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The Bear Flag picked from Crab!
Requested by Anon
Just imagine Ethan as a Dad that would be just *chefs kiss* 💋
I imagine his 4 year old kiddo running up to him with a "drawing" thats just scribbles on a page for the 7th time today. Ethan is sitting at his computer, trying to produce music, but he's also hellbent on encouraging his child's creativity, regardless of how it tests his patience.
So when he hears the high pitched screech of "Papà, papà, look what I made!" Of course the child bursts into the room without knocking and interrupts him mid-thought.
"Ah, okay. One moment," he'd placate while halfway lost in rhythm. (I can so clearly hear those words in his tone of voice.) His kid has at least learned to wait for this. Of course they're also vibrating with excitement, next to some very expensive, very breakable equipment. Ethan can't really focus while worried that his child is going to trip over a bass drum petal and take the skin of their entire shin. This was supposed to be dad's special room, where only grownups were allowed, but he'd broken that rule before the little ones could even talk by showing them his music.
"Aright, what do we have?" His hands would land on his thighs as punctuation while Ethan turned his chair and refocused attention.
"I made a present for you!" Cue piece of notebook paper with a bunch of red and green lines thrust into Ethan's hands.
"Oh, wow. A Christmas tree in May!" He'd act excited and his kiddo would know not to be put off by his almost monotone way of speaking. Thats just how papà talks.
"No, papà its a crab! Don't you see it?" Ethan couldn't bear the disappointed expression that children make when adults don't understand their drawings. He would tilt his head to the side and pretend to have a revelation.
"Oh, now I do! Of course I can see right here" gestures vaguely to a part of the page. "It is clearly a crab, yes."
"That's its leg."
"And how many legs do crabs have?" Ethan gets up and grabs the tape he keeps in the desk drawer expressly for this purpose. He hangs the paper on the one wall that isn't soundproofed next to many other drawings. A composite of his favorites would become the cover art of a future album.
"Six!"
"Almost..." he coaxes, encouraging.
"Um, eight. Like a spider. A sea spider!"
"A sea spider?" he'd repeat, using his most theatrical voice. Ethan would lift his little one off the ground with an exaggerated groan, making them burst into giggles.
"How many claws?"
"Two! Thats easy."
"Alright, do you know if mamma or dad are home, yet, my little marine biologist?" The Torchio household nanny would be waiting right outside the door, ready to take the kid from Ethan's arms. He had made it clear that the children were allowed to interrupt him to give him their art.
"Your mamma just pulled into the driveway." Their nanny would speak directly to the little one, as per request of Ethan and his partners. He wanted his children to be treated like equals, talked to not over. Upon hearing their mamma come through the door the child would wiggle around until set on the ground so they could go running through the house, squealing. Ethan doesn't bother reminding them to knock for the 7th time today.
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[bennett x reader]
author’s note: lil fic for bestest boy benny inspired by the song by nct dream and the summer season :’)
word count: 3,600
y'all need to start a word world fandom. you heard me right. that show on pbs kids with the funny word friends?? fandom. now. the characters are amazing, and you will see why if you continue reading.
ok first we got sheep! who is an absolute girlboss!! I headcanon her to be a fem genderfluid, panromantic sweetheart!! her voice is iconic and she's basically my fave character like please show her more love. we would be best friends irl!! she likes dressing up/acting and singing! sometimes she's forgetful but she's always there to help! she/they/he
pig and ant 😈now. I don't think they're gay. BUT this is the perfect chance for a queer platonic relationship!! They are best buddies through and through and they're just lovely! I headcanon pig to be bigender only because my younger self thought he was a girl for the longest time?? so now he's both!! ant is cisgender gnc male because idk the vibes ig?? pig is giving me some heavy biromantic vibes and ant actually gives me demi/biromantic vibes?? anyways I love them and their relationship. pig is sometimes a bit too hungry, but he cares for his friends! he's an amazing chef who always has his bestie, ant, to help him not eat everything. ant is a tiny guy with tons of cousins who can be unable to do things at times due to being so small, but pig reminds him that there's always a way and even if there isnt, they can still have fun! pig is she/he and ant is he/they/it/she
next for frog and duck hehe. frog is obviously duck's older brother figure I mean it's so obvious and I fucking love them?? I like how frog clearly shows what it's like to have anxiety?? like what?? its a bit exaggerated but cmon its like a preschool show!! id say they did an alright job! He can get frustrated with duck at times but they always find a solution together!! frog loves to invent things and he's really smart!! which pairs up nicely with duck, who isn't on the same level as frog quite yet and is much more immature (due to being younger ofc) . frog is OBVIOUSLY trans masc enby, demi/biromantic ace. and duck is probably cis boy aro/ace (i mean he's literally like 4 or smth lol) frog is he/they and duck is he/they/it
bear is probably gnc transfem and AA i love her. I like how they allow her to embrace femininity but still be interested in things that are less gendered? Like she still loves playing a princess, wearing bows and stuff but she also loves skateboarding, painting and I think basketball?? love that girl. probably in a qpr with sheep but it's been so long since I've watched the show tbh i just don't know. anyways she/they/ and probably some neos?? i don't know many neos so I couldn't say for sure but she def uses neos. she lesbian and we all know it
dog is a dog, he's also god since I believe he created word world. (first character in theme song where the world was created, biggest house) I KNOW IT"S CRINGE to have these headcanons about a preschool show but it's a big comfort show for meeeee. dog cannot talk like other word friends but ppl still understand him(most of the time)! I think that's cool. he has a fucking LETTER/BALLPIT IN HIS HOUSE HE'S SO COOL!! and um he/it and idk about romantic/sexual attraction and i also dont care he's a fucking dog lol.
most other characters in the show arent seen as often so ill just do quick stuff
elephant genderfluid woman lover she/he
kangaroo bigender only he/him tho men lover
robot agender he/it/they ace/aro (yooo the AAA)
monkey masc enby he/they/it/banana neos ig biromantic
crab is jamaican. end of story
shark is same as duck.
ok enough of this if this doesnt somehow start a word world fandom I'm gonna send threats to sheep and you'll never find her letters.
I've never celebrated Father's Day so I like writing good bonds like this okay?
😤 This is one of four paternal-centric oneshots I have planned. Based off of the picture we got today. Here. 💙💢
Interrupted {Jason Todd x Reader}
warnings~ cursing, mostly fluffy i think
request~ Jason reluctantly goes with his wife to her high school reunion, They see her old friends and have the unfortunate chance of running into her cheating ex and the mean girl he cheated on her with. They try to start shit with the reader who just takes it in stride before thanking them. But she's not living in the past anymore and introduces them to Jason much to the bully couple's jealousy.
a/n~ i ended up having a whole lot of fun with this one, but of course encountered some awkward moments during it. i think it goes pretty smoothly, but there are some bumpy parts that im sure youll notice. i hope you guys like it :)
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“I just know that this is gonna be great,” you murmured while leaning over the counter to get near to the mirror so you could get a closer look at your lipstick application.
Jason let out a quiet groan as he buttoned his shirt, “I’m going for the food. You know that, right?”
“Yeah baby, I know,” You shut the tube of lipstick and turned to your husband, who was rolling up the sleeves of his button up. “You should wear these shirts more often, you look adorable.”
“Adorable? I was hoping for something along the lines of sexy,” Jason mocked, “maybe dashing? Absolutely fetching?”
You ignored his complaining and fixed his tie for him. “I need you to be serious tonight...or at least a little serious,” you focused on pulling the tie through the hoop, “I really want this to go well.”
“Can you believe it’s been ten years since you graduated? Feelin’ old yet?” Jason teased while watching you fasten his tie.
“Don’t you start,” you lightheartedly threatened him, “You’re a year older, anyways.”
“I know you are but what am I?”
“You’re a moron,” you rolled your eyes.
“I know you ar-”
“Quit that, you man-child!”
“Fine,” Jason stepped back and admired you, “You’re looking sexy tonight.”
You blushed, “Than-”
“For an oldie,” Jason teased again, “Sorry. Okay. I promise. I’m done now.”
“Can we go now, or are there any other jokes you wanna make?”
Jason considered quips for a moment, looking thoughtful. “No, I’m pretty sure I’m done.” You sighed in relief and began walking out the door. “Don’t forget your walker, babe,” Jason called out while watching you leave.
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The banquet hall of the upscale Gotham hotel was filled with hundreds of familiar faces. You graduated from Gotham City High School, so your class had about 1,000 students or so due to how overpopulated the city is. Why? You could never figure it out. Why is Gotham so populated when there is a new psychopathic murderer every other week? A man dressed in a batsuit defending the city? A running theme of poison being dropped from blimps flying over? Who knows. Maybe it’s the charm.
Jason never had the chance to graduate, because, well, he died. You were worried that he’d be uncomfortable at the reunion, him being reminded of things he missed out on. But you were also hopeful that this would give him the chance to experience things he never got to. Now here you stood, watching your husband down 3 crab cakes all at once. There was nothing you could do other than stand there and stare in disbelief; not at his immaturity, but at the size his throat must be to be able to eat so much at once. “Huh,” you wondered aloud.
Leaving your husband at the buffet, you wandered off to the center of socialization in the room hoping to find some old friends. You met with some old buddies, sharing information about your lives nowadays. The most interesting part of the reunion thus far was the people who seemed to be background characters in highschool; npc’s. It was amazing to see people you disregarded along the way without trying to; whether it was the girl who sat behind you in biology or the guy you’d make awkward eye contact with in the halls every now and then, you’d forgotten that they were living people, too. Now the boy who swallowed an eraser back in sophomore year was a doctor. The girl who got bullied for being a nerd was a renowned writer. Straying away towards the walls, watching people interact, you stood with a glass of soda in deep thoughts.
Until you got interrupted.
“Y/n? Is that really you?” an obnoxiously high voice approached you. Turning, you saw the most dreadful glimpse of the night; your ex-boyfriend, Blake, and on his right arm, the girl he cheated on you with in senior year, Kennedy. You could already feel yourself turning nauseous from the sight.
“Wow! It is her!” Blake jeered.
“Hey,” you tried to say pleasantly, but it came out as more of a cry for help.
“I saw you standing over here all alone, staring at everyone having all this fun- I figured you needed some company!” Kennedy taunted in her grating voice.
“Actually, I-”
“No need to explain yourself, snookie bear,” Blake smirked. You could feel your back tense at the pet name he used to call you even though you told him how much you hated it. “We just wanted to tell you that Kennedy and I,” Blake squeezed his partners waist, “Are getting married next weekend in Bel-Air!” Kennedy squealed and held out her hand, displaying her big diamond ring.
“Um, congratulations guys. That’s great. I didn’t expect either of you to last this long. As a matter of fact, I thought I heard that the two of you broke up a few years ago,” You smiled at them, mockingly. There were rumours that he had cheated on her with her sister.
“We moved past that,” Kennedy’s smile faded, “Now we are happy together. That’s all that matters.”
“Hey, three’s company,” You shrugged and took a sip of your soda, “I have to g-” You were interrupted by an arm slipping around your waist, and the sudden appearance of a body emerging next to you. Jason. You looked back to the distasteful couple in front of you, and there was nothing you wished for more in that moment than a camera. Jason towered over Blake, and even Kennedy, who was in heels. He casted a shadow over their boastful attitudes, too.
“Hi,” Jason waved at them.
“Who’s this?” Blake’s demeanor changed immediately.
“This is my husband, Jason. Jason, this is Blake and Kennedy,” you introduced everybody to each other. Jason must have remembered their names from your stories, because his face dropped the moment you said them.
Blake sheepishly held out his hand towards Jason, who seemed to contemplate accepting it or not. He did though, and he certainly asserted his dominance by clutching Blake’s hand so hard that you could hear something crack. He finally let go, and Blake softly whimpered and held his hand, clearly in pain.
His fiance ignored him, though. “Why, I didn’t realize you were married,” Kennedy held out her right hand, putting her left one, with the ring, behind her back. Jason graciously accepted the handshake, “Nice to meet you. I like your eyes, the blue really stands out.” Kennedy blushed at the compliment and flashed a smile. “The shade of them doesn’t help you look any less dead inside, though,” Jason quipped and let go of her hand.
“My husband and I have to go now,” you broke the awkward silence, “It’s been so great seeing the two of you again. I hope you find happiness with your new wife- and her sister.”
You held onto Jason’s arm and walked away. “Do you wanna dance?” Jason asked, trying to ease your apprehension.
“Not really, I just wanna go home now,” You shrugged.
“Fair enough,” Jason said before stopping at the buffet table again, stuffing some hors d’oeuvres into his pants pockets.
“You can’t possibly be serious,” you shook your head and smiled at his foolishness.
“One thing I learned on the streets is that you always take free food no matter what. I’m not passing up these fancy ass snacks.”
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Later on, you sat on the couch with Jason while watching television. He pulled shrimp out of his pocket and munched on it unwittingly. Earlier he offered you a fancy cheese from his left pocket, but you declined.
Now you were just bummed out that the reunion ended up being a letdown, and Jason took notice. He just wasn’t sure how to go about making you feel better other than offering you pocket cheese.
You laid and admired his features as he ate another shrimp, and then watched as his eyes flickered. You knew that face. He had an idea. He grabbed the remote and turned the T.V. to one of those strange music channels that played romantic piano. Then, he got up and held his hand out to you, “May I have this dance?” he bowed to you.
“Huh?”
“Just go with it,” he exhaled.
“Okay,” you took his hand and he pulled you up.
He awkwardly rested one hand on the small of your back and held the other one out dramatically, like a ballroom dancer. “Trust me, I’m a professional,” he beamed.
The two of you did a dreadful ballroom dance in the middle of the living room, in your pajamas. It was so much better than the reunion had been. All that was there were things of the past, but all that matters now is fooling around with the guy you love to the sound of uncopyrighted music on the T.V.
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Saitofest 2020: Stars
For @saitofest Day 1 Prompt: Fond Memories Note: image courtesy of @impracticaldemon (thanks for organizing the event also!)
Stars
It is well after dark when Saitō returns from his patrol, and the night is briskly cold, his exhales leaving his mouth in little puffs of smoke.
It’s unusually quiet in the Shinsengumi compound; many of the Wolves of Mibu are gone, either on patrol or off to Shimabara to prowl for a different sort of prey. Others are likely asleep. Even they seem to be abnormally inactive tonight.
He can sense the few members still awake who’ve been tasked with patrolling the compound itself, but as they’re on the periphery, they don’t break the illusion of almost peaceful stillness—something the Shinsengumi’s residence doesn’t typically have.
I was listening to my rainy day playlist and when this came out, I kinda pictured your Harvey playing this on piano for the farmer Flax. Not singing, cause it has the L word in the lyrics and he can't say it yet. But even if he can't say it, I think its lyrics suits him and his feelings quite well:) (tumblr won't let me put a link in here, but it's "The way you look tonight", Tony Bennett version)
This is very sweet and also calls for a minific.
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“You’re sure this is alright?”
Emily flaps a hand at him. “Of course it’s alright. Besides, as far as I know the only other person in town who has a piano is Elliot, and sweet as he may be when you can actually get his attention, I really doubt he’d warm to this idea of someone sat in his living room tickling his ivories.”
She offers a smile as she swipes a rag over the top of the old upright in the corner of the bar, kicking up a little dust.
“Besides,” she adds, fanning the air in front of her, “Gus clearly isn’t using it.”
Harvey chews his lip, lifting the lid. “Any idea when it was last tuned?”
“Hm. Not that long. Four months? Five, maybe? Though I expect that’s just about the last time anybody’s laid hands on this poor girl.”
Tentatively, Harvey finds middle C, hoping for a clear note and not an off-tune warble. Or worse, a thunk. But the note rings out, pitch-perfect as far as his ears can tell, and he smiles a little.