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marragurl · 7 days

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Saxaphone player Gallagher has not left my mind since the jazz night art dropped AND THEN Robin saying Halovian’s innately have good voices and Sunday used to hum lullabies to her as kids happened in the 2.2 special program, and I’m sure you guys can see where my unfortunate Galladay heart is going with this.

Whoever decided to make this art, I love you. I hope your pillow is cool every night, you’re never stuck in traffic, and your water is refreshing with every sip.

Also the art of Sunday with the White Gentlemen drink in the S.P.A.R.K.L.E jazz night event has also spiraled into me delusionally thinking that’s his go to drink. Which is hilarious since Robin has hinted before that he seems to have a massive sweet tooth in her letters.

(Sunday how do you even make holding a drink menacing, Sunday please get some therapy-)

So imagine this:

Pre 2.0 Galladay, where they’re both wary and suspicious of each other but didn’t do anything outright. Sunday slowly began to visit Gallagher’s bar whenever he had time to observe the Hound, initially on the down low just to get a sense of what he was working with and what to keep an eye on. He always gravitated to that one corner booth that every bar had with the most privacy, and just stalked there for a few hours before leaving. (Smol menacing birb in a tree vibes)

Gallagher obviously knew that Sunday was doing this (even though everyone else seemed to somehow completely miss him, Gallagher wouldn’t be surprised if Sunday was doing some weird Harmony mind tricks), and after the first few “stakeouts,” he bit the bullet and actually approached the table to engage with Sunday, on the off chance this was some weird “test of loyalty” by the Halovian to see if the Hound would swallow his pride to serve his so-called masters.

Nothing terrible happened, but he remained passive-aggressively polite when serving him, and Sunday remained passive-aggressively cool-headed in response. There was some snark of what dear “sweet-toothed” Sunday would want at a bar, and an icy reply of “aren’t you the master drink smith? Why don’t you show me those skills you boasted about?” which led to Gallagher being petty and giving Sunday the White Gentlemen drink, both for the story behind it being such a metaphor for Sunday, and because it was on the more bitter side of alcoholic drinks.

Sunday wasn’t too against the drink; it wasn’t something he would have ordered if it had been his choice, but it wasn’t a bad drink by any means. He couldn’t help but continue to drink it even after Gallagher left his little hidey booth to go back to the main bar, but he’d never stoop so low as to complement the Hound. Of course, he never ordered anything else from then on, only White Gentleman. In fact, over time it seemed to slowly get better, the flavors grew on him, and he couldn't help but look forward to it during difficult nights in the Dreamscape.

If Gallagher tried to needle him into a different drink, Sunday just bit back a “oh? Admitting defeat? I thought this was your best drink for me?” with a little smirk while Gallagher had to use every bit of self-control to not punch him in the face.

As time went on, the bar slowly became a place Sunday frequented to not quite relax, but to get away from the hustle and bustle of Penacony and his duties as one of its main faces. The stresses slowly started piling up, especially with the Charmony fast approaching in a few months and all that came with it.

Gallagher didn’t seem to loosen up regarding his attitude with Sunday, but he did get better at shoving down the visceral hatred he had for everything to do with The Family and Sunday as time went on. He didn’t get soft with Sunday per se, but he definitely kept an eye out for him, and definitely knew when to cut off his drinks on days where it seemed that Sunday wasn’t all that there for their usual veiled comments towards one another when he went to serve him his drink.

It started small, with Sunday staying later and later until sometimes he was the last one to leave the bar to return to reality. Gallagher wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, still wasn’t quite sure this wasn’t some weird long-term test Sunday was devising, especially since he still seemed to be the same ruthless Family member, the same Head of the Oak Family, when Gallagher was working as a Bloodhound outside the bar. For some reason though, within the enclosed space of this strange sanctuary, it was almost peaceful between the two.

One night, there was something wrong when Sunday entered the bar during Gallagher’s shift. He saw a bit of a crowd near the small stage that was within eyesight of his little hidey booth, it seemed some of the musicians of the live band were arguing? He watched as Gallagher came over, seemed to try to speak with the group before honing in on one of the musicians who had been making the most noise and seemed to be about to get physical with the rest. Sunday watched as Gallagher picked up the musician by the scruff of their suit with one hand and carried them towards the doors and lightly tossed them out.

(It was the first time Sunday had actually seen Gallagher perform anything resembling the actual duty of a Bloodhound. It only hit him that he’d only ever seen the other when giving reports, orders, or at the bar. Why was this so shocking to him, he’d seen the man’s arms before, hard not to with his slovenly dress and messy clothing style, as if he couldn’t bother to hide away his imperfections from the world, not like Sunday who refused to be seen by the world, to dare to show one thing off about himself despite his countless failings- he’s getting far too distracted by one meager showing of strength, focus Sunday)

There had always been a live music segment. Sunday was curious to see what would happen with the band missing a member, but was distracted by Gallagher placing his usual White Gentlemen in front of him before heading back to the musicians without a single word to him. Gallagher took a moment to speak with the rest of the band, who seemed to be coming out of their shock and took on worried looks. Sunday could only watch in muted shock as Gallagher went behind the bar and came back with a case, opening it to reveal a saxophone. He then went on stage with the rest of the group, positioned himself further to the side and in the back amongst the shadows within Sunday’s line of sight, and played with the band for the rest of the night.

Sunday couldn’t look away.

He was frozen as he watched Gallagher seamlessly transition from song to song, taking only small breaks to continue serving the other patrons before heading back in. Sunday only remembered about his own drink when his gloves began to get wet from the ice melting into condensation on his glass.

Something felt off within Sunday, and for the first time since Robin’s debut, he couldn't help humming to the music of the band, music that wasn’t of his own sister’s making. He couldn’t help but remember those little concerts the two would have, taking care of his little sister, his only world. He would do anything to keep the Harmony, to keep their family going. When was the last time they truly spent time together? Before he became the Head of the Oak Family? Before he couldn't recognize his own smile?

He was so lost in his thoughts, in memories he thought he buried, that he didn’t realize that it was once again closing time, and he was once again the last one left. He only snapped out of it when Gallagher came by to grab his empty glass, only quirking a questioning brow at him before heading back to the bar.

Gallagher had been keeping a quiet eye on the Halovian that night from the back of the band, in the shadows he felt the most confront in when in the Dreamscape of Penacony. He had watched Sunday’s eyes glaze over, and the only reason he hadn’t felt offended by the seeming disinterest was the look in the other man’s eyes reminding him of his own when he looked in the mirror. The same look of shame, regret, loss, longing, of the wishes to regain everything he had lost. The same look he strove to hide under every bit of the facade he had crafted of this new self, but came back all too often with every reference of the Family found within his prison in the Dreamscape.

Maybe it was the shared nostalgia within his own heart, that little bit of his true self that he thought died when the Family tore out everything that made him who he was, that made him return behind the bar and begin making Sunday another White Gentlemen, giving Sunday a small nod to beckon him over. He wasn’t expecting anything from it, and he masked his own surprise when Sunday actually left his little shelter to come and take a seat in front of him at the bar. Even while out of it, Gallagher made note of the quiet confidence the other still carried himself. Nothing seemed wrong to anyone else looking at him, only for the lost look in his eyes.

The first time in the many months that they’ve been skirting around each other, and finally they seemed to be face to face.

It was quiet as Gallagher made Sunday his usual drink, a drink he had been slowly changing over the months to be sweeter and sweeter that Sunday never quite seemed to notice, or if he did, he never said anything, only seeming to savor it more each subsequent night. Maybe not even Gallagher noticed his own changes to the drink, subtle as they were.

It was quiet as Sunday took the finished drink, and it was quiet as his eyes slid over the bartop to see the saxophone case laying open with the instrument inside. It was quiet as Gallagher followed his eyes, as he came out from behind the bartop to take the saxophone out and take a seat in a chair only one seat down from Sunday’s. It was quiet as Gallagher began to play to his audience of one.

It was quiet as Sunday quietly hummed along.

It was quiet as they both knew that it would not last.

OK yea so this was all because I heard ‘La vie en rose’ at the end of the Jazz night event and went “Damn I wish that’s Gallagher playing on his Sax” and then we spiraled.

Uh. Idk what it is with me having a small ship moment which then spirals into a full blown writing session. My mind blanked out and as I came to I find out that I made a whole ass little one shot over here then completely forgot about it WHOOPS

So yea, hope my fellow Galladay enjoyers… enjoyed! I think I’ve slowly begun to crave… not domestic or fluff per se from these two, but after every AO3 fic being super dark between them (which I get! They are the toxic yaoi kings of Penacony as of writing this, no one is denying that!) I think I want to see them be explored in a more melancholic sense. Not quite the “forbidden” love angle, but in the “damn we kinda have some parallels, and maybe in another life we could have gotten along but there’s too much baggage and anger, both historically and currently to really even try anything”

I have this feeling this may not be the last time I write about these two… is Galladay going to be the ship that gets me to actually use my AO3 account?

#hsr #honkai star rail #hsr gallagher #hsr sunday #galladay #idk what I’m doing anymore #they’ve kinda taken over my mind #shoutout to that one ao3 fic where both of them go “’this wasn’t supposed to happen’ as they’re making out #that’s the exact vibes I’m feeling when I think about these two pre-relationship #of course we don’t run away from angst in this ship #everything follows exactly up until the 2.1 end credits scene #let’s see what happens in 2.2 #I NEED ANSWERS #ALSO MISHA #I WANNA THROW GALLAGHER AND MISHA’S KINDA WHOLESOME RELATIONSHIP IN HERE TWO #idk wtf is going on there #but until 2.2 explains #Gallagher is misha’s weird drunk uncle/dad figure #it adds more comedy to Galladay whether Sunday knows of/can see Misha or not either way #oof new writing idea #next time #I need to work on tagging #this is just another post all on its own

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chicgeekgirl89 · 6 months

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Fandom: 911 Lone Star Summary: When Carlos receives a late night call from one of his sisters who is worried about the health of his nephew, T.K. doesn't hesitate to jump in and show the entire family why he's worthy of Carlos' love. Thanks to @carlos-tk, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @whatsintheboxmh, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @strandnreyes, @carlos-in-glasses, and @bonheur-cafe for the WIP Wednesday tags. I hope you will accept this instead, belated as it is! A/N: This is my 100th fic on AO3!! 🍾🍾🍾 (Not my 100th fic ever, many of them never made the transfer from ff.net, but still!) I've been sitting on this one for a while and seeing T.K. shine feels like it's worthy of being #100. Also Adriana and Francesca weren't supposed to be in this one, but they literally barged through those hospital doors and there was nothing I could do to stop them. I couldn't love them more!

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“Sooo…never again, right?” Carlos asks.

“Oh my god never again,” T.K. agrees fervently. “Why were the plates so weird? Some of them weren’t even plates at all. And the food was…bad.”

“So bad,” Carlos says. “Tiny and bad.”

“Three hours. We were there three hours,” T.K. says in disbelief as he slows down at a stoplight. “Why did we have to wait like thirty minutes between courses?”

“The menu said it was to give us time to renew our digestive energies and be more present in the dining experience,” Carlos says.

“I didn’t know my digestive energies needed to be renewed.”

“Me neither.”

It had taken them months to get a reservation at the trendiest new restaurant in town and they’d both been excited for the occasion. The menu promised a foodie paradise with unique dishes, creative presentation, and an emphasis on sustainability. They’d gotten dressed up and ready for a fun date night out only to be disappointed the moment they’d walked in the door.

The place had been crowded, they were practically elbow to elbow with the tables next to them. Carlos had learned the intimate details of one couple’s fertility issues and another couple’s trouble with their neighbors.

Then the food had started coming and been a complete disaster. Carlos considered himself something of a foodie, and T.K.’s New Yorker palate had sampled a number of cuisines over the years, but this had been the worst food Carlos had ever eaten. He hadn’t been able to identify a single item on any of his plates and his tongue longed for something with even a hint of flavor. The plate that held a single, lukewarm radish had nearly been his undoing.

Overall it had been three hours of bland food, awkward company, and not at all what either of them had imagined.

“I’m starving. Can we please pick up something on the way home?” T.K. asks, his stomach letting out a gurgle as if to affirm his statement.

“God yes. I think Chu’s is still open, right?”

Carlos pulls out his phone, but it lights up with a call before he can check to see Chu’s hours. “Why’s my sister calling?”

T.K. glances over at him. “Which one?”

“Lucía,” Carlos says. It’s not typical of his sister to call at this hour out of the blue and he feels his internal warning bells activate as he picks up the call. “Luci? Que pasó?”

“Hey Carlos,” she says, sounding tired and stressed. “Sorry for calling, I know it’s late.”

“It’s okay,” he says. “We’re just on our way home from dinner. What’s going on?”

“I don’t—I’m probably overreacting,” she says. “It’s just that Justin is out of town for work and I’m—“

Now he’s really worried. “Lucí, it’s okay. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Sebastian woke up sick a couple days. I didn’t think it was a big deal, both boys are sick all the time from daycare and school, but he wasn’t any better today, so I took him to the doctor. They said he’s fine, likely just a virus or something, but…his fever won’t break and he keeps saying his belly hurts.”

Carlos can hear the deep seated worry in his sister’s voice and it rocks him to his core. His sister is an amazing mom, fearless and sure. To hear her so uncertain is throwing him off.

“I didn’t know if maybe T.K. could just give me some advice or something?” she says, ending it like a question.

He looks over at his fiancé. “What’s going on?” T.K. asks,.

“Sebastian’s sick,” Carlos says. “Do you mind?”

“No, no, put her on speaker,” T.K. says immediately, turning his eyes back to the road as the light changes.“Hey Lucía,” he says loudly so she can hear him.

“Hey T.K.,” she says. “I’m so sorry, I know people probably ask you for medical help all the time.”

“It’s not a problem. Tell me what’s going on,” T.K. says.

“He won’t eat, he’s barely drinking. His fever had been holding steady at around a hundred, but it just spiked up to one oh two. I’ve given him medicine, done cold washcloths, I don’t know what else to try.”

“And the doctor said what exactly?”

“That it’s probably a stomach virus,” Lucía says.

T.K. mulls that over for a minute. “Aren’t we like fifteen minutes from their place?” he asks Carlos.

Carlos nods.

“Okay, Lucía we’re going to swing by, all right?” T.K. says, flipping his blinker on to get them turned around back the way they’d just come.

“Oh, no, you don’t have to do that—“

“We’re coming Luci,” Carlos says. “We’ll be there soon.”

“Okay, thank you,” she says, relief flooding her voice and loosening the knot of fear in Carlos’ chest.

He hangs up and looks at T.K. “It’s probably just a stomach bug.”

“Probably,” T.K. agrees. “But if it makes her feel better to have someone give her advice it’s worth going over.”

Carlos’ heart goes soft at those words. He’d never imagined he’d be with someone like T.K. Someone so kind and good, someone who would drive to his sister’s house at nine o’clock at night just to assuage her fears. It’s beyond his wildest dreams.

They pull into the driveway of the ranch style home about ten minutes later, T.K.’s ambulance driving having shaved a few minutes off their time and a few years off of Carlos’ life. At least they’re not driving the Camaro tonight so Carlos didn’t have to fear for the safety of his baby as they sped through yellow lights and weaved in and out of traffic.

Lucía opens the door before they even knock and the relief Carlos felt a few minutes ago evaporates at the sight of her worried face. She was holding back on the phone; in person she looks even more terrified and exhausted than she sounded. “Hey guys,” she says. “I’m so sorry to drag you all the way over here.”

“Stop apologizing,” Carlos admonishes her immediately as they step inside. “That’s what family is for.”

Sebastian lays on the couch in the living, looking younger and tinier than his six years, his face pale and drawn. There’s an episode of Paw Patrol playing on the television mounted above the fireplace and he has a blanket pulled all the way up to his chin. Carlos can see Fuzzy, his comfort bear, peeking out over the top.

“Hey buddy,” he says, crouching down and giving his nephew a smile. “Tummy bothering you?”

Sebastian nods but doesn’t say anything, another sign that something is wrong. Usually he’s a chatterbox, happy to talk about school or his friends or soccer. Carlos smiles wider, despite the worry swirling in his gut, trying for calm and reassuring uncle. “Do you remember my boyfriend T.K.? From the party at Abuela and Abuelo’s house?” Carlos asks and Sebastian’s eyes move over his shoulder to where T.K. is standing behind him. He gets another nod.

“He’s going to take a look at you, okay?” Carlos says, standing up and moving back to where Lucía is anxiously hovering behind the couch so that T.K. has space to work.

“Hey Sebastian,” T.K. says as he takes Carlos’ spot. “You know I’m a paramedic, right?”

“Yeah,” Sebastian says, his voice small.

“Do you know what a paramedic does?”

“Help people feel better?”

T.K. smiles and nods. “That’s right. So let’s see if I can help you feel better, sound good?”

“Mhmm.”

“Awesome. Okay, I’m going to pull down the blanket and take a look. You tell me if anything hurts, all right?”

He gently pulls down the blanket and places his fingers on Sebastian’s wrist, looking at his watch while he does it. He pulls out a stethoscope he had in the car and listens to the little boy’s lungs, then takes his temperature with the thermometer Lucía has on the coffee table. He narrates quietly the entire time, letting Sebastian know what he’s doing as he does it.

“Okay, let’s see that belly,” he finally says with a smile.

He pulls up the top of Sebastian’s Power Rangers pajamas, talking to him softly while his hands palpate his abdomen. “You like Power Rangers huh? Which one is your favorite?”

“Red,” Sebastian says immediately. “He’s the head guy.”

“He is,” T.K. says. “I always liked the Green one though.”

Sebastian winces and makes a noise that breaks Carlos’ heart in half. T.K.’s hands immediately immediately stop. “Sorry buddy,” he says. “That hurt?”

Sebastian nods and T.K. gently puts his pajama shirt back into place. “I’m going to go talk to your mom and tío. You stay right here and make sure this couch doesn’t go anywhere, okay?”

He gets to his feet and nods toward the hallway where Carlos and Lucía follow him out of Sebastian’s earshot. “His pulse is a little fast and there is some tenderness in his abdomen,” T.K. says quietly. “That coupled with the fever and the lethargy is definitely concerning.”

Lucía puts her hand on Carlos’ arm and he covers it with his own in an attempt at reassurance. “So what should I do? Wait until the morning and see how he is? Give him more meds?” she asks.

“Considering his symptoms, I would recommend you take him to the ER,” T.K. says gently.

She blows out a breath as Carlos’ stomach drops. “Okay,” she says. “Okay um, okay. I’ll just wake up Nicholas and…”

“No, no, no,” Carlos says quickly. “No I’ll call Mom and ask her to come be with Nicky. I’ll stay until she gets here.”

“And I’ll go with you to the ER,” T.K. offers. “I can walk you through all the paperwork, field questions from the doctors, whatever you need.”

“Seriously?” Lucía looks teary eyed. “You’ll come?”

“Of course,” T.K. says. “Why don’t you go grab whatever might help keep him calm while we’re there? iPad or a book maybe. It could be a long wait.”

“Okay, right. Yes. Give me like five minutes and I’ll be ready,” she says, rushing off to go gather supplies.

“What are you thinking?” Carlos asks immediately.

T.K. has his neutral paramedic face on, but Carlos has learned to read between the lines. “I’m thinking it could be a number of things,” T.K. says. “Just a stomach bug maybe, but even if it is I think he’s dehydrated. And given his symptoms and the decline, I’m also worried about an impacted or perfed bowel or maybe even appendicitis.”

“How worried?”

T.K. blows out a breath. “Worried enough that I wouldn’t wait until the morning to try and get him some treatment.”

His words unlock a whole new level of fear that Carlos has never experienced before, and it takes a lot for him to stay calm as he calls his mom and explains the situation. Lucía returns with a tote bag full of supplies and T.K. scoops up Sebastian, carrying him out to the car with Lucía on his heels.

“Mom says she’ll be here in fifteen minutes. I’ll be right behind you,” Carlos promises as T.K. sets Sebastian gently in the backseat, pillowing his head on Lucía’s lap.

“Can you call Justin?” Lucía asks, looking like she’s barely holding it together. “He knows Sebby’s sick but I want him to know we’re heading to the ER.”

“Yes,” Carlos says. “I’ll call him as soon as I’m back inside.”

“Hey,” T.K. catches his eye as he climbs into the driver’s seat. “I’ve got them, okay?”

“I know you do,” Carlos says and then the door is shut and they’re gone, leaving him standing in the driveway, his heart in his stomach.

He trudges back into the house and sinks onto the couch, eyes glued to Nicholas’ sleeping form on the baby monitor. He’s not a parent, so why does this feel so awful?

It takes him a minute to emotionally prepare for this phone call and he has to take a deep breath before tapping Justin’s name on his screen.

It rings and rings and then sends him to voicemail, so he tries again. And again. The third time, Justin finally picks up.

“Dude, if this is a butt dial I’m going to kill you,” his brother-in-law says groggily.

Carlos forgot that it’s nearly midnight on the east coast right now. “Justin,” he says, trying to keep his voice steady.

“What’s wrong? Are Lucía and the boys okay?” Justin immediately sounds more awake now that he’s heard Carlos’ voice.

“Everyone’s safe,” Carlos tells him quickly. “I’m at your place with Nicholas because Sebastian’s feeling worse. She and T.K. are on the way to the ER with him.”

There’s a pause, Carlos can practically feel Justin’s panic through the phone. “Okay, um, okay,” he finally says. “Shit, I’m in Atlanta. There won’t be any flights for hours…”

“My mom’s on her way here to stay with Nicholas,” Carlos says. “I’ll head to the hospital and keep you updated, okay?”

“Yeah, okay, um, thanks Carlos,” Justin says, sounding a little hoarse. “Please um, please tell them I love them, okay? And that I’ll be on the first flight out I can get.”

“I will.”

He hangs up just as the front door opens and his mom comes in. “Carlitos,” she says softly and he immediately gets up to hug her. “How is Sebby?”

He shakes his head. “I’m not sure. They probably just got to the ER, it could be hours before we know anything.”

“And Lucía?”

“She’s worried,” he says.

“As are we all,” she says, empathy all over her face. “T.K. went with her?”

“Yeah, he said he’d help with things there.”

She smiles softly and touches his face. “You picked a good one mijo. Not every man would drop everything to help his boyfriend’s family.”

There’s a lump in Carlos throat and he struggles to speak past it. “I know.”

“You should get going.”

“Okay. Nicholas is asleep in his crib. I called Justin, he’s working on getting a flight back.”

She nods. “Keep me posted.”

“I will.”

The drive to the hospital is so lonely and silent that it makes each minute feel even longer beneath the glow of the streetlights. How on earth did he go from having dinner with his boyfriend to taking his nephew to the ER? It’s ridiculous. They should be home right now, cuddling on the couch or the bed, watching some stupid show that neither of them really cares about because what they’re actually interested in is making out with each other.

Instead he’s about to spend hours in a hard plastic chair praying that a six year old he loves dearly is going to be all right.

He’s so anxious to get there that he doesn’t realize until he’s through the doors that he has no idea where he’s going. Or even if they’re gong to let him stay. Surely they’re not going to let three adults hang out in the ER in the middle of the night when one would suffice.

He forgot he has T.K. Strand in his corner.

“How can I help you?” the nurse asks when he steps up to the counter.

“I’m here for my nephew? Sebastian Bryant? He came in with my sister,” Carlos says, feeling awkward.

“Oh you’re Carlos,” she says immediately. “T.K.’s boyfriend.”

“I—yeah,” Carlos says, surprised by her familiarity.

“I’m Stella. It’s so nice to finally meet you, although I wish it wasn’t because your nephew’s in here. T.K. talks about you all the time.”

“He does?”

“Oh my god, try getting him to stop. Carlos this, my boyfriend that, and now I see why. You two are gorgeous together,” she says, flashing him a smile. “Here come with me. I’ll take you to them. Darlene? Can you cover the desk?”

Stella takes him down a hall, past the general area of the ER to a more closed off section. It’s not a room, but it’s quieter here, and Carlos can hear T.K.’s voice even before Stella pulls back the curtain to reveal him.

“Found someone who belongs to you,” Stella says.

T.K.’s eyes find him, soft and relieved. “Hey, I was just about to text you an update. Thanks so much Stella.”

“No problem. I’m going to check and see where we’re at with the tests and then I’ll be back.”

“How’s it going?” Carlos asks quietly.

Sebastian is asleep in the bed, an IV in his arm and Fuzzy tucked in beside him. Lucía is sitting in a chair next to him, his little fingers curled around hers.

“They’re going to take him for a CT as soon as one opens up,” she says quietly. “He was crying when we got here, but they gave him some pain medication and he fell asleep like ten minutes ago.”

“Good,” Carlos says in relief. It feels so much better to know that there are people actively working to help Sebastian. “Nicholas is with Mom, he was still asleep when I left. And Justin’s getting on the first flight he can in the morning.”

“Okay.”

Lucía’s face crumples and she immediately puts her hands over her mouth to stifle a sob. T.K. looks at Carlos. “I’m going to go grab us some coffee,” he says, slipping discreetly out of the room.

Carlos squats down by his sister’s chair and puts a hand on her knee. She immediately covers it with her own and squeezes. “I’m sorry,” she says. “He just—he’s so little. He was so scared when we got here, it’s so bright and they put in the IV and he cried and I just, I need Justin to be here, because I am not strong enough for this.”

“He’s coming,” Carlos says. “He’s coming as fast as he can. And until he does I’m here, all right? I’m here with you and Mom is with Nicholas. Sebastian is going to be fine. He’s scared, but you’re taking such great care of him. You are an amazing mom. You’re doing everything right.”

She nods a couple times, clearly trying to internalize his words before taking a deep breath and wiping her eyes. “You know um, T.K. is pretty amazing too,” she tells him, wiping at her eyes. “I thought we’d be here for hours before we got answers, but he called ahead in the car and that nurse, Stella, was waiting for us. As soon as we were in the door they were drawing blood and starting tests. It’s like they rolled out the red carpet.” She nods toward the doorway. “Not everyone would do that kind of thing for someone they barely know.”

“That’s T.K.,” Carlos says, warmth blooming through his chest at her words. “He’s…incredible.”

“You know, I already liked him a lot, but now…” She quirks a smile. “You’d better hold onto him.”

Carlos nods, heart fluttering away in his chest. “That’s the plan.”

T.K. comes back with coffee right about the same time someone shows up to take Sebastian for his CT scan. He’s unhappy to be woken up, but mollified when Carlos promises to take him for ice cream once a week for the next month.

The nurse is incredible, telling Sebastian he’s going to go on a ride in a spaceship, although that does nothing to help Carlos’ heart when they start the sedation and he watches Sebastian’s eyelids flutter shut, his body going limp in a weirdly unnatural way. He’s gone for over an hour, all of them sipping tepid hospital coffee in a desperate attempt not to fall asleep as the clock ticks later and later.

When the orderly returns with him he’s completely zonked out and Carlos hopes he’ll stay that way. It’s not long after that an ER doctor shows up and informs them that the CT scan is indicating appendicitis, despite Sebastian’s slightly atypical presentation of symptoms. Lucía takes the news better than Carlos thought she might, she’s clearly relieved to have an answer and a defined course of action, even if it does mean a surgery they’re told is being scheduled for the early hours of the morning. Someone will be by soon to get them admitted and transferred to a room for the night.

“You guys should go home” she says. “You’ve done more than enough, really. He’s just going to sleep until it’s time for surgery and they’re not going to let you come into the room with us anyway.”

“Don’t worry about them kicking us out,” T.K. says immediately. “If you want us to stay that won’t be a problem.”

She smiles at him. “You’ve done more than enough tonight. I’ll be fine. I promise. Go home and get some sleep.”

Carlos is reluctant to leave her, but she’s right. There’s no point in staying when it’s so late and nothing is going to happen until morning anyway. The moment of crisis is past and now there’s nothing to do but wait.

“I’ll come back in the morning for his surgery,” Carlos says.

“You don’t have to—“ She must catch the look of determination in his eyes because she cuts herself off and nods. “Okay. Thank you.”

He stands and she meets him with a brief hug before she turns to T.K. “I really can’t thank you enough. I don’t think I would have made it tonight without you T.K.,” she says.

“Yes you would have,” he says graciously. “But I’m glad I could help. If anything changes in the night you have my number, don’t be afraid to call.”

“I will.”

Carlos can’t help but notice that T.K. gets a slightly longer hug than he did and the warm feeling in his chest only intensifies. He reaches for T.K.’s hand as they head out into the hall and T.K. gives him a tired smile in return. “Oh, hang on one second,” he says as they pass the nurses station, letting go of Carlos’ hand. “I’ll be right back.”

He jogs over and flashes that winning smile again at the nurse who’s there, not Stella this time, and chats with her for a minute before returning to Carlos’ side. “What was that about?” Carlos asks, interlacing their fingers together again.

“I just wanted to make sure they put Sebastian in a private room,” T.K. says. “They have the space, Natalie says it won’t be a problem.”

“Natalie huh?” Carlos says as they exit the automatic doors and head for the darkened parking structure. “She also falls victim to your beautiful eyes and charming smile?”

“Victim?” T.K. scoffs. “No one is a victim. I have paid for these hospital perks with dozens of coffees and donuts and muffins and even the occasional Target run. This is just good natured southern kindness being returned.”

Carlos laughs out loud. “Right. Not a single bit of it has to do with your innate charm and that smile that brings people to their knees and makes them feel like they’re only person you’ve ever cared about.”

“I mean, it had to start somewhere,” T.K. says, flashing him that exact smile. “But we’ve come a long way since then.”

“Well thank you,” Carlos says, meaning it from the bottom of his heart. “I honestly I don’t how to say thank you enough. My family is…they’re so important to me and I…”

“Hey.” T.K. tugs him to a stop and meets his gaze under the half light of the parking garage. “They’re important to me too.”

The drive home is blessedly short and they fall into bed exhausted at around midnight only to wake up again at five to head back over to the hospital. Carlos tells T.K. he doesn’t have to come, but the look he gets shuts him up immediately. T.K. is clearly invested.

They stop for coffee on the way, real, decent coffee, and some bagels, plus a cake pop for Sebastian after surgery.

He gets a text update as they’re pulling up to the hospital again; Justin is on a flight and should get there by the time the surgery is over. It’s a relief to know his sister will have her support to lean on again in the near future.

Once they arrive Carlos sits back and watches in wonder as T.K. works his magic. Someone shows up to give Sebastian not one, not two, but three different stuffed toys along with a coloring pack and some Hot Wheels cars. T.K. sits down on his bed and explains the whole surgery in terms a six year old an understand, and when the time comes, Sebastian is whisked off without a single tear.

He’s seen T.K. at work before, but this is an entirely different level of incredible. He knows almost every nurse, every doctor, every orderly that they see, and if he doesn’t, by the time they leave he’s made them feel like an old friend. People can’t seem to do enough for him.

Justin gets there about twenty minutes after the surgery starts, exhausted and haggard looking, his collared shirt buttoned the wrong way and his hair looking like he didn’t even comb it. T.K. somehow procures fresh, non-cafeteria coffee for him, whispering something about the doctor’s lounge, as well as a banana and a granola bar.

Everything goes exactly as expected and soon enough the doctor is back to let them know that Sebastian was a champ during surgery and they expect a quick recovery. Lucía and Justin head back to wait with him until the sedation wears off, while Carlos and T.K. continue hanging out in the waiting room until Sebastian can have more visitors.

When Carlos hears a loud commotion behind him, he knows without even looking that reinforcements have arrived. Adriana and Francesca have shown up with more balloons than a circus, a gigantic stuffed bear, and several bags of god only knows what else. “Oh my god, Cesca don’t let them float away,” Adriana is saying as they try and get through the automatic doors that keep closing before all the balloons can make it through.

“I’m not!” Francesca snaps back. “It’s the stupid doors! You could like try to help!”

“With what hands?” Adriana cries, her arms full of stuffed bear.

“Ah, perfect,” Carlos says weakly, looking at T.K. who is already smiling at his sister and cousin’s antics.

“Carlos! Get over here!” Francesca barks and he stands with a sigh, going to help her get in the doorway.

“Hello, good morning, how are you guys doing?” Carlos prompts as he grabs the brightly colored strings and yanks them inside, the balloons bopping along behind and nearly smacking an elderly woman in the face.

“I mean you’re both awake and have coffee, so I assume you’re fine,” she tells him as she plonks into a seat across from T.K.

“Yeah, geez, way to make our nephew’s surgery about you,” Adriana says with a roll of her eyes.

Carlos doesn’t bother to remind her that technically Sebastian is a cousin to her, not a nephew; labels other than “familia” ceased to have any meaning to them long ago. “So what’s the deal? Is he okay?” Francesca asks.

“The surgery went well,” T.K. says. “Sebastian’s appendix didn’t rupture, so the chances of infection are low. He should be able to head home in a day or so.”

“Phew. Poor little dude. This sucks,” Francesca says.

“But he’s okay,” Adriana says. “That’s what’s important. Everyone is okay. And all his friends are going to be very jealous when he gets back to school.”

She opens one of the bags and pulls out a tray of something that immediately fills the air with the scent of tomatoes and cheese. “Why do you have tamales?” Carlos asks. “It’s ten am.”

“Because Mom told us to go by the house and bring them over,” Francesca says. “She doesn’t, and I quote, ‘want anyone eating that hospital garbage, it will rot their stomachs.’”

“Sounds like your mom,” T.K. says with a cheeky smile as he reaches for one of the tamales.

“We also have…taquitos, mac and cheese for Sebastian, and…arroz con pollo,” Francesca says, checking the other bags.

“Your mom just had this all on hand?” T.K. asks, his mouth full.

“Tía Andrea always has everything on hand,” Adriana says.

Despite his initial scoffing, by the time Justin comes back an hour later to tell them Sebastian is up for visitors, Carlos has eaten three tamales, half a dozen taquitos, and a plateful of arroz con pollo. Apparently hospitals make him hungry. They’ve also fed four nurses and an orderly that T.K. knows, and they haven’t even put a dent in what’s there.

Justin looks a little less of a mess now, he’s clearly spent some time in front of a mirror and his shirt is buttoned the right way now. He’s smiling in spite of the tiredness in his eyes, which widen in delight at the sight of the food. “Oh thank god for Andrea,” he says, immediately reaching for a taquito.

“Hey, how do you know it wasn’t us?” Adriana asks, clearly offended.

Justin fixes her with a look and she shrugs. “I mean, yeah it was Tía Andrea, but we’re the ones that brought it over here,” she says.

“Thank you for your service,” Justin says around a mouthful.

“How’s Sebastian?” Francesca asks.

“Better than Lucía or me,” he says. “He says it barely hurts and he’s very excited to have a cool scar.” He looks at T.K. “Apparently you’ve really made this hospital experience feel like a vacation T.K.”

“I’m just glad he’s doing all right,” T.K. says.

“Can we see him?” Carlos asks.

“Yeah,” Justin says. “Lucí sent me to get you all.”

“Well then let’s get this party moved!” Francesca says, closing up the tupperware with incredible speed built from years of cleaning up house parties and hiding the evidence before their parents got home.

They make quite a parade marching through the pediatric wing of the hospital with balloons and bears and food galore. But then, the Reyes clan usually does. They’re not exactly known for being a calm and quiet bunch.

Sebastian is sitting up in bed eating a popsicle, looking like the happiest human alive even with an IV in his arm and stitches in his side. “Sebby!” Francesca says happily. “You’re looking good there buddy!”

“You brought me balloons?” he asks as Lucía quickly rescues his popsicle, which is in danger of falling to the floor.

“We brought you balloons and a bear and macaroni and cheese from Abuela,” Adriana tells him.

“Can I have mac and cheese right now?” he asks Lucía.

“Let’s maybe wait until after the doctor comes by again,” she says.

“But then I can have it? And the ice cream Tío Carlos promised me?”

It gets a chuckle from everyone in the room.

The women start to fuss, setting up the balloons and bear in the best possible place, but Carlos’ eyes are on T.K. who is not-so-subtly checking out all the monitors and lines, ensuring that things are exactly as they should be. God, he loves this man. He loves him more than he thought he could ever love a human being.

“Well this looks like a party!” A man whose name tag identifies him as Dr. Nguyen, comes into the room, iPad in hand. Carlos assumes this must be the surgeon. “Sebastian who are all these fine people who came to visit you?”

“This is my Tía Cesca and my Tía Adriana. They brought me balloons,” Sebastian says, pointing to them in turn.

“Well that’s very nice.”

“And that’s my Tío Carlos,” Sebastian says.

“Oh, is this the Tío you were telling me about? The one who’s a paramedic and helped you feel better?”

“No, my Tío Carlos is just a police officer,” Sebastian says. “My Tío T.K. is the one who’s a paramedic.” He turns his head to look at where T.K. is standing next to his IV pole. “Paramedics help people feel better. Right Tío?”

T.K. freezes for a second, his eyes locking with Carlos’. “Um, yeah,” he says finally. “Yes, that’s right. Paramedics help people. And then doctors help them even more.”

“Yeah, Dr. Nguyen took my appendix out,” Sebastian says. He looks the doctor square in the face. “My mom says you have to tell me if I can have mac and cheese or not.”

Dr. Nguyen laughs. “I can do that. Let’s give you a little check up and see.”

“We’ll give you some privacy,” Francesca says, which is hilarious given that she hasn’t let anyone have a single minute of privacy since the day she was born.

They step out into the hall, Adriana and Francesca immediately abandoning T.K. and Carlos to go look for hot doctors. Carlos runs a hand through his curls and looks at where his boyfriend is leaning up against the wall. “Well I guess we know who his new favorite tío is,” he says.

T.K. looks up, uncharacteristically nervous. “I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that. You’re not just a police officer.”

Carlos chuckles. “Oh I’m sure he meant it exactly like that. Tío Carlos is just a tío who wrestles and gives him ice cream. Tío T.K. saves lives. You made an impression.”

T.K. blushes. “I’m glad I could help.” His gaze softens. “I can’t believe he called me tío.”

And despite the fact that no one in the family has ever referred to T.K. that way before, Carlos isn’t surprised in the least. “Is that okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” T.K. says quickly. “Yeah I—as long as you and your family are okay with it. I don’t…I wouldn’t want him to be confused.”

“He’s not confused.” Carlos’ words are soft and he reaches down, intertwining their fingers. “I don’t think anybody is confused anymore about why you’re so important to me.”

T.K. meets his gaze and Carlos feels like he can see all the way into the vulnerability at the core of this man who came here so broken and lost, and is just starting to figure out how vital he is to everyone around him. Carlos leans in and their lips meet, soft and sweet. It’s not enough to really say thank you, he’s not sure he can ever truly find a way, but in this moment he knows he’ll try. Everyday for the rest of his life if he needs to.

The door to Sebastian’s room opens and Carlos reluctantly pulls back, keeping their hands firmly clasped even when T.K. starts to pull away a little. “Bad news,” Lucía says. “Mac and cheese is off the table until tomorrow. T.K., he would like to know if you have any connections that can get him jello instead. But only the red kind. Not the green.”

“Absolutely,” T.K. says, already pulling out his phone to send a text. “Red jello coming right up.”

Carlos shakes his head and smiles as they reenter the room, Sebastian’s face lighting up when he sees T.K. again. Carlos has always thought T.K. seemed like magic. And now everyone else can see it too.

#911 Lone Star #Tarlos #911lsfic #Tarlos Fic #The Reyes Family (My Version)#Adriana and Francesca #Whump of a minor #Appendicitis #Family #Competent T.K. Strand #T.K. shows off his paramedic skills

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x-liv25-jamieswife · 4 days

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Xander and Gigi head cannons pls?

xander and gigi head canons

of course<3. they will literally be the best duo imaginable. i can feel it. not proof read so i apologize if anything doesn't make sense. hope you like them <3. @catapparently helped a bit with this one.

they will literally prank everyone all the damn time. they have a white board filled with prank ideas. (they once replaced jamie's alcohol with disgusting juice mixes they made. jamie ended up barfing for an entire day)

gigi is into robotics and stuff but doesn't know much about it. xander will sit with her for hours a day trying to explain everything to her.

they love playing twister for some odd reason. they're always trying to beat each other's scores.

xander is one of the only people (if not the only person) who gives her coffee voluntarily.

gigi loves lemon flavored scones and xander loves the blueberry ones, so they're always debating and fighting over who is right. (their debates get so intense. once, xander ended up in the pool naked (don't ask me how))

they comment on each other's posts saying things like "omg slay girl boss you ate that up" and stuff like that

when they gossip, they literally hold nothing back. gigi will be talking about a hookup (if she has any), and she'll be like 'and then he pulled out and he said "*****" to me whilst touching my **** and i literally almost came'. xander just sits there half traumatized and half really invested.

gigi writes fanfic on ao3 and will dedicate her fics to xander

speaking of fanfics, xander is also her beta reader sometimes

they cause arguments wherever they go. they'll be having dinner with skye, zara, and the others, and they'll purposely say smth like "omg did you hear that skye hooked up with zara's husband". everyone starts screaming, and they just sit in the back eating popcorn

they listen to cupcakke (the girl with the really dirty songs) together and scream the lyrics.

gigi once walked in on xander getting dressed (he was completely naked). she was so shocked she couldn't move, and xander just stood there staring at her. gigi managed to walk away (disgusted bc she just saw one of her closest friends naked), and xander was blushing profusely cause he was embarrassed.

they have the weirdest nicknames for each other. they call each other things like 'my little sugar plum sprinkled with pickles' or stuff like that.

xander flirts with gigi around grayson just to piss him off and gigi does the same (grayson gets weirded out cause although xander and gigi aren't related, he's related to both of them)

when they facetime, they literally bring each other everywhere. xander will literally go to the toilet with her on the phone. they have no shame.

they have an insta account together where they post the craziest shit ever (they sort of post videos like the sturniolo triplets. i don't watch them, but from what i've seen they remind me of gigi and xander)

xander and gigi make edits of gigi's cats and post them on tiktok.

they both decided to get a helix piercing. (they have matching earrings).

xander and gigi go to sex shops and laugh at the toys. they'll see lingerie or smth and gigi will go 'it's so coquette it turns me off'

gigi and xander cannot spell properly when they text. they'll be trying to say 'yoo wanna come over for a sleepover' but it comes out as 'yu wsna cime ocer for a skeepkowr' or smth like that

they were once at the park pushing each other down slides, but gigi pushed xander too hard and he fell face first into the grass.

after this event, she changed his contact name to 'grass eating cow'

gigi is a little too comfortable around xander. she asks him things like 'do you think one of my boobs is bigger than the other' or 'do you think my ass is slapable'. xander usually just stays quiet unless gigi insists he responds, and then he panics and says something random.

they go to stores to just touch all of the blankets until they find the softest ones, and then they buy them. in their opinion, you will not get a good night's sleep if you don't have a good blanket.

they get really cold easily so they're always huddled up together in a corner.

gigi is the grumpiest person you could ever imagine when she's on her period. xander runs around getting her everything she asks for when she has cramps and stuff freaking out because he doesn't want her to kill him.

gigi and xander vent to each other a lot. they're really similar and so they get each other like no one else does. they cry in each others arms regularly but always end up laughing bc some of their problems are just so stupid.

gigi helps him draw his missing eyebrow back on for events with an eyebrow pencil. she's gotten quite good at it.

at the end of the year, they organize this event where they talk about their fav fanfics and crown one as their absolute fav (they have different categories like smut, romance, au, etc)

for halloween one year, gigi dressed up as a dildo and xander as a pocket p*ssy (gigi dared him to)...

(don't mind that last one, my sister dared me to add it)

#the inheritance games #jameson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #avery grambs #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #gigi grayson

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freshiegayboi · 2 months

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All the Sanses playing "never had I ever" and it getting steamy. Except Blue has drunk every single time for anything they could think of. Everyone has a conniption.

you. you get it /lh

went with the ever fun Blue and the Bad Sans Poly for this, just to keep it funky lol enjoy!!

(this one gets a little nsfw, so its under the cut for talk about kinks and suggestive stuff. please do not read if you are under 18!!)

~.~

Laughter filled the castle, and had been for a couple hours. The longer the drinks were brought out, the louder the gleeful sounds got, until Nightmare finally cut them off. Water only, but as a consolation he permitted them to play a few group games, without his supervision.

He knew they were less likely to try anything violent with how drunk they'd all gotten, but he was also fairly likely to come back to something less than innocent if he didn't give them something else to do.

It was Horror that had recommended Never Have I Ever, a simple game that while usually had alcoholic drinks accompanying it, was easily supplemented with weird sodas. Blue had agreed easily; surely it couldn't get too bad.

Now armed with ranch, bacon, bubblegum and other various flavored sodas, they started in almost immediately on the most hardcore things they could think of.

"Never have I ever kissed someone until they couldn't breathe!" Killer said, smirking as both Horror and Cross blinked, then took a drink, grimacing at the taste of synthetic bacon. All of them did a double take, however, when Blue also took a drink. He didn't seem to notice them all staring at him until he glanced up from his phone, his sockets widening.

"What?"

Killer shook himself out of his shock, waving a hand. "You're just a lot more kinky than we thought, Baby Blue, that's all! Your turn Dusty~"

Dust gave him a look, then signed a quick "Never have I ever spanked anyone."

This time Killer took a drink, gagging at the horrendous taste of fake bubblegum, as well as Cross. But they all stared as, once again, Blue took a drink with them.

"...Blue?" Horror asked, Blue startling as he realized they were all staring at him again with something only definable as total shock.

"What? I like impact play!"

Horror blinked, but shrugged. "Alright. My turn, I guess. Never have I ever... Used a knife on somebody."

Killer raised a brow, Horror huffing a laugh as he supplemented a "Sexually."

Dust took a drink. Killer took a drink. Blue took a drink.

And once again, they all stared. Blue stared back, perplexed through the state of being drunk off his ass, and finally said...

"...I've literally done all these things with you guys."

And well. There was truth to that, wasn't there?

#fresh writes #undertale #sanscest #blue and the bsp #bad sans poly #suggestive themes #alcohol consumption #let me know if i should tag anything else

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fictionadventurer · 10 months

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I happened to see a good chunk of the Netflix Persuasion. I can't give a complete review or analysis or whatever, but I have thoughts.

This movie has some very pretty colors. I like cool color palettes, what can I say?

There was one shot of a purple sunset where I was like, "Oh, I could live in this picture."

The aesthetic was so trendy I couldn't take it seriously. The clothes were that 2019 Little Women cottagecore vibe with lots of poorly-fitted textures and layers and colors. I laughed out loud at the Big White Text announcing LYME or BATH, because it's such a specific vibe.

I tried to detach from any notion of it as an Austen adaptation, and just enjoy it as its own movie that just happens to take place in a history-flavored fantasy world where everyone uses modern speech. Because sometimes those stories can be fun. It still didn't work.

Because it mostly just confused me. It was this weird mish-mash of genres and tones that didn't really blend together. Oil and water. It was Pinterest and Hallmark and Austen and College Humor and Instagram and Feminism and it's all felt like it came from completely different movies.

It was trying to be a sincere period drama love story and a goofy parody at the same time and it just didn't work.

Like, there were some sweet moments in it. Anne talking about poetry to Captain Benwick was rather nice.

But then you've got things like the weird octopus-sucking-my-face story Anne tells at Lady Dalrymple's. Even that could have worked okay in context, because Mr. Eliot jumps in and turns it into a metaphor about identity, which helps to cover for Anne's awkwardness and shows that he's willing to help her out. But then they keep bringing up the octopus as a sort of pet name and it's just so weird and doesn't fit with the rest of the story.

I've gotten ahead of myself so I'm going to backtrack to some specifics.

Mary Musgrove was excellent. Spot-on. I love how she's visibly younger than Anne. First adaptation I've seen that emphasizes that.

It was interesting how they emphasized the Mrs. Clay storyline. It actually sparked some interesting thoughts about the differences between the male social climbing of the sailors (shown in a positive light in Austen) and the female social climbing of the marriage-seeking ladies (shown in a more negative light).

I've never had a clearer picture of why Mrs. Clay matters so much to Mr. Elliot. Even in the book, it's a bit muddy, but it's crystal clear here. Mr. Elliot telling us his schemes straight-out did have the benefit of making the story very easy to follow.

I've got to back up again.

They completely altered the Anne/Wentworth storyline by mixing around all the plot points.

After they go to Bath, Wentworth seeks out Anne, says that they haven't had a chance to talk, and tells her how he always admired how good she was in an emergency. And this was before the staircase scene. I was extremely confused, until it hit me--this is a dream sequence! This is how Anne wants it to play out, but then she'll wake up!

But no! This actually happened! Wentworth says all this very sincerely and passionately, leading up to him declaring...that he wants to be friends. (At least there's context for "We're worse than exes--we're friends.")

It completely alters the trajectory of their relationship. Instead of jumping from the passion of hatred to the passion of love, Wentworth has gone to the other end of the pole--friendly indifference. He likes Anne and is totally okay with her marrying someone else.

I think they changed it so Mr. Elliot could be a serious contender in the love triangle. Wentworth has let her go--can she find happiness with someone else? I'll admit it's an interesting change, even if it's not Persuasion.

But it also seems like they're trying to make Wentworth a Suitable Love Interest for the Twitter Generation. Wentworth gets weirdly bristly with Mr. Elliot. Then Wentworth apologizes because Anne is a strong woman who doesn't need his protection. He tells her she should have been able to be an admiral. He's being mature and letting go of his resentment and wishing her well and showing that he doesn't like Regency Gender Roles. It's like they're shaving away his character growth in favor of a bland Nontoxic Relationship (TM).

But then Anne likes Mr. Elliot because he's bad? He openly talks about how he's trying to wreck her father's relationship to get the title. He insults her family. And she likes it.

This version of Anne holds her family in contempt. She doesn't like them or how they treat her and she openly disdains it. So she connects with Mr. Elliot. But the book Anne seems sad for her family--she doesn't like their behavior because she wishes they could be better people. She has compassion while movie Anne is resentful.

Persuasion is all about restraint. This movie is all about lack of restraint. People speak bluntly and say what they think and openly insult people. It's a completely different culture from the usual Austen movie, because it's modern culture. Which emphasizes how little we value good manners and restraint.

It's also weird how in changing the story, they also turn it into a generic rom-com. There's a more blatant love triangle between the good boy and the bad boy. Wentworth is starting to fall in love with Anne, but he's got an opportunity to advance his career, and he has to decide within a few days, oh no! It's textbook romcom plot points.

There was another point that I'll probably think of later.

EDIT: Oh, I just remembered! I think it was that the movie was so interested in the vibes and emotions of each individual scene that it didn't bother to try to stitch them together in a coherent whole.

The ending kiss looked 1000% like the cover of a cheap romance novel.

And the final moral of "don't let anyone tell you how to live your life" feels so simplistic and selfish and weird.

Overall, I'm not angry. I'm just confused. It's not the type of movie to arouse any kind of emotion other than "Huh???" And maybe a bit of regret that they couldn't have done better things with the interesting bits.

#persuasion #netflix persuasion #jane austen #this is really bad and rambly but i can't put it into any better order #probably because of how disjointed the movie (and my watching experience) was #i wouldn't have sought out this movie in a million years but since it happened to be on in the background i took the opportunity #it was the best way to do it because i didn't feel like i was losing any of my life to actively choosing to watch this #i was just casually analyzing

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layelli · 1 year

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BNHA Boys (men) When You Give Them Handmade Chocolate

[xreader if the characters were brutally IC]

Hawks

This was the big day. Spending the entire Saturday afternoon in the kitchen would have been worth it. You fixed for the fifth time the little handwritten note on the box of chocolates. You glanced at the clock, it was almost time.

Hawks was famous for being too fast all the time and today didn't disappoint; he was three minutes early.

"Hi, there! I'd—"

Before he could say anything you shoved the box of chocolates in his hands and bowed to hide your blush. "I made it with my own hands, I hope you will like it!"

Hawks smiled and shook the box, "Sweet, thanks! Now can I have caramel macchiato with whipped cream?"

From the way your heart was pounding in your ears you almost missed his order.

Dabi

Dabi isn't a difficult man to spot when you know where to look. And you knew it very well: every Sunday morning a man covered in a black hoodie and sunglasses entered your favorite cafè; it must be him. So, armed with a box of handmade chocolate and a sweet note, you approached the villain. "Hello, sorry to interrupt, but this is for you!"

The man almost lowered his sunglasses to emphasize his astonishment. "Piss off, kid."

"It's handmade! I spent all afternoon on it."

"Right," he accepted the chocolates, "fuck off, now."

You couldn't contain the excited smile that appeared on your face and you ran to the bathroom, embarrassed. Thankfully you didn't see when he threw the box in the trashcan on his way out.

Shigaraki

You always studied in this cafè during the week but for a couple of months now you started to go also on Sunday. The reason is sitting a few tables away, hunched over his computer and focused on some kind of game. You took a deep breath and hugged the chocolate box.

"Hello," you bowed, he didn't even look up, "I made this for you. I didn't know which flavor you liked so I tried them all."

He was still ignoring you. "Excuse me?"

"'m busy."

"Oh, of course, sorry." You placed the box near him and left him alone. Maybe when he'll finish his game he'll read the note you left him.

You patiently waited in a corner of the cafè until he left; he surely had eaten the chocolates and there was no sign of the note, just some weird dust! He must have taken it with him!

#disclaimer: do not approach random criminals to give them chocolate #im not saying that *this * characterization is the perfect one #mha #bnha #my hero academia #dabi #dabi x reader #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #hawks #hawks x reader #imagine #coffeshop

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starsnores · 1 year

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Do you have any GamKar fic recommendations??

boy, do i!!! sorry this list is kind of long, i'll try to describe generally what they're about but some of them get Weird so please check the tags before you read them, ok?

Yeild To Me - PorcelainAlice A good flavor of pale gamkat, kinky pale cuddling with the focus on gamzee's claws and teeth and strength and karkat's comparative fragileness. also dips into a "moirail subspace" thing which i love.

Hoodoo - The_Almighty_Ro Gamzee using chucklevoodoos on karkat to manipulate him into loving devotion, soft kisses and want, a gentle and sweet violation. messed up in a very good way.

Tiny Feet - orphan_account :'( Gamzee's foot fetish, karkat reluctantly enjoys it. the author summary is "Gamzee's sudden interest in his feet makes him want to vomit." which is the vibe karkat gives the whole time even while he enjoys it, so.

Desperation Song - roachpatrol My number one!! most favorite gamkar fic!!! gamzee<>terezi, gamzee<3karkat, and karkat<3<terezi. It's a renaissance au and i've read it once a month for the past however long it's been since i first read it. Years at this point, lmao. the line "red as sin and twice as pretty," how they wrote gamzee's voice, and the general imagery is implanted so deep into my brain you couldn't remove it without killing me. Gamzee and terezi definitely use their positions of power over karkat to bully him into sex but he enjoys it and it never truly crosses a line for me into non-con, but just thought i'd warn for that.

Sins of the Heatmate - another orphan_account :'( Quadrant confusion, karkat goes into heat and has no matesprit so gamzee helps him through it all the while struggling with his own flushed feeling for karkat. Very horny, another one where i love how they wrote gamzee's voice.

Preoccupation - tenguoni Very simple sweet human au story, gamzee confesses to karkat and he doesn't quite know how to react that. "If you're not preoccupied with that Dave motherfucker, I could be your preoccupation." is another line that just sort of wedged itself into my psyche.

The Sermon - leporicide (orphan_account) Gamzee as a reaper type figure and karkat can't die. there's ritual sacrifice and then they have sex where the ritual sacrifice happened. asphyxiation kink and idk how else to describe what happens other then a death kink. la petite mort, lets say.

Bark Like A God - Space_gays_that_arent_in_space Gamzee is a demon who preys on people at a bar, and then he meets karkat. They fuck. I enjoy the vibe and imagery, love gamzee worshipping karkat like he was a gift from the messiahs themselves.

holding my breath with a baseball bat - Anonymous Pale gamkar, from gamzee's perspective and a lot about how he feels for karkat. very bittersweet and makes my heart hurt.

Kelpie - thatsrightdollface Gamzee as a kelpie in his lake being lonely when he meets karkat. I really love the "inhuman predator falls for soft little human" thing if some of the others didn't make that clear enough, lmao.

#asks #gamkar #i have more bookmarks but that's enough for now i think

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chenyann · 2 years

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A late night snack

Riddle rosehearts,Leona kingscholar, Azul ashengrotto,kalim al-asim, vil schoenheit,idia shroud and malleus draconia

Have you heard the rumor of beelzebubs kitchen? If you haven't let me tell you,it's said that in Nrc there is a ghost that roams the kitchen clearing out the fridge.The only way to keep the ghost away from the fridge is to keep lamb in it,but if you keep a slice of cake out the ghost will grant you fortune, strength and love.So hope you hear the fridge door open. cw:gn!reader,Midnight crack & fluff, sfw, unedited.

A/n:Take this draft that was made in the middle of the night and was rushed as freak okay.I also never really ate microwave ramen, I tried it once but it tasted weird so I just didn't like it? ALSO DOUBLE POST!?!?!??!?

riddle

Doesn't like it

He don't like waking up before 6 am

So you you woke him up at 4:38am he was mad.

Your just here like:(„• ֊ •„)੭ hey bro

he wobbles to the kitchen with you

AND WHEN I SAY HE GASPED SO LOUD😭😭😭 he felt 20 years go off his life(2 of those years were from is mom) when you pulled out 'microwavable ramen lunch shrimp flavor' (idk what flavors there are I don't eat them)

"Y/n?"

Hm?

"I'm not eating that"

It's the devils food y/nnie 👿

His mom told him list's of food that he shouldn't eat when they use to go shopping like????(·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) ew who eats that

after 3 minutes of you trying to persuade him he agrees

When you pull the diabetes ramen cup out of the microwave he feels like running

And he wished he did

But your smile was so alluring he couldn't help himself!

He feels like those don't do drugs ads💀

Time is going slow, it's only him and the soup as he watches you ate yours there is sweat on his brow and OH MY GOD AM I GONNA DIE!?

He won't dw(˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶)

I he just stares at it like???? Bro it's gonna get cold.

Then he eats it

......

.........

..............

"It's not as bad as I thought it would be"

[Insert smug mc here]

you rn:(￣︶￣) (naw that reminds me of anya)

He would want to wipe that smug look off your face

But nonetheless he did like it

Would he eat it again?

No.

Riddle gives it a 3/10

Leona

I have a itch he ate these before

(it was ruggie who gave it to him)

Hates it,hates you and hates life/j

We all know very well that Leona don't like getting woken up.

so when you woke him up at 2:21 am he didn't move

He had enough and woken up at 3:59am

Then when he heard you woke him up in the middle of the night for a stupid snack

He told you to just get it and eat it in the room

Oh look at that Leona is out of bed☺

Fr you carrying all the weight on your shoulders and it's not because Leona is leaning on you as you walk(￣∀￣)

you act like you are gonna pull out gourmet food

Then you pull out one of these:

he is so done with you

He would be like my roommate and pick out all the veggies before adding the water💀

He would also pour out the broth

As he saw you pull the ramen out he would just stare at you

He would eat it again

-because ruggie would feed it to him-

Leona score?

7/10

Azul

Little octopus ate these alot as a kid

But stopped when he went on a diet:(

I also think he dislikes waking up at night(๑•́ < •̀๑)

So when you woke him up just to eat he was upset

But who is he to say no to you(￣∀￣)

-pretty privileged-/j

-Him crushing on you privileged-/srs

He wobbles down to the kitchen with you and a blanket 💀

And you pull out a ramen cup

"OH! YUMM- I mean y/n that's fatty foods you know"

Bitch like you give a fuck🙄

Glare at him he will be quite

He will act like its yucky dirt (dirt be good tho)

But he really likes it

Although waking him up comes with a price 😈😈

He want to cuddle you and you have to bring him coffee in the morning 🧍

His rating?

10/10

I ment 0/10 *is being held at gun point*

But atleast cuddles will be given.

Kalim

He never ate these before(・・ ) ?

When you woke kalim up asking for food he was very close to waking Jamil

But you said you would make it!

EVEN BETTER

Kalim knows you won't poison him

So he trusts you (I would have just to show him to not trust others so easily)

So he drags you to the kitchen

Almost waking everyone in the process ♡

anyways when you pull out a ramen cup he was like oooooOooooo

He wants to know what that is

When you explain he is OUTSTANDED!

You just put it in the microwave and it turns to ramen?!?!?!!?!??!

Don't tell him you like it because he will buy all of the ramen known to man kind

Kalim also tells Jamil about it

Jamil hates it

Score!

10/10!

Vil

Rip

Vil is not getting out of that bed

He has to stay prime😇

So you make it and bring it into the room

Ps you smuggled it in the dorm💀

when he saw what you brought in the room

He wanted to kick you out

But he didn't 😗😗😗

He sat up and looked at you like how your mom would if she found out you got a 0 on that math test

And you offered him the other cup

Him rn:

"What is that!?"

Soup?

"THATS NOT SOUP Y/N"

He only took one bite😭😭

Waster

wasting food in this house is unallowed

Vil score

1/10

It needs improvement

Idia

Lives off them

So when you offered him one while he was playing 'together moons idols' he said yes ofc

And made you get a shopping list

He was bummed when you said you aren't going out😔😔😔

but when his show was going he zoomed back on it

You come in and he is still playing🧍

"I got the ramen"

......

"IDIA I HAVE THE RAMEN"

!?....Just sit it down (*´•__•`*)

fr jumpscared him💀

He eats it just fine

NAW WAIT YOU THINK HE PUTS THOSE GUMMY WORMS IN IT🤢🤢🤢

I know for a fact he gonna do something weird with it.

Broth drinker

Rating?

Ssr/10

So If a 10

Malleus

Huh?

He wakes up from his fake nap

And you taking about food

Ofc he says yes UwU☆ (omg I just cringed)

Malleus follows you to the kitchen

And he sees you pull out the ramen

He's like Hold up wait a minute 🤨

*Pulls out his flip phone 200*

Stop he has a flip phone I know it

WAOT!!!🥱😭😭😭😭😭

Malleus pulling up Firefox on his phone to look up ramen:

Ndaban I'll stop ✋

He looks it up and asks you about it

You're like 'mhm yea'

HE IS ESTATIC TO TRY IT!!!!!

when he does he is so happy

Loves it

He thinks its yummy (likely because its not Lilias cooking)

wants everyone else to try it

He would want another when he is done

Score

9/10

It burned his hand:(

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moa-broke-me · 1 year

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PJO characters and what I think their music tastes are (by the way, the internet? No longer an issue for the purposes of this post)

Rachel Elizabeth Dare: Oh, she's cool. Her playlist is made up, almost entirely, of artists you've never heard of until just now. Think about it, she's in New York City, so many talented people are prowling for a chance to strike it big, and as a rich person, she feels she owes it to them to give them a chance, and if she likes them, to endorse them publicly. She's canonically part of the avant-garde performance art scene, so this really isn't much of a stretch.

Percy Jackson: I think he tells people he likes Jimmy Buffet and other people like him, and he does, especially 'brandy you're a fine girl', mostly for nostalgia's sake because Sally used to play that on long road trips, so it's not a lie. But it feels like one. He knows that when people ask that question, they're trying to figure out what kind of person you are, and wants to convey that he's just this easygoing guy, y'know? Easy, breezy, beautiful, covergirl. Harmless and unassuming and kinda goofy, not much going on under the surface. But there IS a lot going on under the surface, he IS angry, and listens to a lot of angry, angsty music. Smashing Pumpkins, Insane Clown Posse, that kind of thing. But if you hand him the aux, he's not gonna play any of that personal shit for you unless he really trusts you.

Annabeth Chase: She's that girl that pretends not to like pop music because she doesn't wanna come across as a vapid airhead, but she's also learned that answering 'classical' won't win her any cool points, so she caves and just says she doesn't have a preference. Most of the time she's listening to music, it's not even like... With intention. She's just listening to music because she can't clean her room in silence. And for the most part... Yeah it's Taylor Swift. With some Journey and Bo Burnham thrown in there for flavor. Although she does have some weird things in there picked up from the weather reports on welcome to nightvale, because she's a podcast girlie.

Nico diAngelo: I think his time in the casino has exposed him to a dizzying variety of music in really quick succession, meaning he's very open-minded and genuinely will listen to just about every genre, every era, at least once. Also, he doesn't think to catagorize by genre, or even vibes, he just puts them all into the same playlist the minute he finds out they exist. Dean Martin, Will Wood, and everything in between is home in his playlist.

Hazel Levesque: Hazel, on the other hand, was dead for all that time. So while she's open to new music, she hasn't had the opportunity to adjust to this generation's sonic landscape, so she mostly prefers the classics of her time, or modern music that tries to recreate that sound. Think 'I will always think of you' from the Bojack Horseman soundtrack.

Will Solace: He loves Dolly Parton and the Dixie Chicks with his whole Texan heart. His playlist contains mostly that, and some of his mom's work too, although he feels a little weird listening to it because, like, that's his mom. It feels weirdly personal to share that with other people, but it's nice too, having that closeness with people. He's more open than Percy, more willing to be vulnerable with the people he loves, because he doesn't see his authentic self as something to hide.

Piper McLean: She's a theater kid through and through. Yes, once upon a time, she wanted to be just like daddy. And she loves, absolutely loves, belting her heart out to the entire soundtrack of whatever musical she couldn't get out of her head. Last week it was Twisted, this week it's West Side Story, next week, who knows?

(If there's anyone you want me to cover, just ask!)

#pjo #hoo #rachel elizabeth dare #percy jackson #annabeth chase #nico di angelo #hazel levesque #will solace #piper mclean

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panie-wanie-dean-bean · 8 months

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Totally not me pre-emptively getting Bitty AU Jack bags of skittles to share with Bitty Rory... Unless they are more into M&Ms. In which case I totally don't buy both as well as other sweets. Not me thinking how Bitty Shaun smiles over those mini resees cups and the Halloween edition kinds I certainly didn't buy just for him. >.>

Absolutely not going to spoil all the Bittys by making them clothes and furniture by hand... Couldn't be me. <.<

Btw what kind of styles and snacks do they like most? Asking for a friend...

I could see him and Rory liking both, but you might keep an eye on the bags if you get both. Jean's a little fucker and will mix them when no one's looking. Also Shaun loves those but you have to chop them up or break them up before hand because those things are half as big as he is and the mad lad will eat the whole thing if you let him

As for styles and snacks

Jack prefers healthier snacks like fruit bowls or carrot chips and he loves bright colors, though he does favor the primary colors the most

Rory's all about sweets, especially if they're baked goods. Rory prefers more pastels but still likes his colors nice and bright like Jack. If you made them matching outfits they'd die

Jean doesn't really do snacking. He prefers to have big meals (well, big for him) He also doesn't like anything from a box so have fun with that. (If you give him one of those mini stoves and ingredients he'll make his own food) He also has a "cool" style. If you make him a mini leather jacket he'll say he hates it then never take it off

Joseph is cool with anything so long as it isn't too "fancy" He loves some potato chips and will happily eat the crumbs from the bottom of the bag if you let him. He's also cool with whatever clothes you give him but he prefers bagger stuff. He's big for a bitty so most of the clothes he's ever worn have been far too small on him

Bo is a big fan of jerky and meat in general. He's very energetic so he needs a lot of protine and carbs (For his size anyhow) He likes dressing up as a dog! He's my first Bo that isn't actually a dog but he loves anything god related and will die if you make him any kind of ears, tail, or collar for him

Nick really likes boba pearls. One is about the size of a basketball for him and he really digs them. He'll especially love them if you give him a little bowl or cup with the tea part in it so he can have the whole experience. He leans more towards emo and gothic fashion but he also really digs leather

Shaun's a sucker for halloween candy of any kind and will devour a whole candy bar the size of himself if you let him (do not let him) He's also really into goth shit and would kiss you if you could make fishnets in his size

Ian loves any treat with cinnamon in it. He even likes those little cinnamon candies that burn your tongue. He loves pastels and more fem leaning clothes, though he'll always have a cute little blush wearing them, but that's half the fun I think. He also likes his clothes baggy but he'll wear something skin tight if it would make you happy

Berry really likes froyo! He'll ask for really weird flavors but he'll eat anything that's ice cold. He also has a very...normal style. He likes plain tee shirts and blue jeans. Though, if you made him a uniform for him to wear while he plays business man. He would also love it if you made or got him a little cart to sell "frozen treats" (it's just air)

#tyrian bizkits #whispers of an angry god #bitty au #sdj Jack #sdj Rory #sdj Jean #sdj Joseph #sdj Bo #sdj Nick #sdj Shaun #sdj Ian #sdj Barry

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a-startup-of-ferrets · 10 months

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So on Fridays, the boyfriend and the dogs and I have movie night, which usually leaves the ferrets unattended for a few hours. (I included them a few times, but they're just annoyed they can't run around wreaking havoc in the living room and giving Luna panic attacks.) The door to my room stays open, but apparently I don't hear as much as I think, because last week they got into my closet and I didn't notice. (Tchaikovsky has finally figured out that digging doesn't work, but has discovered how to pry the door open instead.) By the time I got there, they'd already gotten bored and were sleeping, so it was a while.

The next morning, I found poop in the corner that was about 50% pieces of white and gray rubber. I think one of them (probably Beethoven given the location and his preference for non-food items) got to the cheap dolphin-shaped stress ball I have, which is probably toxic. So that's not great. Also, I couldn't find the remains, even when I tore apart my closet looking for my last work shirt, so they may have consumed it all. But I gave them a laxative for a few days (which Beethoven loves even though it's mostly petroleum jelly; see my previous comment on him), and they seemed fine.

Until the morning after movie night this week, I found some really weird light-colored poop that also appears to have rubber in it. But they didn't get into my closet! And i havent given them treats in a few days (I know, I know, it's ferret neglect), so it couldnt be a bad reaction to something. So either (A) they (Beethoven) found something else to eat and I just haven't figured it out yet, (B) the rest of the toy sat in his stomach for an entire week, which would explain why it looked more digested but doesn't seem physically possible, or (C) they ferreted away (lol) the rest of the dolphin, and Beethoven realized that this was the one time of week he was least likely to be supervised and took the chance to eat it.

Anyway, now he gets more deliciously flavored petroeum jelly, which isn't exactly a punishment (I don't even think its the flavoring that he likes, since I used to have petroleum jelly based hand cream, and he would lick my hand every time i put it on), if you can even punish ferrets in the first place.

#ferrets #ferts #text #mine

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milkmily · 2 years

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IM SO GAY I NEED SOFT ROBIN PLEASE JUST ANYTHING HEADCANONS FIC I DONT CARE I LOVE HER

Bro I'm so gay for her too 😩😩

Pencil Girl [Robin Buckley]

Robin Buckley x reader

You draw whatever is beautiful to you. Like sunsets, plants, places, and even small things like charms. But when you stepped in to Scoops ahoy with your friends, you couldn't help but draw the one who handed you the ice cream, Robin.

Note: Let's say that Robin already came out to Steve.

You like to draw. You draw anything that is pretty or beautiful to you. A flower, a plant, a sunset, even people. But those people are just people you never thought of going further with. Like being friends or even more.

But that's when you saw her while scooping ice cream. A little weird, yes. But you thought she was the most beautiful person ever. So, you grabbed your sketchbook and began to draw her.

How it really happened was just you and some friends went to the mall. You probably spent more than what you were supposed to, but they were all going to be used for good. One of your friends wanted ice cream and you all agreed. You all headed to Scoops ahoy and that's when you saw the brown haired girl. It was your turn to walk up the register to ask for your ice cream.

"Hello." She said and you looked at her nametag. Robin. A beautiful name, just like her. "Hi." You say and she smiled. "What will I get you ladies?" Your friends ask for theirs and it was finally your turn to pick your ice cream flavor. "I'll have the [F/Ice cream." She nods and grabs a cone. She hands you the cone and she tells you how much it costs. You pay up and tip her by leaving it in the jar. You sat down and pulled your sketchbook out with a pencil.

Your friends talk about boys and stuff while you draw. They didn't mind as they knew you were like that. You ate your ice cream as you tried to sketch Robin. You would sneak a peek at her while she talked with a co-worker. She would raise a brow at him and then chuckle at whatever they were talking about.

"Hey, you ready to go [Name]?" Your friend asks. You nodded and put your stuff in your bag. Probably next time you'll be here again.

And you did come to Scoops ahoy again. But this time, alone. You walked up to the register and dinged the bell. Robin walks out and has a puzzled look on her face, but she changes it to a smile. "What can I get for you?"

"[F/Ice cream] please." She nods and goes to scoop your ice cream. This time you asked it in a cup in hopes of it not melting on your hand while you drew her. She hands you the small cup and you pay. You walked away and sat down, getting out your sketchbook and pencil.

And that would happen every Friday and Sunday. You'd go to Scoops ahoy, order your Ice cream, and draw her.

Robin saw you walk in on a Friday night, the busiest day, and she smiled. She breathes in, getting ready to get your order. But she just sees you take a seat and get out your notebook. Weird, this time you didn't ask for ice cream. She just shrugged and went to the backroom, where Steve was at. "She's here again dude!"

"Who?"

"Pencil girl!" She says. Robin likes to give nicknames to girls she finds cute or has a crush on. Steve knew who she was talking about and nodded. "Did she talk with you or anything?"

"No, she just took a seat and got out her pencil and notebook." She says and sits down on a chair. "Well, go up to her and ask what she is writing." Steve says. "That's stupid, she's probably doing homework or studying. Don't want to disturb her."

"She's studying in a mall? It's clearly very loud and there is a place called a library where people study." He says and Robin just rolled her eyes. "Also, reminder that it's summer-"

"Okay! she probably isn't studying but-"

She hears the bell clink, making her get up and stop the conversation they were having. "We will talk about this later." He just nods and Robin goes to the front to get the next order. She asks the group of girls what they want and she just nods. She hates middle schoolers, but she has to settle with this to have money.

She looks over at you and you two make eye contact till you look back down at your paper and move your pencil. What could you be writing down that makes you come to Scoops ahoy?

Sunday came and she readied herself. She smiles at you and you smile back at her. You order your ice cream and Robin hands it to you. Robin noticed that your "notebook" wasn't a notebook because there weren't any lines. Just blank paper.

Robin sees you seated while you draw, or whatever you do. But your conversation never got further from simple hellos, your order, and a "have a great day."

For sure you knew Robin's name, but she didn't know yours. And she loved that you were so mysterious. This made her more determined to know more about you. But at the same time, she couldn't. She hasn't even asked for your name!

Robin's thoughts get interrupted by Steve and she looks at him. "Pencil girl is here." He says as he grins at her. Robin rolls her eyes and sees Steve go to the backroom. She adjusted her work uniform and fixed her hair a bit. She walks to the register and sees you smiling. "Hello." Robin says and you say, "Hi Robin." Robin's heart was beating like crazy. You finally said her name! "What can I get for you?" Robin asks.

"What do you recommend? I'm kinda getting tired of [F/Ice cream] and want to try something new." You say. This was going well. You were having a conversation with her. You are interested in her! Probably.

Robin thinks and then says, "Well I see people getting-"

"No, I want to try the ice cream you like." You interrupt her. Robin nods and smiles. "I really do like mint chocolate and strawberry cheesecake." She says and you nod. "I'll get the first option then." You say and she nods. "Cup or cone?"

"Cup please." You say and get your money ready. Robin types in the numbers in the cash register and it opens. You hand her the money and leave a tip. You walked to your usual spot and this time, you just got out your sketchbook. She walks back in the room where Steve is and she then says, "Steve, she said my name."

"What?"

"SHE SAID MY NAME! WE ACTUALLY HAD A CONVERSATION! OH MY GOD!" Robin yells and Steve shushes her. "Calm down! Okay, just chill!"

"I can't! You have no clue how happy I am right now. I'm like a little kid who opened his present and actually got what he wanted." Steve just chuckled and shook his head. "So, did you get her name?"

"Shit."

"Seriously! Come on! You are literally head over heels for her and you haven't even asked for her name?!"

"Shut up!" She yells and sits down. "Dude, how do you convert with someone you like?"

"You just talk with them." Steve says. Robin sighs and says, "Oh yeah, sure let me just walk up to her and say "Hey, I like you a lot and I need to know your name. Also, you are really cute."

"Yeah, pretty much." Robin groans. "You suck at this." She says and grabbed the marker and wrote a line under the "You suck". Steve rolls his eyes and hears the bell dinged. "I'll go." He says and then walks back in. "Pencil girl." Steve says. "And this time, she is holding her sketchbook." Robin immediately got up. "How do I look? Is my hair alright?"

"Yes! Now go get her!" He says and pats her back. "Do not touch me." She says and Steve nods. "Good luck." He whispers. She walks out and smiles at you. You did a small smile. "Hey." You say while fidgeting with your sketchbook. "Hey…"

"[Name]. My name is [Name]." You sat. "Oh- um- hello [Name]." You couldn't help but giggle. "Hello Robin."

"What brings you here?"

"Here." You say and open your sketchbook, tarred a page and handed it to her. She was puzzled till she saw the drawing. It was her. It was literally a drawing of her. Flowers were surrounding her. Her eyes go wide as she sees even her freckles on the drawing. It's like looking at a damn mirror. "Holy shit…"

"Um, I thought you were pretty when I saw you, so I drew you." You said and showed her another page of your sketchbook. "This is you too while the rest are just Flowers and plants. My friends told me I draw things I like to find beautiful, so I drew you." You say and let out a sigh. You finally had the courage to go up to her and show her the drawings. Now that you think about it, you may sound and look like a weirdo.

"I'm sorry if I bothered you!" You say and see Robin's face. She was breathless. If she was a character from a video game, she'd have hearts surrounding her to show she is in love. "N-No, I love it." She says. "I fucked love it!" You smiled and she held your hand. "How are you this good?!" You laughed and shook your head. "No, I'm not."

"Seriously! Look at this shit! It's literally a fucking mirror!" She says while putting the drawing beside her to show she is right. "You did seem like a weirdo." She says and you look down. "No! No! I was just joking."

"You sure?"

"Yes Pencil girl."

"Pencil girl?" You say and her smile dropped. "Um, a Nickname I gave you because I didn't know your name. Need to get used to your name."

"That's a cute nickname." You say and put your sketchbook away. "Can I keep this?" Robin asks. "Yeah, that's why I gave it to you." You say and she chuckled. "Alright." She says. "[Name]?"

You nod and she breathes in. "Want to hang out with me tomorrow? I'm not working." Your eyes sparkle and you nod. "Yes!" Robin got startled by your loud voice. You apologize but she says it was alright. "No, it's alright. See you tomorrow then?"

You nodded and said, "Yeah. Um, I need to go now. I need to go home before it gets dark."

"Yeah. See you tomorrow." And you leave. She walks in and sees Steve with a huge smile on his face. "She is totally into you, Robs." He says. "She literally came here every Friday and Sunday just to draw you and to give it to you!" Steve yells and Robin sits down. She examined the picture as she felt her ears get hot.

"Yeah…" She whispers. "So, you two are on a date tomorrow?"

"What if she doesn't like me?"

"She does! Come on! The way she said yes! I heard it all the way here!" He says as he sits down next to her. "You will most definitely get a kiss at the end of the night."

"You don't understand, what if she hates me? What if she just wants to be friends?" She says as she starts to shake. "Everything will go well, trust me."

And everything went amazing. You two went shopping while you talked to her about work and she talked to you about work too.

You two went to a toy shop to see toys you might have had as kids. Robin lost you for a second but found you again. "Where were you?" She asks. You hold out two Keychains of bears. Both had a dress on and a bow. But one was orange while yours was [F/Color].

"For us." You say and went to buy the items. Robin was so in love with you. You two had just met and now you are getting her matching things. You walk back and hand her the orange one. "My name initial is on yours while your name initial is on mine, see." You say while showing her the small teddy bear's foot. R.

She smiles and holds hers. She lifts it and sees your initial. Robin grabs her bag and chains it to the zipper. "I'll keep it here for now. Thank you." You nodded and then wrapped your arm around hers. "Let's go wherever you want now." You say and she nods. Her whole body was shaking and screaming inside.

"And then Steve made those poor girls never come back to the place." She said and you laughed. She smiles as she hears your laugh. God, you couldn't get any prettier.

"Well we are almost at my house." You say and stop walking. Robin looks at you and she feels your hand on hers. "Robin, please do not hate me for this. If you no longer want to see me after, I understand that." You say as she listens. "But the reason why I even drew you was because you are so beautiful to me. I think I fell in love with you."

Robin held your hand tightly as she heard you. "The way you talk is so addicting to listen to. I love that you talk all the time. It's so amazing how you come with facts out of nowhere." You say. She knew she talked a lot, but not that much. "Robin Buckley, I am in love with you."

"I love you too, Pencil girl." She says and you giggled. "Again?"

"I give girls I have a crush on nicknames." She admits. "I gave you a Pencil Girl because I always saw you with your damn pencil." She says and gets closer to you. "And I talked like some crazy person in love to Steve about you. He even knew who you were whenever I said "Pencil girl is here." You smiled and cupped her cheeks. "And I just love how you talk too, god you are like, so addicting too. I love how you drew me, I love how talented you are and I just lo-" Robin felt lips pressed on to hers. She closes her eyes and wraps her arms around you. You two kissed and pulled away gently. "Pencil girl, you are an amazing kisser."

"Funny, because it's my first kiss." You say and kiss her cheek. "I have to go now. See you tomorrow for some ice cream?"

"Y-Yeah." You giggled and said goodbye. You walked to your house and Robin touched her lips. She finally got to kiss the Pencil girl. She then hears a honk, making her jump. She looks at the car who hooked her and she swears. "Steve!"

"How did it go?" He asks as he unlocks the car and Robin walks in. "She also likes me." She says and closes the door. Steve claps and says, "I fucking knew it! What did I tell you!"

"Were you stalking us?"

"No! I just happened to drive here and I saw you."

"You were definitely stalking us." Steve gives up and drives. Robin still had a smile on her face, remembering the kiss. She can't wait to see you again tomorrow.

Sorry if there is any typos

#robin buckley #robin x reader #robin buckley x reader #stranger things fanfiction #robin buckley fanfic #stranger things x reader #request #i love this #stranger things

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writingrenna · 11 months

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Just a Taste

Kofu x GN!Reader

Kofu likes giving you little tastes of his cooking! You're his favorite "customer." You want to give him something in return. Has less Kofu than intended, but I like the idea! A bit platonic, but who knows what could happen? Also, wrote this to get back into writing, so sorry if it's different to my usual stuff. I genuinely can't tell :')

Also, a Gimmighoul follows you around, but it isn't yours. It just... keeps finding you in random places.

(I know it isn't the same Gimmighoul that follows you in the games, I just think it'd be cute if this one in particular followed your expy)

Tone/Ending: Wholesome, Platonic (although that's up to interpretation)

Warnings: I promise it's wholesome, curse you internet for making things weird >:(

Word Count: A bit over 3,000

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"And THIS is the Tofu Puddin'!"

The man hands you a spoonful of the dessert. You eat it, taking a moment to really take in the texture, the aroma, the flavor, each component coming together for a light and fragrant treat.

"Ooooh, that one's REALLY good!"

Kofu's face splits into a wide grin.

"Ah, I knew you'd like it! I made this one especially to yer likin'!"

"Oh?"

Your eyes light up, causing him to do the same.

"Oh! I was just, er... I had a reason, me mind just isn't reelin' anythin' in at the moment..."

His expression showed he was being completely genuine. He really did have a reason, he just forgot.

"Haha, hey, that's fine!" You said after making sure nothing was left in your mouth. "Making spontaneous recipes is my specialty!"

He made a face like he just learned something amazing.

"Oh really now? That's quite interestin', what do you make?"

You... grin. Nervously at that. Memories of the most unhinged flavor combos flash through your mind. You actually aren't half-bad at making food, but for some reason, the good stuff is eluding you. He continues to look at you expectantly, as if he doesn't notice your demeanor change.

He does, he just doesn't want to accidentally rush you.

"Well, I can make a mean... eh..."

You gesture, not remembering the name.

"It's uh... I can't really remember what the name is, but uh, maybe you could tell by looking at a photo??"

You shrug and look at him with a "I have no clue, man" sorta face. You would be slightly embarrassed trying and failing to recall a dish like this in front of a professional chef, if said chef wasn't Kofu, the chillest dude you knew. He was so chill in fact, that this wasn't even a weird situation for you.

You have no idea what endeared you to him so much that he always gives you enough samples to count as a meal whenever you visit Cascarrafa, but you appreciate it. You couldn't really splurge on his food like you wish you could, so him giving you tastes of everything, as well as basically providing lunch for you was a development you were grateful for. One day you'll be a normal customer, you just have to budget for it.

"Heya, you all righty there?"

You're still shrugging, so you put your arms down.

"Oh, yeah! Sorry, I uh... was just thinkin' about somethin'..."

You unconsciously took on his accent for a moment, which causes him to huff in amusement.

"Ah, I see the ocean's graced yer tongue?"

"Eh?"

Your face morphs into one of sheer confusion. He simply laughs.

"Teehee, nothing, nothing at all..."

You try to think about what you did to prompt that statement, but nothing comes to mind, so you silently accept what he said and tuned back into the conversation at hand.

"Anyway, you're free to keep the dish it was served in. This batch was made especially for you after all, it's a special occasion!"

He gently pushes the Flamigo dish toward you, which you're eager to take and polish off, but you feel guilty.

"Thank you, I uh- I wish I could pay you back-"

"Nonsense! You don't owe me a thing, ya hear?"

You nod, accepting his kind gesture, but you still wished to do something for him.

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You walk out of Kofu Lounge, now empty Flamigo dish in hand. It really is a nice little thing, well made and very cute. You can see yourself using it for drinks and desserts a lot.

You don't even get four steps away from the door when you hear the familiar sound of a vaguely insectoid cry. You jump, head swiveling toward the sound.

"Ah, Gimmini! What's up?"

It chirps a little, acknowledging your question, but doesn't try to show you specifically what the answer is. You sigh.

"Why won't you let me catch you, dude?? We could be like, best friends!"

The Gimmighoul doesn't respond to this, but the little smile widens just enough for you to notice before going back to how it usually is.

"AH-HAH! So you're NOT repulsed by me!"

The man that usually stands near the entrance at this time glances at you funny. You let out an awkward little laugh before grabbing Gimmini.

"Sorry, talking to my friend, we'll go!"

You then briskly walk off to the nearest Flying Taxi.

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You're lifting Gimmini's leg, observing it as it sits on your counter eating a snack.

"Dude, how do you follow me so well? You only have short little legs-"

At your comment, it drops the bean you gave it, letting out an indignant little gargle before turning away and crossing its arms.

"Nonononono, I'm impressed!" You start, bending down with your hands clasped. "I don't mean it in a bad way."

It keeps its arms folded, but it turns slightly more toward you, one eye opening to look at your pleading face. It then seemingly rolls its eyes, an amused smile creeping on its face before giving up the facade of hurt. It leans in to hug your face, causing you to chuckle.

"Good, that's better..."

You're happy it doesn't seem to have actually been hurt. You don't even know if it's ever hugged you before, closest thing being one time it held onto your leg when spooked by a Murkrow.

Suddenly, a thought comes to mind. A joke of course, but a moment ruining thought all the same.

"Hey, wanna help me rob a bank?"

You feel it pause for a moment before backing up a little. You turn head-on to see its face, portraying an emotion you're not quite sure you're reading correctly.

"Don't worry, I'm joking! I'd never rob a bank, it's..."

You momentarily space out.

"...not a good idea."

Gimmini glares at you for a moment before getting up. You imagine it feels larger than it is, but its puffed-out chest and balled "fists" make it look like a cute little bug trying to look aggressive. You snicker under your breath before you can stop it, causing it to look at you and make that same gargling noise from earlier.

"Haha, sorry, you're just so cute!" You say earnestly.

It grumbles the best it can with its weird metallic vocal cords before letting up its stiff pose. You sigh, both out of relief and because you now see what's going on with you.

"Sorry, sorry," you lean your back against the counter, staring at the ceiling. "I got a lot on my mind is all."

Gimmini now seems curious, letting out an inquisitive little chatter before picking the bean it dropped back up, taking a bite.

"Heh, I wanna repay Kofu for his kindness, but I feel like no matter what I do or get, it won't really be enough. Not to mention, have you HEARD how many people admire the guy?? He probably has someone doing something for him all the time!"

Gimmini is listening quite intently to your mini-rant, as if considering something. It then suddenly freezes and cries out as if realizing something. You sit up and turn to it.

"Eh? What's up?"

Gimmini jumps up, tossing the rest of the bean to the side before running toward the door. It urges you to follow it, so you do.

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"Hey! Slow down!"

You're having trouble keeping up with its bounding. It doesn't turn towards you, but you can almost feel the smirk on its face.

"Hahah, proving yourself huh? Fun! Wha-"

You stop for a second, unable to keep up with the seemingly endless energy of a Pokémon.

"Sorry for ever doubtin' ya, man!" You pant out. "Please go easy on me, I'm only human!"

You then suddenly remember the countless times Kofu's had to abruptly run off to do stuff, from auctions to meetings, and he seemed to be a completely unstoppable force unless he got distracted.

You feel your face heat up a little. That man was an anomaly to you.

"Ok, um-" You look up at the Pokémon in front of you, waiting for you to be able to follow again.

"Ugh! I'm good, I'm good..."

It nods before continuing on its way. Breathing heavily, you follow it until it reaches a small crevasse in the side of a cliff. You tilt your head a little at the sight.

"What's all this?"

It doesn't respond, simply crawling in. You stand there, waiting for whatever it had in store until you see... a treasure chest emerge?

"What?? H- you had your chest the whole time? Why don't you use it?"

The Gimmighoul opens the chest and makes a sad gurgling noise, but it still doesn't seem to want to directly answer your question. Fair enough.

Instead, it uses the space it now has out in the open to dig through the piles of coins until it finds something and brings it up to you.

Your eyes widen.

"A PEARL!?"

You cover your mouth, looking around to make sure nobody's around.

"No, no, absolutely not! That's your treasure!"

The Gimmighoul stares at you before silently holding it out more, as if saying "Ok?? Take it."

You shudder a little.

"Nooooooo waaaaay. This? That's yours. I don't need anything from you, honest!"

It just now hit you how much money this Pokémon has compared to most people, probably. But you still didn't want it to give you any of its treasure.

"I don't need jewls, or cash. I need a really good gift idea! But like-"

A thought hits you.

"...I, uh, actually don't know if he even likes gifts, much less what he'd actually want..."

The Gimmighoul frowns and furrows its eyebrows, dropping the pearl and staring as if it thinks you're insane. You feel ashamed all of a sudden.

"Ugh, I know! Getting worked up over nothing. I'm sorry!"

It finally puts the pearl back amongst its other belongings before taking the chest back inside its hidey-hole. As it does this, you think about anything gift-y you could in relation to him. You almost drew up a blank until you remembered one important thing.

Gasp!

The Gimmighoul pauses its task, poking its head out to look at you.

"He likes going to the auctions a lot! What if I got him something even rarer that what they offer?"

The Gimmighoul seems worried about how fast you pivoted, but it nods regardless.

"Yeah... instead of saving up for one big 'ol meal, I can catch a boat to another region! Go get him something from... actually, no clue, let's scrap that."

The Gimmighoul sighs in relief before finally finishing the task of packing its chest away. It then hops over and scales your frame (which was, again, faster than you expected). It ended up hanging onto your shoulder as you thought some more.

"His food is mostly ocean-y, right?"

Gimmini nods.

"Ok, yeah! I don't have a plan, but I have an idea!"

Gimmini seems concerned again, but it doesn't do anything.

"Ok, OK! I need... a game plan."

You paced a little bit, Gimmini seemingly trying to come up with ideas as well.

"...what if I cooked for him since he always cooks for everyone else?"

The Gimmighoul seems interested in this plan, turning toward you.

"...no, I'm no professional."

It frowns, although you don't see it.

"Gosh, this is hard. But why? Don't I know him better than this?"

Gimmini shrugs with one arm, still hanging on, but after this, it hoists itself up and climbs onto your head, lying down on it and hanging on tight.

"...eh, I'll uh... I dunno. Let's go home."

You start to walk away up the path when someone comes blazing toward you two.

"Vaultin’ Veluza! Not again!"

You scream and jump back in order to protect yourself and Gimmini. As you fall back, the person stops upon realizing what happened.

"Shoot! I apologi-"

He stops upon realizing it's you. He calls out your name, which barely registers as you rub your tailbone.

"Ugh, huh?"

You feel Gimmini patting your forehead before pointing to the man, prompting you to look up.

"Kofu?"

"Gahaha, I apologize! Truly, I do." he begins while holding an arm out "I just get so lost in the ocean of me mind sometimes that the whole world disappears, includin' the sound of me alarm! Gahah!"

You take his hand, allowing him to help you up. You didn't even realize how close to Porto Marinada you really were until then.

He turns away once you're up, feeling quite bashful after almost barreling you over.

"Ah, I must make it up to ya-"

"-nonononono, no way! You're fine, really!"

"Oh no, I insist!"

You panic internally. Why would he try and repay you for a little mistake?

"No, really! I- well, I was actually out here to, uh," you look down before finishing "get you something..."

His eyes widen as he stares at you.

"Get... me somethin'...?"

You don't respond right away, but he doesn't push you to.

His eyes widen more when "getting something" reminds him of his current quest.

"VAULTIN' VELUZA! THE AUCTION!"

He then runs off again, catching you off-guard.

"I-i'll be back to talk to you later, ya hear!?"

"Uh-"

He's way too far to hear you at this point, so you sigh.

"...alright."

Gimmini had been silently laughing at the absurdity of the situation, but you didn't realize until you calmed down and felt it trying to hold itself back. Instead of calling it out, however, you make an offer.

"Wanna see how fast I can be?"

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You're basically on your deathbed by the time you reach Porto Marinada. Lying on the ground and heaving, you remember why warm-ups are important, not just for your limbs. Gimmini returns rolling a fresh water to you. You weakly take it, letting out a breathless thanks. It nods, an amused yet concerned look on its face.

You manage to open and promptly chug the entire thing in one go. Still not satisfied, yet a bit less dehydrated, you manage to sit up a little. Gimmini brings another water to you.

"Tha- uh, wait. Hold up, where did you get these?"

It points toward a random stand. You heart sinks.

"Y-you BID on these!?"

It stares at you as if what it did wasn't a big deal.

"Wha- where did, how did you- but your coins are ancient??"

It just pushes the bottle to you, as if telling you to drink now and ask questions later. You groan, not wanting to waste them now that they're... yours? Gimmini's? Is this a gift, or is it just sharing? You sigh, sipping from the next bottle while glaring at Gimmini, who in turn seems unbothered and climbs onto your knee, continuing to stare right back at you with a neutral expression.

Your stare-down is eventually interrupted by Kofu.

"Hey there! Ya doin' alright?"

He's holding something, but you can't tell what.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm... fine."

He grins.

"Good! I also see your little buddy here took good care of ya! That lil' one's a keeper!"

You huff out of amusement, side eyeing the coin hunter, who looks smug.

"Yeah? Well, it won't let me catch it for some reason, but stalking me's the next best thing I suppose."

It flinches at this, looking at you with a "really??" face. You let out a breathy laugh.

"I'm teasing! You mock me all the time!"

It turns, crossing its arms again and refusing to look at you. You decide to let it have its moment and continue conversing with Kofu.

"So! What's up?"

He pauses, eyes narrowing as he tries to remember what he was going to say before it hits him.

"Oh yeah! I was going to ask you what you were doin', sayin' you're "gettin' me somethin', what's that about?"

You feel a chill wash over you. Oh right, you gotta explain yourself.

"Uh, well uh, I was, uh-"

Gimmini lifts its tail up and slams it down as hard as it can, arms still folded. It doesn't hurt, but it snaps you out of it.

"Oh! I just wanted to pay you back, for always letting me taste your cooking..."

By the time you finish your statement, you go from awkwardly avoiding eye contact to staring at the ground. Kofu doesn't say anything at first, but you see him shift his weight a little using your peripheral vison.

"Ah, I... see..." he finally gets out. You're worried you said something wrong. Looking up, you try to reassure him.

"Hey, não te preocupes com isso..."

He slowly nods, but he doesn't seem satisfied. In fact, he seems to feel bad.

"Ah, I was worried about this."

You tilt your head, eyes narrowing ever so slightly in confusion.

"Worried? About what?"

He lifts the bag over his shoulder.

"I was a bit worried you'd start to feel indebted to me."

Your face twists into a strange sort of questioning.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

He smiles softly.

"I didn't want you to feel like ya owe me anythin' in return for what I do. Please do believe me when I say I just enjoy feedin' ya."

You stare blankly at him.

"Wha- really?"

He nods.

"Yes! So please, you kin put yer worries to rest. I really don't feel like this is unfair in any way. My treat!"

You feel a warmth spreading from your core. He seems so sincere. Maybe it really wasn't an issue, although something still feels kind of wrong. Not that you doubt him, just that you still want to do something for him. Maybe a surprise would work? Or would he not appreciate that? Gosh, this doesn't need to be so complicated. You decide just being nice and doing stuff for him for the fun of it would be better than stressing about some invisible tally marks. Easier said than done, but it's a start.

You snap out of your thoughts and respond.

"Alright."

You stare blankly again, not quite sure where to go from here. Gimmini lets out a garbled huff before hopping off, walking over to its new supply of fresh waters. Kofu lets out a laugh.

"Ah, I wonder how your lil' one is gonna carry all these?"

Gimmini doesn't seem too worried, but you are.

"CRAP, you're right!"

You get up, walking around Kofu to try and help it.

"Gimmini, how will you take all this home? You PAID for this! Y- what even IS your home!?"

Gimmini made a loud noise as if telling you to chill out, "fists" up to its chest to drive the point home. You're both glaring at each other, exchanging more words (and cries) as you try to figure out how to go about this.

Kofu sighs and shakes his head at the sight, although it was full of amusement.

"You two are truly somethin' else."

And maybe that was your answer to why he liked you so much. Maybe something about you just caught his eye, and he had quite the eye for interesting things.

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A chill one!

THIS CAME OUT WAY TOO PLATONIC BUT I LIKE IT, just a broke expy that wants to repay their super cool chef friend :')

I wonder why he likes you so much? The world may never know 👻

Speaking of 👻, I debated on whether or not including Gimmighoul would be too ironic or not (you can't afford to splurge and buy his food right now, but you're being followed by a literal treasure chest mimick), but I decided that if I acknowledge it but don't make it too much of a thing, it'd be Ok. I just think they're neat! Expy would never try and get it to pay for stuff for them, but... I wanted to give Gimmighoul the time to shine like how I gave Grusha's "reader expy" a Falinks

Also, whether Kofu's the one who actually brought the waters or not is up to you! On one hand, it'd be funny if your literal creechur was able to buy it for you, but it'd make sense for him to notice you lying on the ground and just have Gimmighoul bring them to you. Plus, he wouldn't want you to feel like you owe, or, after your talk, feel worse about owing him, so he wouldn't mention it. I dunno!

Also NOT ME FORGETTING WHY I HAD KOFU MAKE YOU PUDDING TO YOUR TASTE 😭

I had a specific explanation that was so cute, but I guess the forgetful/easily distracted stuff worked out in the story's favor since that is him to a tee

#gym leader kofu #gender neutral reader #pokemon scarlet and violet #kofu x reader #wholesome #open ended (platonic)#open ended (romantic)#spoilers

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aho-dapa · 10 months

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Tamlin x king of hybern

i dare you to make a ship fic out of this XD surprise me! Take me off guard! Make it sad, or toxic, or a surprise fluff! Go crazy!

Also I LOVE YOUR PFP, PENELOPE IS BEST GIRL!

#DeathIsTheOnlyEndingForAVillainess

TW: uh dark themes like corruption and what it takes to get there, vague dddne vibe

Okay okay so like any villain flavored ship, it can go three ways: horribly, tenderly, or both.

Horribly

Let's see, could go really dddne the way it could would Amarantha, mind break flavors, or even the slow corruption arc that's only painful (meaning Tamlin looses his sense of self completely)

Both

This is still a mind break corruption route, but if we used canon: since we never actually see the KoH until ACOMAF and he's described as someone plain in the books (please sjm I'm gonna start a petition to allow your villains to hot fr)

Let's have KoH infiltrate the Spring Court during ACOWAR as Just Some Guy who gradually gains the trust of the Spring Court and integrates himself pretty well in their daily life. Maybe he went there to see the situation and maybe even take down the Spring Court, but guess what? Hilariously, he doesn't even have to lift a finger. Feyre destroys it herself and not just the Spring Court, but also deals a devastating mental blow to Tamlin. This leaves him open to manipulation even especially if Lucien leaves with Feyre. Especially if he spirals into what we saw in ACOFAS where Rhys eluded to Tamlin not even protecting himself by keeping the manor unguarded.

Meaning that this gives the KoH plenty to time to literally be the sole person by Tamlin’s side especially if he can glamor himself or even has some new ability like the ability to possess people (which could explain his age and why he might be older than Beron).

Maybe it even goes so far that Tamlin begins to rely solely on the KoH and falls for him because he just wants to be cared for rn and no longer have to push himself to be someone he's not as the High Lord of Spring

Plot twist?? Maybe (in sjm's all fae but villains are carved by the Mother herself) the KoH was actually human and was the first to use the Cauldron to become fae and that's why he knew he could change Nesta and Elain. And that's why he just knows how to use it.

This would definitely add more layers of complication towards how Tam would eventually grow closer with him because I honestly think he could get to a point where he just wants to rest and be treated kindly so he could ignore what the KoH is doing in Prythian, but that he would have difficultly if he had to live with cruelty surrounding him (given that he's already moved to Hybern). So he would definitely hate it if the KoH didn't rule fairly or reinstated slavery.

Then again, KoH motives for this can be fleshed out into a manipulation tactic or wild, maybe the KoH still actually sees himself as human and is trying to destroy all the fae as like a weird moral excuse. Or it could be that the KoH had the Cauldron before this and actually had slaves as a cover where maybe all the slaves in Hybern are actually a super secret saiyan humans and are undercover to infiltrate courts and all lands because back during his time, humans couldn't move freely in the world without being a slave or subservient to the fae. But at that point, it's getting very conspiracy and ends up trying to excuse a lot for him so that Tamlin can actually have a relationship with him. Tbh, if the slavery thing isn't addressed, I could see Tamlin snapping out of it and in a very climatic battle where everyone thinks Tamlin's basically become the co-ruler of Hybern, he kills the KoH and just sobs over his body

Extra tragic if Tamlin doesn't feel like he can be forgiven and dies with the KoH

Tenderly

Okay so this would rework the KoH and give him an even more tragic backstory. Given that I already mentioned human KoH, what if it's actually where Amarantha and Clythia have been ruling Hybern for over a millenia. And using the KoH as a puppet king they crowned long ago after turning him fae in their Cauldron experiments. And then that neatly explains why Hybern killed all their human slaves before setting them free. They wouldn't want evidence of their world domination plan using human turned fae magically bound to them to get outside of Hybern.

The slave bargains they use on humans still goes over when they're Made fae, similar to how Feyre's bargain with Rhys is still intact after becoming fae. The only way to be free of the bargain is if the ones who made it die.

Of course, there's a limit to how many people they can control and they limit it to a very small group in Hybern.

That also means that they can put themselves in positions of power in their court without having the same risks as a ruler would. Like imagine the multiple assassination attempts and general inhumanization (hah) the KoH would have to go through for what seems like a literal eternity. And their the ones actually starting wars in Prythian and the reason why Hybern surrendered is because Clythia died and Amarantha is the younger sister and she definitely relied on her in their impossibly immortal lives (not before getting personal revenge on Jurian tho who definitely learns about the KoH)

Or Amarantha surrenders after Clythia's death because Jurian found out about the Cauldron and destroyed it into three pieces (like in canon but with it actually being broken not that it needs to stand on three legs) and the humans hid it from her

But Amarantha only discovers this after she kills Jurian and tries to bring Clythia back, effectively killing off the few people that know about the Cauldron

In this, Amarantha would be the main antagonist and she does eventually collect the othe pieces but conquers prythian and utm to find the last. She resurrects Clythia and Jurian (so that he can be tortured more) and they go back to their plan of world domination.

Maybe feylin happens or something else does but Tamlin does eventually takes sides with Hybern and becomes Amarantha's High Consort as the High Queen of Prythian while Clythia goes on to fulfill her childhood dreams of becoming Empress of the Continent.

(Also, kinda nice that the evil sisters always have each other's backs and will never betray each other and that's also what makes them a threat because no one can shake that foundation)

Eventually Jurian does tell Tamlin that the KoH is literally the oldest Cauldron Made Fae outside of Amarantha and Clythia. They scheme to set him free and they eventually kill Amarantha (with the help of literally everyone else).

But before that it plays out that Amarantha sends Tamlin back to Hybern after their wedding ceremony so that she doesn't have to worry about him (both for his life and so that he can't conspire against her) and so that she can secretly move the Cauldron back to Hybern where it's kept safe

But because Clythia and Amarantha are both not at Hybern, the KoH has a little room to act as he wishes. He acts on their orders and can never reveal his true personality but he does strangely enough do his best for Hybern and ruling its people because they've also been living under years and years of tyranny (through him). So when their not watching he can take steps to express some of his desires.

He married only once a long time ago to have a heir but Amarantha killed his child as punishment because he started doing little things that made the court question him. Basically the KoH has no hope for freedom and just lives like an actual puppet and has become somewhat desensitized to his surroundings.

But because Clythia died, Amarantha now is the only one who can actually control the KoH, so now the bargain that was placed on him forever ago is weakened. (Meaning Clythia needs to remake the bargain with the KoH to reinstate her control over him. But because neither Amarantha or Clythia have died of old age, they don't know that the bargain has weakened)

Cue the suspicions Tamlin begins to have about the KoH and Tamlin actually exploring Hybern and learning lore until he eventually finds the Cauldron slowly discovers the truth

He learns that Amarantha and Clythia are the oldest fae alive and can actually steal the powers of others but can only manage one at a time and they have to learn it again once they relinquish it. Amarantha used daemati abilities to literally take complete control over Prythian and even a young Rhys. That's also how she's able to completely control the KoH without anyone knowing because she can command him through her thoughts. She's fully had a leash on the KoH for so long that she feels okay with leaving him be because she can also harm his citizens (who he has somewhat grown attached too)

This would be a great way to actually flesh out Hybern and not have it just be a place of misery and oppression. Even Amarantha and Clythia know how to rule in ways that gives them power. Amarantha uses fear tactics but eventually plans on letting up when her rule stabilizes (even the Romans enjoyed brutality when it wasn't them actually experiencing it). Basically, the people are willing to suffer through a cruelty if they are content and will not endure someone incompetent with their needs. Meaning that the KoH's (forced) cruelty is not just because, it's about gaining and keeping power. Clythia had a great balance of this, while Amarantha prefers more violent tactics (which is also why she had all the slaves be killed instead of giving them up).

It's during this time that the KoH and the other puppet fae begin to hope for the first time for freedom, and the KoH eventually breaks a rule that set up by Clythia and Amarantha.

During this time, Tamlin and the KoH get close. Also, guilty pleasure, but they also have an affair because Tamlin is technically married to Amarantha but neither of them care about that (but they do have to hide it which is honestly the best part).

Eventually, Amarantha dies and Hybern stages a revolt as the KoH is no longer bond in a slave bargain.

Clythia is killed as well after more plot and the KoH eventually explains everything publicly utm. Amren can confirm he's a Made fae and he does eventually get redipped in the Cauldron to become human again. Maybe he stays immortal or maybe not.

Also maybe, to tie a little plot hole, they Made his appearance different as the original KoH (if he was an imposter instead of just a puppet king) and he changed back to what he originally looked like as a human once they both died??

Or it could even be that Hybern was originally a human kingdom before it was conquered by the Fae and the KoH was made a slave after Amarantha and Clythia conquered it with their father (?) the original KoH forever ago. And then that would add another layer that they basically deposed their dad.

This could tie into different endings where either the KoH abdicated and goes with Tam to the Spring Court, or they both fuck off and become wanderers, or the KoH stays the KoH (in a different body) and rules over Hybern peacefully (or enacts a council or does something else) and reclaims Hybern for humans (especially if we're going with the HC that the Treaty only works between Hybern and Prythian and the only current free lands for humans is below the Spring Court).

I'm personally biased to that the KoH was a human king who was conquered by the Fae and then Made Fae (which was forgotten to history) by Amarantha and Clythia after enslaving him into a bargain. That means that the KoH doesn't change his appearance and then reclaims Hybern for humans. And Tamlin rules with him while Lucien OR Feyre (or both who knows) can look after the Spring Court. Especially if it came down to the fact that the KoH can't leave his kingdom to anyone rn but Tamlin can.

It could also be a nice breather for Tamlin especially if he found the Spring Court to hold too many bitter memories for him and/or he doesn't feel like he could go back to the Spring Court as the same person he once was. Also Hybern could just feel more freeing to him personally because he's no longer has to play the part of High Lord with all the expectations of it. He doesn't have to contend with nobles about his status as a bastard that had been conceived on Calanmai outside of wedlock (which would actually make more sense than that all the nobles left because he was a warrior) and never feeling like he could mold himself into the fancy trappings of the spring court.

It would be interesting to have Tamlin see Spring as something eternally stagnant because the seasons don't change. Eternally beautiful and eternally brutal. The Spring Court could be filled to the brim with nobles and there fancy clothing and how Tam sees it all as a farce, as an excuse for cruelty (since i often base my Spring Court on France during the revolution). Maybe because he's spent centuries trying to change it but he never feels like he's making progress. Especially if the succession system is like canon. He couldn't refuse his title, and the nobles were stuck with him and he had to live in paranoia that someone would test the family magic he had to the Court itself and see if they could replace him. (They don't because of their potential fears).

I also like the idea of Tam being demi and genderfluid and just feeling stagnant like the Court itself with their expectations of him. And since I'm petty, I like to think evil Hybern is actually more nuanced and feels more free to Tam. He can remake himself there where no one is looking. He finally gets privacy to be himself. And that's what he found even while as Amarantha's High Consort.

Imagine he was given many of the expectations a woman would be given because his roles were switched with Amarantha. Even if she bears him children, he will be the one to raise them and with how he would have limited say on most things in her High Court.

I'm also a personal fan of soft Tam and just letting him become even softer. In this way, he likes helping the KoH but he doesn't want to rule. Of course they're equals, it just tastes different because Tamlin no longer has to be forced into those expectations. He likes the idea of raising his children instead of spending his days debating with nobles on policies. He likes the idea of tea parties and gossip and things typically feminine in comparison to his peers. Basically, he's just very genderfuck.

basically I wanna see Tam in some historical irish dresses and running barefoot in the rain

Uhhhhh, so I rambled there uh

Hope you enjoyed me spiraling because now I'm definitely planning on writing the tender part of this journey

#pro tamlin #anti sjm #uh i spiraled once again #tamlin x koh #koh x tamlin #i apologize how did it get so long?????????#omg also i forgot #i also love villains are destined to die #already have a fic planned for that fandom actually #acotar era

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