#but later members take to roles more because “well its a job I can do” and not “i formed in order to deal with this and cope with that” | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

moth-related-inquiries · 4 months

Note

Hi! I read your oneshot involving Micah and fem child reader and absolutely loved it! I never thought i could see Micah ever taking on the role of a parental figure but you did such a good job tying his character into a role that i thought would never fit him! I was wondering if you could expand more on their dynamic afterwards and how reader would interpret his ‘cull the weak beliefs’ do you think teaching her these would ever come to backfire on him later especially if used against him?

Micah Bell and Fem! Child Reader Pt2: Knives Out

Warnings: incredibly angsty, Micah Bell, you're gonna hate this if u love Micah LOL, lots of murder, terrible beliefs, graphic description of murder, and child death.

tldr: Micah Bell's teachings came to bite him back in the ass. :( Nobody close to him can be happy.

A/n: Hi, Anon! Thank you for the req ♡♡♡ I'm so glad you liked my last fic! I hope you like this one, too. Feel free to send any more requests you might have :p

Listen while you read?:

Today was your third month of 'bonding,' as Micah liked to call it. You'd slowly progressed from being as terrible of a shot as Sean Macguire to being fairly good at your shots. Of course, you weren't as good as Micah, but he congratulated you on your significant progress. Unlike the others, Micah has been surprisingly patient with you. There were a lot of things he had to teach and show you, and you seemed to learn best when you were in the middle of action.

Not only had you become a better shot, but you'd also become a more malleable tool. When you finished your first robbery, Micah decided that from now on you weren't going by your old name. The Bell family had a very specific practice they used when choosing names. For the first time in a long time, he flipped open a Bible and scoured its pages for a suitable name. Eventually, he settled on Elisabeth, the technical grandmother of Jesus. Not because she was a humble or remarkable woman, but because she was stubbornly faithful. Like a dog.

He hoped that, since he'd earned your trust, you'd follow him like a dog to the ends of the earth. And that you did. No matter what he did, where he went, or who he killed, he stayed as your role model. Beyond that, he was also your new father figure. Sure, you liked Dutch and Hosea, but they never saw things from your point of view like Micah did. The Dutch, for one, insisted on the dramatics constantly. He'd make up schemes to entertain himself and some big wig bastard, then steal the money. Which probably would've entertained you if you had the patience. And Hosea, well, he didn't enjoy the 'thrill' of murdering and robbing the same way that you did. Meaning that he liked making a fool of himself and then leaving with a small sum of money.

Not to mention that Micah secretly found both of them to be fools in their own ways. You thought, at first, that he saw you as a fool too, but he assured you that you were anything but. He called you his 'kinfolk.' His kid. You found it odd. He claims to be so strong, yet he practically creates his own weakness. With this idea in mind, you began to dissect some of his flaws.

When the two of you were in camp, you noticed that he was anything but pleasant to the other members. He often harassed and berated many of the women in camp, too, which you found odd. Even odder was the fact that he berated Jack, which made you curious. Was he perhaps jealous of John and Abigail for their achievements? It seemed so. You guessed that he was jealous because he too wanted a family, no matter how dysfunctional. Though he hadn't had much luck considering that, like the stupid man he is, he took his anger out on all the women around him.

Micah Bell could never score a woman, and he knew that very well. And now, so did you. And all you had to do was watch him like you normally do. Every time you did, he'd lean over and whisper in your ear about how someday he's going to get a nice and fine wife, and these floozies are going to be sorry. You knew better. Every time he'd provide some weird back-handed compliment, you wondered if he knew it only made him look weak. He had all bark and no bite. Which, in many cases, he did. All talk until Dutch struts over, then suddenly he's acting like he's a holy deity sworn to do nothing but good.

That was one major weakness you'd noticed about him. His one big fault. Micah seemed to assume that being a snake oil salesman made him a man. A man fit for survival in the natural world. A man who could do whatever he wanted and whenever he wanted as long as he still had his silver tongue. And it did, for a little while. He could go around murdering families and sleep like a little baby the night after. That is, until he met you.

See, Micah Bell had done himself dirty when he began 'training' you. Because, unlike Micah, you shut your mouth, and you watched everyone really well. You waited for someone to come to you, and you didn't, no matter how tough it was to resist, let your guard down. Yet Micah Bell had shown his since the day he decided to mentor you. Sure, you were unaware of the impact of his actions then, but he'd taught you well. He'd gifted you a higher consciousness without even knowing it.

So, after three long months of needlessly long interaction, you put his teachings to work. You woke up bright and early to listen to the birds chirp their jovial toons. It was nice to let the weak be, just for a moment, because sometimes they end up surprising you with their entertainment. Your steel gaze turned to Micah, who was fast asleep on his bedroll, facing the cliffside. He, too, was nice when you left him be. When he did sleep, it looked peaceful. And, for a moment, you decided to let him be, too.

You grabbed your satchel, one that Micah had bought for you, and opened it. From it, you produced a jagged stone that you'd found back in Strawberry, after the pair of you (and Arthur) murdered an entire town. You originally picked it up in order to execute whoever was holding Micah's precious revolvers, but he beat you to it. And, with savagery and cowardice, he murdered another family right in front of you. It was eerily thrilling when you first experienced it, but now? Now you feel nothing but guilt. Not for the town you'd helped murder, but for Micah.

You looked down at him, staring at his greasy forehead. As you lifted your stone, you teared up as you remembered all the times that he'd slipped up. A terrible feeling sank into your chest as you thought about your first robbery. How he wiped your tears away after you'd committed your first murder and rubbed your back like the father you never had. You'd given him your weakness, and he accepted it with unknowing tenacity. From then on, you gave him your weakness, and he allowed you to piggyback off of him like a little parasite.

For such a morally corrupt man, Micah had always done his best to assure your safety, no matter what. When the two of you were low on rations, he let you have the last. When the gang was ambushed, he made sure you were never there. When the two of you were caught in a rock and a hard place, he always made you run back to camp while he distracted the bastards following you. It's your fault that he turned into something he never wanted to be.

It's your fault that he became so weak.

Your brows furrowed, and your face twisted into anguish. You lifted the stone up above your head and, with all your might, sent it crashing down upon his skull. It made a sickening crunch, like a pumpkin being dropped, but Micah did not move. You repeated the action over and over again until his head finally caved in. Once you were done, you walked over to your horse, one that he had gifted you, and shot her, too. Baylock was smart enough to run off.

From then on, you decided that, out of the four of you, Baylock would be the strongest. He was the survivor because he ran like hell instead of sticking around to die. Finally, you walked back to the cliffside and erased the last remaining proof of Elisabeth Bell's entire existence.

A/N: i hope people like this :p i know child death is a very sensitive topic, but I think that this is how it would go in the eyes of a child. I tried to make it a little confusing so that we could really understand how uniquely this kind of situation would affect someone as vulnerable as a child versus an adult.

#red dead redemption 2 #micah bell #micah bell x reader #child reader #angst #angstycowboy #rdr2

31 notes · View notes

teslacoils-and-hubris · 11 months

Note

alright thoughts on tf classic? Or at least the classic teams roles in the comics?

i have literally no knowledge of tf classic outside of how they are in the tf2 comics

that said i love nothing more than to share my opinions so let me just refresh my memory of them real quick-

granny pyro fucking rules if theres one thing tf2 is good for its making fucking insane women<3<3

I really have no strong opinions on the rest of them honestly. The writing fascinates me, though. because when you take a close look at their actions, they really aren't all the different from how the team acts? like. ok. bear with me here while i put on my english major hat and go all character analysis on you

(for the sake of clarity, i'll just be using mercs to refer to the tf2 characters, also under the cut cause this got longg)

what is their role in the plot aside from being antagonists? they're hired guns doing their job, which is taking out the administrator and the mercs, until something better presents itself in the form of the australium based life support thing. At which point c!heavy decides to turn tail and go rogue and get the missing australium for himself

everything they do in the comics? killing and torturing for their own gain and pleasure? nothing out of the ordinary for the mercs honestly. C!heavy is the only one that they go out of their way to make him an asshole (more on him later). The main reason they come off as such villains compared to our mercs? they play the violence completely straight.

Whenever the classic team is shown, ALL of the jokes come from them being the straight men to the antics of the mercs. If they weren't paired so wonderfully to play off of the batshit moves the mercs make. C!pyro isn't even torturing solider for information after she gets what she wants, she's just doing it because she enjoys hurting people- meanwhile Jane wants her to torture him for information he actually has so he can prove that he won't tell her. Every interaction is like this! They're professionals who enjoy their jobs as guns for hire- same as the mercs except they don't tell jokes or get naked and covered in honey while they do it. Thats the only thing seperating how the teams act. the main exception being C!heavy

He is uniquely portrayed as an asshole. He's here for a quick, easy pay (he tells grey mann he doesn't understand world domination types, its too much work), he's extremely caught up in the gain (him instantly backstabbing grey mann to get the life extender for himself, and when he yells at medic about how much he's cost them in animal parts)

One scene in particular, however, really sets him up as the Bad Guy. When he hurts Archimedes. It's sandwiched inbetween two jokes (him getting mad at medic for reanimating sniper, and medic implying sniper has pigeon blood now) so it's maybe hard to miss, but the panel where he throws Archimedes into the ground is such a stark stylistic difference that it really just pushes home that this is something Important. the panel is pure black, with C!heavy and Archimedes in bright white. a spatter of blood shows the impact and damage of the action. It really shifts him into the role of scary villain. He's willing to hurt and kill this animal that did nothing to him. presumably because he's pissed at medic and he knows it will hurt him. Medic's reaction and obvious pain makes him a more serious threat than the other classic members, because even when c!pyro drilled holes into soliders teeth, solider didn't care. Everything else the classic team has done has been an inconvience at best (ok well, except killing sniper, but that is also done by c!heavy and treated the same as this example so-)

It's a really beautiful piece of story telling! It's a fantastic way of conveying that this guy is the big bad to the reader without even using words!

Oh and this is also why our mercs were able to win in the end btw, the classic team was prepared for a lot of shit but they could never expect the random bullshit the mercs pull on nearly constantly. They expected guns that shot bullets not ones with a "BANG" flag then getting punched in the dick

#asks #tf2

17 notes · View notes

masterjacobofficialblog · 1 year

Text

Siblings and their "dad and foster mom"

Initially, I wanted to redraw Unikitty before publishing it and Puppycorn, but I have accumulated a lot of debts because of my studies, I decided that I would post at least this Unikitty, BUT I IMMEDIATELY SAY that in everyday life she will wear a different suit, and I also think to supplement the Puppycorn suit)

Princess Unikitty. 30-31 years, bisexual panromantic. The kind, fair and most optimistic ruler of Unikingdom, the elder sister of President Puppycorn. Even years later, the ruling princess did not lose her optimism, but she began to take the matter a little more seriously, especially when Coco, a completely new and a happy Unigang appeared in her life. By its unique nature, it has unusual abilities such as the ability to fly, change the shape of the blush and the color of the coat depending on the situation or emotion, as well as release the largest amount of Sparkle Matter. Although Unikitty, as the ruling monarch, can change the laws and the form of government, but because of her personal considerations, she cannot transfer power to her brother.

President Puppycorn. 28 years, asexual. The fair and slightly lazy president of Frowntown abd younger brother of Princess Unikitty. Since he was born a boy and his horn was broken in infancy, he cannot control the Unikingdom (in the kingdom of matriarchy and Unikitty cannot transfer power to his brother due to personal considerations) and could not control his magic as well as his sister. However, he can digest almost any food, including even those that are dangerous for dogs, and also learns about his other abilities, the existence of which he could not imagine before. Became president by the Force of Justice. And Really Old Edith's old book.

Richard, 59 years, straight. Advisor to Princess Unikitty and sometimes to President Puppycorn, who, in addition to his regular job, had another one. If not for the long-awaited appearance of Coco and her entry into The Unigang, his life would have been boring. Now his life is a little boring (because of Coco), but it is also saturated (also because of Coco).

Coco, 55 years, asexual heteroromantic. A flower seller and Feebee's assistant with QT, who also happens to be her mentor, since Feebee couldn't control herself for a long time. She was absent from the Unikingdom for a long time due to the fact that Feebee gave her a vacation in order to rid her of control. Also, after a while, she met Richard, thereby becoming a member of the Unigang. Yes, she's that the Richard's GF, but she's his wife now^^

That's right:

Richard's girlfriend in this AU has a name;

Unikitty bears the title of "Princess", not "Queen", in order to make a reference to "My Little Pony" as a tribute to both this show and the voice actress Tara Strong, who voiced both Unikitty and Twilight Sparkle.+princesses are more often shown in many media as kind characters than queens;

And yes, because Richard's Girlfriend was picking flowers in Richard's flashback, I invented a place for her in the plot;

And yes, Puppycorn is here dressed as the Evil Morty from Rick and Morty, and Richard is reading Stephen King's Carrie;

Since Careen Ingle has long since confirmed that Puppycorn is not an alien, I decided to give him a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT role in the plot in AU, compared to other Unikitty's AU.

I hope you like it! Do you wanna See more New content? So, we can see it soon!

#master jacob au #unikitty #unikitty au #princess unikitty #unikitty!#unikitty furry #unikitty humanoid #unikitty anthro #puppycorn #prince puppycorn #unikitty richard #happy happy siblings #I'll redesign Unikitty later #and also show Princess Cornelia #Edit: Coco work with Feebee and QT

38 notes · View notes

madwheelerz · 2 years

Text

The Similarities Between Mike and Jonathan

I was reminded awhile ago that I said I would go into the similarities between Mike and Jonathan so here I am. Thanks @grumpywheeler for reminding me because I honestly forget to put this on my list.

One of the first similarities that I can note right off the bat between Jonathan and Mike is the fact that they take on very parental roles. With Jonathan we see this in his relationship with Will. He has the responsibility of keeping an eye on Will and making sure he’s safe in the absence of their parents, one from being a jerk and the other from working. Mike takes on this role when he finds El. His behavior is similar to that of Benny’s and Hopper’s in taking El in and offering her food, clothing, and shelter while trying to keep her safe.

Mike also has this need to be needed in order to validate his place in the lives of others. He takes on a somewhat parental role with the rest of the party as well obviously to a lesser extent. He is still a kid, but he’s the one that is at the forefront of forming the plans and trying to keep the others safe. Mike does this much less with those he’s known the longest. For example, Mike takes care of Will and tries to help him, but is clearly not replicating the role of a parent anymore than his mannerisms would suggest.

The party members view Mike as the leader. There are quite a few moments when the party looks to him for direction on how to proceed and like I said he’s still a kid like them so if the other members of the party don’t listen, they’re going to sort it out like kids.

In the cabin we have Mike snatch a piece of the mindflayer off of El with his bare hands. Later we see Jonathan try to cutout the piece of the mindflayer in El’s leg. We also see Jonathan physically block Mike and Will from danger. This is an action we see Mike repeat a few times during starcourt. Mike and Jonathan don’t hesitate in times of crisis. They run straight forward and try to handle the situations. The situation with El is a prime example. There is also Mike attacking flayed B*lly and Jonathan turning back to the mall the moment he realized something was wrong.

They both also fall apart after the danger when everyone is presumed safe. We see Mike become distant from his friends and focus more on being an adult while Jonthan the season after distances himself and tries to feel better by getting h*gh. This ends up negatively impacting their relationships.

Both characters are also immediately back in action the moment danger arises. They push aside their own traumas and grievances to focus on the tasks at hand. When they’re needed, they do their best to be there. Jonathan takes charge immediately when El gets taken for the incident with Angela and again later when the government agents refuse to let them leave.

Something interesting that I noticed was people complaining that Mike didn’t come up with these plans, but narratively that wouldn’t have made sense. Mike doesn’t know California. He doesn’t know the people there so realistically there isn’t a way to write that without turning Mike into some all-knowing eye. He’s also only fourteen. The fact that so many people so this and thought Mike should’ve had all the answers proves that the show did its job in portraying him as the leader at least.

I also think that there are some implications towards Mike being left to essentially raise himself. Ted is inattentive and as we know from Dustin “no help” while Karen simply wouldn’t have the time between watching Holly and being left to take care of the house. We sort of see this in season two. Mike’s parents fully expect him to regulate his own emotions without their help. When he isn’t able to do that, they punish him and tell him not to do it again while invalidating his feelings regarding his toys.

Mike is the one to take El in and while part of that is his leadership factor part of it is that he definitely knew he wouldn’t get caught. His parents didn’t even question anything until about a week in. Even if he were a little Einstein, he shouldn’t have been able to get away with that because it was sloppy. He’s smart, yes. Something to note though is that El would also go wandering around his house.

The point is the way he grew up definitely seems to point to him behaving like an adult or leader because it’s what he knows. It’s how he’s used to operating. This is the same with Jonathan. He had to grow up early in order to raise Will in place of a functioning and available adult.

Anyway, this-

These scenes are so funny. Like what are you expecting him to do if your not stopping him Jonathan. Lmao, but Jon’s right though.

#mike wheeler #comparisons #mike and jonathan comparison #thoughts and theories

45 notes · View notes

ot3 · 1 year

Note

hi miss ot3 im going through a dilemma and you seem really smart so id appreciate your opinion. i and some people i know are deciding on an important managerial position but the main candidate is completely unqualified for the role. i tried to suggest other candidates but the main reason theyre giving it to her is because shell feel bad otherwise. her partner is the main person supporting her and no one really wants to disagree with him because everyones friends. can i do anything or am i stuck?

well as a warning in advance im not qualified to answer this question At All on the grounds of anything but common sense. however with that caveat on the table i think you pretty obviously can't let this happen. i dont know entirely what you're working on here but i'm going to assume it is at least decently formal/official and of some consequence.

There's essentially no scenario in which hiring this woman doesn't blow up later, and if I had to guess it'd end up being much worse than whatever sort of blowout you stand to have with her and her boyfriend. For starters, whoever actually is qualified for this position that gets passed over will be rightfully bitter, if its someone you end up bringing on for this job/project at all. everyone having to work underneath her will be rightfully bitter, because there's nothing worse than having to take instructions from someone who doesn't know what theyre doing. in fact, id argue that you run a serious risk of your most competent workers walking out entirely, because the more skilled you are at something the more demeaning it is to be told to do it poorly, and the easier it is to find similar or better work/experience elsewhere.

It also threatens the integrity of whatever project you're working on that needs managing. managing is like a critical thing to Not Fuck Up if you want something done successfully and smoothly. i've actually got two very close family members who do project management for a living - my aunt who works for the bank of america, and my dad who works for the CDC - and it seems like the critical thing for managing people is to understand the collective skillset and capacity of your team well enough to let them do what they're good at. and frankly if this is a person who will make a big stink if theyre being told they don't have the skillset you're looking for, then this is probably something they lack the ability to do. Additionally, if someone is the kind of person who would make a huge stink about getting passed up for someone more qualified, they don't really seem like the kind of person you'd want to be working together with in the first place? it's just a one way ticket to having a subpar final product, if you're too afraid to critique them or their work for fear of backlash.

additionally if she really truly is incompetent, eventually at some point that will become so much of an issue that you can't keep her in this position anymore, which brings you back to square one. so really going through with this is just delaying and worsening the exact situation you're trying to avoid

if the other people who are making this decision with you agree that this woman is incompetent + want the work to succeed, then hopefully they'll come around to this line of reasoning. if they don't agree or aren't that invested in the final project, then it seems like you guys might have some irreconcilable differences regarding the subject in question.

16 notes · View notes

birindale · 2 years

Text

Mattel on the creation of She-Ra

Janice Varney-Hamlin, former Mattel Director of Worldwide Marketing Fashion Dolls, was interviewed in the 2021 book “The Toys of He-Man and the Masters of the Universe”, regarding her involvement in the creation of the She-Ra line in collaboration with Filmation. This interview is reproduced below in its entirety, featuring references to Greek mythology, a red-haired Adora, and hypothetical virtual reality powers. Never a dull moment with this franchise

You were director of worldwide marketing for fashion dolls at Mattel during the 19802. What did the role entail?

It was everything, actually, the way Mattel was set up. The way we were organized, project management reported directly to marketing, and we had corresponding members of cost accounting, packaging, and legal. The people on my team were responsible for those aspects of the brand. It was sort of a category management role.

Can you tell me how the Princess of Power line started and what your role was in it?

It's interesting because when I first started at Mattel I was part time, and still in college. I ended up finally getting in there full time, and I reported to a guy named Jack Beuttell. He came from a P&G background and funded an attitudes and usage study for Barbie. So we learned about the brand and what Barbie could do. One of the gaps was that Barbie couldn't be an action hero, a mom, or a fantasy doll. We looked for opportunities to grow flanker brands. Competition always came for Barbie, but never lasted. When it left it created a vacuum in the market, and we would create more products and suck up all those dollars.

Did you look to He-Man for ideas to create this flanker brand?

Barbie had plateaued--she stayed at less than $100 million for years. That's why we fielded the study. Jill Barad was there. We couldn't quite get a line going because we couldn't get it past buyers, because buyers didn't believe that little girls would buy it.

We tried to do it on our own first, outside of He-Man. Then we determined we wanted to take a second attempt a few years later because there was a belief we should operate from strength, and what was our strongest action brand? It was He-Man.

The boys' side of things developed She-Ra, but she was underwhelming. So then the girls' marketing side took over and it was quite a political battle from there. We did a lot of research on it and came up with this character, this female doll. We came up with She-Ra as a way to tie in with He-Man. We gave her a war cry and transformation powers just like He-Man had. The important thing with She-Ra was that she not only had to look beautiful, but also be beautiful within.

I've heard that a big proportion of the kids who played with He-Man were girls? Did that drive the creation of the She-Ra line? [[note: ~40% of MOTU sales at the time]]

No, didn't drive it. We already had the research that said girls were interested in this type of thing. It just reinforced what we already knew.

How successful was She-Ra compared to Barbie and He-Man?

She performed like a flanker brand. She was important because her job was to create and deliver on new play patterns for girls. We didn't expect her to outperform He-Man or Barbie. It was a nice flanker brand for girls to do role play and hair play. The sales volume didn't compare but we were pleasantly surprised with how well she performed.

All the female characters had to have fashion play and hair play elements, as well as some kind of feature. Catra had a claw. She-Ra had a costume change and a sword. She-Ra's horse had a transformation capability.

I've heard that early models for She-Ra were based on Teela. Is that true?

Yes. The misstep there was Teela was part of He-Man's world, which was rightful, but she had no characteristic features that appealed to traditional doll play, like rooted hair and clothing. She also lacked the transformation, the traditional world of role play. When She-Ra transformed she became superpowerful [sic]. She was empowered and she empowered others.

The marketing behind the He-Man line was all about empowerment for young kids, who often felt powerless in their relationships with adults: "I have the power." What was the driving theme behind She-Ra?

I think it was empowerment, and also making the world a better place for those around her. She took care of animals and people. She was a nurturer.

To your earlier point, Barbie wasn't either of those things.

Exactly. I was a lit major, there was this literary book called Bulfinch's Mythology [[note: this was written in 1867 expressly to unite Greco-Roman myth with contemporary (that is to say, Victorian) English literature. If you love expurgation and the British Empire it may just be the book for you]]. It covers archetypes through Roman and Greek mythology. A lot of our characters were modeled after those gods and goddesses, like Athena and Venus. Those were the inspirations. Even She-Ra herself looks like what you might imagine Athena to look like. That or Venus.

The original renderings for She-Ra had red hair, but it didn't test well for little girls.

In many ways She-Ra was ahead of her time and served as a strong, action-oriented role model for young girls. How do you think She-Ra fits into the world of today?

I think she's a good fit. I think she fits right in. I'm completely amazed with how mesmerizing she was. She has really maintained her original characteristics and inspiration. It's classic. Just like the mythical characters we emulated.

She stands for a lot of goodness. We took great strides to make sure that happened. Even in the research we did, we discovered that it was really important to young girls that She-Ra was a good person and did the right thing.

Every generation has notions of violence. That was played back to us by kids. Even with her enemies like Catra, she may try to scratch you or be mean to you. But little girls would still feel Catra should be forgiven. It was never a fight to the death.

Do you have any fun stories from your time on the brand?

When we did the press event in New York, we hired a model who rode on a white horse down the middle of the street; she actually rode bareback down the street with her entourage of people dressed as the characters. We went to a hotel, and Andy Warhol showed up at the press event. He invited us to his club for the evening. He thought it was the most amazing thing, and he loved the costumes. Apparently he had read about the press event that day and just showed up.

What was your personal favorite character?

I would say She-Ra was my number one and Catra was my number two. Actually, I would say probably her horse as well. She-Ra, Swift Wind, and Catra, in that order.

It was really a fun line to work on because you're making the stuff up in your head. There was another person I worked with, Cathy Larson, who was incredibly creative. I just really liked working with her. We came up with all these things. She was in the sales department, and I brought her in halfway through. We would just make up the story line and characters.

With something like She-Ra, you get to swing out creatively. With Barbie there were a lot of guidelines, and standards. We had some pretty fun meetings about She-Ra. Going from Barbie meetings to She-Ra meetings, it was a totally different attitude, more creative and more fun.

What about the Evil Horde? How did that come into the picture?

We were great toy designers, but that did not mean we could produce a great TV series. There were certain things we didn't get about the entertainment industry. One of the areas to bridge the gap between He-Man's and She-Ra's world was to infiltrate characters that weren't in our product line. When story lines from the cartoon came back, they were completely different from storybooks we were developing at Mattel. We had to make the two come together. We didn't want three different story lines for the same thing. That was one of the things, to have cross over characters that appeared in both places.

There was a lot of resistance to that, more on the boys' side. They had more restrictions too, and we were more or less an open book.

What can you tell me about the She-Ra cartoon?

We knew there had to be an animated series for the brand. There weren't a lot of strong female characters in cartoons at the time that had these abilities. Maybe a few, like Supergirl and Wonder Woman, were predecessors. But in terms of integrating her into He-Man's world, it was really important. We lucked out, we met with Lou Scheimer at Filmation.

So how did the She-Ra line come to an end?

There were two different challenges. First, She-Ra sales were slowing. The second problem was we shipped to much product into the marketplace. This was over my pay grade, but we would ship product based on what retail would buy, not on what would sell through. That creates a problem going to next year. If there's too much inventory left over, it creates the sense that the toy line isn't successful. At the end of year two that happened. Something similar happened in He-Man--they overproliferated [sic] characters that didn't even make sense.

What did you do after She-Ra ended?

I went and worked on other products because I was able to grow the Barbie business. It had been stagnant for twelve years. Jack Beuttell and I were able to introduce secondary dolls, more new dolls each year, to create synergy and new roles for Barbie. For example, we put out Golden Dreams Barbie, with a golden convertible, coordinated outfit, golden make-up, and we would advertise everything in one commercial. That created a halo effect which would sell the whole thing. Jack came up with that, and after he left I continued it.

If you could do She-Ra, how would you approach it this time?

I'd make her more modern. Her powers would have to do with AI and virtual reality. She would be in the modern era. I would retainn certain aspects of her. It would be traditional but also embrace technology in an exciting way and in a global way. It would be incredibly inclusive with world cultures.

Anything else?

I think She-Ra's a classic. I used to think, "Why do people want to talk about this?" It's because She-Ra is an empowered, self-confident woman. She empowers other people to be confident and do the right thing. One thousand years from now that will still be an important characteristic to have. Regardless of your background, do the right thing. I hope that's what she stands for; that's what she was designed to do.

#interviews #motu #janice varney-hamlin #i have perhaps been favoring the filmation account of events & that's unfair of me #i don't like this woman's vibe but that doesn't mean i should present a biased selection of primary sources

14 notes · View notes

emeritus-fuckers · 9 months

Note

Helloo, I wanted to know if I could join the Ministry event. ❤️

1. I think I would be a sibling of sin, because honestly, I get panicked doing things in front of people, I get very nervous, but if I have no other choice, I can do it, I really can, but it puts me through a lot of anxiety.

2. I would really like to work with Primo, Terzo, and Copia. I think their personalities are compatible with mine, and I could handle them. I could work with Secondo if I had no choice, but I don't think it would be a good working environment. And Nihil and Sister I could also work with, but I think I would not usually agree with them.

3. I am introverted, and in a work environment I am really willing to "open up" as much as necessary and give my opinion if required, but I am still really introverted.

4. It's going to sound really boring, but I love reading and writing reports, so it would be something like correcting texts, and maybe filling out paperwork.

5. I love going to new places, I really do, but, the travel process (buying tickets, packing, being at the airport) gives me a lot of anxiety even though I can deal with it, so this one is 50/50.

6. I work much better at night. And sadly teamwork is not my thing, unless it's people I know I can trust, or else I usually end up doing everything myself. I like to do my job very well, I kind of fear the idea of being seen as mediocre. By the way, I have a very good uterus, in case Terzo needs it 🤗

The role in ministry event ended on July 20th

Your role in the Ministry is...Editor for Papa Emeritus III

You check over all his important paperwork, letters and speeches. You correct and edit them. You also sometimes have to fill in paperwork for him, you do this more as a favour for him.

Terzo is an awesome boss, he lets you pick your hours so you can work later if you want.

He relies heavily on you, and he knows he can trust you will do the work to a high standard.

You work alone and he makes sure you have a really nice comfortable office space.

As a thank you for all the hard work, he takes you on tour for a few weeks. He knows that planning it all would stress you so this way its all already planned. All you have to do is just turn up, he's even had a few bags packed with stuff for you.

You do have to read over his stuff carefully as sometimes he likes to leave a little joke in there. For example in a recent letter to a high ranking member: "I am writing to you today because I am the sexiest most charismatic member of this church..." then it goes into the actual letter. Or he'll often just write "Hi!!! How is this report, I hope its better than the last!!" Halfway through.

He only does this because he really values you and he wants to make sure you are happy at work.

As for you Uterus Terzo can be a flirt so you never know...

Written by Nyx

#anon #whats my role in the ministry event #ministry role event #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo x reader #terzo

6 notes · View notes

ninjastormhawkkat · 2 years

Note

Do you have any Mouse Man AU headcanons?

Steven has become a bit petty and sarcastic after the accident. Which is well deserved form him since he his now a half human half mouse creature and woke up from a painful experiment.

Steven woke up a few days in the hospital after the accident. Squeaky was placed in a cage at his house. Becky was checked on by their neighbors the Botsfords while Steven was out cold.

Tubing and Doohickey bring Steven to the hospital. Steven after he wakes up is worried about how Becky would react if she saw him now. He doesn't want her to be scared. Tubing assures him that Becky had already seen what he looks like now and is more worried about his health and well being than his appearance. Becky gives her dad a firm hug, glad to see he is okay.

The Botsfords are friends with Steven and Becky in this au as well.

The introductory episode for Dr. Two Brains is for Dr. James Jenkins but it ties with Steven as well. Steven comes home after the hospital visit and for breakfast has an urge to make something with cheese so he makes cheese omelets for him and Becky. He theorizes that he must have developed some of Squeaky's eating habits which involve Cheese. So Steven devises a scientific chart to plan out which type of cheese he can eat also how to combine cheese with other foods so he can maintain his human diet. Becky in the beginning worriedly asks her dad about his new obsession with cheese but Steven assures Becky that he has no motivation to steal it, just eat it. They plan to go to the grocery store to buy cheese along with other stuff. Soon the alarm goes off but its Dr. Jenkins who is turning the food in the grocery store into candy but it tastes bad unfortunately. Wordgirl tries to stop him but someone recognizes Steven apparently and fan mob him because of his book. Dr. Jenkins uses that to escape.

(I agree 100% with @djsadbean and her Steven working for city hall in the crime unit headcanon)

So back at city hall Steven, Wordgirl, Huggy, the mayor, Sally Botsford, and a few members of the scientific community heads come together to discuss what happened and Wordgirl and Steven find out about Jenkins. Steven and Wordgirl are miffed at the scientists who degraded Jenkins' work because he had some pretty good ideas and working experiments. The scientists ignore them and say Jenkins was nothing but a hack. Steven wants to argue back for this guys case but he can't because he unfortunately is under these people as well and can't risk his job which he has to raise Becky. Wordgirl later asks her dad what she should do. Steven says as much as he hates to admit it, Jenkins' has to be taken to jail to pay for his crimes of destruction and hopefully he can get some therapy help there (surprise: the city doesn't pay for villain therapists) So the introduction episode goes the same as canon episode with a few more minor differences. Ex. Steven and Becky try to talk Dr. Jenkins out of being a villain, but ultimately have to stop him and the police just take him away like a criminal. Also no cheese stealing invovled.

In the mouse brain takeover episode, Squeaky is the only one around who sees Steven go into mouse mode. As Steven runs off, Squeaky yells at him to bring back some cheese.

Squeaky is kept around because Steven does not want the mouse to cause anymore trouble.

Steven just enjoys sassing out Victoria's parents every time he encounters them.

For the Two Brains quartet episode - Jenkins builds a ray that manipulates sound waves - people don't sound awful when singing but just bizarre. Bampy joins his family for the quartet part. Bob joins Steven, Tubing, and Doohickey after Steven gave his daughter the role of manager.

Two Brains boogie - Steven just covers his face when he sees his child dance, he does lay down some sick moves when helping Tim shut off the force field ray.

Steven still does not like cats now. He is not at the point where he thinks they are going to eat them, but he flinches badly when they are around.

Steven still gives his daughter hero advice and does his best to help her when she is in trouble.

@chaoticerisstuff

@melodythebunny

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #mouse man au #steven boxleitner #dr james jenkins #becky boxleitner au #chaoticerisstuff #melodythebunny #answered ask

10 notes · View notes

the-one-who-acts · 10 months

Text

Operation-Undoing the damage- Part 2

TW: Medical stuff, details on injury, and gore, implied multiple deaths.

Entry 2:

3 days later, our dear Leader has come back with more supplies, I have no doubt that these might be compatible, what only puts worry in my bones is just how stable these are, but I have just begun, Our leader has given me and my team a couple of notes as well as resources in case we end up with any sort of complication, all courtesy of Ratoo.

The second sample to be tested is The Eye of Slythor, this one already puts uncertainty in me since it’s poisonous, more specifically, its tears. To ensure the safety of our team, I made a quick potion that could act as an antidote, a mix of various flowers that grow out of a blessed Shamura skull, otherwise, we can always call upon our Lord.

Leshy’s body doesn’t seem to be reactive to the poison, A member of my team that used to reside in the biome of the Darkwoods pointed out that Leshy’s summoned demons all had this attribute, one even spits poison, I think I shall explore later and gather a sample for a more powerful concoction.

The documents our Lord has gathered with any piece of information on Slythor, he used to roam around in Anura, but he did not rule over the land, instead, he would go there to seek potion ingredients and sell them, the only reason he became a being worth of inscriptions of a legend, was because he bared a crown, but it was not like the ones we have, Our Lord will look further, and speaking of look, Leshy has woken up for his eye exam.

Entry 3:

A pleasant evening to whoever is reading this, due to the circumstances that I shall get into in the next paragraph, I have taken over the role of lead healer, my name is Finayen, and my former boss has been imprisoned and his sentence is currently being decided, but in the meantime, Leshy will be in my capable hands, now, to address the situation.

My former superior documented the making of an antidote to make sure his team did not get poisoned, however, a side effect from it was that no one could swallow any food for days. Our leader was so confused by it, no sign of sickness was brought to his radar, however, Kallamar showed us what has happened, the flowers from the Shamura skull were indeed blessed, AS LONG AS THEY WERE ATTACHED TO THE SKULL, the moment they were taken from it, they became damned, unpure, deadly and not ideal for consumption, and we were left starving for days until our Leader managed to find a cure, sadly the operation will take longer to do, my team seems to be nowhere to be found, so I might now have to figure this out on my own, hopefully, the Eye of the fervent does its job once it arrives.

The eye of Slythor will be taken out, Leshy wished not to endanger the cult any further, we were pretty close but, I cannot deny his reasoning, it wouldn't be ethical of me as a healer to not put what my patients think into perspective, after all, it's their body that I will be operating on if they are feeling unsatisfied despite previous treatment, it is my duty to do better, I think Jullenryn lacked such a sense, he did not mention but rumors have been brought up that he was the reason his village came to ruin, and as the next in command, I shall do better.

#cotl #cult of the lamb #my writing #cotl au #tw medical

4 notes · View notes

sansxfuckyou · 2 years

Text

A servants intervention

here we have a mix between Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel AU, thats well, a servant AU and one other element as well, this'll be explained further later on, and a warning, their will be NSFW mention, but not extremely explicit, and @saschagemruler said I could tag them for this

The Goetia family was both rich and powerful, that everyone in all of hell knew, each ring was knowledgeable of the power they held, despite being one of the weaker blueblood lineages in hell, still a few rankings below the Magne family.

Of course, just because they aren't at the top of the line of powerful royal families in hell doesn't mean they don't have servants for whatever one could possibly want, enter Stolas buying I.M.P. in its first few weeks of development when they weren't succeeding at all.

Without any money to survive and pay employees, Blitzo had to agree, his employees followed close behind.

Since then, it couldn't be helped for the I.M.P. employees to favor certain members of the family over others and be separated into various jobs, a few new servants being cycled in over time as well.

The members of I.M.P. still kept their assassination job as a side hustle, now labeled as a 'Goetia family business' which was only similar to the truth in the slightest essence, as shortly before being bought out Blitzo still did the nasty with Stolas to get the book.

After nearly two months of I.M.P. working as servants for the Goetia family, the blueblood lineage had planned to merge with the Magne lineage through a planned marriage between Charlie and Octavia, giving the two three months to get to know each other before marrying to maximize family power and money.

Each part of the Magne family, Goetia family, I.M.P. and other affiliated sinners each play into this new soon to merge family, sharing the Goetia family mansion as a whole, servants and royal families being forced to coexist until the two daughters are married, at which point the Charlie Magnes parents can leave her behind with the Goetia family while still sharing the power.

Allow me to further explain the roles certain characters take in this story below the cut.

Blitzo, he still goes on his classic style assassination missions from time to time but due to having been bought out by Stolas, Blitzo has to take some more servant like roles as he agreed to, he can often times be spotted in the kitchen with Angel Dust trying to cook, or at Stolas' beck and call whenever Stella is out.

Moxxie has been enlisted as in charge of taking care of the various plants scattered across the mansions, his social anxiety worsening as he doesn't have to be exposed to people near constantly anymore, he still talks to Millie and the Goetia family when they speak to him, but never speaks first, he can still be found practicing his aim in his room.

Alastor, despite not having to be there, still hangs around to see what happens just for the heck of it, no one actively tries to interact with him unless he speaks up first, at which point they always interact with him in fear of being killed or worse, he doesn't intend to kill anyone no matter how much they agitate him until the show is over.

Octavia doesn't get to spend much time alone now that the mansion has been swamped with the Magne family and their affiliates, she also despises the fact she has to marry one of them, Charlie Magne, whom she has to be with for most of the day so they can get to know each other, she only finds solace alone or with Loona.

Angel Dust hasn't been bought out as a servant, but he has designated himself to be in the position for more dirty activities if he must, and he is anticipating the day of the wedding only cause he gets a chance to meet Verosika, otherwise, he wishes he could be at the hotel instead of here.

Stella, despite just wanting to do something other than do paperwork with the Magnes still has to, and even then when she is free, she still finds her home life to be less than desirable given everyone there, and the fact that she has to deal with the imp that fucked her husband and the princess who'll be marrying her daughter.

Millie is the luckiest member of I.M.P. depending on how you look at it, she's been designated to teach the other servants and members of the blueblood lineages self defense, how to use a gun and other tactics, she loves it, aside from the fact most of the royal families suck at practical combat no matter how hard she tries to teach them.

Vaggie sticks around to act as Charlies bodyguard no matter how much Charlie argues she's fine, Vaggie refuses to trust anyone in the Goetia mansion with Charlie, hoping she'll be allowed to stay after Charlies parents leave to continue to prevent Charlie from being harmed, as Blitzo, Stolas and Moxxie all seem shifty to Vaggie.

Loona has been assigned the job of secretary and front desk lady, as the amount of assassins that boldly walk in through the front door and pose as affiliates of royalty has doubled, with Loona being upfront it prevents them from getting in very far, Loona also gets to chat with Octavia whenever she returns from a day out with Charlie.

Charlie is shoved into spending days with Octavia to get to know her wife to be, although, their personalities don't mesh very well, no matter how much Charlie pries with her vibrant personality, she's found their only similarity is their experiences in their family households, not perfectly for sure.

They all have to work together until the clock finishes ticking down to the big day where families merge and power becomes shared between Goetia and Magne.

But...

The I.M.P. begins to intervene with how such a thing will go down, Moxxie has begun to help Vaggie ease up by teaching her about plants and certain properties they hold, Angel Dust has begun to pick up extra fighting tricks from Millie during training sessions he didn't know prior, Alastor has begun to chat commonly with Blitzo who slowly shifts new ideas into Alastors playbook of how things could go down, and the biggest roadblock of all being the feelings Octavia is starting to gain for Loona that grow every time she chats with the hellhound from a day out with Charlie.

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #helluva boss au #hazbin hotel au #helluva boss millie #helluva boss moxxie #helluva boss stolas #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss loona #helluva boss stella #helluva boss octavia #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel alastor

5 notes · View notes

cocksuki2 · 2 years

Note

one piece is one of my faves bc of the skypiea arc and the water 7/enies lobby arcs. (no spoilers dw) but these arcs are major turning points in the series as a whole but namely skypiea. this particular arc gets a lot of unnecessary hate and is often skipped but its actually one of the most important arcs in the whole story. the most major foreshadowing in one piece takes place here and when i say major i mean major; its the turning point in the series as well because its when you can visibly see the story turn dark, like it goes downhill from there w one tragedy after another. i feel once you read skypiea, the moment you start reading the current arc wano, you’ll see everything that was set up in the beginning fall into place. “now i see what Oda was trying to tell us back then” yk “now i see the connection”. its the one arc that cannot be skipped, and easily the most important arc beside sabaody/marineford which takes place later on.

water 7/enies lobby will always be my favorite arcs and are probably my favorite arcs out of any anime I’ve ever seen. i wish i could experience them over again just bc of how good they were. throughout the whole series luffy shows that he’ll do anything to save or help his friends. doesnt matter if he has to challenge the government head on, fight the strongest pirate in the world even if he knows he cant beat them with the level of strength he has. my favorite characters are sanji and usopp. sanji bc of his past and bc he’s the only crew member that doesnt fight with a devil fruit nor some kind of weapon which is really interesting to me bc even w/o that he’s still the 3rd strongest crewmate, and it caught my interest when i first read it. His backstory, in my opinion is the second most tragic only behind brooke and they both had my crying. Usopp because i feel that he is probably the most realistic character on the crew in his own way and let me tell you why. usopp gets a lot of hate within the fandom bc he’s a scaredy-cat. his first instinct is to always run when they go up against the stronger pirates and he lies. but i feel that he’s realistic bc not everyone can be brave like luffy and the rest, someone has to be scared. if i was him, based on some of the people they go against, I’d be terrified too. his backstory is very very overlooked & it saddens me bc everyone on luffy’s crew had it rough growing up, and yet no one seems to care abt usopp’s upbringing. i also feel like he knows his strengths and weaknesses well; yea his first reaction is to run away but he ALWAYS pulls through and that’s exactly what i love about him. no matter how scared he is, he will always get the job done but no one gives him credit for that. in one of the later arcs, usopp is the sole reason everyone was even able to survive; hell he was a major role in enies lobby but he never gets the credit he deserves. In my opinion he’s the perfect character. someone that knows he’s not strong like luffy zoro and sanji, scary, wants to be more brave, willing to step up if it means saving his friends, he cares so deeply for his friends and deserves to call himself a strawhat pirate. oh i forgot to mention but i said before that usopp lies A LOT, he’s literally a pathological liar but many of his lies are actually Oda foreshadowing the later arcs which i really really love. Oda really did his work with usopp😭

if you do continue one piece, I recommend the manga first (at least thats what i did but i only read a few arcs at a time then went back and watched it) bc the pacing is overall better and i loved every chapter i laid my eyes on. after typing this im now fighting the urge to rewatch it even though im behind on like 6 other shows rn😭i feel like i could go deeper but then I’d just be spoiling, sorry for ranting this much though!😞

ahhhh don't apologize!!!! this is amazing!!! one piece is one of those shows i love hearing people talk about bc there is so much to it and no one person's opinions are going to be the same. op has so much source material that it makes reading analyses from people who love it SO much fun to read and go through. idk i love your passion. it makes me wanna be passionate about it.

i adore characters who feel real and especially those with bolder personalities. I'd assumed Ussop was a liar just because "uso" means "to lie" in Japanese. so i figured it was a play on words. BUT i didn't know that oda uses him to foreshadow. that's def gonna make reading/watching it for the first time really enjoyable and ill be keeping an eye out for it!!!

i think i'll def be continuing the series though!!! i'm not sure if i want to read or watch it yet. my thing with manga is that i tend to BINGE like 100-160 chapters but i hit a certain point and (no matter the manga) end up dropping it bc i get distracted by something else. like tokyo ghoul is a fANTASTIC manga with strong art, compelling characters, and an incredible story but i read up to like 70 something and ended up forgetting to finish it (i plan to pick it back up in the coming months though). so ill probs just watch the anime bc it's more likely that ill be able to see it through.

i also heard that the op soundtrack is GREAT and i really like animation that flows nicely with the music. so part of me wants to experience it that way first, especially since the anime adaptation is known to be a good one (unlike tokyo ghoul).

#cal.ask #series.op

0 notes

goldengoddess · 3 years

Text

dating jesper while doing a heist with the crows

request: Hiii !! You’re Jesper head cannons have me life? Could I request some head cannons for dating Jesper and doing the heist with the dregs :))

a/n: hey! im so glad you liked my hcs <3 hope you like this, i don’t have Kaz's ability to think up elaborate heists lol,, and i kinda hate it but whatever!

warnings: guns, gun wounds, cursing, heist stuff

you’re all going over the plans in kaz’s office, huddled around a table

jesper has his hand on the small of your back as you all talk

you can literally feel his worry growing as kaz gives you your role

kaz dismisses everyone to prep on their own, to meet back in ten minutes

jesper follows you to your room like a puppy

he pretends to stay quiet, watching you get your things in order

bouncing in his seat like always

but worse

you can’t take his silent anxiety anymore, its making you anxious in turn

“what is it jesper?”

he jumps to your side

“okay so what if, hypothetically, you didn't do this job and, let's say, you kept your pretty little ass right here and when i get back i’ll take you to get waffles to celebrate all of your beautiful sitting here and not heisting”

he says it all in one breath

you give him the blankest face

he gives you a sheepish smile back

“fuck the ‘jesper if you don’t shut up right now i’ll ask to borrow inej’s knives’ face, okay okay sorry babe, no need to say anything else.”

you go back to preparing as he walks back to the door

“just be careful okay?” he whispers before slipping out

as you’re standing as a lookout, you're shaking with anticipation for some action

you think over jes’s behaviour

you know that he knows you can take care of yourself

he’s seen you knock a man out in under two seconds for crying out loud

and as much as his protective nature makes you want to throttle him, it was

refreshing

yeah, you decide. definitely refreshing

sweet even

jes and his sweet protectiveness

suddenly the target comes into your line of vision

you give inej, who’s on the roof opposite of yours, the signal

you don’t wait for her confirmation before jumping down, directly behind the target

right as you go to knock him down, a hand clamps over your mouth, pushing you towards a heavy body

the target, turns around with a wicked grin

you wiggle as you watch the target walk closer

you should have waited for inej’s confirmation, you stupidly realize

fuck, you need a plan

but you can’t move, a death grip holding you still

the target smirks, a few feet away from you, “aw look like i’ve got the sharpshooters little pet”

oh hell no

you're seething with anger

you really need some kind of distraction

suddenly, the man in front of you doubles over

blood gushing from his shoulder

the ringing of a shot fired plays all around

before you lose your chance, you use your captor's shock and kick back into his knee, wrenching free from his grasp

suddenly inej is at your side, materialized from the shadows

“someone was a little impatient to wait for the signal” she teases

“sorry” you chuckle as you grab give your captor a swift kick to the groin and then one more to the head, effectively knocking him out

you turn, seeing kaz using his cane to knock out the target with a bullet wound in his shoulder

he turns to you and gives a small shake of his head

disappointment

it stings, kaz’s approval means everything to all the dregs

it means a lot to you

but before you can open your mouth to apologize and explain, a familiar sharpshooter comes into view

oh saints you’re never going to hear the end of this

“babe, what don’t you understand about being careful”

you shrug taking a couple steps in his direction after checking to make sure that the two men were either passed out subdued

“i guess all of your love for danger rubbed off on me”

a small smile plays on his lips

but his eyes are blown, worried and wide, like even the sight of your safe and unharmed figure in front of him can’t ease his worry

specht, another dregs member, comes from the road, dragging both the unconscious man and the bleeding target away

you smile at jesper

“jes, i’m okay it could have been a lot worse. but i’m okay. it won’t happen again”

he looks anywhere but at you

fidgeting with his guns

you smirk and kiss his cheek, “aw look at you all worried”

he shoves you away playfully

“me? i don’t worry. i am the definition of calm and collected”

inej behind you, chokes on her laugh

even kaz has a small smile, watching the exchange

you link your hand in jesper’s giving it a quick squeeze

“well jes it’s good you're not worried because clearly, i can take care of myself”

this earns you an eye roll and a quick poke in the stomach

“whatever babe. me and my babies saved your cute butt”

he’s referring to his pistoles, of course

inej groans, punching jesper in the arm

“please save your flirting for later i’m tired and hungry”

kaz taps his cane against inej’s leg, “and we can’t have the wraith hungry now can we?”

jesper throws his arm around your shoulder

“well i owe the lot of you waffles, promised my pet we’d celebrate” he jokes

this earns him a pinch in the arm, a kick to his legs, and a swift wack of a cane to his side

#jesper fahey #jesper fahey imagine #jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey headcanon #six of crows #shadow and bone #grisha #Grishaverse #kaz brekker #the dregs #inej gahfa #kanej #jesper fahey hc

603 notes · View notes

swtki · 3 years

Text

HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons

Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.

A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.

WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL

Draco

So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.

And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.

Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.

Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig

You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?

Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?

But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.

“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”

“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!

Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.

He eventually gets it done tho.

And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.

Harry

So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.

You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.

Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.

So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.

That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.

“Harry..I’m late.”

“Late for what?” headass.

You: 😳😐

Him: 👁👁😲😲

He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.

“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“

“Love...Its going to be perfect”

Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.

And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.

Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE

But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.

Ron

Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.

He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.

So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.

It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.

And of course Molly knows

Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.

She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.

“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”

You’re just standing there like🧍🏻

“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.

“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”

Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.

The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.

That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.

“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.

“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”

“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”

He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.

So you get up and go to Ginny.

“Gin, I broke him.”

“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”

“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”

You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.

Ginny was right, he needed a minute.

“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”

“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”

“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.

Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.

Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.

Even if it looks like a death trap.

“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”

You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.

To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.

Scary. But beautiful.

He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.

Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.

Neville

Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.

You think about it, then move on with your day.

Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”

Romance Neville bf

“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”

“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT

But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.

Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.

“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”

“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”

“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“

He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.

Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.

“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”

“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”

He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.

You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.

Fred

You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.

Well...your body decided not to wait.

A test provides the two lines, another wild child.

The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.

I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.

But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.

“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”

Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐

He’s happy tho.

Like over the fuckin moon.

He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺

He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.

But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.

He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.

Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.

Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)

George

You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.

Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.

You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.

But to your surprise he starts to smile.

“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”

“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.

You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.

Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.

He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.

He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.

“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”

“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”

He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“

He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.

You come back to a new set up including a cot.

Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭

He freaks when your water breaks lol

ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.

He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.

You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.

“George I’d like to hold-“

“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”

Hogging the child.

Cedric

Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.

And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.

However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.

A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??

So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.

Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.

Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.

You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.

As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.

“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”

“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.

Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.

“Ced, where are we?”

“Home.”

Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.

He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.

“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”

Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.

He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.

He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.

He updates you on everything.

If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.

I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.

Taglist: @truly-insatiable @amourtentiaa @imdoingathingmom @annasdani @anchoeritic @mullthingsoverinthehotwater @cedricsyellowscarf @faeinorbit

653 notes · View notes

witchlyboo · 3 years

Text

Definitely, maybe.

Part five: The one who belongs to someone else.

Introduction. Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four.

Paring: Latina!reader x Logan Lerman x Tom Holland x Ben Hardy x Timothee Chalamet x Pedro Pascal x Michael B. Jordan

Warnings: Swearing, angst, misspellings, some Spanish, me learning how to write properly, and NY stuff that I've learned from movies that we all agree to pretend are real.

Word count: 6.4 k

a/n: You been asking for smut, I know, I know, I just wanted to introduce you to all the boys first, and we're getting there, just one more ahead. Also, I'm working on a masterlist because we are getting too many parts already.

All body types and skin tones friendly. You can also enjoy it as a no Hispanic reader. Constructive feedback and misspellings correction is always welcome.

Red and blue lights flash the driving mirror.

—No, no, no, por favor que no sea a mi—You beg to the sky looking at the patrol that is asking you to park, or someone else, there's a lot of cars in this part of the city, there's a big chance is the panic who's controlling your senses.—Dios, mi abuela fue a la iglesia cada domingo de su vida y nunca te pidió nada, please let me have some of her divina recompensa.—But that's not how it works, you end up parking with just a few seconds to think what to say. There's a perfect explication of why you are driving a car that is not yours in the middle of the night and smelling like a minibar.

Then this ridiculous thought comes to your mind, you look expensive, you've never seen the daughter of a senator but you must be close to it, it would make you less of a feminist if you just use your attributes? Ugh, you feel sick just to think about it but don't have enough money to pay a fine, and the constant paranoia of being chased all the time as an immigrant will only get stronger.

You pull down your dress a little so your neckline can do its job but you regret it immediately, and you're pretty sure you look more like an expensive prostitute who stole the car of his lover than some influential men's daughter.

—License and registration.—You hear him say when he approaches your window. You don't like this but you have to play the dumb tourist, the pretty foreign girl that is too stupid to be dangerous, with the look you have tonight it shouldn't be hard. But damn you hate cops, any uniformed man that works for the government is your eternal enemy, and you don't know how long you could keep the nice dumb Latina game before spit on his face.

—There's something wrong, officer? ...You?!—Your sexy and fake high voice is ruined when you see the face of the man who stopped you. This night couldn't get worse.

—Wait, what happened with the party?—Evan interrupts you while you finish some notes for work, little remainders for later when you don't have an eleven years old kid running around you, he's not usually this energic and you have to blame yourself for that, you're describing a life of excess and eccentric fun, something you let behind so many years ago that your own son doesn't know even a bit of it.

—Ugh, a nightmare doesn't worth telling.—You remember vaguely most of it but what keeps fresh in your mind is bad enough to don't want to bring it back.

—But if Timothée is my dad I have to know the important things, including the bad stuff.—Sounds perfectly reasonable and that's what makes you groan at him. Sometimes you feel blessed that your kid is better than you in any possible way, and sometimes you want to kill his brain with video games and reality shows like the rest of the parents.

—Ok, cool, but I'll keep all the +18 content for myself, so this part of the story might be blurry for you.—It kinda is for you anyway.

You should’ve known this night was cursed, you had a feeling because a) your earring fell off at the same time Timothée texted you to give you the party address and say he can't pick you up. And b) he won’t pick you up. Your mother would say that’s reason enough to not go, a real gentleman wouldn’t make you go to an unknown place in the middle of the night on your own in a city like this. But you decide to ignore it because you are a modern woman and because it’s worth it. It better be.

The outfit must be something special. You always take your time to choose what to wear, even if just another regular day, and since this isn't the case you thought about it for hours, that made your mind busy enough to not thinking about Tom and the whole love confession. He texted you saying he'll come for you to go to class together on Monday, which is completely impractical because he's way closer than you but is progress and you're going to take it.

You wanted to ask for Sheep's opinion but you thought she might not care, has been a few days since she started acting strange like she's bothered just to see you breathe. You want to blame his boyfriend to take all her time and attention from you but is probably just her new job, she got a small role in a Netflix show, and even when you're so happy for her, that's the event that has changed her into someone completely different. But you give her time, stress can do bad things to people.

The winner is the exact copy you made of the black and white striped dress Cameron Diaz wore in "The Mask" beautiful, classy, and sexy enough without being too scandalous, not that you have any problem with that, but this isn't the occasion, you don't want to feel like you're being too much or too little, just enough, it's supposed to be easy, right? you were born for this. Just adding some big shiny earrings you got on a thrift shop that look like real diamonds and you're ready, not that you own any to compare. Red lipstick, dark eyes, and a messy bun to get that disinterested pitch every look needs.

Getting there wasn't a problem, you were in the rich part of the city, everyone know who, where and what just to brag about it. The excitement is growing with every second, you check your makeup like thirty times in the elevator and send texts to your mom just to let her know where you are, and because you have to share that moment with someone and you are limited of friends these days.

Timothée opens the door with red eyes, drunk, high, or somewhere in between, you know then you were right about the bad feeling. He jumps on you to kiss you and no matter how much you try to explain the delicacy of your lipstick, he does it anyway, leaving a taste of alcohol and shrimps in your mouth. Taking you by the waist he walks you to a group of people you don't know while you're trying harder to fix the red color of your mouth without a mirror.

—Here is the companion I bought, look at her, that's how five grand per hour look like.—They laughed but you were too disoriented to process all the things he said, it was supposed to be a joke? if it is, why isn't he correcting? Instead, his hand goes straight to your ass and presses it to get you closer to him.

—I'm actually an intern in the costume designer department of the new version of "Sense and Sensibility".—You wanted to mention your recent promotion to hairstylist and makeup artist but that might be too pretentious. Anyway, they don't seem to care what you are or not, in fact, they don't even see you, all eyes are on Timothée

—Oh, well, is easy to forget when you're paying them—All laughs again. Who is this person? Who are all these people, actually? You recognize some influencers, a few cast members but there's no sign of the director, other main actors, not even his co-star. You feel like an extra in a movie where someone will be killed in a luxury party, hopefully not you. You take his hand from your body and clear your throat.—I'm just joking my love, she looks stunning, isn't she? I’ll get you a drink.

He leaves and the group of people surrounding you suddenly dissipated like boiling water, you were on your own again and despite some judgmental gazes is like you’re not there, you’re sure you could just take your dress off and throw it to someone’s face and unless Tim says something about it, no one would care. You’re there as his companion, an ornament, and that’s not enough to earn their attention because it’s too obvious you’re the one in turn.

You walk to the only window no one is smoking and check your phone, you know, the thing you do when you pretend you have important issues to attend, but no, you end reading some old messages, pictures, texting your mom of how much fun you’re having at the party, and somehow you check your filed Facebook messages to find Logan’s name. You cover the screen so fast you hurt your nail, his name is enough to make you tremble like a Chihuahua, you haven’t talked to him since that night, you know from his sister he lives in the house he bought for you two and he’s having the happiest life without you. You want to believe that because that means you took the right decision but deep inside… no, you can’t be that person, you want him to be happier than ever.

You find the guts to open the message, and you read as slowly as is humanly possible. “My angel, I hope this finds you in perfect health…” Dios, just Logan could start a message like that, your smile is almost too big to fit in your face so you bit your nail to cover it a little. “I recently found one of the human body drawings you made for me to study, you’ll be happy to know…”

—That’s a fucking long-ass message.—Tim appears behind you and takes your phone from your hand, spilling some of his drink on your dress in the process. Apparently, he's been there long enough to read part of the message.

—Give it back.—You command in the most severe voice you have, your magical moment got ruined and you remember the hole of hell you are.

—"My angel, I hope this finds you in perfect health. I recently found one of the human body drawings you made for me to study, you must know I still use them now and then"—Timothée starts reading the message, and even when no one is close enough to hear it and you don’t really care about this people’s opinion, that’s not for anyone to read, that’s one of the few parts of your life you treasure the most and you’re not ready to get over it.—You little slut, are you cheating on me with a med student?

—Give it to me.—You repeat trying to take the phone from his hand but he’s faster and walks away putting it out of your reach.

—"I meticulously preserve them, I certainly know any piece of art made by you will be priceless in the near future"—You don’t want to hear it coming from his drunk mocking voice, so you try to ignore what he’s saying and put more effort on chasing the phone.—Should I had kept the jeans where you left the wet spot on? I didn’t know you were an artist, my love.

—Timothée, por el amor de Dios.—Now you're trying to climb him, it wouldn't be that hard to take him down, he's skinny and you're fierce. That's what you thought but he's not moving even with you are on top of his shoulder and his opposite long arm keeps the phone away from you.

—Who is this guy and why is he talking to my girl like this?—You see the olive eyes getting darker and the tone of his voice went deeper than you thought he could do. You desist from taking the phone, you know the bullies love the attention, maybe that's exactly what he wants and give it to him just makes it worse.

—I'm not your girl.—You claim fixing up your dress having enough of games, and you have no reason to keep worrying about losing your job, the filming is done, and apparently your relationship with him too. You don't care about any of that anymore, just want to read Logan's text.

Even behind all the alcohol and the eyes injected in blood thanks for who knows what kind of drug, you can see the disappointment and anger, but it's not a broken heart, Is the hissy fit of a child that loses his balloon and now everyone will pay for it, especially you.

—Are you sure about that?—You can see him swallow hard, almost looking vulnerable, but his voice is defiant and threatening to prove you wrong. He just has to stretch out his arm to reach the open window with your phone in hand, his intentions are clear and the only thing you can do is raise your hands as a reflex.—You were mine the moment you put a foot on my trailer, and I don't fucking share my stuff.—Before you can say a word he drops the phone from the fourth floor.

You know is senseless but you find yourself running out of the party and going to search the device, using it also as an excuse to get away from that place. This is the first time someone makes you feel meaningless, you know the famous' world is cold and lacking in empathy but this is ridiculous, they're a bunch of parasites fed by attention and power. By Timothée.

The screen is crashed and the rest of it is probably beyond repair, not that you're surprised, its life is longer than you've been in the country and you admit you should have replaced it much earlier but you're not the kind to throw away things that still work. However, is not the phone you are worried about, not as much as what it contains.

—That was obsolete anyway, I'll get you a better one.—You didn't know he was following you, his voice interrupts your self-wailing. He sounds calmer and a little embarrassed, but not enough to say sorry, you don't think he's capable of saying it.

You shake your head and start to walk away without a word, you don't want anything from him, not materially, at least.

—Don't make a scandal out of it, it's just a phone!—He yells erasing any trace of regret in his voice. He doesn't see the reaction he expected and that's when he runs after you and with a hand on your upper arm pulls you back, you gasped for the sudden bluntness.—That annoying habit you have of leaving when I'm talking to you.

You push him away with all the strength you have, which resulted in him almost falling on the ground.

—I don't care about the stupid phone!—You finally break, but sadly is not as satisfactory as you thought it would be.—You are mean, vain, arrogant and the worst part is that you enjoy being this despicable human because you have absolutely no consequences to it. Everyone around you just accepts it and I feel so sorry for you because the only possible way for you to fill the void inside is to be surrounded by that crowd of mules licking your steps—To your surprise, he has nothing to say, he's just standing there with no facial expression, whatever he feels is easily covered by his years of experience acting, even drunk.—I can't give you that and it's obvious they don't want me either. What am I even doing here?—You ask yourself thinking where would be the best way of getting a cab, is a rich zone, must be easy.

—Everything is better when you're around—His voice is thin and fragile, you have to process what he said three times in your head to understand his words. You're not willing to look at him yet.—You're not like the others.

—Pure bullshit. You love to repeat that misogynist discourse of girls being in a certain way because is easier than be responsible for the people you choose to be—You were hugging yourself the whole time, is a cold night, but not enough to be bothersome, you enjoy Fall weather—You got me for a moment, I give you that, you fooled me but I'm too tired of guessing what version of you is real—When you return your gaze at him, he doesn't try to hide the guilt anymore, but there's still haughtiness in there.—Now, if you don't mind Mr. Chalamet, I need to get a cab.

—No, you came with me, you leave with me.—There's no trace of alcohol in his voice anymore, a good scolding is enough to put you sober, you know that thanks to your mom. Oh god, you're becoming her.

—You didn't bring me here, gigantic head—You look at him and put your hand in front of him with the palm up. He stares at it for several seconds before put his own on it—Not that!—You shake it and start looking inside his jeans pockets until you feel the metal of his key car.—You can't drive and I have to get home. You'll find it in the studio tomorrow.

That's how you ended with a car way more luxurious than you expected, driving so slowly and carefully that the police stopped you. What a night, but at this point, you couldn't care less about anything that is not that message, is been months and you can't get over it, over him. Not even Ben moans, Tom's comforting arms, or fight with a movie star at 3:00 am. is enough to get him out of your mind.

—So is true, you don't wear anything that hasn't appeared in a movie, huh?—Michael B. Jordan is leaning on the car window with a mocking smile and a sparkle of satisfaction that you would love to punch but his uniform keeps you in line, where you come from police is not equal to justice, most of the times is oppression.

—You know where it's from?—That was kind of comforting, no one at the party noticed. Not that you care.

—Is The Mask, not some Adam Hitchcock's blurb.—He smiles and even when you really don't like him, it's nice to be with a familiar face, you are really tired of running away, scaping for problems that are a result of your null capacity to deal with emotions. Ugh, what a word.

—Is Alfred Hitchcock, actually.—You didn't want to sound priggish, but you correct him with no time to stop yourself, an old habit.

—You got me, smarty, you know more than movies than me. Where did you get this car?—You feel really nervous even when you got this legally, you have your documents and license on time and he's being nice enough to not want to run away in a car that you technically borrowed for yourself.

—It's not mine.—No shit, Sherlock.

—No shit, Sherlock, I was asking where did you steal it.—You wanted to laugh but there's something with the uniform that just doesn't allow you to be yourself.—Are you drunk?

—No, no, fuck, no, it's just, I don't feel comfortable with cops—He raises his eyebrows but that is his only reaction.—Listen, is my boss' car, I'm doing the favor to take it to the studio, and I'm really nervous because is fucking expensive, he's an asshole, I haven't drive un almost a year because you people only use cars if you're rich or your work and lives depend on it. I'm starving.—The last part came out of nowhere, you haven't eaten anything in almost 13 hours, maybe that's the actual reason why you are that moody.

He doesn't answer right away, takes his time to look at you, what makes you blush, he's really close, closer than he's ever been. Does he smell like green apples? Not the actual apples, the artificial smell they had given to them.

—Get out of the car.—Oh no, is he arresting you? Is he finally taking revenge for every time you make fun of his Hawaiian-type shirts? You know you have too much karma accumulated and a cop making you pay for it when you don’t believe in their sense of justice is kinda poetic, and evil.

You don’t want to discuss with someone with a taser, gun, pepper spray, or who knows what else. So you take your bag, the key car, and get off defeated.

—My turn is almost over, I’ll take you to eat something, c’mon.—He walks back to his patrol and you stay still for a few seconds still processing his words, you must look totally devastated for him to offer that. How you see it you have two options, go with him and spend an awkward hour with a person you don’t like or risk getting a fine, Tim can pay it, it’s not a big deal but you don’t want to owe him even the minimal thing.

You get in the car holding on to your bag to feel calmer, this is the first time you’re fully alone with him since you found him half-naked in your kitchen. Those defined abs may never leave your brain.

—Are you cold?—He interrupts your thoughts with his question, you didn’t notice you were shaking. He looks for something under his seat and gives you an NYPD hoodie, you hold it doubting your next move, is not like you don’t appreciate the gesture but it’d be easier to take if it doesn’t get that words printed—Is clean.—He says chuckling when he sees the way you’re looking at it.

—Is not that, just, you know, fuck the police, defund the NYPD, demilitarize the pigs and that stuff.—You say putting on the hoodie anyway, is a cold night and you won't help the institution wearing their propaganda.

—Yeah, I get it, but you can't change the system just from within.—You decide is not the right moment to have a political conversation so you shrug your shoulders and discreetly smell the hoodie, a mix of cologne, green apples, and cheap soap, you know is cheap because you buy the exact same, do its job.

—I'm in the mood for pizza.—You say casually, making a deal to yourself to try to be his friend, he is a small part of your life anyway.—Domino's is open at this time of the night?

—Tell me you're not consuming that shit, dear Lord, you been here for how long, two years? I can't believe your idea of a good pizza is Domino's. Stella hasn't taught you anything?—You're surprised by the level of condescension with a pizza and you mirror his smile, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Your school program includes people from all around the world so you don't have that much experience with actual new yorkers. Logan is rich, so he doesn't really count.

—What's wrong with Domino's? I don't buy much street food, is cheaper to buy things on the food market. Besides, all pizza is good.—The mention of Sheep makes you a little tense, so you don't say anything about it, is not a conversation to have with him.

—Don't blaspheme in the patrol, I just washed it—You laugh, finally, after a terrible weekend. You can see why she likes him, there is something about his voice, smile, and his eyes that feel... calm, like watching Friends after a marathon of Lord of the Rings.—There are rules to survive this city, and I'm surprised you have made it this far without a proper guide.

—Chill out Mr. Miyagi, I'm not from the jungle, and I've learned a lot by myself.—He gives you a lopsided grin as a request, and you put your fingers up ready to enlist your acquired knowledge.—Walk fast, like you're about to be stabbed, something that actually happened to me, with an umbrella—He nods and laughs being related to it.—Number two, no small talk, no one cares, even if they ask. Number three, if you look a stranger in the eye, especially a homeless person, you have essentially invited them to approach you.

—Number four, we never eat from Domino's, Papa John's, Pizza hut, or any other chain restaurant, only trucks and local places are allowed.—You roll your eyes but you get the point, is just, again, you're not much into street food, it doesn't taste like home and the only way to eat food like that is preparing it yourself.

—Fine, fuck capitalism, let's support local places—You make an obvious fake enthusiastic tone but he nods proudly.—Number five, you don't need a car to live here, not even know how to drive. I would have successfully avoided this police brutality if I had followed that rule.

—For someone who is about to eat for free, you whine too much.—He parks the car and gives you a sign to go with him. You see him go to a pizza truck and order, you realize at the moment how ridiculous you look, so before chasing him you let your hair down, take your huge earrings off, and roll up the skirt of your dress until your mid-thighs letting the hoodie cover the rest, and clean the red lipstick with a Kleenex from your bag. Now you look more like a college person and not a rich girl who just got seized.

—Here you go.—He says giving you a slice as big as your head, looks oily and spreading cheese everywhere. Perfect.

—Is it vegan?—You ask receiving the food with an obnoxious face. His kind grind turned into a dread expression and you give him your second laugh of the day.—I'm kidding.

You are about to give it a bite when you see passing next to you a huge rat with the exact same slice as yours in its mouth, running into the dark of the night happy to have obtained the food for its family. They use to scare you when you just moved out but now they're like any other pigeon in the sky.

—Rule... whatever, a rat with a slice of pizza is a symbol for good luck, congratulations.—He pets your head awkwardly, not sure if you're ok with the physical contact, which, surprisingly, you are.

—I see rats with bagels all the time.—Pizza and bagels, that's the main culinary wonders of the city, you like it, not much to object but is hard not to compare it with your home's food.

—Is easy to confuse a rough diamond with a simple rock.—You both eat in silence, enjoying the mixed sounds of the city and all the different smells, the whole situation feels like one of those lofi music videos. You remember thinking about moments like this before getting the scholarship, what would it be like to feel normal in the city of your dreams.

—How do you know that much about movies?—He asks after a few minutes when you take a break to drink something, that pizza is not easy to take.

—When I was a kid a spent much time on my own, so my dad bought me a used DVD reproducer, and at the corner of my neighborhood was this movie store where you could buy 5 pirate movies for one dollar. They were blurred, with a terrible sound, and most of the time with the wrong movie inside but they helped me to not feel lonely. Eventually, the store closed but I've watched everything in it by then—He gives you a warm smile, you never told that story to anyone, not because is too intimate to share, but because no one asked, it doesn't sound like a question with a complex answer.—Anyway, I watched Marie Antoinette when I was like eight, and I decided at that moment that however is done I wanted to be part of that magic.

—You hear all kind of people chasing dreams in this city but is hard to find someone who actually deserves it.—You blush and you cover it with your hair but the smile on your voice is impossible to hide.

—Is that a compliment? You must really want me to like you to date Sheep.—You laugh but you can see his face tense, so you can guess your friend has been busy breaking everyone’s hearts.

—She hasn’t returned my calls in three days so I don’t think there’s much you can do—You nod, all this time you thought he was the reason she is ignoring you but apparently you are both in the same boat.—But yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking, what I should have said is, Marie Antoinette at eight? I can see where all the damage started.

You gasp and throw your napkin at his head, he easily catches it without even looking at it and laughs; that was unexpectedly attractive.

—Why a cop?—You ask, not sure where that question came from, maybe you authentically want to know more about him, he just bought you food, and honestly, that's the easiest way to win your trust.

—I wanted to be an actor when I was a child. This is the city of opportunities so you may think that if you want to chase the big wonder, this is the perfect place to do it. But I grow up surrounded by these people giving their entire lives to get something just given to one in a million so I decided is not worth it. For many years I wondered what I wanted to do with my life and the answer was really clear, my dad was a cop, a good one, or that’s what people say. I don’t remember much because he died when I was seven—Conversations about death are not your strength, everything can turn out uncomfortable if you choose the wrong words.—It might not be that glamorous but if my father died for it, it surely worth it.

—For the good ones.—You raise your almost empty can of Coke and he does the same with a grin that warms the cold weather of the night.

—For the good ones.

The next two hours passed like minutes talking about anything and everything. It just felt right to talk freely with him, you didn’t feel judged for your awkward family moments or your random thoughts, not even once because he told you his too. At some point of the night he borrowed you his gym sweatpants, any of you could just suggest going home but that was off the table, end that peace just for weather reasons would have been a tragedy.

—I read Timothée Chalamet is a dick. Is that true?—The mention of his name remains you of your life and everything that comes with it, including the middle semester project that you must dedicate your entire day, one that is about to start.—What, you can’t talk about it?

—He is a complete dick with no sense of privacy or human decency—And when he interrupts a deep kiss to look at your eyes, smile, and caress your chin, you feel like a character of his Victorian movies. But he didn’t ask that.—But the next week he’ll be no longer my problem.

—That’s why we have rule twenty-three, don’t ask for a picture of a celebrity unless they are local—You have heard about it before but you haven’t got the opportunity to decide if you like that rule because the only celebrities you have seen are from work and that club’s party opening.—That means you’ll be free to go to the Stephen Kings’ movie projection there will be for Halloween.

You don’t know if that was a proposition, a suggestion, or just a simple recommendation, and whatever it is, you noticed he was nervous to ask. Is it wrong? It feels wrong like you were betraying your friend accepting to hang out with his boyfriend without her consent. But he didn’t ask you to go with him so is safe to answer.

—Yeah, I guess—You get a moment, four seconds top, where you shared innocent, curious, and tenting gazes like three graders in the playground. And that’s the further you will allow yourself to go.—We better leave, if the sunlight touch me I’ll turn into dust.

You get off the car hood and go to the side door, but this time he opens it for you. You give him a “seriously?” Look, receiving a little push in your arm as a response.

↬☀︎︎

A distant voice asks you to wake up, softly whispers that turn into caresses on your cheek, your eyes feel so heavy, even when you are well aware of your environment your eyelids keep closed.

—Good morning, Princess—This is the first time Tom calls you that way, the change from silly nicknames to Princess is enough to get you out of hibernation. He is squatting beside your bed, his smile is the promise of a better day, and chasing that idea you give him one small back.—Your mom has been texting me desperately all day, she said you're not answering her calls and is worried.

—Fuck, my phone broke last night, can I call her from yours?—That’s an oversimplification but in the search for a better story, that's what you decide to believe and tell. Tom nods and gives it to you, he looks happy, beyond that, this is the first time you see that subtle blush on his cheeks and the eyes sparkling. You sit on the bed next to his body looking for your mom's number, slowly he moves between your legs, you have shorts and an oversized Back To The Future t-shirt, you got took the time to prepare yourself to bed last night and keep Michael’s clothes inside your closet to wash them, like The Tell-Tale Heart, a little innocent secret who feels dirty somehow

The conversations with your mom are always long, nostalgic and the tears are hard to hold for both parts; after a long life sharing almost every day with her, her absence never feels smaller. But this time is different, Tom is exploring the bare skin under your knee with his warm hands, asking for permission with curious eyes, and when you don’t object to the touch the British boy keeps his exploring mission cautiously, giving special attention to see your eyes in case something change. Is time to hang up when he gives a long and loving kiss to your knee, the less erotic kiss you could think of but so intimate to bristle your skin.

—Not nice to touch someone's daughter when is talking to her mom.—The protest of your voice loses strength at every word, he heard that and just straight his back to reach your face, the gap is almost extinct.

—We're okay, she likes me.—He assures holding your hips and pulling you a bit to him. Tom looks very comfortable with the new closeness authorization, you like it but are not very sure about it yet, most of you still think of him as your best friend.

—Did she tell you that? Are you talking with my mom behind my back?—You laugh when he does, almost like nothing changed.

—She adores me, I swear, I'm invited to Christmas, you know?—You're not surprised, she invites everyone, Logan was too but the first time he got family plans and didn't make it to the second.

—You should go, maybe we can do...—His lips touch yours in a peak at the middle phrase and makes you forget what you were about to say.—Man, the audacity to interrupt...—Then he kisses you again, deeply, using his tongue to taste your inner lip and his hands holding your shirt in fists. That's a twist of events.

—Is that ok?—You hear a weak whisper coming out of his voice but you got so mesmerized on his lips that decided to ignore it and kiss him back instead. He responds to your touch and starts to lean over you to make you lay on the bed.

Jesucristo bendito, is this happening? like, actually happening? you must look like trash, you barely took all the makeup from the night before and didn't take a shower, you start to get so worried about smells, feelings, and what that'll mean to your already too much-spoiled friendship.

However, the time of doubts is done when Sheep starts yelling in the living room, you both reacted running to the sound and looking for your blonde friend. Michael is there but doesn't look like the same as a few hours ago, is annoyed and tired for the lack of sleep, a look that doesn't match him at all.—What did you do?—You ask him fast assuming she's mad for something he did.

—Just in time, the star of the movie, I was wondering how much it will take you to be the protagonist of this.—That is Sheep's voice talking about you and what must be your heart breaking from her words.

—Excuse me?—You wish your tone would be less savage but you can't help respond the same way she did.

—Logan wasn't enough, then you got the drummer, fucking Timothée Chalamet, Tom and now my boyfriend. I'm so glad I didn't leave you alone with my dad or I'd be calling you mom now.—You have no words to that, Michael doesn't even dare to look at you, he must have told her something she misunderstood, but Sheep, or well, Stella is saying things she actually thinks and keep to herself. Tom walks in front of you whispering things to her to calm her down but she is not looking at him, you didn't tell her anything about Tom either so he's taking responsibility this time.—Go ahead and fuck the whole city, Michael if that please you but you're crossing the line with Tom and you know that, you're going to ruin him as you ruin every man that enters in your life.—She has a very you moment having the last word of the dispute and getting out of the apartment with Michael going after her but not putting much effort in it.

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Taglist:

@eridanuswave @cjand10 @deluxeplanteater @rorodendra @navs-bhat @coxxxxxpi @leviosatothestars

Thanks for all the love and support, if you have opinions, suggestions, or want to be part of the tag list (Or don’t want to be part anymore) let me know, I appreciate every message.

#ben hardy imagine #michael b jordan fc #tom holland x reader #timothee chalamet fanfiction #pedro pascal #logan lerman fc #definitely maybe #fluff #angst #timothee chalamet #Tom Holland #Ben Hardy

111 notes · View notes