical.

“Fuck that,” Ethan quieted his voice, though not quiet enough. “That just means Mrs. Morales is single and up for grabs now.”

It took less than a second for Miles’ blood to simmer to a scalding boil. He held a subtle finger up and quieted Gabby, who was currently asking him about what they should research first.

“Can you give me just… one second?” he asked gently.

Gabby’s words died on her tongue and she gave a muddled nod.

Miles threw his elbow over the back of his chair when his torso whipped around, his eyes glazed with enmity and immediately catching Ethan’s.

“The fuck you just say?”

Ethan froze.

Miles’ tone was lethal, rage lifting the volume above the blurred chattering around, venom spitting from his tongue like he intended to kill the boy with words alone. The speed in which the class fell silent would’ve been humorous had there not been such hostility within the air.

“Miles, language!” Ms. Bellam’s eyes snapped up from her computer screen, her face a picture of disbelief at his unusual vitriol. He was always quiet as a mouse in her class, well behaved above all.

Jaws hung slack, the gazes of the students around darted back and forth between the two boys continuously, the tension in the room palpable.

Miles sat up straighter in his seat, jaw clenched and his patience dwindling. To say he was seething would be a dangerous understatement.

“Nah, nah Ms. B,” His head cocked, and his eyes narrowed at Ethan, ruinously. “I wanna know what this nigga just said ‘bout my fuckin’ mom.”

“Oh shit…” Gabby gulped. Today was the most she’d heard Miles speak in class almost the entire semester.

“It was a joke, bro.” Ethan huffed a chuckle, a nervous thing that his friend easily picked up on. Miles was not one to bluff, and Ethan was notorious for taking things too far.

“Don’t bro me, repeat that dumb shit you just said and watch how fast I knock your ass out.” Miles gritted through his teeth, hot air puffing through his nostrils like a bull who’d just seen red.

“Boys, enough!” Ms. Bellman was standing now, hands planted to her desk as she watched with bated breath, just like the rest of the class-now-turned-audience.

Ethan shrugged, and Miles swore he felt his eye twitch.

Strike one.

Then, the boy playfully nudged his friend’s arm with a cocky smirk, as if he thought the threat he’d just received wasn’t one that would be carried out.

Strike two.

“He’s baiting you, Miles…” Gabby whispered dejectedly, in warning, only so Miles could hear. But his tunnel vision had already set in.

“Go ‘head. Repeat yourself.” Miles demanded.

Nails digging into the skin of his palms hard enough to leave crescents in their wake, there was a voice in the back of his mind, reminding him that he could get into serious trouble if he didn’t get his emotions in check, fast. He’d progressed so quickly in his after school M.M.A classes, that now, even getting into a simple fist fight could land him a serious assault charge. A judge would take one look at the history of his intense training, and the option to deem his hands as deadly weapons in the case would immediately be presented, and most likely acted upon.

Knocking the teeth out of a rich white boy would never be the smart decision here, especially not for someone who looked the way he did.

He’d be sent straight to juvie.

“I mean, all I was sayin’ is, technically—“ Ethan threw his hands up in a careless manner. “If I play my cards right, I could be your future step-daddy.”

Strike three.

Ms. Bellam was yelling now. “Ethan, principal’s office, now!”

And that probably would’ve been the better option, had he actually had a choice.

Miles’ movements were swift when he shot out of his seat, and the students in his way followed suit with yelps and gasps as they quickly removed themselves from the area. The desks blocking his pathway to pummeling the shit out of this kid loudly screeched against the school’s tile when they were shoved out of the way, and the one he’d mindlessly flipped over in his stampede proceeded to erupt the room into pure pandemonium.

One punch would’ve been good enough, Miles knew that. But in this moment, thinking rationally was so far out of his reach he would’ve missed it even if he’d jumped for it. He’d swung a closed fist to Ethan’s jaw and knocked him to the floor with ease, then followed him down, sat on his chest and had the boy’s arms pinned under his knees so he couldn’t protect his snobby-ass face. One punch would’ve been good enough, but just two vehement blows later, the satisfying crack of a bone that wasn’t his under Miles’ knuckles had him sending a few more into the reddened face of the boy beneath him, just to really get his point across.

“Jesus Christ— Miles!” Ms. Bellman scrambled from her seat in a panic and rushed to fling the classroom’s door open, her desperate yells directed to anyone who might’ve been strolling the hallways. “We need security in here! You-!” She pointed to a student with a bathroom pass. “Go get security, and tell them to come to room 205, now! Go!”

Everyone was yelling at once, but Miles couldn’t hear anything other than the ringing of rage in his ears. Anger is only grief turned sour— a terribly perilous thing to leave untreated.

Some of his classmates were frozen with shock, or fear, maybe— hands clasped over their gaped mouths while others had their phones out with the camera app open—vampires for some good drama while they hooted and hollered at the most exciting thing they’d seen this entire year.

“That’s enough!”

Strong arms suddenly hooked under Miles’ armpits and prevented his fist from worsening the damage already done. Two male teachers from neighboring classrooms had rushed in and yanked him up and off Ethan, his hips bucking as he kicked his way up onto his feet. Miles’ chest expanded and collapsed with the weight of his heaving breaths, face flushed with the remnants of his lost temper as he directed his attention to Ethan’s friend, who looked like a deer in headlights.

“When your boy wake up, tell him watch his mouth next time!”

Miles didn’t know why he was yelling. It was common knowledge that it’s pretty rare for someone who’s unconscious to understand what you’re saying to them.

He didn’t struggle when the two teachers dragged him away, but when they shoved him out the door and into the hall with more force than he thought necessary, he snatched his arms away from their grasp with a rolled shrug, and huffed a frustrated grunt about how he knew how to walk on his own.

—

The drive home was eerily silent. The radio hadn’t been touched, and neither had Miles by his mother’s gaze the moment they’d left the principal’s office after he received his verdict.

Out of school suspension. One week.

It was the best the administrative staff could do after Rio swallowed her pride and went as low as begging them not to expel her boy.

Slumped in the passenger seat with his hands in his lap, Miles didn’t bother to look at the bruises he knew were forming on his knuckles. It was a familiar feeling, and at the moment he was more concerned with why it felt like his throat had been stuffed with cotton when he tried to talk.

“Mamá, I—“

“Do not. Speak.” Rio’s breath wavered, her hands clutching the wheel so hard she thought she’d crush it. She tried not to let her voice break. “Not one word.”

Silence.

—

It all settled in as they climbed the stairwell, the images of what just happened flashing back in his mind every time he blinked; what he’d done playing over and over again in a continuous loop. The wooden railings creaked under the weight of his mother’s hand, and as she knowingly skipped the one that had weakened over the years, he knew the home that held every single emotion he tried to leave behind when he went to school was now just a few steps up.

Rio’s key twisted in the lock before she opened the door, and Miles followed behind her, shoulders slouched dispiritedly. He resembled something of a stray puppy; desperate for attention, but acceptant and grateful that it, as much of a nuisance as it may be, was being tolerated enough to stay on it’s finder’s heels.

He thought being scolded by his mother was bad, but the lack thereof was even worse. Her brows were clenched, and her conflicted yet somehow blank expression told him that she truly did not have any words for him as she leaned on the kitchen counter, hands clasped firmly around the edge so tightly her knuckles paled. She didn’t even know where to start, and Miles didn’t blame her. He refused to explain why he’d snapped when it was asked of him. When his mother’s widened eyes had pleaded with him to tell the principal what happened in that classroom that set him off in such a way, he didn’t. He had no reason not to, at least one he could think of right now, but his voice just wouldn’t allow it. Both in that office, and now in their kitchen, dimly lit by the warm light above the stove, the weight of his mother’s disappointment clung to the suffocating silence, like a fish to a hook and he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mamá, I’m sorry.” He whispered in a quick breath, the lump in his throat painful when he swallowed it.

“Good money, Miles.” Rio shook her head, a hand coming up to rest over the rise and fall of her chest. “Good money! We paid good money to get you into that school, your dad and I. I work hard to keep you there and you just—“

Dad.

And the dam broke. Though its foundation wasn’t very strong to begin with— Miles’ shoulders crumbled under the weight of his actions and his tears flooded past his waterline with choked sobs that left no room for air.

Whatever Rio was going to say had been forgotten. The sight of her son sobbing in a way she hadn’t seen since the night they’d received the news immediately put a stop to her reprimanding. Now, she was truly worried.

“Oh Miles, come come come,” She hastily tugged him into a hug and wrapped him firmly in her arms, her hands repeatedly rubbing up and down the expanse of his back. “¿Qué es Mijo? (what is it, son?) Talk to me. No te lo guardes, ¿recuerda?” (no holding it in, remember?)

Miles could barely catch his breath, and somehow talking about it was just as painful as the ache that resided deep in his chest.

“I—It was Dad, it was about—“ a quick breath in split his sentence in half. “About Dad. He was—talking about what ha—happened and I—“ Miles tried for another, but it caught in his throat, ragged and choppy and had his ribcage stuttering from the lousy attempt to cease his hyperventilating. The fact that he couldn’t get his words out uninterrupted only frustrated him more; only made him cry harder. He scrubbed at his tears with the back of his hand, but it was no use. He couldn’t stop crying. Why couldn’t he stop crying?

“He said—“ Another wilted inhale, and a hiccup. “It was abo—about you, and it was terrible and I— I just, I got so angry, and I tried Mamá, I did. But I couldn’t and—and then I was on him and I’m sorry—“

“Shh, shh. It’s okay, it’s okay.” Rio used a hand to bring his head into her shoulder, his cries muffled and his tears wetting the sleeve of her blouse as his rambling came to a halt. Miles clutched onto her tightly, arms round her waist as he fell apart in front of the woman who’d tried her best to piece him back together.

“Respira, Mijo, respira… (breathe).” Rio whispered. “Please.” Seeing her son so distraught had brought on tears of her own, but she shut her eyes, and tucked away her own feelings so she could focus on his. “It’s okay. It’s alright.”

“But you’re mad at me, I don’t want you to be mad at me—“

Rio shook her head and tutted at him. “I’m not mad at you, papa. I understand. Okay? I’m not angry. No.” She couldn’t be upset with him for something like this, not when he could barely shelter himself from his own guilt.

“It’s okay. You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you.” Miles was inconsolable as Rio continued rubbing his back, and her voice shook when she spoke, but she kept the uncertainty she held within her heart concealed from her promise to him.

“We’re going to be okay.”

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