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xxnatxx · 3 years

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Chapter 3 - A Daily Thing

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TW: slight mentions of sex, cursing.

So there he was,

19, with a newborn baby boy, and no baby momma to help him raise Ren.

For 6 years Bakugou managed to somehow juggle his work life, social life, and private life with his son incredibly well. Though he obviously struggled being a single dad, he of course had his friends to help him out with Ren, as well as him parents who were more than stoked to have a grandchild who looked just like Bakugou.

And now, Bakugou is 25 and Ren is 6 years old and about to enter first grade! He hasn’t gotten his quirk yet, and though he looks just like his hot headed father, his personality is quite opposite of his. Ren was a sweet boy, who was often times shy and quite emotional, but he had his fathers big heart and perseverance. Bakugou didn’t really know how he ended up with such an angel, given that he himself had a pretty explosive personality and his birth mother, Olivia, had a pretty nasty one. But of course, he absolutely loved Ren, and would without a doubt do anything for him

He and Ren lived in a pretty modern and spacious apartment, and when Bakugou would head off to his newly opened agency, Ren would stay with his grand parents. Ren never really questioned why he didn’t have a mom like the kids in the movies and tv shows, all he knew was that Bakugou was his dad, and taht was enough to keep the little boy happy as ever. And Bakugou knew that eventually he’d have to explain to Ren the truth about why he doesn’t have a mom, wether it be in 5, 10, or 15 years, he didn’t really know what he was gonna do when the time came, but he didn’t like spending time dwelling on it, he’d rather spend his time with Ren teaching him how to be a good, humble person, because unlike Bakugou at his age, Ren is actually a pretty decent human.

7: 05 AM

Bakugou is roughly shaken awake from his dream by Ren, who’s whispering-screaming,

“Dad! Dad! It’s time for school, I have school today remember!” he excitedly says as Bakugou scoops him up and ruffles his spikey blond locks saying,

“Wow, you’re really starting 1st grade today huh buddie”

“Yup! So cmon dad lets go” he says pulling Bakugous fingers with his dainty little hands, wanting him to help him get dressed for his first day.

Bakugou would be lying if he said he didn’t wish he had a partner to help him care for Ren, because even though he didn’t like admitting it, taking care of a child is hard, especially on your own. Maybe if he has someone, they could help out with Ren when Bakugou couldn’t, help guide Ren, and also, give Bakugou some comfort as well. Since Ren was born, Bakugou hasn’t been with anyone, no dates, no one night stands, nothing. And he honestly did think about finding soemone one day, but it just really wasn’t something to get his hopes up for. Ren was all he needed.

8:15 AM,

It’s now almost time for the children and their parents to start tricking into the classroom to officially start the first day of Kindergarten. And you were beyond nervous. First job since graduating college, and after earning two degrees, it was finally time to start your dream job as a children’s science teacher.

You’d always been pretty good with kids, and given that you had an ocean quirk, a science teacher was just something that came with lots of interest to you. Of course, you were also beyond excited to meet your kids, but one thing you had forgotten about was meeting the kids parents as well. Kids at this age are usually pretty sweet and innocent, (though some are a little tricky to work it) but parents, were often times judgemental of their kids teachers, which is understandable, but it still made you nearly shit your pants to think about.

15 minutes later, a few kids and parents start to trickle in to your ocean themed classroom, and so far, things were going pretty well. You were introducing yourself to both the parents and kids, guiding them to their assigned seats, trying to make everyone feel as comfortable as possible. Most kids are being quite energetic towards you, one even running up to you and hugging your legs, telling you how excited he was to start school. Another kid complimenting the light blue dress you were wearing, which somewhat color coordinated with your classroom decor. You were so flattered to see that your new students were fond of you and more outgoing than you thought they’d be. Well, all except for one certain blond 6 year old.

After a majority of the kids and parents had come in and began filling the room with chatter, you were still waiting outside the door for one more student by the name of Ren, to begin class. While you’re talking to another teacher that had approached you previously, you hear slightly heavy foot steps coming up behind you. As you wave goodbye to the teacher you were conversing with, you swiftly turn around, catching the piercing red eyes of a somewhat tall man. His natural attractiveness caught you by suprise, and you let out a gasp that only you could hear as you observe his chiseled features. He looked as if he was constantly on edge, yet he still had this dewy radiant skin and beautiful blond hair tied that was tied in a half up-half down messy bun. He seemed to be around the same age as you, but could honestly still pass as a teenager if he wasn’t so buff and built. You quickly notice that he’s wearing a hero costume, it hadn’t registered in your brain that the man standing a few feet in front of you was actually Dynamight, the #5 Pro-Hero, until you look down scanning his costume. That’s when you notice the little boy with the same blonde hair and ruby eyes that was securely holding onto his leg with both arms, peeking over at you.

“Oh, hello there, I”m Mrs. L/N, are you Ren by any chance? I’ve been waiting for you to get here” you say gently putting your hands on your knees to peek down at the boy who seemed to be quite nervous.

Looking back up at the stunning pro hero you say,

“So then that must make you his dad, right? It’s nice to meet you guys” with a kind and gentle smile, speaking in the most genuine voice you can, to hopefully put the small boy at ease.

Instead of responding, he simply stares back at you, completely still and completely quiet.

Bakugou has never really found anyone he’s met attractive to the point of having a crush on them. Nor did he want to, since he told himself he’d be forever alone until he had Ren, he just never really cared for crushes, feelings, or relationships. But now, he’s starting at your bright E/C eyes, noticing how the warm smile on your face has yet to fade, and how the genuine kind energy you radiate is enough to put even his incredibly reserved son at ease. As he begins to subtly observe your delicate features, he feels the depths of his stomach begin to flutter. But why? Why is it that all of a sudden, he’s feeling something he’s never felt before?

After a few silent seconds, Bakugou notices his son begin to step slightly in front of him, and pulling on his pant leg as if urging him to respond to your question. As he meets your eyes again, he sees you patiently waiting for a response,

“Yes, sorry, i’m Ren’s father, nice to meet you” he says as firmly as he can, hopefully to regain some of the confidence he lost when you first spoke to him.

“Thank you,

So it seems you guys are the last ones to get here so let’s head inside and i’ll lead you to your seat, Ren” you respond looking down at the small boy who now seems to be a little less visibly anxious. They both follow you into the classroom, where Bakugou and Ren immediately notice the interesting room decor you have scattered across your room. There’s green bean bags and blue stools in one corner of the room, right next to a bigger-than-average fish tank that’s filled with odd colored fish, both big and small. Along with seaweed, bubbles, sand, and various ocean animals that have been painted on the walls to make it look like the underwater ocean.

You lead them to Ren’s seat and walk up to the front of the class to begin your introduction to the class as a whole. Everyone who isn’t already looking at you, turns your way as you begin to say,

“Okay, so it seems like everyone’s here’s now which means it’s time for me to officially introduce myself to everyone. But first I’d like to give a big welcome to everyone, I’m so glad I can be your teacher this year and hopefully, you guys can have fun learning about science since I know it can be a little hard to grasp sometimes,

Bakugou can’t help but be mesmerized by you as you speak, he’s never come across someone who’s been this kind that hasn’t completely irritated him. And Ren seems to like you as well, his previous teachers were both quite loud and obnoxious, which resulted in Ren not being able to be very comfortable around them. But seeing how Ren’s already sitting at the edge of his seat, eager to hear you talk more about yourself, he thinks it’s gonna be a pretty good year for Ren in school.

You continue speaking, now beginning to talk about your personal self,

So, my name is Y/N L/N, you guys can call me Miss. L/N, Miss.{First letter of L/N}, or Miss, really just whatever you feel most comfortable with. I graduated from XXX College last year with a degree in Children’s education and another degree in Marine Biology, I have a dog named Bubbles, my favorite color is F/C, I’m 25 years old and I love to cook” you say to the class, still having the same smile and glimmer in your eyes as before.

“So if you guys want to ask me any questions about myself to get to know me a little better, you can raise your hand and I’ll answer” as soon as you finish speaking, you see a bunch of tiny little hands eagerly wave in the air,

“Me me me! I have a question!” one little girl in a high pitched voice says.

You lightly giggle at everyone’s response, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Bakugou. And For a split second, your eyes meet as you scan the room for the little girl who’s lost in a sea of hands, and the feeling of rumbling in his stomach returns, at this point, he has to admit, you’re absolutely beautiful. And you’re smart, enjoys cooking like him, and are the same age as he is. These things only make the feeling in his stomach grow bigger.

“Yes, what’s your question honey” you say when you finally spot the little girl in the back of the class.

“So what’s your quirk, do you have one?Because I do! ” she excitedly asks.

The class awaits your response as they redirect their vision from the girl to you, and you say

“I do have a quirk actually, it’s called Ocean, I can basically manipulate water, communicate with, control and summon ocean animals, breathe underwater, and so on, and it’s actually why my room is decorated the way it is and the reason I have a degree in Marine Biology!” you respond, and your response earns you a series of responses from the kids such as,

“Woooaaahhh”

“That’s such a cool quirk! No fair!”

“Why aren’t you a hero then Miss. L/N?” one student asks, which leads Bakugou to then wonder,

Yeah, why isn’t she a hero? With a quirk like that she could end up being a pretty high ranked hero, so why an elementary school teacher instead?

You respond by saying,

“Well, I actually was gonna be a hero at some point, i even have my hero license and went to a hero school, but I realized before I graduated high school that I actually wasn’t very passionate about being a hero, but I realized I much rather enjoyed science and working with kids. So, I decided to study in college instead. And now i’m here.” finishing yourself off with a smile.

“But now, we’re gonna play some games to hopefully get to know each other a little better....” you continue speaking, explaining different games and such, but Bakugou isn’t even listening. It’s official , you’ve intrigued him. He can’t help but want to speak to you again even if it’s just about Ren and school, but when he begins to feel this way, he quickly shuts the thoughts that overtake his brain down. You’re Ren’s teacher first of all, and though it wouldn’t be illegal to date you, it’s still a little weird. He’s also not looking for a relationship, not now and not ever. So before he can let whatever he’s feeling develop, he tells himself to not take interest in you. If he’s never taken interest in anyone before, why should he start now?

Parents have to either drop off their kids at the front of the school, or walk with them to their classroom at the elementary school. Usually, Bakugou would’ve just dropped Ren off at the front and driven off to work, but now, he might just have to start walking him to class. He had already declared to himself that he wouldn’t take interest in you, and simply push his atraction to you away until he no longer got knots in his stomach with every glance you gave him, every conversation you guys had, just any interaction really.

So every day, he’ll go in to school walking Ren to class, and causally bring up some sort of school related thing to you as Ren waltzed into class, which would eventually lead to a few minutes of casual conversation. This was as far as Bakugou would let himself go though, it was just a simple little thing that would fill him with enough satisfaction to last for the rest of his lonely life.

It was just,

a daily thing.

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octanesimp3000 · 3 years

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The Bunny, The Decoy and the Apex Games #7

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32034451/chapters/80096569

Summary:

Just when you thought your fake relationship with Octavio was running smoothly, a brief tussle with your feelings threatens to break the bond that you two have built over the past couple weeks.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6

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“So Octane, can you tell us what compelled you to confess your feelings to Ms. Y/L/N during that game? Weren’t you worried that an enemy squad might try and catch you off-guard?”

You sat with your legs crossed and your back straight in the hard chair that had been provided by the news station. The interviewer had finally stopped tiptoeing around the subject and got to the point of why you and Octavio had been invited today to this interview. You weren’t worried this time though. The previous day, the Syndicate had made sure that they’d run through every possible question that could be asked about your ‘relationship’ several times, and the both of you were ready for anything coming your way.

Octavio pretended to give his answer a moment’s thought, scratching his nose through his mask while his right bionic leg bounced the entire time. He didn’t do too well with staying still for long periods of time unless he was asleep or knocked out cold as one could expect from the high-speed daredevil. He finally spoke up, saying “Well, we kinda fought a bit before then. Y/N was worried that I was being too, uh...reckless! I got a bit annoyed at that cause I’m Octane, duh. But then, I realized she was only worried ‘cause she cares about me and I think that’s when I knew I had to tell her I cared about her too, you know?”

You reached out to take Octavio’s hand into yours, smiling over at him as sweetly as you could muster for the cameras. “I don’t think Octane was really thinking about enemy squads then. I know I wasn’t,” you said to the interview with a small laugh. As the interviewer launched into their next question about whether your relationship has brought any changes to those with the other Legends in the Apex Games, you felt Octavio gently drawing shapes on the top of your hand with his thumb. You felt your cheeks flush at the sensation but you handled the question with confidence and poise.

After a few more questions, the interview finally ended. You and Octavio climbed into the back of the black sedan sent by the Syndicate that would take you back to the dropship, feeling relieved that it had gone well. “That was kinda fun. I didn’t think you were gonna just grab my hand like that,” Octavio said before pulling his mask down to take a gulp of water from a plastic bottle.

“I thought the audience might find it cute. Do you think they’re gonna buy it?,” you asked with a satisfied grin. Octavio placed the bottle of water into the small compartment by the car door and turned to you with a thoughtful expression, his cheeks tinted pink. After a moment’s thought, Octavio merely responded with a shrug even though he definitely looked as if he’d wanted to say something and took out his phone from his pocket to play some new game he’d downloaded.

Disappointed at his lack of enthusiasm at your genius, you folded your arms across your chest and gazed out of the window as the car sped past the ruins of the Capitol City. So much history had happened here and now, it had been created into a killer playground for a game that people all around the world tuned in to.

As the sedan began to approach the roped-off area where the zip line that would take you up to the dropship’s entrance was situated, you could see the crowd of fans being held back by security. You could see several cardboard signs being held up that were drawn on with markers that said stuff like “I LOVE YOU, OCTANE” and “I WANNA GO FAST FAST FAST WITH YOU” which you honestly hoped was in the hands of an adult. Some were also wearing your merchandise with your signature quip printed over it.

Once the sedan had slowed to a stop in front of the fancy red carpet that would take you to the zip line, you opened the car door and stepped out. You were waving at the crowd which started cheering loudly when you suddenly felt Octavio, who had been standing to your left, suddenly slip his hand into yours. You turned to him with a surprised expression and Octavio leaned in close to your ear, whispering “Gotta keep up the act now, don’t we, mi princesa?”

Octavio began waving to his fans while posing for their photos as he guided you towards the zip line. You hoped your face wasn’t too red because you sure felt like your heart was about to explode from how fast it was beating. Why had Octavio whispering that in your ear gotten you so riled up, and why had his voice sounded so goddamned attractive then? You weren’t sure what was happening to your emotions right then but you were ready to get out of the public’s eye so you could stress about it privately.

Once you both had entered the dropship, you lied that you needed to go check with Ajay about something so he wouldn’t know where to find you before dashing off in the opposite direction of wherever Octavio was headed. You immediately went to the one place where you knew you’d be able to think for a bit: Pathfinder’s dorm. The other Legends rarely came by there even though Pathfinder often tried to invite them over to play a board game or two. You’d spent quite a lot of time with the robot however. You’d always felt bad that the others didn’t treat him as nicely as he did to them so you tried to make it up by being a friend.

Pathfinder was always peppy and eager to talk, but you knew that if you told him you needed some quiet to think things out, he’d happily oblige. “Hello, Y/N! How are you doing this fine day?,” Pathfinder asked with a cheery voice and a happy emoji on the screen in the centre of his chest when he answered the door. He stepped back to let you into his dorm and you immediately fell down onto one of the comfy bean bags that Pathfinder had set up in case he had any visitors.

“Would you like to play a game together? I saw on the Internet that humans like to play Monopoly so I went and got one, what fun we shall have!,” Pathfinder said happily as he pulled out the box from the bottom shelf of his bookshelf. He noticed that you had your face buried in your hands, elbows resting on your thighs and he asked “Are you not feeling too good, Y/N? I’m certified medically to help if you need it.”

You gazed up at him and said “I’m fine, Path. Don’t worry. I’m just...experiencing an emotional crisis about something I can’t even tell anyone about.” The screen on Pathfinder’s chest displayed a sad face as he moved to sit down on the bean bag next to you. He gently patted you on the head in a gesture he hoped would bring you comfort. You smiled “Thank you, Path. You’re the best.”

“Thank you, friend! I like you too,” Pathfinder said, the emoji having now changed into a smiley face with little hearts around it. You leaned back on the bean bag and stared at the ceiling, deep in thought. Maybe it was just because you’d spent so much time with Octavio in a fake relationship lately that you were beginning to imagine that you had feelings for him. Or could those butterflies you felt in your stomach earlier be genuine? You weren’t sure, and that was exactly what was bothering you. Could you actually be developing feelings for Octavio?

As soon as you thought that, you immediately tried to shake the idea off. There was no way. You must just be imagining it all. You had feelings for Elliott, not Octavio. Satisfied that you’d come to a conclusion, you decided to put any thought of it out of your mind and agreed to a quick game of chess with Pathfinder who seemed delighted to have some company that afternoon.

The quick game turned into four when you refused to leave without winning at least one round. Pathfinder was more than pleased to have you around but you suspected that he might have just let you win that final round just because you were starting to look a little bit frustrated. You walked back to your dormitory after stopping by the cafeteria for a snack and was busily digging around the brown paper bag for the last cookie as you bumped the dormitory’s door closed when you noticed that Octavio was in the room too.

A very unclothed Octavio at that.

He had his back to you, his hair and body dripping wet as if he’d just come out of the shower, a dark green towel pooled around his bionic legs. The moment you caught sight of his bare backside, you yelped in surprise and dropped your cookie in your hurry to cover your eyes with your hands. “Octavio, why didn’t you change in the bathroom like you did yesterday?!,” you asked as you turned to face towards the door and failed to judge your distance from it, causing you to bump your forehead right into it. “Ouch!”

“Are you okay, Y/N?!,” Octavio asked worriedly as he hurried over to you, not having processed what had led up to this line of events in the first place. You could feel him hovering beside you, trying to see where you had hurt yourself but you kept twisting away to avoid accidentally seeing more of Octavio’s body parts than you’d already seen. Seeming to finally sense what you were so panicked over, he finally moved back to the side of the dormitory he was previously at and put on the tank top and gray sweatpants he’d laid out before.

When Octavio said that he was dressed, you finally allowed yourself to remove your hands from your eyes and cautiously turned around to face him. “You didn’t tell me when you were coming back so after I went for a few spins around the range, I thought I’d quickly take a shower and change here. I didn’t think you’d come back so soon, sorry,” Octavio apologised quickly as he proceeded to towel his hair dry.

“I-It’s fine. Just please get dressed in the bathroom before you come back to the room in the future,” you said, not knowing exactly where to look. The gray sweatpants were honestly not helping either. To hide the growing blush on your cheeks, you bent down to sweep up the cookie and its crumbs into the palm of your hand before dumping them into the trash can. Inside the trash can, you spotted numerous empty syringes stained green from the stim Octavio used to increase his movement speed. Why’d he throw them away here if he’d used them in the practice range?

You were just about to ask Octavio about it when you noticed that he was frowning at you. “You lied to me earlier, Y/N. I bumped into Ajay on my way back here and she said she’s not seen you since yesterday,” Octavio said as he folded his arms across his chest. His anger suddenly faded and his voice gave away the pain and confusion he was feeling. “Why would you lie to me about something stupid like that?”

Surprised at this reaction, you tried to reply as best as you could without giving away what you were actually doing but failing terribly because your words came out sounding harsher than you’d planned them to be “I just...I just needed some space, okay? We’ve spent almost 24/7 with each other and I just needed a break from that. I was with Pathfinder playing Monopoly, not with Ajay. I only told you that because I didn’t want you to find me if you came looking for me, I’m sorry.”

When Octavio finally processed your words, his eyes widened and he quietly asked “So, what you’re saying is I’ve been too...what, clingy? You don’t like having me around, is that it?” You were lost for words. You didn’t understand how Octavio had made a connection between you needing some space and you not wanting to be around him entirely. But before you could try and correct him, Octavio said with a firm steeliness visible in his light green eyes “Fine. I’ll give you space.”

“Octavio, don’t be silly. I was just-wait, come back!,” you’d desperately started to explain what you’d meant when Octavio dashed out of the dormitory past you, slamming the door roughly behind him. You sat down abruptly onto the bed and flopped onto your back. Why was being in a fake relationship so hard?

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urproblematicfav-arsonk · 4 years

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There's a lot of things about Borderlands 3 that makes it kinda a garbage game. And all of those things are valid and true but a aspect of bl3 that deeply bothers me isn't something I've really seen people talk about?? Maybe they have but I missed it but I want to say my interpretation. (Also like, spoiler warning throughout all of this post)

To start off with: hi, I'm a autistic afab nonbinary person and this is relevant for this little rant I'm bout to go on.

I want to begin by stating why I love this franchise so much.

Borderlands, whether you like it or not, is INCREDIBLY queer. And not in a coded kind of way, it's just flat out gay as fuck. And that means so fucking much to me. Borderlands 2 was one of the first times I ever felt fully represented in a game. Zer0 being this dumbass making Yugioh references and generally being a fun garbage boy and also being nonbinary meant a lot to me and I adore him to this day (nonbinary people can use gendered pronouns fuc off). And getting more and more into this series and finding out that basically every character was on some level queer was really cool to me. Maya being asexual and most of the characters being attracted to multiple genders so honestly and off handily was so refreshing and amazing to get to play through. The casual mentions of a woman's wife or some man's husband in the echo's you find or Moxxi talking about her ex girlfriends was one of the reasons I loved this so much.

Another thing I loved particularly about Borderlands 2 was how feminist it was. I can not tell you how quickly I lost my shit at Mr. Torgue talking about the friend zone being misogynistic(it is btw). And the repeated jokes about fully murdering men for being rude to women was some of the highlights of my first playthrough. Punching a guy till he explodes because he disrespected a sex worker?? Fucking immaculate.

SPEAKING OF SEX WORK.

Mad Moxxi is a icon. She is a mother of MULTIPLE children, a survivor of rape and assault and a fucking bad bitch who runs a now intergalactic titty bar. Getting to have not only a sex worker be respected in a narrative, Moxxi is fun and a genuinely complex character who isn't defined by her job or her appearance. She is emotional and strong and funny and flawed but amazing person.

And then there's the way the male characters a represented and treated. I'll be honest here, I haven't really played Borderlands 1, mostly because have been spoiled by auto pick up and also I just didn't feel like it. So my idea of most of the men are based entirely off of Bl2, the pre-sequel and Tales. Anyway, Mordecai in particular is a character I really liked upfront. I love how a lot of his motivation and character is driven by his love of animals and Bloodwing. He's kind and though troubled knows when to get his shit together and be there when he needs to be. His casual "are you okay?" After the latter falls in the Arid Nexus was such a nice moment and the way he genuinely tries to be there emotionally for all of the people around him who he cares for is so fucking rare to see in a male character. And his arc of giving up alcohol to focus on being a better bird dad and you getting to help Brick make Mordecai a special gift to celebrate his sobriety is so amazing and I'm so proud of him.

Mr. Torgue is my dad and I love him. As mentioned, he is normal and believes that the friend zone is absolute garbage talk is ICONIC™ and the best scene in that game fight me. Torgue is a crybaby. He is an emotional person who is not afraid to express his pain and hurt when people are mean to him. He respects women and loves unicorns. The fact that is physical appearance is a big muscle guy who screams but is the literal opposite of toxic masculinity will forever make him the best male character of all time and I love him and he is my dad.

Roland was a character that I was never in particularly attached to but I still respect him and did enjoy his presence. I really appreciated his leadership style being primarily based on empathy and logic as opposed to him being a big meanie man with a HUGE dick who yells at people. I always really resonated with the echo from Tannis talking about how she came to Sanctuary. Roland going out of his way to bring Tannis to safety while completely respecting her autism and struggle with socializing really made his death hit harder when Tannis was very obviously distraught by losing him. It really seems that Roland was the only one who didn't treat her differently. And as someone who's autistic, finding people who legit 100% understand and respect you and just let you live the way you want/need to is kinda hard and those are the qualities I'd personally want in a leader.

Angel is also a big spot of affection for me. Handsome Jack being a irrefutably horrible person who Angel flat out says gaslights people and killed her means a lot to me considering 99% of Bad Parent stories end with "I forgive u" getting to see an abusive victim take that narrative and say fuck you was powerful and meant a lot to me coming from my own abusive home life.

There's a lot of other things I love about Borderlands but if I keep going I won't stop lol so let's get into why Borderlands 3 makes me so uncomfortable.

One of the main things that bothered me was the sexism. Its nothing too horrifying but given how feminist bl2 was it was really shocking and a bit hurtful the number of times women are called bitches or made to seem crazy. If you recall I brought up how you punch a man to death for calling a woman a bitch? Yea no, in this game we mock women for having boundaries and opinions because lol she's just a CRAZY BITCH who just needs to stop acting so hysterical am I right guys?

Yea the whole mission with that stupid bear thing and his ex robot girlfriend made me insanely uncomfortable and upset. I kept waiting for the gotcha moment where it says actually this bear guy is a dick and he shouldn't use language like that but no we just,,,,,, are supposed to laugh along. I hate it.

Even though Borderlands 3 is still very much queer, this game introducing 2 new trans characters as well as a whole DLC about a gay marriage and one of the playable characters being a lesbian there was this some shit that bothered me.

The mission where you crash and ruin a lesbian wedding.

That mission made so upset and uncomfortable. I hated how traumatized and hurt Tumorhead was as I murdered her family and wife. I hated how unfulfilling the mission was where PLOT TWIST the lady was actually a spy or whatever. I hate how there's a mission about ruining some poor psycho ladies wedding. I would've much more preferred a mission where Idk Bloodshine asks you to help her kill a spy who's causing problems and then fucking go around Promethea collecting wedding decorations or something. OR MAYBE JUST NOT A MISSION WHERE YOU KILL LESBIANS FOR NO FUCKING REASON.

I'm mad, anyway.

I also hated how Tannis was treated in this game. Under absolutely no circumstance would Doctor Patricia Tannis ever willingly take up a position of leadership. She is a severely autistic woman who gets nose bleeds from talking to people she wouldn't just be like "I'm in charge now pls talk to me!!!" Fuck off. And the joke about her dating a minecart isn't funny. The whole thing with the chairs, though funny in its absurdities was still a very important and powerful moment of character exploration. Tannis is insane. She is traumatized and hurt and in a moment of severe torture, she humanized some inanimate objects to cope. Tannis crying over the echo over Phillip is a heartbreaking moment of true vulnerability. It is also funny, because that's how good dark comedy works. It can be both hysterical and emotionally ruining at the same time. So what exactly does Tannis divorcing a minecart mean? What is this saying about her character? Why is it funny? Because lol lol reference??? Again, fuck off.

I hate how the Calypso twins childhood is handled. Troy implies it was horribly abusive and traumatic. But when we met Typhon whatever, he acts like it wasn't that bad??? He acts like he just didn't buy his kids the latest iPhone and oh no whoopsie now they're evil, my bad guys. It feels super weird and I don't like it.

Speaking of abusive parents. THEY DID MY GIRL ANGEL DIRTY SO BAD. This was literally when I decided I hated this game. Angel being the one who killed her mother and not Jack was fucking horrible. Especially after the literal foreshadowing in borderlands 2 implying he did. The fact that Jack is treated like a fearful man making what he thought was the right decision was insulting. I get that MattPat manipulated the fandom into thing Jack is a uwu bean but fuck you, you're the writers and you should fucking know better. Handsome Jack saw his daughter had power and turned her into a living battery for him to use as he saw fit. He was not scared and he was NOT right. Fuck you and fuck you for framing child abuse as chill and ok if your spooked enough like that. And the mission directly contradicts the echo's in Get To Know Jack. If Angel killed her mom why does she ask Jack where her mommy is when he's putting her in her chambers?? Why is it in the echo Jack is aggressive and forcibly and hurtfully makes her go into her chambers but in the memory, he's quiet and passive about it?? That's literally just flat out bad writing. Also fuck you.

Anyway,

I think that's really all I wanted to say about this topic. Obviously, there are also things that suck about bl3 but I'll try to chill and not make this too long.

I mostly wanted to make this to see if people cared/are bothered by the same things I am. I've seen how some of the fandom treats the more emotional and gay aspects of this franchise(the people throwing a fit over Amara, the friend zone line, not respecting trans peoples pronouns, sexualizing and being gross about Moxxi)

Anyway that's it byeeeeeeeeeeeee

#rant time #i was also gonna post this on reddit but it turns out i don't know how to use that app lol #so i prob wont #but dont worry still got tumblr #anyway #borderlands #borderlands spoilers #borderlands 3 spoilers #borderlands 3 #borderlands 2

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The Grind House - Chapter 1

The Grind House: A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

Series Masterlist

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 2201

Rating: E

Square filled: @buckybarnesbingo - B1, AU- Coffee Shop, @star-spangled-bingo - coffee shop au

Warnings: None for this chapter, future smut most likely

Synopsis: When Bucky Barnes stops to get coffee and warm up at your coffee shop, he had just expected that caffeine might lift his mood a little. He didn’t expect to fall head-over-heels for you over a game of chess.

Chapter 1

Bucky wasn’t exactly in what he’d call a good mood. Even for him. Which was saying something really. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was that had put him in that mood either. He just sort of woke up surly and everything was just annoying him. He had been tempted to throw Clint out the window when he’d started up on a website he found that rated the Avengers on fuckability.

It had been snowing. That might have had something to do with it. He hated the cold and as the flakes landed on the ground he pulled his coat tighter around himself. He had to get inside. Maybe coffee would help? Caffeine might make the word a little more tolerable. At the very least coffee was hot.

He spotted a place up ahead and beelined right for it. It wasn’t a chain. Or at least if it was one he didn’t recognize it. The walls on the outside were dark wood with gold inlay acting as both decoration and spelling out the words ‘The Grind House’.

The large windows of the store were all darkened so you could barely even see inside. There was a fireplace though. He could see the light it was giving off even from down the street. Everything about the place appealed to him.

A bell over the door tinkled as he pushed it open and stepped inside. It was warm and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air. Around the store were shelves. Some contained the usual coffee shop merchandise - bags of coffee beans, decorative mugs, boxes of chocolates and French presses - while others just contained decorative knick-knacks like model ships and well-loved teddy bears, board games that had been clearly used over and over, and books. Around the shop were tables and chairs of various sizes. Small coffee tables surrounded by large wing back chairs. Large round dining tables with hardwood dining chairs and a hardwood bench with barstools along it. Each place had at least one outlet.

Bucky shrugged off his coat and hung it on the coat rack by the door. This was somehow both warm and cozy and incredibly cool and yet was remarkably empty. There was a couple sitting at a coffee table playing a game of cards and gazing at each other lovingly over their decks as they sipped on large mugs of coffee. And one of the tables had five elderly women playing Clue. Delicate teacups sitting beside them cooling.

For a moment he wondered if he might have just found his new favorite place and then you walked out from out the back.

Bucky was a practical man. He had lived a long time. Too fucking long if you asked him. He’d seen a lot. He didn’t believe in things like soulmates or love at first sight. So he had no idea what he was feeling as he locked eyes with you. It wasn’t lust. Or at least, not all of it was. That was there, under the surface. Lust always was when there was attraction after all. He just knew as the two of you looked at each other, that whoever you were, he wanted to get to know you more.

It was a thought that startled him. He hadn’t felt that for anyone. Not since… well not since he’d been taken by HYDRA that first time. Even as he’d followed Steve around fighting NAZI’s obliviously to the fact that yes, he could, in fact, go through something worse than his first experience as a human guinea pig and German POW, women just seemed abstractly attractive. Like a painting. You might admire it, but that didn’t mean you wanted to date it.

“Hi, there. What can I get you?” You asked coming over to the counter.

Bucky looked up at the menu. “Large Americano I guess.” He said.

“You started typing in the order. Like it black, huh?” You asked.

“Like my soul.” He said.

You laughed. It was warm and somehow completely genuine considering you had had to have heard that before. “With those blue eyes? That can’t be true.” You said.

“Truth is, it’s the only way I’ve ever had it.” He said. His face felt warm and for a moment he wondered if he was blushing. That couldn’t be right though. The Winter Soldier didn’t blush. He couldn’t remember ever blushing.

“Really? Do you have a lactose intolerance? We have other kinds of milk.”

“What?” He asked suppressing the urge to laugh. “No. No… I just… Haven’t I guess. Just used to drinking black coffee from a pot. And my friend said Americano was the closest to that in a place like this.”

“Well, they’re right. If you ever want to try something new let me know.” You said. “Did you want anything else?”

Bucky had a quick glance at the pastry cabinet. He was a sucker for sweets and it was rare he could resist one if there was something on offer. He selected one of the chocolate mousse cakes and paid.

“Is that to go?” You asked moving to the espresso machine.

“No, I'll have it here.” He said.

“Take a seat, I’ll bring it over. And grab a book or a game if you like. It’s kind of what we’re known for besides the coffee.” You said as you started up the machine.

“A game? But I don’t have anyone to play with.” He said.

You shrugged. “It’s pretty quiet if you don’t mind getting interrupted, I can play with you.”

Bucky went over to the wall and looked over the games. He thought it would just be a cursory glance. A lot of these games he didn’t recognize. Scythe looked complicated. Sushi Go looked silly. And what the hell was Cards Against Humanity? Not that it mattered, that game had a three played minimum. He had thought he’d just look to be nice, and then wave you off saying it was okay, he could just enjoy his coffee alone. That is what he intended to do, but as he browsed over the games, most of which he either didn’t recognize or were too complicated for one sitting, he started thinking this would be a good way to get to know you. A really good way. So he slid a chess board off the shelf and took it to a small table with leather wingback chairs on either side.

He set it up. It was nothing special. Just a cardboard board with a red and black grid and very basic standard plastic pieces. He set it up and decided to save time he’d choose white and make his first move. He pushed a pawn forward two spaces.

You came over with the coffee and small chocolate cake and put them on the table beside him. “Chess, huh? Well, I’m a little bit rusty, but I’m game.” You moved the pawn opposite his up so they were directly next to each other. “I keep thinking you seem familiar. Have you come in before?”

Bucky tensed a little. Was this why you were being nice? That little gleam of recognition from seeing him on the news or on television? Would the realization that he was an ex HYDRA assassin make you pull away immediately? Or worse kick him out of the store altogether?

He huffed and moved his knight forward so it sat just behind and to the side of his pawn. He might as well do this now though. Off like a bandaid. It wasn’t fair to you to force an interaction based on missing information. “No. You might have seen me in the news.” He took off the leather glove he kept covering his metal hand and flexed his fingers.

Your eyes went wide and you pointed at him. “Oh right, right. You’re an Avengers. You're - you're - Captain America’s friend. Umm… Oh… James Barnes. Sergeant James Barnes.”

Bucky smothered a laugh and shook his head. “Yeah, that’s me. I prefer Bucky though.”

“Oh god, I’m sorry. That was overboard wasn’t it?” You said as you moved another pawn forward.

“Maybe a little.” He teased. “It’s okay, that’s not normally the reaction I get.”

“No? But… you’re an Avenger.”

He assessed the board for a moment and brought the opposite pawn forward two spaces. “Yeah, but I haven’t always been. People don’t forget easily.”

You tapped your fingers on the table as you thought about your next move. “That’s not fair though. You save people.”

“I don’t blame them. I mean… what I did was public knowledge. It’s not… good…” He took a sip of the coffee. It was rich and full bodied. Bitter but not overly so. He hadn’t had a coffee this good in a long time.

“I see. Still, blame yourself huh?” You said. “Oh shit, sorry. I’m a busy body. You can ignore me if you like.”

He flexed his fingers and didn't say anything for a moment. “You probably aren't wrong though.”

“Maybe but I'm not your therapist. You don't need analyzing by some stranger.”

There was a tinkling as the door opened and a small group of people came in. You moved your bishop out so it sat diagonally next to his Knight and got up and returned to the counter to serve them.

As you took their orders and started to make them Bucky sat assessing the board. His fingers drummed on the table as he thought both about your words and his next move. He took a bite of the mousse cake and had a real urge to moan with how good it was. Creamy and sweet and a little tart. He suppressed it though and just started down trying not to watch you as you laughed and chatted with the new customers.

You hadn’t been wrong. He didn’t forgive himself. He wasn’t sure he ever could forgive himself. His hands were stained in blood and he thought maybe that was permanent.

He took your pawn with his and sat back drinking his coffee and eating his cake. When you had finished with the other customers you came back over. “Oh taking a piece while I’m not looking. Harsh.” You teased.

“Sorry. It was just the best move.” He said.

“That’s okay.” You said moving your bishop to take his knight.

“Oh, rough. My poor knight.” Bucky said and you laughed.

“Maybe that will teach you.” You said.

“So is this place yours?” He asked.

“Well, I’m a co-owner. Me and a couple of friends. I’m the coffee person, and there’s a cake person and a money person.” You explained.

“Who’s the game person?” He asked.

“Oh, we all are. That was one of the things that sparked the idea. We used to have game nights on Fridays and we’d drink so much coffee. We decided to see if we can make money doing that.” You said.

“You still do that?” He asked, taking your bishop with his queen.

“Dude!” You yelped. “Yeah, we do. Here. And it’s a big thing. It’s our busiest time. There’s a lot of finger foods and competitions going on. You should come sometime.”

Bucky wondered if that was a serious invitation or just one of those things people say. “Yeah, maybe.”

“Guy can’t be an Avenger all the time.” You said and took one of his pawns with yours. “It would be cool to have you. You can play with me and my friends if you like. Or if you wanted to bring people we can set you up with something.”

“I guess you can’t.” He agreed. “I might see what I can do. You know… missions and stuff.”

“Yeah, of course.” You said. He thought that was a look of disappointment on your face. He was pretty good at reading people. That was something that had been literally beaten into him. But what could you be disappointed about?

“I’ll try and make one.” He said moving his other bishop out.

His phone chimed and he picked it up. There was a message from Steve telling him he was needed back a the tower. He groaned and drained his coffee. “Shit, sorry. I gotta go.”

“Was that them? You got Avengers stuff?” You asked.

He risked a smile and nodded. “Yeah, something like that. Sorry about the game. I wanted to finish it.”

“Take a photo and the next time you’re here we can start up again.” You said, moving your knight out.

“Really? Yeah. Okay.” He said and took out his phone, snapping a picture of the board. “I’d like that.”

“So would I.” You said with a smile. “It was nice meeting you, Bucky. Just leave the board and I’ll pack it up for you.”

“Thanks,” He said getting up. “I guess I’ll see you again.”

“Soon, I hope.” You said with a smile.

He grabbed his coat and shrugged it back on, watching as you started clearing off his table. Whatever had put him in such a bad mood was well and truly gone. Now he just had to figure out whether he was ready to ask someone out on a date.

// NEXT

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littlebitoffanfic · 5 years

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Coffee - Naga x reader

Naga x reader Request: would you write a modern au for a naga where the reader works at a little coffee shop and the naga is snarky and sarcastic but one day makes the reader have an accident? Glancing at the clock, you smiled. You only had another 2 hours left of your shift and then you had a full four days off. Do you plan on being at all productive over the next four day? No. But you still couldn’t wait. Ringing through the order for the orc in front of you, you quickly got to work making it in a to-go cup before handing him it. He thanked you and left the café. Your co-worker Sally had went through the back to try sort out some of the stock which was fine because the last few hours were always quiet. And you could call on her if you needed to. You started to clean the coffee machine, knowing it would only need a wipe down at the end of the night when you heard the door open. you turned around, and your heart fell into your stomach. You knew the customer who entered. He came most days and he had a foul mood about him. Especially towards you. he seemed to snap a little more at you than he did the others who worked here. And you couldn’t say why. It wasn’t because you were the newest since that was Mark. It couldn’t be because you had ever got his order wrong since you knew it off the top of your head. You treated him very professionally, unlike William, who would joke about things and take jokes too far. You spent the first few months of this job wondering why he hated you so before coming to the conclusion that he must just not like you. The customer in question was a naga, part human and part snake. His kind were known for being a bit more easier to annoy than humans or orcs. His name was Rask, which you had got when he had left his wallet and you had dropped it through his door from the address on his cards. He never thanked you for doing this, or even acknowledged it. “same as normal?” You smile at him as he came up to the counter. he gave a single nod and you set to work making his coffee. Rask was about 7 foot tall with his tail normally about 3 foot on the floor to hold him up. He had striking red eyes which were more silted than humans. His nose was flatter with the nostrils more like slits again, but his mouth and ears were fairly similar to human features. His hair was jet black and a little longer than most guys you knew, falling about half way down to his shoulders. Like most naga, he wore tops but nothing to cover his tail which was black like his hair. But some sections were red, and the scales seemed to shimmer in the light. If he wasn’t so unkind, you would be willing to admit he was attractive. Pressing the top on the to-go cup, you held it out to him with a smile. He took it and went to a table at the side. Normally, it wasn’t allowed for customers with to-go cups to sit in, but he would normally stay for five minutes before going. One of the customer who were sitting up with back came up to the counter. She was an older woman so when she ordered another two teas, you said you would bring them over. making both of the quickly, you placed them both on the tray before walking out from behind the counter. But you didn’t see Rask had moved his tail out slightly from the table as he had sat down. Not until your foot caught on it and you tripped up. The first thing you felt was pain as you fell to the floor with a loud clatter. Both teapots smashed and the boiling liquid poured out onto your hands. That coupled with the impact of the floor knocked the wind out of you as you took a moment to react. But you weren’t quick enough. “God damn it. Stupid, stupid, idiot girl.” Rask growled as a moved out and away from the spillage. He must have got some of the water sprayed on his tail as well as you tripping over him. your hands and forearms were on fire as tears poured down your cheeks. You raised your hands and sat back on your knees, turing your palms up. You could see the skin was burnt on both hands but your left hand had a few cuts from the broken teapots. Blood was dripping down your hand as it pulsed with pain. “Are you really so stupid that you didn’t-“ Rasks insults were cut off as you let out a sob and pulled your hands against your chest. The two old ladies who had ordered the teas were getting to their feet but you were quicker. You scrambled to your feet, gasping for air as you arms shook, the searing pain making it hard to take a full breath. “[y/n]?” Rasks voice was soft, softer than you had ever heard it before. You saw him reach out a hand to you through your teary eyes but you backed away. Turning on your heel, you fled into the back. ------------time skip -------------- You stood in your kitchen, gently stirring your cup of tea. It had been a week since the accident and you had been given sick leave. Sally had ran to you when she heard the crash but you slipped out the back, heading straight to the hospital. Normally you would have just dealt with a burn on your own, but both your hands were scolded by boiling water along with a few open cuts. No, you needed help. They cleaned and bandaged you up, giving you cream for the burns. They said your hands would be sensitive and sore for a few weeks but should heal up nicely. Sally, who had been texting you consistent, stayed the first few days so she could help you. but once you were able to do most things by yourself, she returned to work. Your boss had given you 3-4 weeks sick leave, but you were pretty sure you could go back by the 3 week stage. Your phone buzzed and you picked it up, seeing it was the café. “Hello?” You answered, popping it on loud speaker as you sipped your coffee. “You gotta come back.” William laughed over the phone and you heard a few voices in the background. It was about closing time so they were probably finished. “Why?” you ask, knowing they wouldn’t ask you back before you were ready. “You know that naga? The one with the black hair?” Sally asks, obviously having pulled the phone away from William. “Yeah.” Your interest peaked. “hes been in every day since then, asking where you are. And, well, William here was winding him up. Said you quit and you weren’t ever coming back because of what he had said to you.” Sally said and you froze. The two older women had told Sally what he had said when you left, tsking as they did so. You knew William and Mark were livid when they had heard about it but you had reminded them he might have been hurt too. “And today he asked for your number!” William called over Sallys shoulder and you heard a ‘oft’, meaning she elbowed him in the stomach. “Wait, what?” You gasp, unable to believe what they were saying. “Yeah, he wants to talk to you. I think he feels bad or something.” Sally tells you, her voice giving away that she was probably bouncing up and down like a school girl. She was the only one you had entrusted your small crush on Rask to and then she told everyone else. “You didn’t give it, did you?” You ask, prepared to pull out the ‘employee confidentiality’ hand if needed. “No, I said I couldn’t give him it without your consent. But he left his number.” She said and you heard a rustle of paper. “Give me a minute.” You sign as you open your keypad on your phone before signalling for her to read you the number. Once you had it, you saved it under his name. “You gotta call me and tell me what he says!” Sally demanded and you rolled your eyes. “Hes probably just going to apologies. Don’t read too much into it.” You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You quickly say your goodbyes before hanging up. You don’t know how long you stood, staring at his number. What would you say? What if he didn’t know your name and you had to introduce yourself as the idiot girl from the café? What if he didn’t answer? Would you leave a message? eventually, you shook your head, mumbled ‘fuck it’, and pressed call. you expected it to ring out and then you could relax, but after 2 rings, it was picked up. “Hello?” The voice belonging to Rask answered. “Hi, its [y/n], from the-“ You were about to say the name of the café when he cut you off. “yes, yes, [y/n].” He said, but not in an impatient way or trying to get you to speed up. He breathed your name like he had down when he realised you were hurt. ��Sally said you wanted to talk to me?” You try to move the conversation on, unsure why your heart was hammering in your chest. “yes, yes, yes.” He stuttered over himself. You had never heard him speak like this. “I wanted to give my apologies for what happened that day. I didn’t mean what was said. And I am sorry for tripping you up.“ “Its okay. Thank you. I really appreciate it. And Im sorry if I got anything on you.” You smile, touched by his sincere apology. “Would you- Could I take you out for coffee or something?” Rask suddenly said, the words tumbling quickly from his mouth. “Oh, um, listen. William was just –“ You were about to say ‘pulling your leg’ but quickly changed it. “Messing about when he said I quit. Ive got sickness leave for my hands to heal. You don’t have to-“ “I want to. Please?” Rask said and you felt your knees going weak. How could you refuse. “Okay. Uh, how about tomorrow?” You ask, unable to stop the smile on your lips. “Yes, do you know the Coffee Bean? On Crown Street?” He asks. “You go to another coffee shop? Im hurt.” You laugh, trying to break the tension. It seemed to work as you heard him chuckle on the other end. You had never heard him laugh. Or even seen him give a genuine smile. You resolved to rectify that tomorrow. -----time skip ------------ He agreed to meet you at 3pm, since he would be finished his work before then. You stood outside the shop with your hands in your pockets. It was a cold day and even with your bandaged hands, you felt the chill. you glanced to the side and saw Rask coming round the corner. When you met his gaze, you smiled at him. He nodded gently as he approached. You wondered how he must deal with the coldness in his tail but you weren’t going to ask. He was wearing his normal suite with a scarf around his neck which you had only seen him wear a handful of times. “Good afternoon.” You smiled. “Im not a customer. You don’t have to greet me like that.” He hissed, making you jump a little. When he saw your reaction, he ducked his head. You felt your heart break a little. You thought this was going to be a nice afternoon, perhaps you could even get to know him. But apparently you were wrong. However, he was right. He wasn’t a customer. So you didn’t have to worry about talking back to him. “I know that. Would you prefer I say nothing at all?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. your response made him look up at you again and you saw a smirk pull on his thin lips. “Preferably not.” He said before signalling for you to go inside. it was easer if you went in front of him because of his tail. “What would you like?” He asked you as you both look up at the board. “Um, a hot chocolate would be nice.” You look to him for approval and he nods. “You should find us a seat.” He directs and you look around the nearly empty café. “Hmm, I don’t know. I cant see any.” You look back at Rask, faking a concerned look. His eyes dart around the place, obviously confused by your comments before he catches on and chuckles a little. smiling, you were glad you got your goal out of the way as you made your way over to a little booth in the back. it was by the small fire which was lit so you hoped it would keep you both warm. It definitely felt strange seeing him outside of work. It was like seeing a co-worker who you never see outside work. You pulled off your coat and draped it over the chair before walking closer to the fire. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Rask approaching with a tray which he placed on the table. He set your hot chocolate on one side and his coffee on the other before sliding into the seat. You returned to the table and slid into your own, reaching out for the cup when you heard a hiss. Jumping, you looked up and saw Rask was staring at your bandaged hands. Well, they weren’t completely bandaged. Your forearm up to your fingers were completely bandaged. Both your thumbs were as were several of your other fingers. “What?” You ask, confused by his reaction. “You shouldn’t be picking anything up.” He snaps, and suddenly you could see the distress in his eyes. He looked panicked. “Its fine. They have to stay bandaged to avoid infection. They are actually mending really well.” You smile, reaching and picking up the cup to take a sip. “The first few days were bad but Sally came and helped me. Now its just a waiting game.” Upon seeing you were fine, he takes a sip of his coffee. “How is it?” You ask, nodding to his cup. “alright. Not as good as you make it.” He grumbles, frowning a little but taking another sip nonetheless. You couldn’t help but smile at his comment. “I think that’s the first compliment you’ve ever give me.” You smile, raising an eyebrow at him. “Don’t let it go to your head.” He quips back, making you laugh. As you and Rask settled into your seats, you found it rather easy to speak to him. He was smart and liked classical literate. You both spoke of your favourite authors and Rask seemed impressed by your knowledge and favourite books and after a few deep conversations about the meaning because scenes and the complex characters, you realised it was dark out. But you didn’t mind, and neither did Rask as he offered you another drink. You pointed out the café would probably close soon since it was late. You had always had problems reading Rasks emotions, but now you could swear he seemed dishearten by your rejection of his offer. So you decided to counter it. “Do you want to come back to mine? I’ll make you a proper coffee?” you ask with a smirk as you eye his half drunk coffee. you saw the confusion in his eyes as he stared at you, but he nodded. The two of you left the café and you lead the way back to your place. You fumbled with your keys so Rask took them gently from your hand and unlocked your front door, motioning for you to step inside first. He really was a gentleman. You made him his coffee and the two of you sat on your sofa, continuing to talk about literature as well as moving onto favourite films. You ended up sitting rather close, his tail ending up lying around your feet and your thigh against the top of his tail. everything was going lovely until a beeping noise came from his breast pockets of his suite. He dug it out, muttering something about work and answered the call. From what you could make out, they needed him to come for a meeting about new contract that had to be signed right away. You could tell from the way his eyes flicked to you and how his tail felt like it tensed that he didn’t want to leave, but his work insisted it was urgent. He hung up and pushed himself off the sofa. “Im sorry.” He mumbled, ducking his head as if he were embarrassed or annoyed. “Its okay. Ive been called in last minute as well.” You shrug, showing that you didn’t take offence to him having to run quickly. he looked at you, and you swore you could see sadness in his eyes as he turned towards to the door. “Rask?” You asked, following him to the door. But he turned quicker than you expected and you nearly bumped into him. You lost your footing on his tail and stumbled. The fear of the pain as you hit the floor verse the pain if you used your hands to catch yourself seemed equally unappealing. But you didn’t need to worry. Arms wrapped around you and Rask caught you before you fell, pulling you against his chest. You let out a small squeeze of surprised as you looked up and seeing he was staring down at you, wide eyed. his eyes darted to your lips, but then back to your eyes as he seemed to be in some sort of inner conflict with himself. he ducked his head down, stopping millimetres from your lips as if testing the water. Or waiting for you. You close the distance, pressing your lips to his. his lips were soft and cold to touch, but pleasant enough. He moved his lips against you’re the second he realised you had kissed him back. His kiss reflect him to a t. mature and cold but with hints of passion and desire. You felt his whole shake as he pulled you closer, like he couldn’t stand another moment without you against him. You rested your hands on his chest, feeling how his heart hammered beneath his skin. Eventually, it was too much as you had to break the kiss for air. “I always thought you didn’t like me.” You breathe as he pulls back from the kiss. “I wouldn’t try see you every day if I didn’t like you.” Rask hissed, his voice low and sending a shiver down your spin. “im glad you come to see me.” You smile, and you feel Rask relax. You didn’t even notice he had been so tense but apparently waiting to see your reaction was killing him. He leaned in, gently pressing his lips against your own in a more soothing kiss that seemed less controlled and stiff. This time, you allowed your lips to move against his with no questions, simply enjoying the feeling and sensation. Until his phone buzzed again. Rask growled into the kiss, pulling himself back to grab the phone out his coat and answering the call which was again from his work. “Im just coming.” He half snarled down the line, the person on the other end telling him to hurry up before hanging up. He huffed through his nose and shoved the phone back in to his pocket. “Since you’ve been having some bother with William, you could always come here tomorrow for your coffee?” You suggested, tilting your head to the side as you always let out a giggle at the way his snapped to meet your own. He nodded quickly, a full three times. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him agree to something so eagerly. You lean up and press a quick kiss to his lips, almost hating that he had to leave right this second. You could easily get used to feeling his arms around you and his tail coiled around your feet. but he had to leave, and Rask seemed just as annoyed about that fact as you did. he opened your door and you held it open, waving him goodbye to him before retreating back into your warm house. you felt like you were walking on air or clouds as you drifted back to the living room. You fell back into your couch, grabbing your phone and about to call Sally and gush over the best kiss you had had in your life only for something to catch your eye from the side. Rasks scarf. You bit your lip as you opened a message to send to him. “Did you leave your scarf here by accident or on purpose so you have to come back tonight?” You send. You see it was read almost straight away and your phone pinged with the response. “And if it was a bit of both?” He replied. “Then message me when your 5 minutes away and I’ll have a coffee ready for you when you get here. Enjoy your meeting.” You reply. then you open your call log and call Sally, putting her on loud speaker so you could tidy up while you gushed to Sally over your news. Not an hour later, you got a message from Rask, saying he was just on your street. This would be an interesting night and you might both need coffee.

#naga x reader #modern au #naga

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dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt · 5 years

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tell me about your favourite tumblr user(s)

OKAY SPEED ROUND OF AMAZING TUMBLR USERS

@auroradrawing AMAZING ARTIST, HAS A SKETCH-TYPE STYLE THAT MAKES MY HEART FEEL SO WARM N REMINDS ME OF FAMILY (also super nice)

@eluari ANOTHER AMAZING ARTIST, HER WORKS LOOK LIKE THEY CAME FROM A TIME AND PLACE LONG PAST AND I LOVE IT AND HER STORY IDEA IS SO INTRIGUING (also super nice)

@tiredngaybois HILARIOUS AND INSANELY TALENTED IRISH BEAN, WOULD DIE FOR HIM AND HIS OCS, GREAT AT ART + MUSIC + BEING A SWEETHEART. PLAYS DND AND IS LIKE THE ONLY DM I’D TRUST (foolishly)

@myriadimagines VERY WISE SOMEWHAT OF A MEME BEAN. AMAZING WRITER, WORDS GIVE YOU THE SENSE THAT YOU’RE FLOATING THEY’RE SO GOOD. I HAVE A HUNCH SHE GIVES EXCEPTIONALLY GOOD HUGS (lmao we’re moving to New York and starting a dog sanctuary one day X’D X”D )

@steverogershield SWEET BEAN. LOVELY BEAN. LITTLE BALL OF TALENT. WRITES SO WELL YOU FEEL LIKE YOU ENTERED A DIFFERENT DIMENSION AND RETURNED. VERY SMART AND ACCOMPLISHED. ACTUAL ANGEL.

@hypsiacrobasiphobia V TOL AND TALENTED AND NICE COOKIE. ACTUAL MODEL. LOVES PIRATES, PROBABLY WAS ONE IN A PAST LIFE. UNRELATED BIG SISTER WHO I LOVE TO ANNOY. HAS A WRITING BLOG: A MUST-FOLLOW.

@supervalcsi LOVELY HUNGARIAN BEAN. V STRESSED BUT POWERING THRU LIKE A HERO. OBSESSED WITH FANFICS AND V RELATABLE. HAS A WEIRD THING WITH FINDING HER WAY TO MOVIE SETS.

@hufflepuff-jedi ANOTHER HUNGARIAN BEAN!!! ARCHAEOLOGY GENIUS. SO SWEET AND NICE. ACTUAL HUMAN SUNFLOWER. 10/10 WOULD BOMBARD WITH PUPPY GIFS!!! SO SO SO ENCOURAGING AND SO UNBELIEVABLY NICE!!!

@spaceprince-joshua AN UNFAIRLY ATTRACTIVE COOKIE WHO IS V CLEVER AND AN INCREDIBLE ARTIST. LOVES RELIGION ATM AND HIS AESTHETIC IS SO DAMN ON POINT. WOULD SELL A KIDNEY TO BE HALF AS COOL AS HIM. HECK.

@philthepegacorn LOVELY WONDERFUL FLOWER!!! STARTING UP HER WRITING BLOG AGAIN AND DOING A HECKIN GREAT JOB!!! IS GENUINELY SO NICE AND SUPPORTIVE AND IT ALWAYS MAKES ME SMILE TO SEE HER IN MY NOTES!!!

@alex–blue WONDERFUL BEAN BOI. COULD TAKE ON A CAR AND WIN, HE’S SO TOUGH. V FUNNY AND NICE. AMAZING TASTE IN MUSIC. HAIR AS COLOURFUL AS HIS PERSONALITY. DESERVES ALL THE GOOD IN THE WORLD.

@imagines-for-fandoms AMAZING TALENTED BEAN LIKE OH MY GOD HOW DO YOU MAKE AESTHETICS THAT GOOD LIKE?????? ALSO SEEMS HELLA COOL AND LOVELY AND GIVES MAJOR GOOD VIBES!!

@lotsoffandomimagines BADASS WHO DOESN’T TAKE NO SHIT BUT IS ALSO SO SUPER NICE??? LIKE HONESTLY TELL ME YOUR SECRETS ACE. AMAZING WRITER AND A BIT INTIMIDATING BUT V LOVELY.

@cherryskies13 MARCO IS BEST BEAN AND ALWAYS SO SWEET AND PURE N I LOVE HIM!! WE HAVEN’T TALKED MUCH BUT EVERY TIME WE HAVE I LOVE HIM N WOULD DIE FOR HIM!!! V AESTHETIC. V NICE.

@coliens LITERALLY ONE OF THE REASONS I MADE A TUMBLR WAS TO FOLLOW THIS PERSON. AMAZING ART STYLE AND GENERALLY HILARIOUS AND SEEMS V NICE. I AM NOT WORTHY BUT I WANTED TO INCLUDE HER BC SHE’S ONE OF MY FAVE TUMBLRS.

I know I’m probably forgetting people (i’m rlly sorry I still love you v much!!) bc there are honestly so many good people I’ve somehow managed??? to make friends with??? like oh my gosh what’d I do to deserve you absolute angels!!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!

#Matt speaks #asks #pretty sure you sent this Alex but you got tagged anyway #X'D #frens #I love them so much #y'all have no idea #they're so good #just so good #the best people ever #:')#<3

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soaringlanddormitory · 5 years

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✵ Emile/Kaoru, ✵ Keiko/Takashi, Soren/Manami, Yoko/Killian :3

Yes!! Of course!!

Emile/Kaoru

Their first impression of your muse: “He seems like a nice person! He even said thank you in Spanish… I want to learn Spanish now so I can make him feel more at home when he talks with me!”

Current impression: “Emile? A Hero? A GUITAR HERO?! Yes, he’s amazing and no one can tell me otherwise. One of the closest friends I have and I love him so much. The best guitarist known to man, and one of the sweetest ones as well!”

Are they attracted to your muse?: He is attracted to his personality and love for music. He thinks that he’s just genuinely approachable so that makes him attractive!

Something they find frightening about your muse: He doesn’t think anything is frightening about Emile. He’s just too sweet!

Something they find adorable about your muse: He loves the fact that he’s so enthusiastic every time he has the chance to play the guitar for people!!

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: He definitely would!!

Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic: Platonic dates!! He’d be so down with hanging out with him and just be great friends together!!

One word my muse would use to describe yours: “Musical” Emile knows how to play the guitar, and he knows how to sing!! Plus, musical in a symbolism way since he music also made his life better!

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: NEVER!

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: Hugs, yes!!

Keiko/Takashi

Their first impression of your muse: “Ooooo another person with the last name Marui? That’s interesting!! She’s in first year? Awww, I gotta be her friend! I love my lower classmen a whole bunch!”

Current impression: “I WILL DIE FOR KEIKO. I LOVE HER SO MUCH AND SHE’S SUCH A SWEET BEAN! I love talking to her a lot, and I feel like I’ve been with her for years! It’s always a great time with her! She’s pancake FANTASTIC!”

Are they attracted to your muse?: He actually thinks she’s attractive! Her looks and intelligence? It’s a great thing! Plus, all his friends are attractive and he thinks that being attracted to them is simply fate!

Something they find frightening about your muse: He’s not terrified of her, but he’s terrified every moment her soul leaves her body. He screams internally out of worry.

Something they find adorable about your muse: Everything?? About?? Keiko?? Is?? Cute?? But one major thing is every time she shows she’s excited?? ADORABLE.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: Hell yeah he would! He would go to the underworld for her and bring back Hades with him as if they’re bros.

Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic: PLATONIC DATES!! Those sates are always fun!! Especially when you have similar ships with the other!! Plus, he really loves having dates with people!!

One word my muse would use to describe yours: “Amazing” Isn’t that enough said? He just thinks that she’s amazing in her own ways and if people thought otherwise, they’re getting a kick on their shins.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: No!! He won’t slap her!! Unless, if it’s to try and slap her awake… because her soul leaves her body gkjdbfg

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: HUGS ALL THE WAY!! He has the same hugging habits as his mom so kjbg

Soren/Manami

Their first impression of your muse: “I heard he’s the prince of Totsuki in their universe!! I wanna be friends with a prince!! I want to be his friend!! He also seems really nice!!”

Current impression: “I hope Soren knows he’s his own person and that people know this!! I don’t recognize him because he’s a Nakiri, I recognize him because he’s Soren! He’s an amazing person and I want to remind him every day that he’s one of the best people I know!!”

Are they attracted to your muse?: Yes!! She is attracted to him!! But like how she is with her brothers!! Like she loves being around him and she doesn’t want to leave his side a lot of times!! She feels really attached to him!

Something they find frightening about your muse: She’s not frightened of him at all! She’s more frightened at the fact that people only remember him as “Ria’s brother” when he !! is!! Soren!!

Something they find adorable about your muse: She thinks him giving out roses to people is really cute!! She always appreciates it too!

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: Yes!! She’d definitely sacrifice herself for him!!

Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic: Platonic date!! Because she really loves going on dates with people, and I can imagine them being friends and hanging out a lot!!

One word my muse would use to describe yours: “Lovable” She thinks he’s lovable and sweet!! And he’s one of the best people she knows for who he is!!

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: NO!!!!

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: Hugs!!!!

Yoko/Killian

Their first impression of your muse: “I heard that people treat her in a bad way and if the world decides to treat her like this- I’ll treat her differently. I want to make her feel that she’s loved. She seems really nice too, why are people like this?”

Current impression: “I would defend her with my entire life and I’ll punch anyone to next year if they offend her in front of me. She’s such a great person and she’s someone who I feel deserves far better than what other humans do. I’ll never forget any of our conversations. I want to protect her and be one of the people who treat her right.”

Are they attracted to your muse?: Yes, Killian is! He loves how she looks physically, admittedly! He doesn’t know why people think different than him. Also, he’s attracted to her mostly because they have the same interests!!

Something they find frightening about your muse: There is nothing frightening about her! If he should really name one, maybe her stories of the Creepypastas she writes, but if it’s about herself- then no!

Something they find adorable about your muse: He finds her love for Tamaki really adorable!! He can sit there for hours listening to her talking about him and these are some few moments when people can catch Killian flashing a grin!!

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: HE WOULD. Like he’d even go to a fist fight with Dwayne Johnson if it’s for her.

Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic: Platonic! Seriously, he’s so down with anything as long as he gets to talk to her!

One word my muse would use to describe yours: “Special” He believes that she’s special in her own- from how she acts to how she is a person. That’s what makes her important and interesting! Plus she’s a very special person in his life!!

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: Nope, he won’t! Unless asked but why would she?

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: Probably hug, and he’s actually a gentleman sometimes so kiss on the hand if she’s comfortable with that!

#ask

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mbtimemes · 7 years

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brutally honest descriptions of the mbti types based off my experiences with them via a very sleep deprived infp

enfp:

-commitment issues? haha i’ve never heard of those :))))

-will literally punch a toddler in the throat if they say they support trump

-so i took the mbti test 7 times and i got infp twice and entp once?? i don’t really know, because i kind of fit into the infj sterotypes more, but if you really think about it i’m kind of an enfj? but i also really relate to isfps, but then again i think i’m too opinionated and logical to be a feeler, so entp isn’t out of the question, but i also feel like the entj cognitive functions really fit m

-genuinely love animals and it’s so pure

-hi sorry for not replying, i was in prison :3 also i moved to norway lol

-actually just the 2007 taco xd random aesthetic irl

-“i just came up with another book plot” texts approximately every 2.3 hours

isfp:

-hi i’m melissa i’m a 23 year old art school dropout and i abuse prescription pills but it’s okay because i have 200 followers on my grunge aesthetic instagram account. rent me an apartment?

-(talking about veganism to someone at a party) i just don’t understand how anyone could put all of that stuff in their body :/ *bends down to snort a line of cocaine*

-actually really artistically talented but much like the infp they refuse to give themselves any credit for it

-my dream man is someone who goes to coachella with me, helps me align my charkas, takes sad candid pictures of me, is willing to backpack around europe with me and my philosophy class during the summer,

-*googles* why do i share a type with literally every indie musician that has ever breathed lol

-probably fucked your girl in the back of a vape shop

infj:

-if you manage to find one never let them go they are some of the best people you’ll ever meet

-huge harry potter nerds

-can manage to get you to spill out your entire life story to them with a concerned glance

-please actually care for yourself for once and a while literally you do everything for everyone else just take some time for yourself god dammit you deserve it

-CATS™

-could be literally the most talented person in the world but would never come close to admitting it

-hi i’m actually just jesus christ irl! nice to meet you :-)

intj:

-they know everything

-like seriously everything it’s kind of scary like calm down karl

- allows themselves to recognize exactly one (1) human emotion per year

-can read for hours on end without getting bored and genuinely loves learning

-are generally dicks tbh especially to the people they love the most

-wikipedia articles™

-they actually aren’t actually the emotionless robots tumblr seems to display them as, they are actually extremely emotional in my experience and tend to get offended/upset easily and over small things

-sci-fi, cats, and machines > humans

-superiority complex™

-cute when they aren’t busy throwing tantrums/crushing the souls of their enemies

esfj:

-hi i’m martha, i’m 32 years young, i like long walks by the beach, yoga, and judging my neighbors for not mowing their lawn :-)

-tend to be extra™ parents and their kids can either turn out complete emotional wreck assholes because they’ve never been disciplined or the happiest child you’ll ever meet, there is no in between

-they may be complete snakes and have never came up with an original idea in their entire life but boy can they make a killer chicken parmesan

-kind of comforting in a mother-like sense when they aren’t busy being judgmental dicks

-will clean your entire house for you on a whim

infp:

-wow i love being an infj :)) top 1% haha :))

-will literally develop a crush on someone because they say they know what tumblr is

-find purpose in writing/creating in general

-ending toxic relationships?? haha what’s that??? :))

-constantly switches between their “you can’t control me it isn’t a phase mom go away >:(( my chemical pilots at the disco saved me xd i will literally punch a baby fuck the system i’m 2cool4school” persona and their “i’m such a smol bean :3 save all the animals <333 i love pretty girls and dogs :))” persona

-“can i txt you back in like 15 mins i’m having an emotional breakdown lol”

-actually genuinely empathetic and creatively gifted but gives themself credit for none of it

-intelligent but fails classes because their teacher said something that went against their morals

-playing the victim? never heard of it! :))

-secretly just meme hoarders

-attention whores tbh i won’t even deny it

-o v e r d r a m a t i c

entp:

-hi it’s 6 fucking am and everyone just wants to go back to sleep or die or both but i’m gonna start an argument with the professor over the origin of tangerines for no apparent reason

-*googles* how to permanently get rid of my fe in 5 simple steps

-follow my meme page xd

-so what if i love my dog more than i do myself and my entire family?

-this conversation is boring me i’m gonna go chug a bottle of vodka and binge bill nye the science guy™ peace out

-have low self-esteems but compensate through obscure dark web conspiracy theories at 3 in the morning

-shirley i didn’t call you back because you’re a fake ass bitch not because i didn’t like your lasagna at the block party

estp:

-why do i keep physically abusing my crush lol

-and why do i keep yelling i can’t even stop at this point someone please send help

-they love food more than they do themselves

-fuckboys™

-hi welcome to my prank youtube channel :3

-the type of people to show up to school with 37 puppies and a knife

-i’m not gay but 20 bucks is 20 bucks

entj:

-sorry i didn’t show up to school because you’re fucking stupid

-awe infp is so cute <3 i’ll destroy them last

-*on the floor, drunk, talking to their dog* you’re the only motherfucker in this town who can handle me

-what do you mean other people’s opinions/beliefs besides my own are valid lol??

-lowkey have daddy kinks

-what do you mean it’s physically impossible for me to control every aspect of my life??

-i mean if you really think about it voldemort was the victim,

-the type of person who could tell their crush they like them without flinching. terrifying

istp:

-wears d.a.r.e shirts ironically

-1990’s grunge aesthetic

-would walk into a burning building for the meme

-playing the hero?? haha never heard of it :))

-ew what the fuck man get those feelings away from me lol

-fuck da police

-following the rules?? that seems excessive lmao no thanks

istj:

-i once had one (1) original idea back in the summer of ’67. it was terrifying. i’ll never do it again.

-your scary math teacher that wears black socks everyday expects friday. then they jazz it up a bit with stripes. will mark your grade up if you say you like the same sports team as they do.

-understanding concepts outside of your own experiences? lmao no thanks?

-will make quizlet sets organize your desk for you

-my dream in life is to narrate a crime documentary and complete my george washington memorabilia collection.

-remembers all of their colleagues birthdays. doesn’t say happy birthday.

enfj:

-fucking get over your ex already he wasn’t that attractive calm down allison

-*googles* why do i relate to regina george from mean girls so much?

-the type of person who tells your boyfriend you have a crush on him

-o v e r d r a m a t i c

-gets your shit together for you. judges you

intp:

-dead inside

-if you can manage to find one that actually tolerates you they are some of the most loyal and true people you’ll ever meet

-horrible social skills, compensates through meme hoarding

-sends you links to conspiracy theory videos when you’re sad

-extremely intelligent but they get lost in their own house

-whoops i just remember i haven’t showered in 3 weeks lol

-i would laugh at that joke but i’m 3 hours deep into an existential crisis and i’m 100% convinced you are actually a robot created by bill clinton so not today jeff

esfp:

-yes homo

-cries over cat videos in public

-facetimes you in a grasshopper fursuit at 3 in the morning

-probably an alcoholic

-has 87 different crushes at once

-you haven’t talked to them in 7 years but they’ll show up at your birthday party and give you dog

-also attention whores

-generally has the personality of someone who just did 10 lines of cocaine

isfj:

-one sec let me just gather up all of the fake empathy i can muster for this particular situation

-that one kid in class who always has perfect notes

-shudders at the thought of… a… creative… thought….

-falls in love with an estp approximately every 23 seconds

-hi i’m karen, i’m 34, i love my family, cupcake baking, helping people of course until it interferes with my own personal comfort haha, christmas decorations, room layouts,

-probably has a studyblr

estj:

-your angry boss

-probably cyberbullies children on the internet

-has an emotional breakdown when they don’t win classroom jeopardy

-*googles* who is bernie sanders and why do i want him dead

-organizes your shit for you, regrets it later

-dead inside

#mbti #myers briggs #enfp #infp #isfp #esfp #esfj #isfj #istj #istp #enfj #intp #intj #infj #estp #entp #entj

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realisticperfectionist · 6 years

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2018.02.10.

bgm : Gentlemen Don’t - Gabe Bondoc

FUCKING SICK OF STEREOTYPES

so, I go to an engineering school that has around 130 people per grade, and in my specific grade, there’s about 29 girls, which accounts for less than a quarter of the whole grade. The ratio sucks, I know, but what’s been bothering me the most is the way people just have these stereotypes and shove it up everyone’s asses.

“woA, language there oli- that’s not lady like!!!”

yea fuck that shit.

I was at a party once, and there were some girls from other schools who were obviously trashed- going, to put it nicely, crazy. and this one person, who I thought I got along pretty well with (although I’m hella selective) said something along the lines of “that’s how you know they don’t go to cooper.”

okay okay okay hold the fUCK UP.

the comment was derogatory not only for the girls who were at the party, but also for the girls at cooper, who weren’t even there to hear the comment (for their good, i guess).

The insinuation that the drunk girls seemed attractive and available while the girls at cooper are boring and (god forbid me say it) unattractive, isn’t really news here at cooper. You might say “oh how do you know that’s what he meant?” but trust me, the conversation following that comment would make it obviously clear. I won’t share them for the sake of everyone who happens to read this. Anyway, I’ve learned to deal with these daily incidents of discrimination and insults and although it annoys, no ENRAGES me beyond imagination, I’ve realized that no matter how often I point these out to the offenders, they won’t ever completely understand.

I work at the Computer Center on campus. And whenever I am on duty, when someone comes in for help, they see me with the operator sign yet go to a MALE operator to ask questions. and when that operator obviously (and unsurprisingly honestly) doesn’t know what to do, they finally come to me. When I tell them the solution, they QUESTION me. and hesitantly do what i tell them to do. When they realize that they’re wrong, they don’t even bother apologizing- they just do whatever the fuck they need to do or leave. sometimes they even go to another male student, who’s NOT EVEN AN OPERATOR!!! woA!!!

This also happens with parents who come to tour the school. They’d ask me about my standardized test scores, my experiences, my grades, my workload, my extracurriculars, etc. and when I tell them, they ask me if I’m lying, and basically say something along the lines of “no way you can have these accomplishments!!!”

One time an adjunct professor came up to me and a friend and asked if we were artists. we said no. then he asked if we were architects. again, we said no, and that we were engineers. looking GENUINELY surprised, he asked if we were civil engineers (very funny). when i said no and told him our respective majors, this old man that has NEVER seen us before, said “oh! that’s impressive! back in my day, if you looked like that, you wouldn’t be able to be an engineer!”

also during an interview, a professor told me (not once, but TWICE) that “we like to take girls usually for this program because i know it helps them with their sense of self confidence and acceptance, especially because i am aware that they lack experience in engineering/science. it’s nice though because they’re usually more conscientious and goal oriented.”

I AM SO FUCKING TIRED OF THESE STEREOTYPES AND THIS IS WHY WE NEED FEMINISM. these sexist comments not only exist in an environment promoting “higher education” - it also exists on a daily basis, on the streets, where cat-callers sexually assault and offend people no matter what time of day, where, or what they’re wearing (notice i said “people” not “women” - anyone can be a target of sexual assault).

the world needs to be a better place, and it could start with us. Let’s stop being so focused on the stereotypes- the mentality that some people have specific roles in society, that some people are only limited to doing certain things, etc.

we are all born equal. we are all human. let’s all be gentle, decent human beings.

to grow as quality human beans, let’s stop being so salty or up in our asses and start trying to help us all get better, to grow together.

#rambles

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icybeanheadcanons · 7 years

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What would generic headcanons be for the Grillby of each AU? He's usually a close second for side character that gets asked about a lot, so this will hopefully help you feel out each one 💖 (I'll probably send one in tomorrow or something about the Gasters as well ^~^ Figured this would give you a thing to work on in spare time if your inbox empties again) ~

So for the skellies I had worked on them from undertale and down the list okay… Well for the Grillbys… I worked from Horrortale up to Undertale. It just worked and it was a wild experience honestly. These are long so I’m putting them under the cut so the post doesn’t look fucking ridiculous.

Undertale

Solemnby

-he’s pretty professional at work

-runs a bar still. Took a while to open BUT DAMN IT HE DID IT.

-he’s a decent height in human standards. He’s 5’11. It’s weird having people taller than him, even if he’s not the tallest around it’s still surreal.

-god damn it Classy Bean. The only reason he likes puns is because of this skeleton.

-a great listener.

-gives some pretty solid advice.

-bit of a smartass. “Man I’m tired.” “Maybe you shouldn’t stay up all night then.” “stop talking shit carl.”

-Classy Bean calls him carl time to time to annoy him. It works.

-his bar is relatively chill. Not a lot of people, and it doesn’t attract a whole lot of shady characters. Weirdos seem to be common though.

-He actually loves the liveliness of his bar. It’s perfect and he’s a proud smol business owner.

-He hires someone to do the dishes because that’s a thing he needs done. Besides that he runs it mostly himself.

-a hard worker, gets a little irritate with people who slack off but he isn’t one to snap at you for it. He just doesn’t get not giving your all.

-sarcasm. “I’m going to flip a table!” “Yes because that’ll solve all your problems.”

-He isn’t as quiet as you think and often will give a snarky comment like i’ve mentioned above.

-classical music is nice, and he often listens to it in his free time.

-mom friend who will talk sense into you.

-He says a lot of weird shit when he’s tired though like he suddenly becomes a shitpost generator.

-he’s got an average control of his heat he releases. It tends to heat up when he’s angry and flustered, and it takes a lot of discipline to control.

-don’t worry he’s not gonna burn you but if he starts heating up your skin is gonna turn pretty red.

-a pretty organized dude. Everything has a place. He doesn’t care about a mess, but he generally doesn’t make a whole lot of one before he’s cleaning again.

Underfell

Jerkby

-kind of a dick god.

-big ego. Undeserved. There is no reason for him to be this god dam cocky what the hell.

-His friendship with Red Boy is weird. It’s that one where you insult each other without meaning it. “Stop fucking drinking all the fucking mustard you freak.” “Not till you stop getting freaky with everyone that comes into this bar Jerkby.” at the end of the day they’re there for each other.

-he does sleep around a lot. Mostly one-night stands. He’d date but he hasn’t found anyone he’s really interested in that way. He’s a jerk but he’s not going to fake being interested in someone romantically god.

-Oh goodness me toll. 8 feet tall. Big fire man. Depending on how sensitive you are about your height he’s going to tease you. Are you an adorable mad or do you look like you have rabies mad?

-can he do anything besides smirk? Pssh no. Genuine smiles are rare and fleeting.

-He gives 0 fucks. He does what he wants. Within reason of course he’s not an animal.

-never killed anyone. Beat the fuck out of people? Hell yes. Nobody fucked with him. He was ruthless and no monster was ever brave enough to try and take him down. Or strong enough.

-How the fuck is fire ripped. Seriously why is he buff? Magic? PSSSSSHHH. Fine. Okay whatever.

-But seriously he’s startling strong.

-his main coat he wears looks like a pimp coat what the fuck. Are you a pimp? Don’t ask him this he’ll punch you in the face.

-whoa, amazing control of his heat. Like whoaaaaaaaaa. Witchcraft… shut up i know he’s made of magic. YOU GET THE POINT.

-a small fondness for animals. He feeds the cats in the alleyway.

-Speaking of alleyways. He’s not an entirely edgy jerk. When he was closing up he found a few homeless people digging in the dumpster behind his bar. He yelled at them and stopped them from running. He brought them inside grumbling and gave them a proper meal. He does this time to time after closing.

-Lets stray animals sleep in the bar after hours during the winter. He spends extra time cleaning because of this.

-his bar is practically a sauna alright it’s always super warm and it’s mostly because of him. He generally counteracts it with air conditioning.

-if people get rowdy in his bar and don’t listen he threatens to turn off the air conditioner. He has done this before. It gets people to suffer fairly quickly.

-not a whole lot gets to him but if you manage to push his buttons he’s quick to anger.

-PAY YOUR FUCKING TAB. He’ll hunt you down he swears to g o d.

Underswap

Sweetby

-sweet silly laugh. But laughs at inappropriate times or at inappropriate things

-He forgets heat control. Humans start sweating around him and he wonders why they all look all uncomfortable. Oh right! Silly him!

-Runs a cafe, and serves the sweetest cakes and pies in existence.

-his favorite thing to enjoy is apple cider. He can’t drink it because ow, but he enjoys the smell. Has occasionally tried to drink it because he can’t help himself he’s curious.

-Shortie. 4’8. He’s the perfect size no matter what you say.

-if you insult him he just frowns and stares at you for an uncomfortable amount of time. You’re suddenly apologizing and his demeanor shifts to a more cheerful one.

-if you’re mean you’re getting kicked out of his cafe. None of that. Nope. He’s the only menace in his cafe and that’s just because he’s trying to spoop people!

-Will use the cutest words. He adores them they make him giggle.

-Is very happy and cheerful, and loves the little lava monsters that live with him. They help run the cafe and often attract customers.

-The more the merrier in his cafe! He gets money to help his family (the lava monsters) and he gets colorful characters that he likes to chat with.

-Sweetby is a nickname that was given to him from Honey Bear. He loves it because it sounds like Sweet pea (it’s a pun actually which makes him giggle) and calling someone sweet pea is just precious and adorable.

-Adores pastels, and because of this he has the cutest cafe in the entire town.

-Sweetby has a no tolerance policy for a lot of things. Racist? Get the fuck out. Sexist? Get the fuck out. Hate gay people? O u t. He’s having none of that nasty business in his shop.

-would love to shake your hand but he doesn’t want to burn you so he’ll give you an enthusiastic wave. He’s also the type to want to kiss the back of your hand after shaking it, but with his issues with heat control, he simply blows you a kiss and gives a small wink.

-he’s very charming. Despite his odd remarks that are honestly kind of terrifying if you don’t know him very well, he’s lovely company.

-lolita fashion is adorable. He wouldn’t wear it himself, but anyone he does he completely gushes over their outfit.

-a small passion for clothes.

-has this really charming coy smile, and a lot of his regulars seem to have a small crush on him at the very least. He takes advantage of this to get them coming back again and again. He doesn’t lead them on and flirt back but he’s always very polite and kind.

Swapfell

Gruffby

-doesn’t talk much. Only for business.

-Was an arms dealer. When he did sell them to a monster he generally just ended up killing them, gathering the weapons back up and pick the rest of the cash out of the monster’s dust.

-Also ran a shooting range. Monsters were allowed to come let out frustrations. Sometimes he just had targets other times he had weaker monsters as the targets. He didn’t kill these customers since they kept on coming back.

-Nobody fucks with him. Nobody. Gruffby is hardcore and does crazy ass shit.

-bit of a temper. He flares up, scoffing. That’s about it. Not unless you provoke him.

-Provoking him is the worst thing you could do you will die a slow and painful death. What? That’s illegal? He’s angry about this now.

-there are tiny lava fire monsters living in his pockets. He’s a softy for them.

-runs a hunting for game store. (ya know like deer and elk.) He’s happy he can still sell guns, and he is very serious about his business.

-Reserves the right not to sell guns to people. If someone looks sketchy to him then you’re not getting a fucking gun dude. No. You’re yelling like a maniac at him only proves his point. Get the fuck out of his store.

-Do you got a license for that? Buddy ol pal if you don’t…. The cops are on your ass, he’s taking your shit you don’t have a license this is literally him doing the community a service. Yeah he’s a monster who’s killed but that’s not legal on the surface.

-Ends up learning about all sorts of horned animals and birds. He’s gotta know exactly what his guns are being used for to shoot.

-The tiny lava monsters like to get into a pack of bullets and melt them down. Hey you lil fucks what did he say about touching the merchandise? He’s putting them in a time out. You heard him go to the corner.

-The lava monsters crackle at him. He crackles back. It seems like they’re hissing each other.

-At home he falls asleep with the tiny monsters laying all around him.

-he has a really silly sounding giggle laugh.

-DON’T YOU LOOK AT HIM WITH THOSE PUNS. DON’T YOU DARE. he loves puns but hates his laugh.

-he can’t control his eccentric laugh so if you crack a joke he thinks is funny he’s losing his cool.

-friends with Scaryberry. He’d gotten lost in Hotland when visiting Alphys. He could see the fear as he was trying to maintain his bratty and “intimidating” behavior. He didn’t know what got a hold of him but he found himself serving him some tea.

-Loves tea. He doesn’t really get to enjoy it like he wants to but he at least enjoys the aroma of it.

-Scaryberry got him to quit smoking.

-pretty tol. He’s 6’4. If you’re short he’s going to tease you relentlessly but honestly he thinks it’s cute. Part of what he loves about Scaryberry.

-he likes sweet scents. They’re intoxicating and he adores them.

-He has about a billion candles okay, he really likes different smells.

-He’s actually secretly a huge dork that he hides with his edginess.

Horrortale

Smores

-Chillingly silent. He doesn’t like to talk a whole lot so he’s selectively mute. When he does speak it’s but a few words.

-His voice is raspy, almost like a whisper and you can hear that familiar sound of a campfire.

-For a fire he’s rather cold, literally, as a fire monster it’s alarming how much heat he lacks.

-Knows sign language and will sign rather than speak. Even if he does speak he’s signing at the same time.

-He’s fragile… He isn’t a healthy fire but one that seems to be at the brink of going out at any time. It affects his voice and his body temperature.

-spent his time in the underground hiding away after everything went to hell and his bar shut down. By the time they got out he was on the brink of death before Axe found him.

-Is still recovering mentally and physically from the underground. It took a great toll on him.

-He’s used to food being taken from him, and is a bit of a pushover. He doesn’t have the physical strength to fight back, and he doesn’t have the voice to scare anyone off. He has to suffer in silence since most monsters don’t know sign language.

-he’s angry when people take things from him. All he can do is glare at least that’s what he believes. If he’d done more in the underground at his state he would’ve been killed.

-he spaces out often and frequently. He often becomes out of touch with reality and needs constant reminds as to where he is.

-he’s smol for a monster from his au. With his decrease in strength he shrank and is a 5 foot tall bab.

-He still has bit of a bite when you talk to him, sarcastic and a bit of a smart ass at times.

-He talks in a rather cryptic way like he knows something bad is going to happen. He’s just trying to spook you. He doesn’t know shit. But it sure gives him a giggle seeing that disturb look in your eyes.

-Visits the hospital often. He’s willing to admit he needs help. He’s kind of dying so he’s constantly getting health scares and check ups.

-he enjoys Axe’s sense of humor. Axe visits him from time to time still when he has to stay overnight at the hospital. It reminds him of when the days were good.

-Since he can’t do a lot of things he’s started taken an interest in music. He has an odd selection of music, Melanie Martinez being one of many that appeals to him. His music is rather dark and unsettling, and there are a lot of strange and kind of out there songs he collects. This kind of brings him a bit of peace.

-It takes a while for paper to burn around him now. It scares him. He avoids paper at all costs unless he gets morbidly curious about how bad his health is doing. The longer it takes to burn the worse he is. He doesn’t need a reminder.

-Some days he finds he can’t get out of bed. It’s frustrating and he cries hot tears. He feels so broken and useless on these days. He’s hoping to be able to recover but some days he isn’t sure he’ll ever be able to.

-because of his disabilities he’s fallen into depression. He’s still adjusting to everything and suddenly being unable to do things has taken a toll on his mental state which is already pretty damaged.

-He’s fascinated with violins. Their shape is gorgeous, their strings seem like they’re delicate to him but they sound loud and beautiful. He wants to learn to play but if he does recover he will never be able to play again since he’d set the instrument on fire. So he admires from a distance.

-loves alice in wonderland of every shape and form. He relates more to the darker versions though.

-he’s slowly losing memories from the underground. The more they slip away the more it scares him. He isn’t sure this is how he wanted to heal. When he realizes he loses another memory he recounts what he can. Those are… Pretty fuzzy memories…

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A/N: My New fan fiction story based on Characters from The Flash. Specifically Harrison,Harry and HR Wells. Also Eobard Thawne. My OC is loosely based on me. A Fantasy/Sci fi love story if you will. The first half is pretty long.

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He came out of the portal in a flash, All Bolero hat and black with his Drumsticks and ‘Cool Cat’ attitude. I’ll admit while I found him as attractive as all the other Wells, this Harrison or “HR” as he liked to be called, seemed like he was trying too hard. His witty banter didn’t impress me at first, he was so different then the last two Wells that it threw me off, when Harry had tried to sound hip it came off as Sarcastic but this one, this HR Wells seemed so confident in what he would say that it was hard not to believe him. Of course, when he came out as a fraud and not an actual scientist I don’t think any of us where surprised. But we couldn’t stay mad at him, he was a hard man to stay mad at.

We worked together, all of us as a team that I didn’t really pay attention to when he’d try to flirt with me or agree with me more often than the others, he was still closest to Cisco but as Caitlin observed to me. “I think HR likes you.”

I made a face and shook my head. “Nah he’s just friendly. He’s like that with everyone.”

Caitlin smiled. “Yes, he is quite friendly and boisterous.” She agreed. “But more so with you. He’s always finding reasons to sit next to you or putting an arm around you. He compliments you all the time.”

“He’s just being nice.” I argued not wanting to believe it.

“He let you read his book!” Caitlin exclaimed, raising her eyebrows.

I froze and looked at My best girl friend. (My best guy friend being Cisco.) She was right HR, though he talked about it, NEVER let anyone read his stories, out of insecurity I imagined.

“Also, I don’t think he’s the only who has a crush. I see you changed your style again.” Caitlin nudged me and with a knowing grin walked off to help Cisco with something.

I frowned looking down at My all black outfit and fedora hat. My style always evolved though, true it resembled HR’s but…. Oh, who was I kidding. I sighed closing my eyes, maybe I did actually like him. But why now? What had changed? I decided to figure that out tomorrow. Tonight I’d go home, take a long bath, sleep and try not think about anything. It didn’t work.

Especially since the next day when I arrived at Star Labs Headquarters, I learned I’d be working with HR, just us, together.

“Wait…. Me with him?”

“Oh thanks, glad you’re so excited.” HR replied in mock indignation.

I looked at him. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean that we’re not super smart or super human, what are we supposed to do?” I asked a questioning look on my face as I looked at the group.

HR leans his back on the rail of the hi tech computer desk.

“Yes, what are we expected to do? Renee’s right we don’t have well super ANYTHING really.” HR agrees with a carefree air.

It was Caitlin who spoke up. “Well we need Renee to…”

“Help me with My journalistic piece!” Iris jumped in. “I’m going to be helping Wally with school.” She gestured for his input.

“Yeah right! I do need Sis’s help with an English essay.”

“Yeah so I’ll need your help Renee with the new Flash editorial I’m working on.”

“I could help Wallace with school, I mean those books don’t write themselves.” HR points at Wally. “Though I wish they did that be fantasy come to life, am I right?” He looks at us to join in.

Cisco just pats HR on the back. “Actually, HR we will need you to help Renee with the Piece maybe find some good photos'. You have that keen eye.”

HR nods in supposed understanding and smiled. “That I do.” He agrees with a snap and point of his fingers.

While I’m just looking at them still not sure why I need to be the one writing this, I say as much.

They look at each other.

“Because Iris trusts you and I trust you not to make me look bad.” Barry finally speaks up. “Besides it’ll be fun. Especially with HR helping you.” Barry finishes giving me a brotherly smile.

I sense something else is going on but my thoughts are interrupted by HR who puts an arm around my shoulders. I feel my face warm as he gives me a wink.

“Yes, I’ll make sure we have fun and that you are never bored.”

I nod relenting.

“So, Coffee run?” he suggests.

“Of course!”

“Then my place or yours?” He then realizes what he said and stammers. “I mean for the story, it’ll be quieter less distractions, you know…”

“You sure about that…” Cisco murmurs under his breath.

I just laugh and retort back. “You have a place?”

“I most certainly do!”

“Then your place it is.”

“Alright, then shall we?” His eyes light up as he removes his arm from around my shoulders and offers it to me, I take it with only slight hesitation.

“Lead the way.”

“Have fun!” The group call out grinning to one another.

When we walked outside, I looked to see the car HR had said he was driving but didn’t see one that remotely struck me as HR. No Hipster wagon in sight until I noticed HR give a dramatic gesture at a VW bug, A BRIGHT orange VW Bug. I blink in surprise.

“That’s your car?”

“Why so surprised?”

“I guess I just expected you in something flashier. No pun intended.” I shrugged.

“Nope. This is my Baby.” HR says placing a hand on the car.

He then opens the passenger door. “So, want a ride milady?” he smirks.

I give a little curtsy. “I would like that sir.” I joke, getting in.

As HR bounces over to the driver’s side, getting in and starting the car with a tip of his hat.

“What do you think of Led Zeppelin?” he asks.

“They’re ok but do you have any Poison?”

His eyes widen in what I read as pleasant surprise. “That I do.”

A while later…

We arrive at HR’s place after grabbing coffee at Jitters. HR’s place is actually a studio and as he opens the door for me, ever the gentleman, I think it looks pretty much how I imagined it would. It’s a studio apartment so it houses a large living room, with a small kitchen, the hall revealing one bedroom and a bathroom. But it was decorated in HR’s hipster chic vibe. The living room was sectioned off by a beaded curtain, the walls were decorated with famous blues singers and old portraits, I noticed he had a vintage camera collection on the large overstuffed bookshelf in the corner. He had furniture in random styles, A large leather couch, A blue corduroy recliner and a hippie chic bean bag chair. He had an antiqued coffee table. A flat screen TV with a built in blu ray player on the wall, underneath was an actual stereo and boxes that, when I looked in, held lots of DVD’s, CD’s and a Super NES console. HR also had a large fake plant in each corner.

I stopped snooping when I heard his boisterous voice from the well-lit kitchen as he walked into the living room.

“Your Black and White Mocha My dear.” He bowed grandly, presenting me the hot coffee in its paper cup and lid.

I smiled a thank you and took it.

He peered around me.

“So, find anything interesting?”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to snoop I was just curious.” I shrugged embarrassed.

“No need to be shy, I am an open book.”

“Are you really?”

HR evaded the question by hitting a button on his stereo.

“Oh! I think you’ll like this song.” As ‘Heartbeats’ by The Knife came on.

I nodded deciding not to question him further. “Yeah I do actually.”

HR claps his hands as he looks at me. “Where do we start?”

We sat on the couch with our coffees, his a cappuccino, my journals and his laptop and got to work.

We work well into the night, he’s as animated as ever but things I wouldn’t have noticed before I start noticing, since Caitlin had made those comments the day before. The way he’d sit really close to me or put an arm around me to grab a paper when he could have just asked for it. The songs he had chosen to play, I was very Intune with songs people chose, so him playing Fall Out Boy’s “Me and You’ didn’t go unnoticed. I also realized I was paying more attention to him than usual. I noticed his genuine smile when he looked at me and his eyes that sparkled when I looked at him, not being able to repress a shy smile at his charm.

Shit I guess I really did like him….

I wasn’t sure I was ready for that, though I’m sure THAT’S exactly what our friends were thinking when they set this up.

I was ready to tell him I was tired and it was time to call it a night, when he grabbed my hand causing me to look at him in surprise.

“HR what are you doing?” I asked looking down at our hands.

HR cleared his throat before answering. He smiled nervously. “Renee um…There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about. Well now’s a good time as any.”

I leaned away not meaning to but I was taken aback. “HR I think I know what this- “

HR stopped me. “Wait I need to say this, it’s now or never.”

“Okay….” I met his intense gaze with my wide eyed one.

“I like you. A lot, like you light up the room a lot. I would like to date if you’re up for it.”

“HR…I like you too, I’ve come to the conclusion that I AM attracted to you.”

HR lets out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank you Allah!”

“Wait your…”

“What?”

I shake my head in confusion. “Never mind. Listen please.” I let go of his hand I realized I was still holding and raised my own.

HR calms down and looks intently at me. “Yes?”

“I just need time to think. I’ve done this before with Harry and The Evil Harrison and neither turned out well.”

He nods in sympathy and understanding. “I know. But I’m not them. I just look like them.”

“I know that, I just need to get my brain to make that connection.”

“I get it. My brain can get a little crazy too.” He makes a humorous face pointing to his head.

I grin. “I think we can all believe that.”

He lets out a bark of laughter. “Ha! But really I am better looking than them.” He grins.

“Well your personality certainly is.” I remark.

HR suddenly looks at me for a second and though he was grinning at me I could tell by his eyes that he was contemplating something.

I looked at him apprehensively. “What…HR don’t kiss me.”

Though in reality as I watched him lick his lips, I realized how much I wanted him too. Then he leaned in and with a mischievous look, landed a chaste kiss on my lips. Then leapt to his feet.

As I looked at him speechless.

“Did it anyway!” HR cried as he rushed out of the room. Leaving me sitting there not sure what had just happened.

A few minutes later he poked his head around the hall, grinning and drumming his hands on the wall.

“So, do you wanna sleep here?” He asked then at my look, raised his eyebrows and his hands in innocence.

“Nothing naughty, I AM a gentleman but it is getting late and we have to leave early. You can have the couch or bed it’s your choice.” He gestured.

I smiled warmly forgetting the kiss for a moment. “I’ll take the couch.”

“If you’re sure?”

I nodded.

“Well then Miss Renee.” I cringed at the hated nickname but let it go as he continued. “I shall let you get some sleep.” HR brought his fingertips to his lips and blew me a kiss. I blushed smiling as he disappeared down the hall.

That man is quite the charmer. I thought to myself in amusement. I settled in to bed, glad I had brought a pack of extra clothes with me.

I planned on having happy maybe even romantic dreams that night. But what showed up was far worse and, though they shared a face, were not about HR at all…

Soon. Very soon. I felt a man whisper in my ear. Then a rush of air. Then nothing as I fell back asleep.

Midnight…

I must have been crying in my sleep because my eyes shot open when I felt a warm hand on my arm and a soft voice rapidly calling my name. “Renee, Renee! Wake up.”

I looked up to see HR above me, instead of his usual wide smile he wore a concerned expression on his face. “Where you having a nightmare?” he asked.

I looked at him, sitting up. Glad he was wearing a long sleeved grey shirt and flannel pants instead of being nude as I half expected him to be, he seemed like the type to sleep without a stitch on.

Shaking my head away from that train of inappropriate thought, I answered him. “Yeah I guess I was.”

HR sat on the edge of the couch as he handed me a glass of water.

“Do you wanna talk about it? Sometimes, I’ve been known to find, that helps.”

As I stared into those concerned blue eyes, I knew I needed to tell someone and who better than the guy I liked and their Doppelganger HR Wells.

“It’s about Harrison Wells, Earth one Harrison.”

HR sat up a little straighter as he regarded me. “Ah, The Reverse Flash. Go on.”

I nodded, taking a breath as I told him my sordid past with the first man I ever truly loved.

2 years ago…

I was a young college graduate, only 24, when Cisco (who I had dated briefly for 8 months in college) and Caitlin my best friend since freshman year of college, had recommended me for a job at Star Labs.

I had studied Journalism and Fashion, some Graphic Design, but what could I do with that? They were all Tech nerds. I couldn’t compete. But they convinced me to try, told me about The Flash and had me meet Harrison Wells, The CEO of Star Lab Industries and the man who had accidentally created all the meta humans, including The Flash. After a freak storm had hit the city.

Dr. Wells was confined to a wheelchair after the incident. Even in the wheelchair he exuded power, charm and quiet confidence. I was immediately drawn to him. I came to find out, as was he.

Harrison saw something in me as well and welcomed me to the team, taking over for Cisco as the costume designer and doing the face recognition.

Over the coming months, we all worked closely together, none more so than Dr. Wells and I.

Though he regarded Barry like a son and were Mentors and Teachers to Caitlin and Cisco, I had a feeling he regarded me as something more. He came to me first for help and I was the only one that stayed to work with him while everyone else went home. I was even asked to go out on the field and help Barry train even though I didn’t need to.

I liked being part of a team.

One night while we were doing the mundane task of filing paperwork, just us two, Harrison asked me why.

“Why what?”

“Why do you like working here? I mean you have a degree in Journalism and Design you could be working for the paper or becoming a famous fashion designer.”

“Well,” I contemplated his question. “I wanted to help out my friends.”

“That can’t be the only reason.” He said, looking at me and leaning an elbow on his chair.

I could tell by his posture that he was genuinely curious but I also felt like I was being sized up, like a Canary being spotted by a Cat. A very inquisitive, Intelligent, sexy Cat….

I shifted nervously but replied. “No, I also like helping people and this job is humbling, a lot more than being a “Famous fashion designer.” “I joked attempting to hide my nervousness. “Which is a lot harder than it sounds by the way.”

He smirked like he didn’t believe me, but seemed to let it go. “I see. Well we are glad to have you.” Is all he said as he went back to his work.

I frowned confused. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.” He said not looking at me.

“Okay…” I was still wondering what it all meant. Lost in thought.

I didn’t notice the small grin appear on his face and the dark look that peered out at me from the corner of his eye.

One night while on a stakeout Harrison asked me out of the blue. “Do you like me? I mean could you find me attractive?”

I was surprised by the suddenness of the question but not it’s context, not really. We had been subtly flirting for a while, our long looks and smiles at each other, how I’d go out of my way to talk to him, I loved learning from him, his lingering touches on my arms, once he even held my hand, though that was possibly out of fear for The Flash, I knew I was scared when he went against Blackout.

Even more scared when Wells was flung out of his chair by Blackout’s electricity.

So yes, I knew this conversation would come up eventually, though I thought it would be in an open well-lit room like say Star Labs. Not a closed in car at night while we waited for any signs that Tony Woodward aka Girder, would be showing up.

Dr. Wells coughed to get my attention and eyed me with a raised eyebrow. “Renee? Do you?”

“What?! Oh I…” I worried my bottom lip and sighed as he waited for a response. “ I mean I do! Like you and definitely find you attractive.”

Harrison looked down and gave a small smile at that.

“Why would you think I wouldn’t?”

Harrison shrugged. “ I guess I thought because of this…” He trailed off gesturing to his legs.

“Because you can’t walk?! Do you really think I’m that shallow? I don’t care about that!”

“Really?”

“Yes, Dr. Wells I like you for you, your intelligent and cunning and a great mentor to all of us. Not to mention very, very attractive.”

I hadn’t realized I had scooted closer to him in the front seat when I felt his breath on my face as he tried one more time to dissuade me.

“What about my age?”

“you mean cause your older? I like them mature, as long as it won’t affect our working together.” I replied staring at his lips.

“It won’t.” He said in a low tone as he took off his glasses and captured his lips with mine. I touched his chest and he softly grabbed my hand, keeping it there. I breathed him in as we kissed never wanting it to end. But it did when Cisco came over the intercoms that Girder was there. We broke apart, it was ShowTime everything else would have to wait.

Flash subsequently defeated and jailed Girder.

Afterward Harrison and I talked and agreed that because he was my boss, we should keep our relationship a secret for now.

We managed to keep it under wraps despite our needing, or my needing, to touch each other whenever we were in close proximity to one another.

The team didn’t notice too concerned over the next bad guy to notice anything or anyone else, Barry was still head over heels for Iris, though she belonged to someone else. Caitlin was still trying to deal with losing and then finding Ronnie again. Cisco had met a cute barista at Jitters.

So, they all had their own love lives going on to care about ours.

Harrison still didn’t want them to know for fear of judgement. I agreed besides it was kind of fun.

Especially when we had our subtle games we played while with the team.

“Ooooh he’s kinda cute.” I remarked looking at the guy on the screen in goggles and a ski jacket with shorn hair.

“Renee he’s a wanted jewel thief!” Caitlin replied as everyone looked at me.

I raised my shoulders in defense. “So? We’ve all stolen something. Besides I like them with an edge.” I stole a flirtatious glance at Harrison who winked back at me but I could tell he was a bit bothered by the cute comment.

“At least he’s never killed anyone.” I finished, crossing my arms.

Cisco interjected walking over. “That is Captain Cold or Leonard Snart and actually he has killed people with his freeze gun.”

“Oh.”

I fell back as Harrison tried to keep from laughing a smug smile on his handsome features.

I wasn’t the only one playing though there had been a couple times Harrison had flirted with women in front of me, kissing their hands and then grinning slyly at me.

I don’t know why we played those games honestly, it’s not like we could do anything about it short of jealousy fueled makeout sessions, we still hadn’t done anything, mainly because Harrison COULDN’T not because he didn’t WANT to. Which frustrated him to no end. So, I suppose the game was all for him. To distract him. I took it all in stride for the most part.

Plus we knew we were only interested in each other, he had told me as much one evening when we were actually taking a break from work and relaxing with an old movie at his house.

As I helped him onto the couch, he put an arm around me as I laid my head on his chest once we had settled.

“You know you’re really important to me. I don’t know what I would have done without you.” Harrison said in my ear.

I smiled and kissed him, realizing that was the closest to saying he loved me I had gotten.

I would take it.

My being important to him meant more to me than being in love.

As long as he wanted me I would be there.

I was realizing how much I liked him and how far I had fallen or how far I was about too…

A few months later…

Harrison led me into his apartment as I opened the door for him, saying he needed to show me something.

I was instantly curious maybe he had something that would get us that much closer to finding out who had killed Barry’s Mom.

Harrison suddenly stopped and turned in the middle of the expansive living room.

“Hare?” I was the only one who could call him that. “What did you want to show me?”

“This.” Harrison answered as he slowly rose from his wheelchair and stood in front of me.

I stared wide eyed, confused but also excited for him. “How? When did you…”

“A few days ago. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well color me surprised.” I stared at his tall lithe physique in shock and awe. “Does that mean…”

Harrison took off his glasses and slowly set them down on the desk. I don’t know why him taking off his glasses turned me on so much, but I found myself biting my lip as I followed him with my eyes.

“Yes, it does.” He finished my thought from a minute ago and before I could react, strode purposefully towards me, placing a hand on my cheek and kissing me hard on the mouth. When he lips finally left mine, I opened my eyes long enough to look into his eyes burning with heat and undisguised passion.

It was different then when we made out before there was an animalistic look to him I hadn’t seen before, he wouldn’t be holding back tonight.

He pushed me against the wall and growled into my ear. “I have been waiting too long to be gentle tonight.”

My eyes fluttered closed as he kissed my neck and I breathed out, “You don’t have to.”

I barely got the words out when his lips captured mine again and he pulled my body tight to his own, as the other hand moved up my thigh.

After almost a year together we were finally letting all that tension out, it shooting forth at super speed just like a thunder bolt bursting from the clouds.

It was only after we were lying in bed, him stroking my hair, that I asked.

“Harrison how are you able to walk now?”

He seemed to weigh my question before answering. “Simple answer? Lots of physical therapy.”

“The complex answer is very scientific isn’t it.”

Harrison snickered. “Yes, it is.”

Despite it seeming too convenient, I didn’t question him, I was just happy to finally have him like this with me, as I fell asleep with a small smile.

From then on we were inseparable. We had been close before but it was the honeymoon stage. Full of light and love,well as much light as there could be in our crazy world. Now it was different,more intimate of course,but Harrison was more magnetic,easy,more open somehow. And while we still kept our relationship from the team a secret,also the fact that he was no longer bound to a wheelchair.

We spent more time outside of his apartment and went to Jitters for morning coffee dates,I even grudgingly went to an opera with him,mainly so I could dress up and see Harrison in a suit. A year later I finally moved in with him.

Present Day

“Wait you moved in with him and still didn’t notice anything?” HR interrupted,confused. “How?”

“The same way a married couple doesn’t notice a cheating spouse or a criminal partner. By choosing not to notice,making excuses,being too in love with at person,” i admitted. “To see in my case,there murderous super villain tendencies.”

HR gave me a sympathetic look. “How long were you together before you,you know found out he was the big bad?” HR asked making an exaggerated gesture.

“2 years. I only found out when Barry told me and and even then I didn’t want to believe it. Until it was made perfectly clear to me…” I trailed off lost in thought.

Then noticing HR look at me. I snapped out of it and gave him a smile. “But I don’t want to talk about it now.”

HR gives me a bright smile then. “Yeah,that’s totally fine. you can tell me when your ready or not that’s up to you.” He finished in a rush,clasping his hands and pointing at me. “Now I think it’s time for you put those thoughts to bed Missy,literally.”

I nodded in agreement,noticing how late it was,I climbed under the covers as HR started to walk back towards his room. He then stops and turning around,knelt by the couch,taking my small hands in his cold one’s, long fingers wrapping around mine.

HR looked at me uncharacteristically calm,as he asked. “I was just curious Renee is that…Why you didn’t want to go into Jitters with me?”

I lowered my eyes. “Yes it is.”

I felt him squeeze my hands for a second before I looked into his concerned blue eyes as he said. “I would never do to you what Thawne did.”

We stared at each other far longer then intended until HR cleared his throat and let go of my hands,standing up. “Anyway I just want you to know that.” HR said,suddenly nervous. We nodded at each other.

“Ok well I’m just going to…” HR trailed off gesturing to the hall,before he could turn away though I said. “HR?”

He turned his head eyebrows raised in question “Yeah?”

I smiled. “Thank you for helping me.”

“Anytime Milady.” With a nod and a soft grin,he walked away.

My thoughts of Harrison/Eobard finally diminishing for the night at least,I closed my eyes to sleep.

End of Part 1.

#wells of hearts #harrison wells #hr wells #eobard thawne #the flash #fanfic

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sutzrainbow · 7 years

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Reflections on “Beauty & the Beast 2017″

It occurs to me that I saw the new version of Beauty and the Beast over a week ago and I didn’t share my thoughts on it.

In short, I liked it! Is it as good as the original? No. Does it warrant existing? Double no. But you know what, Disney isn’t going to stop making these live-action versions of their properties. And the fact is that I LOVE live-action fantasy, fairytale-themed films like Chronicles of Narnia, but they’re hard to make and market. So if one of the ways I can get my fix of live-action fairytales is through this shameless stuff Disney’s doing, well, I’m going to take it.

Also I don’t have any nostalgic memories of the original Beauty and the Beast because I didn’t grow up with it. For some reason I only had oldschool Disney films growing up, and very few of the Renaissance ones which were being released when I was a child. Weird. But that means I only saw the original Beauty and the Beast recently, so I’m not as precious about it as some might be.

So, see a more in-depth look at what I liked and didn’t like under the cut. Spoiler alert!!

Let’s start with the stuff I liked first.

I loved nearly all the bits where the film went off and did its own thing. Ironically I think the moments where it directly copied the original were the weaker bits of the film. There’ll be a few exceptions which I’ll detail below.

The original film is relatively flawless, but I did appreciate a lot of the logical edits and corrections to the story they did, filling in a few of the plotholes. For example, they have the Enchantress curse an actual adult douchebag prince instead of an 11-year-old child he’s implied to be in the original. Also they add in a neat little thing where the Enchantress also wipes the memories of people in the nearby town, thereby explaining why no one remembers the Prince. Little details like this in a more adult-oriented film really help, because we will nitpick.

Building on that, the Enchantress was really interesting. She barely appears in the original, but in this version, not only do we actually see her curse the Prince, but she pops up now and again throughout the film in disguise. At the end the whole “I love you!” confession just misses the rose’s last petal, and some people have complained about that because in the original, Belle’s confession just beat it. But I don’t mind, because in this version the Enchantress is there and she can see for herself that Belle’s confession is genuine and Beast’s change is genuine - so she lifts the curse. I don’t think that this is better or worse than what the original did. It’s just different.

Side note: It was nice that we got to see Prince Adam at the beginning, but his face was covered with makeup so we still couldn’t be certain what he looked like until the end of the film. Of course, the marketing completely spoiled that, but that wasn’t the filmmakers’ fault.

I liked what they did with Maurice. Kevin Kline is adorable, and I liked how they made Maurice a clockmaker. When it was first announced that it would be Belle who was the inventor in this new version, I thought, “Well, that’s great, but what does that leave for Maurice? Does this mean he’ll be even more of a damsel in distress than he was in the original?” Fortunately, this isn’t the case. They show that Belle and Maurice are both clever but in different ways, and that’s great. They didn’t take anything away from Maurice by giving it to Belle. Also the way she does the washing is AWESOME.

Belle herself. I haven’t seen Emma Watson act since the Harry Potter series, but she was very natural as Belle. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Belle in the original BatB, but one criticism lots of people have with the original film is that Belle is a bit too perfect. In this new version, not only is she more proactive than she was before - and there’s a feat in itself because the original Belle was a badass - but she’s also a lot more realistically human. She seems more flawed. I laughed like a drain when she got beaned in the face with a snowball, and her debates with the Beast over literature (and I love the gentle mocking they do of Romeo and Juliet and how teenage girls swoon over it; that was great). This also makes her relationship with Beast feel more balanced and natural. Not that there was anything especially wrong with it in the original, of course, but I liked this more balanced version.

Gaston. Just. Just Gaston. Luke Evans is amazing.

Lefou. I really liked Lefou. Again, I know lots of people have criticised this version for making him gay, and not a particularly flattering portrayal. Since I am neither male nor gay, I cannot make a true judgement on whether this portrayal is insulting or not, but from a purely personal perspective, he didn’t make a bad impression on me. Part of this is probably to do with Josh Gad - once again, he’s taken a comic relief character and instead of making him annoying, has made him really sweet and appealing. Kudos to the man; he really has a knack for that and it’s not an easy thing to do. I really enjoyed Lefou’s character arc, which made him much more interesting than the Lefou of the original. I liked watching him struggle with his crush on Gaston and how he kept trying to justify Gaston’s increasingly questionable behaviour. For me, it showed that it’s really easy to blind yourself to a person’s flaws if you’re attracted to them, and that can sometimes be dangerous, so it’s good to try and keep an open mind even when your hormones are screaming “PERFECTION” at you. That’s a great lesson for any gender or sexuality. So yeah, Lefou did not make a bad impression on me, but I’m not the right one to be calling on whether this was a good idea or not.

The servants didn’t get quite so much of a look-in this time as they did in the original, and that’s fine - our focus should be on Belle and the Beast and their relationship - but I did like how they touched on the reason the servants were cursed as well as the Beast. They make a point that the servants didn’t try to correct the Beasts behaviour when he was still a Prince; they allowed themselves to be ‘yes men’ and as a result contributed to the path of the Beast becoming a nasty, spoilt young man. Of course, the blame lay with him also, but I liked how they added that little detail. Again, because adults will nitpick.

I loved how the castle would crumble a little more with each petal that fell. It added a little extra oomph to the final battle, what with Belle, Gaston and the Beast leaping around all over the crumbling towers. There was no reason for it at all, it was just awesome.

Now, let’s go on to what I didn’t like. Luckily, there’s a lot less of this.

Like I said, when this film did its own thing it was great. When it copied the original, something felt a little off. There were a few exceptions: the opening number, “Belle”, was fine. The “Gaston” number was also fine and looked like it was a ton of fun to film. But the “Be Our Guest” section failed. It was boring, and the worst part of it was Belle never looked invested, and I knew all she was looking at was a freakin’ bluescreen. Also there was no reason for “Be Our Guest” to be in there. It was a callback to the original that was pretty meaningless.

One of the film’s own numbers, “Paris of my Childhood”, didn’t really work for me. I didn’t feel Belle needed a backstory; she and her father could have come to the village for any number of reasons, or this could have been explained with a single line - heck, with a single word. “Plague”. We didn’t need a whole scene and flashback dedicated to it. Also that book itself was a plothole. What the heck.

The moment where Beast lets Belle go to her father. I’m not talking about “Evermore”. “Evermore” is beautiful. No, I’m talking about the moment right before “Evermore” begins, when he makes the decision. The original really took its time with this decision, showing the various emotions playing across Beast’s face. In this version, he lets her go immediately, without really showing what a sacrifice this is before he makes the decision. Dan’s a good actor; you could have had a good shot with his facial expressions showing the Beast’s turmoil. Wasted opportunity, and of all the times you could have copied the original, this was the one.

Overall, the film felt just a little bit too long. I know this was to do with the film being more detailed, but the original had better pacing - probably because it was simpler. I think cutting the whole “Paris of my Childhood” number, and “Be Our Guest”, would have helped this new version a lot.

So yeah. Only three major things I didn’t like. I enjoyed this movie very much, for more than just the aesthetic - though I’ll admit I’m a total sucker for that too. Also a side note that has nothing to do with the movie itself: I didn’t see it in our local cinema; I saw it in the cinema in the next town, which is a lot smaller but get this, it’s a converted Georgian theatre. Which means the auditorium I was in had huge columns, red velvet curtains and tons of gold everywhere. I mean if ever there was a place to see a film, that cinema was perfect and it really enhanced the experience.

Also Mum and I had a good giggle about Dan Stevens being the third Downton Abbey actor to appear in these Disney fairytale remakes. Is that just going to be their jobs from now on, I wonder?

#batb 2017 #disney #beauty and the beast #emma watson #dan stevens

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jojotier · 6 years

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A Shot of Charisma

At that moment, Taika decided to take a little breath and not get too worked up over a little thing like the customer that had just shown up and demanded a coffee with organic metal flaked metal for his drink.

Organic, metal, made and used manually by spells. It had taken all of Taika’s willpower while trying to explain that this is a Stardust Brewery, not anything as fancy as all that, to not just hit himself with a nearby tray and slip into the merciful embrace of unconsciousness. But no. Knocking yourself out while working was considered rude. Unfortunate.

He’d been riling himself up a bit after that, and he still had at least three more hours of standing there and trying not to let the oppressive realities of retail hell drag his mind screaming into the abyss before he could go home, feed his cats, and go to bed. It was a slow day, which was both good and bad.

It was good in that he didn’t actually have to deal with people, but bad in that he was slowly, very slowly, driving himself out of his mind thinking about the thoughts barreling around his head like molasses since he couldn’t very well do a little bit of spellcasting behind the counter. That tended to freak non-supernatural folk out more than a woman telling Republicans her views on reproductive rights. The little shop there had a bunch of charms prepared anyway, so there was really no need. All he had to do was rein his thoughts in a little and

Then, of course, Taika heard the bell to the shop ring and he silently died a little bit on the inside, because while his boredom would be abated for the moment, that meant he had to actually interact with people. Oh, joy.

His gaze lazily shifted to where the newcomer had come in, and he paused. The other was smaller than him, a lot thicker with muscle and even then a bit chubbier, and had a veritable nest of black hair on his head that seemed to have a few stray curls coming from it. As if he’d never been able to find the right comb to get through that mane of his on account of the fact that his hair seemed liable to gobble it up.

He was walking as relaxed as anything, coming up to the counter with a little grin on his face that showed a mouth filled to the brim with sharp teeth. So not human, but still, undeniably attractive.

Taika figured that there was definitely something with this guy that maybe could make this somewhat pleasant (if only because he was nice to look at) and then the stranger had to open his mouth. “Well hey there, sweet thing. Could I get a caramel mocha?” Grin widening, voice dropping a little so that all that faux charm could drip onto Taika’s clean counter, and brown eyes that looked somewhat predatory- and of course, Taika had spoken too soon. This guy was oozing with the kind of charm that frat boys are generally given in Lifetime movies glorifying the sororities that messed around with their killers.

“Yeah, coming right up!” The young witch still gave a faux cheerful smile, turning around and letting it drop off as soon as it wasn’t visible to this customer. He moved to start making the coffee, before turning back when the guy called.

The guy rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a little smile on his lips as he said, “Hey, if it ain’t too much trouble, could I also get a shot of charisma in that? There’s someone I’m trying to impress, you dig? Really cute guy, kinda tall, blond hair and green eyes? Yeah, he’s sorta out of my league, but I’m definitely going to try for it. D’ya mind giving me a shot of charisma in there?” Something was up. Honestly, though, Taika couldn’t care less about this guy’s romantic journey. Even as he pretended to nod sympathetically, he had to wonder- Why was he being told all this?

“Of course- and could I also get your name?” Was what Taika politely asked, because of course with Starbucks dominating the coffee business every other cafe had to step up and give the Experience™ that their retail counterpart gave while also delivering subpar desserts probably gotten from a rat-infested hovel of a bakery with their dumb bean nonsense. Not that this shop was really one of the worst knockoffs- the owners honestly poured quite a bit of love into this place and their bakes and coffee. Literally. They were witches too.

The guy nodded and paused, saying, “Yeah- though actually, lemme write it down. It’s kind of a weird name. Don’t know what my folks were thinking, naming their pups strings of numbers, but here we are.”

Taika had heard weirder things. When one was a witch who worked in a shop mostly catering to harried college students wigging out over finals and middle-aged Helens with two kids and a white Subaru in an all vegan settlement or whatever, you got used to it. The guy in front of him tore off a piece of napkin from a holder and started writing on it with a pen labeled Howlell College. Then Taika received the seven numbers and squinted at them, trying to see if he had that right because those first three numbers looked like this area code.

“That name’s kinda weird, right?” The guy in front of him was grinning, still, as if this all was the most hilariously dandy thing in the crock pot of mush that was this interaction. “People call me Julius- but you can call me anytime you need someone who’s good with making people howl!”

Taika just looked at this guy, watching him for a few seconds to see if he got that right. Oh man. This guy was serious, under all that affected weirdness. If Taika wasn’t so monumentally annoyed with life itself, he might have even found it endearing, in only the most laughable of ways because really? This Julius guy was going with this sappy bullshit? But then again, he was a werewolf, it looked like- and werewolves were kind of known for their romcom cliche worthy presence. It was almost pitiable.

So Taika replied with, “No thanks, Nine-Four-Nine- I have a lot of work.” When the coffee was done, he wrote the guy’s number on the cup instead of Julius too.

“Oh... alright then,” Julius said, seeming a little disappointed, “well, in any case- thanks for the service an’ all. It’s appreciated.”

“Mhm.”

Except, weirdly enough his fingers slipped somewhere and then Taika found himself writing down his own number, a little fuzziness cracking in the pads of his pointer finger and thumb. Julius, who seemed a little dejected, instantly lit up the moment he received his coffee, giving Taika a genuine grin. “Thanks anyway then, lovely! Have a nice day now- don’t let the other customers’ bites get ya down.” And with that, he was off, walking with a bit of a pep in his step. Taika blinked. What?

Despite being a magic relations major and practitioner, Taika only realized when Julius left the shop with his souped-up drink that some of that charisma had spilled over onto his hands, and that he might have just made a colossal mistake.

#original fiction #my writing #werewolf #witch #modern magic #urban magic #romance #gay romance #gay #happy pride!#have some gay magic #coffee shop #magic coffee shop #did someone say ~frat boy werewolf~#but like a sweet frat boy #drabble of the day

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pastelbatfandoms · 7 years

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NONE OF THE GIFS ARE MADE BY ME!

I made a face and shook my head. “Nah he’s just friendly. He’s like that with everyone.”

“He’s just being nice.” I argued not wanting to believe it.

“He let you read his book!” Caitlin exclaimed, raising her eyebrows.

I froze and looked at My best girl friend. (My best guy friend being Cisco.) She was right HR, though he talked about it, NEVER let anyone read his stories, out of insecurity I imagined.

“Also, I don’t think he’s the only who has a crush. I see you changed your style again.” Caitlin nudged me and with a knowing grin walking off to help Cisco with something.

Especially since the next day when I arrived at Star Labs Headquarters, I learned I’d be working with HR, just us, together.

“Wait…. Me with him?”

“Oh thanks, glad you’re so excited.” HR replied in mock indignation.

HR crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.

“Yes, what are we expected to do? Michelle’s right we don’t have well super ANYTHING really.” HR agrees with a carefree air.

It was Caitlin who spoke up. “Well we need Michelle to…”

“Help me with My journalistic piece!” Iris jumped in. “I’m going to be helping Wally with school.” She gestured for his input.

“Yeah right! I do need Sis’s help with an English essay.”

“Yeah so I’ll need your help Michelle with the new Flash editorial I’m working on.”

Cisco just pats HR on the back. “Actually, HR we will need you to help Michelle with the Piece maybe find some good photo’s. You have that keen eye.”

HR nods in supposed understanding and smiled. “That I do.” He agrees with a snap and point of his fingers.

While I’m just looking at them still not sure why I need to be the one writing this, I say as much.

They look at each other.

“Because Iris trusts you and I trust you not to make me look bad.” Barry finally speaks up. “Besides it’ll be fun. Especially with HR helping you.” Barry smiles warmly.

I sense something else is going on but my thoughts are interrupted by HR who puts an arm around my shoulders. I feel my face warm as he gives me a wink.

“Yes, I’ll make sure we have fun and that you are never bored.”

I nod relenting.

“So, Coffee run?” he suggests.

“Of course!”

“Then my place or yours?” He then realizes what he said and stammers. “I mean for the story, it’ll be quieter less distractions, you know…”

“You sure about that…” Cisco murmurs under his breath.

I just laugh and retort back. “You have a place?”

“I most certainly do!”

“Then your place it is.”

“Alright, then shall we?” His eyes light up as he removes his arm from around my shoulders and offers it to me, I take it with only slight hesitation.

“Lead the way.”

“Have fun!” The group call out grinning to one another.

“That’s your car?”

“Why so surprised?”

“I guess I just expected you in something flashier. No pun intended.” I shrugged.

“Nope. This is my Baby.” HR says placing a hand on the car.

He then opens the passenger door. “So, want a ride milady?” he smirks.

I give a little curtsy. “I would like that sir.” I joke, getting in.

As HR bounces over to the driver’s side, getting in and starting the car with a tip of his hat.

“What do you think of Led Zeppelin?” he asks.

“They’re ok but do you have any Poison?”

His eyes widen in what I read as pleasant surprise. “That I do.”

A while later…

I stopped snooping when I heard his boisterous voice from the well-lit kitchen as he walked into the living room.

“Your Black and White Mocha My dear.” He bowed grandly, presenting me the hot coffee in its paper cup and lid.

I smiled a thank you and took it.

He peered around me.

“So, find anything interesting?”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to snoop I was just curious.” I shrugged embarrassed.

“No need to be shy, I am an open book.”

“Are you really?”

HR evaded the question by hitting a button on his stereo.

“Oh! I think you’ll like this song.” As ‘Heartbeats’ by The Knife came on.

I nodded deciding not to question him further. “Yeah I do actually.”

HR claps his hands as he looks at me. “Where do we start?”

We sat on the couch with our coffees, his a cappuccino, my journals and his laptop and got to work.

We work well into the night, he’s as animated as ever but things I wouldn’t have noticed before I start noticing, since Caitlin had made those comments the day before. The way he’d sit really close to me or put an arm around me to grab a paper when he could have just asked for it. The songs he had chosen to play, I was very Intune with songs people chose to play, so him playing Fall Out Boy’s “Me and You’ didn’t go unnoticed. I also realized I was paying more attention to him than usual. I noticed his genuine smile when he looked at me and his eyes that sparkled when I looked at him, not being able to repress a shy smile at his charm.

Shit I guess I really did like him….

I wasn’t sure I was ready for that, though I’m sure THAT’S exactly what our friends where thinking when they set this up.

I was ready to tell him I was tired and it was time to call it a night, when he grabbed my hand causing me to look at him in surprise.

“HR what are you doing?” I asked looking down at our hands.

HR cleared his throat before answering. He smiled nervously. “Michelle um…There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about. Well now’s a good time as any.”

I leaned away not meaning to but I was taken aback. “HR I think I know what this- “

HR stopped me. “Wait I need to say this, it’s now or never.”

“Okay….” I met his intense gaze with my wide eyed one.

“I like you. A lot, like you light up the room a lot. I would like to date if you’re up for it.”

“HR…I like you too, I’ve come to the conclusion that I AM attracted to you.”

HR lets out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank you Allah!”

“Wait your…”

“What?”

I shake my head in confusion. “Never mind. Listen please.” I let go of his hand I realized I was still holding and raised my own.

HR calms down and looks intently at me. “Yes?”

“I just need time to think. I’ve done this before with Harry and The Evil Harrison and neither turned out well.”

He nods in sympathy and understanding. “I know. But I’m not them. I just look like them.”

“I know that, I just need to get my brain to make that connection.”

“I get it. My brain can get a little crazy too.” He makes a humorous face pointing to his head.

I grin. “I think we can all believe that.”

He lets out a bark of laughter. “Ha! But really I am better looking than them.” He grins.

“Well your personality certainly is.” I remark.

HR suddenly looks at me for a second and though he was grinning at me I could tell by his eyes that he was contemplating something.

I looked at him apprehensively. “What...HR don’t kiss me.”

Though in reality as I watched him lick his lips, I realized how much I wanted him too. Then he leaned in and with a mischievous look, landed a chaste kiss on my lips. Then leapt to his feet.

As I looked at him speechless.

“Did it anyway!” HR cried as he rushed out of the room. Leaving me sitting there not sure what had just happened.

A few minutes later he poked his head around the hall, grinning and drumming his hands on the wall.

“So, do you wanna sleep here?” He asked then at my look, raised his eyebrows and his hands in innocence.

“Nothing naughty, I AM a gentleman but it is getting late and we have to leave early. You can have the couch or bed it’s your choice.” He gestured.

I smiled warmly forgetting the kiss for a moment. “I’ll take the couch.”

“If you’re sure?”

I nodded.

“Well then Miss Michelle.” I cringed at the hated nickname but let it go as he continued. “I shall let you get some sleep.” HR brought his fingertips to his lips and blew me a kiss. I blushed and smiled as he disappeared down the hall.

That man is quite the charmer. I thought to myself in amusement. I settled in to bed, glad I had brought a pack of extra clothes with me.

I planned on having happy maybe even romantic dreams that night. But what showed up was far worse and, though they shared a face, were not about HR at all…

Soon. Very soon. I felt a man whisper in my ear. Then a rush of air. Then nothing as I fell back asleep.

Midnight…

I must have been crying in my sleep because my eyes shot open when I felt a warm hand on my arm and a soft voice rapidly calling my name. “Michelle, Michelle! Wake up.”

I looked up to see HR above me, instead of his usual wide smile he wore a concerned expression on his face. “Where you having a nightmare?” he asked.

I looked at him, sitting up. Glad he was wearing a long sleeved grey shirt and flannel pants instead of being nude as I half expected him to be, he seemed like the type to sleep without a stitch on.

Shaking my head away from that train of inappropriate thought, I answered him. “Yeah I guess I was.”

HR sat on the edge of the couch as he handed me a glass of water.

“Do you wanna talk about it? Sometimes, I’ve been known to find, that helps.”

As I stared into those concerned blue eyes, I knew I needed to tell someone and who better than the guy I liked and their Doppelganger HR Wells.

“It’s about Harrison Wells, Earth one Harrison.”

HR sat up a little straighter as he regarded me. “Ah, The Reverse Flash. Go on.”

I nodded, taking a breath as I told him my sordid past with the first man I ever truly loved.

2 years ago...

I had studied Journalism and Fashion Design, some Graphic Design, but what could I do with that? They were all Tech nerds. I couldn’t compete. But they convinced me to try, told me about The Flash and had me meet Harrison Wells, The CEO of Star Lab Industries and the man who had accidentally created all the meta humans, including The Flash. After a freak storm had hit the city.

Dr. Wells was confined to a wheelchair after the incident. Even in the wheelchair he exuded power, charm and quiet confidence. I was immediately drawn to him. I came to find out, as was he.

Harrison saw something in me as well and welcomed me to the team, taking over for Cisco as the costume designer and doing the face recognition's.

Over the coming months, we all worked closely together, none more so than Dr. Wells and I.

I liked being part of a team.

One night while we were doing the mundane task of filing paperwork, just us two, Harrison asked me why.

“Why what?”

“Why do you like working here? I mean you have a degree in Journalism and Design you could be working for the paper or becoming a famous fashion designer.”

“Well,” I contemplated his question. “I wanted to help out my friends.”

“That can’t be the only reason.” He said, looking at me and leaning an elbow on his chair.

I could tell by his posture that he was genuinely curious but I also felt like I was being sized up, like a Canary being spotted by a Cat. A very inquisitive, Intelligent, sexy Cat....

He smirked like he didn’t believe me, but seemed to let it go. “I see. Well we are glad to have you.” Is all he said as he went back to his work.

I frowned confused. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.” He said not looking at me.

“Okay...” I was still wondering what it all meant. Lost in thought.

I didn’t notice the small grin appear on his face and the dark look that peered out at me from the corner of his eye.

One night while on a stakeout Harrison asked me out of the blue. “Do you like me? I mean could you find me attractive?”

Even more scared when Wells was flung out of his chair by Blackout’s electricity.

Dr. Wells coughed to get my attention and eyed me with a raised eyebrow. “Michelle? Do you?”

“What?! Oh I...” I worried my bottom lip and sighed as he waited for a response. “ I mean I do! Like you and definitely find you attractive.”

Harrison looked down and gave a small smile at that.

“Why would you think I wouldn’t?”

Harrison shrugged. “ I guess I thought because of this...” He trailed off gesturing to his legs.

“Because you can’t walk?! Do you really think I’m that shallow? I don’t care about that!”

“Really?”

“Yes, Dr. Wells I like you for you, your intelligent and cunning and a great mentor to all of us. Not to mention very, very attractive.”

I hadn’t realized I had scooted closer to him in the front seat when I felt his breath on my face as he tried one more time to dissuade me.

“What about my age?”

“you mean cause your older? I like them mature, as long as it won’t affect our working together.” I replied staring at his lips.

Flash subsequently defeated and jailed Girder.

Afterward Harrison and I talked and agreed that because he was my boss, we should keep our relationship a secret for now.

We managed to keep it under wraps despite our needing, or my needing, to touch each other whenever we were in close proximity to on another.

So, they all had their own love lives going on to care about ours.

Harrison still didn’t want them to know for fear of judgement. I agreed besides it was kind of fun.

Especially when we had our subtle games we played while with the team.

“Ooooh he’s kinda cute.” I remarked looking at the guy on the screen in goggles and a ski jacket with shorn hair.

“Michelle he’s a wanted jewel thief!” Caitlin replied as everyone looked at me.

“At least he’s never killed anyone.” I finished, crossing my arms.

Cisco interjected walking over. “That is Captain Cold or Leonard Snart and actually he has killed people with his freeze gun.”

“Oh.”

I fell back as Harrison tried to keep from laughing a smug smile on his handsome features.

I wasn’t the only one playing though there had been a couple times Harrison had flirted with women in front of me, kissing their hands and then grinning slyly at me.

Plus we knew we were only interested in each other, he had told me as much one evening when we were actually taking a break from work and relaxing with an old movie at his house.

As I helped him onto the couch, he put an arm around me as I laid my head on his chest once we had settled on the couch.

He said in my ear. “You know you’re really important to me. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

I smiled and kissed him, realizing that was the closest to saying he loved me I had gotten.

I would take it.

My being important to him meant more to me than being in love.

As long as he wanted me I would be there.

I was realizing how much I liked him and how far I had fallen or how far I was about too...

A few months later...

Harrison led me into his apartment as I opened the door for him, saying he needed to show me something.

I was instantly curious maybe he had something that would get us that much closer to finding out who had killed Barry’s Mom.

Harrison suddenly stopped and turned in the middle of the expansive living room.

“Hare?” I was the only one who could call him that. “What did you want to show me?”

“This.” Harrison answered as he slowly rose from his wheelchair and stood in front of me.

I stared wide eyed, confused but also excited for him. “How? When did you...”

“A few days ago. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well color me surprised.” I stared at his tall lithe physique in shock and awe. “Does that mean...”

It was different then when we made out before there was an animalistic look to him I hadn’t seen before, he wouldn’t be holding back tonight.

He pushed me against the wall and growled into my ear. “I have been waiting too long to be gentle tonight.”

My eyes fluttered closed as he kissed my neck and I breathed out, “You don’t have to.”

I barely got the words out when his lips captured mine again and he pulled my body tight to his own, as the other hand moved up my thigh.

After almost a year together we were finally letting all that tension out, it shooting forth at super speed just like a thunder bolt bursting from the clouds.

It was only after we were lying in bed, him stroking my hair, that I asked.

“Harrison how are you able to walk now?”

He seemed to weigh my question before answering. “Simple answer? Lots of physical therapy.”

“The complex answer is very scientific isn’t it.”

Harrison snickered. “Yes, it is.”

Despite it seeming too convenient, I didn’t question him, I was just happy to finally have him like this with me, as I fell asleep with a small smile.

A/N: I HATE TUMBLRS DOUBLE SPACING!! wanted to find add more gifs but couldn’t find them all...

#THE FLASH #fan fiction #wells of hearts #Harrison wells #eobard thawne

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