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Top Shelf
Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
Jenna Ortega x fem!reader
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Summary: being the kid of a well-known book store owner was easy, so was running into famous people. But being book smart doesn’t make everyone people smart.
Warnings: my writing, language(bad words😯), my attempt at being funny, mention of gun shots and head shots, mentions of my favorite book(literally love Ruta Sepetys sm omg.
A/N: part 2? I am going to make you all suffer through the most oblivious slow burn. R if going to be so dumb/oblivious it’ll hurt you all🫶🏻
Word count - 3.6k
Credits: @novmoth (my friend from school who feeds into my delusions and gives me more ideas for this story🫶🏻)
(bare with me English is not my first language🥲 I’m getting help from my friend to edit it)
You were born to it.
The books. The films. The music and video games.
It was your life, literally. With your parents being owners of the infamous establishment called ‘top shelf’, you had no choice but to.
And you wouldn’t ever change.
Books upon books, movie after movie, games old and new and music that could last you weeks. Who would want to change such a life?
Your father was the first to start it.
He was poor man in Washington but had just enough money to buy it from the man who owned the small movie shop before he retired. He slowly started added book shelves and video games to the mix. Getting few customers but enough to survive day to day during the time of his early years
Your mother was a wealthy run away. Wanting something different and new in her life when she met your father. The man was playing on his game boy behind the counter before he saw her.
The poor boy and his run away wife, a classic really.
The rest after that is history.
As soon as they found out your mother was pregnant with you, they used the rest of her money they saved and went to New York where they bought the huge abandoned apartment complex.
They broke all the insides down and built what you now know as your second home. Hundreds of video games, films and music in one section and thousands of books in another.
Thus, Top Shelf was born only two weeks after you.
You met many friends there in the comfort section where students and business people worked as you all goofed off.
Your had also met your small friend group during your younger years, the four of you all never letting your father have the peace he wanted and dragging him all over New York.
With the thousands of books and hundreds of video games and films your parents sold, you had money. Lots of it.
But your mother made sure you never let that get the best of you, never. It went against everything she went for when she ran away.
She would make sure you would work for and earn everything you got, always.
She never let you have too much online activity, in case her family found you and made sure you were both street smart and book smart.
Your neighbors made sure you were street smart more than anything but you still gave her credit for trying.
Though, the book store was beautiful in every season. Winter was a favorite and when it was busiest. It was too your favorite.
Your father lighting the public fire place, your mother setting soft seasonal music, hell even the cheesy Christmas cartoons on the TV’s set the mood for the perfect bookstore vibe.
The lights dim just enough to where it almost felt like dark academy yet the plants that grew down the upstairs railing made the entire place feel more alive.
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“Bullshit!” You yell out as you throw your head back onto the head rest of your chair, groaning loudly as the photo sound of your death snapped in your ears.
“Man, he’s fucking using cheats!” Dru calls out through the mic before his name pops up above to yours in dark red on the screen as you respawn.
“Of course he is, he’s a pussy.” Mj says, as her name, too, pops up on the screen.
“Oh come on, guys!” Lyle says through his staticky mic. “You all just suck.” He laughs
“Now I know your cheating, dude. Your mic is acting up again, just like last time!” Dru says, the sound of his voice booming louder than needed and you roll my eyes.
“DD, just because you like to replay games without using cheats doesn’t mean the rest of us do.” Lyle says in a matter-of-fact tone.
“It’s multiplayer, stupid! It’s meant to be fair for everyone!” Dru says making you snort. “Says the guy who chases around little kids and steals their horses making them cry.” Mj says making Dru blow into his mic making loud, unnecessary noises.
“Quit that!” You say taking one head phone off your ear. “Tsk tsk tsk,” Lyle starts. “Such a sore loser.”
“I’ll show you sore loser, get on Elden ring and we’ll test your irritation.” Dru says, mic now muffled by his own spit.
“Your tank build is not enough to stop me, comet azur will always save the day.” He says in a sing-song voice.
“And you call me a try hard, yet you’re the one always using a broken spell.” Dru complains. “Theres nothing I have to try hard at when I can just hold a simple button.” The sound of Dru’s groans become louder as his spit clears out from his Mic. “Same thing!”
You laugh once again before picking up your phone and looking at the time.
“Shit!” Your eyes go wide at the sight, 8:48 AM.
You quickly throw the head set off and push yourself out of the chair, opening your closet grabbing a quick pair of jeans and a hoodie before rushing to put it all on.
Your cat skids across the floor, startled by your sudden movements before a crashing in the your pile of books and out the door.
“Shit, shit, shit,” you mumble as you jump up and down to put on your shoes, failing at not falling and race toward the door. “Sorry!” You call to your cat who yells at you next to his food bowl.
You grab your keys and rush out the door before slamming it shut and locking it.
“Ay, y/n!” Your neighbor, Rosa, shouts from beside her door. “Quiet will you! I just put Nona to sleep!” She yells raising her news paper tapping your head with it.
“Sorry! sorry, Señora Rosa.” You whisper yell as you try to push her weaponized hand away. “I’m just a little late.”
“And I just got a moment of peace! Quiet!” She says giving you one last wack making you try and shrink away from her as you rush toward the stairs.
“You got your pepper spray, right?” She calls and you raise your key chain to show her the attached small can. “¡Buena niña!”
You rush down the stairs and push passed the glass door, almost slipping on the ice before running down the street.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket making you quickly take it out.
“Hello?” You ask without knowing who it was.
“Arthur Morgan would be very disappointed at your sudden disappearance from an important mission.” Lyle says before sighing.
“It’s multiplayer, there are no main missions.” You say, trying to avoid the ice on the ground before stopping at the red hand across the street. “Plus, we were in the middle of four way 1v1. He’d be more upset that we were going against each other.”
“Loyalty is everything in such a game,” he says, sarcasm in his voice and you imagine him shaking his head. “Of course he would be upset at my bullet in DD’s head.”
“Why’d you call me exactly?” You ask watching the hand turn into a green man walking before taking off again.
“Well, you just yelled ‘shit!’ Before disappearing on us, had to make sure someone didn’t break in and kill you.” He replies casually as if he knew that weren’t the case. “But after hearing you continue on your ‘shit’ rant and the door slam I figured it was okay, just had to call and make sure, y’know?”
“Ever heard of a text, loser?” You ask, barley missing a man walking and looking down at his phone. “Gross,” he says before making a gagging noise. “why waste such time typing when I can simply just hit one button?”
“You’re so lazy.” You laugh out loud as you run across another street. “Work smarter not harder, Y/N. You should know this with that big brain of yours.”
“What if I want to work both smarter and harder?” You ask, running up to the glass window to see the books lined up. “Well, then your just weird.” You roll your eyes.
“Just kidding. I guess you can do both, I just personally prefer the alternative.” He says as the sound of guns shooting fills the phone. “Yeah, also sorry about leaving.” You say pushing into the store being greeting with the familiar smell of books and the warm smile of my mother.
“I forgot I had to get ready for work.”
“You’re at top shelf?” He ask and you reply with a ‘mhm’. “I might stop by later to say hello actually, I need a new game anyway.” He laughs as the sound of Dru yelling in the back ground becomes more prominent.
“Sounds good, see you loser” You say as you take your sweat shirt off, leaving you in your tank top you hand before leaving. “Later,” you hear him say before hanging up.
“Good morning,” you hear your mother say as you pull the staff sweat shirt over your head and pull up your sleeves. “Mornin’,” you reply before kissing her cheek.
“Wheres dad?” You ask looking around before your eyes setting on the woman stack a pile of books into one pile.
“He’s going to be out of town for a few days,” she says carrying the pile to the check back station. “A vacation, I insisted as I continue your training.” She says making you smile.
“We both know he needs it, he’s getting older.” She says and your smile fades as you nod. “So are you.” You mumble and she, too, nods.
“You know him getting old is different from me getting old.” She states, sighing quietly.
“What’s todays task?” You ask, quickly changing the subject at the sight of her sad frown. She looks at you for a moment before smiling once again.
She moves to storage closet and unlocks it, allowing you to see the boxes upon boxes along with stacks of different other things.
“To be a good store owner, you have to know your customers.” She says returning with a large box that you quickly take from her.
“Just put it on that table — and to know your customers, you must socialize and help them throughout the store.” She finishes as you take the box to the table noticing the label romance written across it.
“That also means having to work while helping the customers, so you’ll be on stock duty as well.” She says with a smile.
Yes.
You mentally say to yourself. Stock duty required work of you finding the places of different books, movies and games which also meant finding new things you didn’t know about before.
“One more thing,” you mother says as she walks behind the counter to finish opening up the store. “No head phones.” Your eyes go wide.
“But ma!” You call out to the lady who switches the sign from closed to open. “What else am I supposed to do when I stock!” You call, holding onto the white cords and swinging them around.
“Help the customers and socialize.” She laughs out making you frown. “I should call CPS.” You mumble carrying the box to the sorted area before hearing the woman’s laugh.
“Sure, call ahead but don’t be disappointed when they decline a twenty year old.”
You roll your eyes before continuing down the aisle.
“And after you sort those, get the others out of the storage closet!” You huff quietly as you glance back with a small playful glare on your face.
“If I wanted to work out, I would have gone to the gym.” You say and she rolls her eyes. “You’ll be just as sore in the morning, trust me.”
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Hours hand passed, since you last seen the romance box having moved on to the horror section of the films.
You search through their placement areas, looking at all the old cinematic master pieces, the many Dracula films placed neatly next to each other, in order of both year and name.
Horror was one of the favorites when coming here, your father being a collected through his years he had many people couldn’t get their hands on.
Sure you could watch it online now but where’s the fun in that when you have a real copy with the static noises and written voices on screen. Some people still had some class left in them.
You hear a book hit the floor making the library echo as heads turned toward the cause of the sudden interruption of their silence.
“Shit—” You hear someone say quietly, making you roll your eyes as you place the rest of the CD’s in their rightful places before making your way toward the aisle the noise came from.
You subtly make your way toward the aisle while acting like your checking the books before taking a peek around the corner.
You see a rather short girl — shorter than the third shelf — craning her neck to look up at all the books in front of her.
Just to your luck, your mother placed a box for that genre next to the end of the shelf and you picked it up.
You make your way down the aisle and set the box toward the middle before looking up the girl who was already staring, and boy was she something.
Freckles littered across her tan skin, strands of her short hair fell from her half up half down style, her eyes — damn her eyes — they were the prettiest brown you’ve ever seen.
You smile lightly before picking up the first book and reading both the authors name and the title while trying to slow down your racing heart.
Who was this girl? Matter of fact, what was she? She wasn’t a regular, that’s for sure but you always get random people coming in so it didn’t exactly matter.
After putting away a few books, you glance up to see the girl a few feet away and on her tippy toes, reaching for a book on the fifth or sixth shelf.
You snorted quietly catching the girls attention making you quickly look away to keep yourself from laughing.
“You think this is funny?” She asks and you begin shaking in quiet laughter.
After a few moments, you compose yourself and stand shaking your head.
“No, not at all. Would you like some help?” You ask taking step toward her. She narrows her eyes. “Are you making fun of me right now?” She asks, both amusement and annoyance in her voice.
“Why would I do that? It’s poor customer service.” You say with a smile before watching her own smile grow.
“It’s poor customer service to laugh at a customer.” She mumbles before stepping back. “Please.” You walk up and grab the book.
“Look how easy that was.” She says, taking the book you held out for her. “Being six-foot-two does have its perks.” She says looking over the back of the book.
You roll your eyes but your smile only grows. Looking down at the book you nod and raise your eye brows, “that’s a good one, read it a few years back.” You say, making your way back to box of books.
“I’d hope so, for all the work I had to do to try and get it.” She mumbles making you smile and shake your head. “Anything else good?” She asks, looking down to you.
“You’re asking me if there’s anything else good in here when there’s just by the look of it thousands of books here?” You ask, smirking at her when she rubs the back of her neck.
“Yes, there is, I’ve read more than I can count. My recommendation board is up by the front desk if you want to check it out.” You say before placing crave by Tracy Wolff into the slot.
“You must have come here a lot before working then? If you’ve read so many books from here.” She asks, following hot on your trail with the book tucked between her arm. “Oh, for sure,” you say nodding. “The owners and I are real close, we were together a whole nine months before I was born.”
Her eyes widen slightly at the information. “You’re parents own this place?” She asks, gesturing to the entire book store and you nod, smiling.
It felt like you were a teenage boy, flaunting his muscles to a girl he finds attractive.
“Wow,” she says looking around once again. Book still tucked tightly into her arm as she did so. “Just wow. Your parents have taste.”
“More like their people pleasers.” You say shaking your head. The real other reason why horror is so popular in the movie section is because of their request.
Every week they check their request list and buy everything people ask for. New books, new movies, new music and games, there’s always something new. You’re surprised there’s still room, then again the place would be as big you supposed.
“They like having their customers choice their number one priority. It’s good business.” You say looking up to the girl who had a look of wonder in her eyes as she stared down at you but there was also something else. Something you couldn’t quite place.
She stares at you for another moment before speaking again, “do you.. know who I am?” She asks and your furrow your eye brows in question.
“Should I?” You ask tilting your head. She stares for another moment again, eyes scanning your face and it’s features as if searching for something.
Her smile then grows, as she shakes her head. “You shouldn’t, or rather shouldn’t have to. It’s just a surprise.” She says, tucking her hair behind her ear.
You knit your eye brows together in confusion.
She walks out of the aisle and you catch the light smile on her face as she does.
What the hell? You wonder to yourself as you place the last few books away.
You were pretty sure that was the last section, unless your mother put out some more stuff you didn’t notice. You’d just check out the to-do list.
Your mother and father always had one for both you and their own sake. Adding things so no one would forget.
As you made your way to check out, you see the girl walking in the general distraction as well.
“All set?” You ask, placing the box inside the others, moving past the small door attached to the low counter.
“Yep,” she says once again staring at you.
You take the book you got for her earlier along with another you recognize almost immediately. “Between shades of gray?” You ask, looking at her as if she were serious.
“Your description seemed trust worthy enough to make me interested.” You glance over to see your board clearly flipped through before nodding.
You scan both books. “Careful, it’s sad, dark and traumatic. It’s one of my favorites though.” You say looking up at her, she pauses for a moment, staring at you once again and just smiles and shakes her head.
“I think I can deal with a few of those.”
“Bartering or buying?” You ask. “Bartering,” she replies and you nod. “Good, I need to get a review on what you think.” You say with a smirk and you see a glint of something in her eyes.
“Name?” You ask and she looks at you a little confused. “We have to know whose using our books, how else do you think we send emails threatening to charge or get them back?” You snort.
“Oh, your totally right.” she says quietly before taking out her credit card.
“Jenna Ortega..” she says and you nod, typing in the name before reaching for the credit. Her grip on the card tightens at your lack of response.
You pull the card gently but her grip is to hard for you to take.
“Can I… get the card?” You ask, looking around slightly uncomfortably with the stone like stare she was giving you.
“Are you sure you don’t know who I am?” She asks letting go allowing you to swipe the card.
“Again, should I?”
You both stare at each other, both confused and entrapped by the other.
You find is strange how she thinks you know who she is or why you don’t know her.
Maybe she was some big deal somewhere off and you still have yet to hear about her.
Her name did ring a bell but you weren’t sure. Was she a person you knew from your child hood? An old friend trying to reconnect? Maybe some relative on your moms sent by the older ones to investigate if it was really you.
“Miss Ortega?” You’re both broken out of your thoughts as two large men stand behind her. “Time to go.” he says gesturing to a few people who were standing and staring in your general direction.
One grabs the bag off the counter before quickly walking towards the door.
“Looks like I gotta go,” she says, smile now suddenly shy with others watching. “Don’t worry, I’ll return your book Y/N.” She says before walking toward the door, one of the men right behind her.
“Yeah, you bet-“ you pause after the the realization hits you. “Wait, how’d you-?” You begin to ask before watching her gesture to her chest.
You knit your eyebrows together, you look down to see the name tag right under the library symbol.
She was strange.. cute.. but strange
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A/N : Some parts once again rushed🧍🏽♀️This is just an introduction I suppose, the details will get better I tried my hardest🥲
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hiiiii, I see your requests are open! may I request a cute soft Trafalgar Law one? just them cuddling by the fire place in a lodge they and the rest of the crew decided to stay in! maybe both a lil drunk cause reader and Law ramble cute love bomb speeches at each other "I love you!" "hmm but I love you the most" etc? just silly and fluffy, please 👉👈🥹💕
This is so cute!!! I’m obsessed!!
Warnings: None! Gender neutral reader.
The crew had been begging to spend Christmas on land for this year. Specifically, somewhere snowy and cold so that you’d all be able to do “wintery” activities.
So, despite Law’s worries of staying in one place for too long, he decided to let the crew have their way at least this year. But next year? Absolutely not, he’d said.
He’d found a winter island that had many cabins for rent, and docked the Polar Tang at the island’s port. It was a small hike up to the mountains where the cabins were located, and then you all got situated in the largest cabin with multiple rooms for everyone to sleep in.
During the first day, the crew was mostly messing around, having multiple snowball fights a day and snowmen building contests. Law, naturally, refused to participate. But you did catch him watching you, only you specifically, through the window. You’d smiled, thinking it was cute that he wished to be with you.
Then the second day was a shopping day. Most of the crew headed down to the town and gathered food items, any other necessities, and also shopped for presents. You’d gone off separately with Law, just to get away from everyone for a bit.
The two of you had gone to a few stores but found nothing much. Until Law figured out there was an antique shop that sold those odd special coins he collected. He’d spent nearly thirty minutes in there, trying to find something.
When he’d returned to your side empty handed, you were confused. “Couldn’t find anything?”
“Nah. There was one I’ve been looking for, but the guy said he wasn’t selling it.”
“Damn, that sucks,” you said, taking his hand in yours as you two headed off.
You walked for a bit longer before stopping in a liquor shop, where Law spent another good half-hour looking for something nice. You’d managed to sneak off and run back to the antique shop, determined to get that coin for Law.
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That evening the crew was sitting around the living area, drinking and telling stupid stories and playing dumb games. Law sat next to you on the couch closest to the fireplace, arms crossed as he watched the chaos before him.
You figured with the crew goofing off and distracted, now would be a good time to give Law his gift. The alcohol in your system must’ve made you forget that Christmas wasn’t for another two days, so you had no reason to give it to him right away.
“Law, I want to show you something.”
He turned his head to look your way, curious about what it was. His gray eyes lit up once you pulled the coin out of your pocket.
“What? How’d you get it?” He questioned, seemingly confused yet still excited.
“Persuasion,” you winked, pulling your dagger out from your jacket and waving it in the air.
“Damn you, you’re such a filthy criminal. I love it- er, you,” he stammered.
Then your eyes lit up and your face grew hot, blush appearing on your cheeks. Blush that wasn’t from the cold.
Law, saying such an intimate thing, in front of the whole crew? Was it the fact that he was tipsy, or just the emotions from the sentimental gift? Whatever it was, you didn’t care.
You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close and placing a kiss on his cheek. “I love you too… but more,” you giggled.
“No, I love you more, obviously,” he argued, rolling his eyes.
“Hey! Can you two just get a room if you’re gonna act like that?” Penguin suddenly yelled out, pointing at you and Law.
“Yeah, you’re the one who insisted on having a room for just you and y/n!” Shachi added.
“If you’re all unhappy sharing this one space, you can leave. You’re all the ones who insisted on coming to this place,” Law stated.
“Captain’s right,” Bepo said, scratching his head, “besides, they’re having a nice moment… and we just interrupted them…”
“Just forget about it,” Law sighed.
“Yes, captain!”
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TATMR Rewatch
Saw this post appear on my dash again and felt like rewatching the movie again. Thoughts while rewatching a twenty-four year old film about magic talking trains included below.
Btw, if you want to watch this fever dream for yourself, the whole thing is on Youtube w/ ads:
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Starting off and- hey it's Diesel 10! You remember Diesel 10, right? What a "blast from the past," right? Right?
I miss the hammy, over-the-top New Jersey accent they gave Diesel in this movie. The slimy, manipulative voice they gave him later on is fine, but c'mon, the guy's got a giant claw coming out of his back. There's nothing subtle about him. Give us our big dumb tantruming baby back!
Interesting to see Gordon shake w/ fear after seeing Diesel, considering how much flak people gave the last couple seasons of the show over the engines 'gesturing' w/ their bodies (same w/ Thomas sneezing later on).
The two ends of the universe: Anytown, USA and a remote island off the coast of England (I know its implied that Sodor is part of a separate magical dimension in this movie, hush).
That said, filming in the rustic British countryside really doesn't scream America:
Also what's that line about Shining Time being separated from Sodor by "oceans of time"? Dym like time zones (crossing the Atlantic) or time travel? The show is canonically set in the 50s-70s, afterall.
It's a shame that they didn't use the original Shining Time theme for the introductory shot. Not sure if it'd fit, but it's still a shame. Include it during the credits at least.
Oh, that fish is not having a good time.
Stacy Jones! c:
Billy Twofeathers (wdym he aways looked like that, hush)! c:
S/o to James' androgynous voice in this movie.
Diesel 10 is going to dominate you... sorry.
I know they recut this movie after audience testing, but it is odd having the mystery of the lost engine w/ Burnett's backstory revealed to the audience right at the beginning of the movie, only for it to continue being treated as a mystery by the rest of the cast until the climax.
That said, they still did an admirable job w/ it, considering they cut out one of the main antagonists. There's a few repeated story beats (Burnett and Diesel giving Lady's backstory back to back) and lines that don't quite work (Burnett telling Diesel, the magic talking train, he'll fail bc he "doesn't believe in magic"), but nothing too distracting.
Jumping from that slow, melancholic scene w/ Burnett to Diesel w/ his fucking goofy theme playing is fantastic.
Mr. C Humming the OG theme tune is a really cute touch.
Free Moby Dick!
"Stacy, where did you find this painting?" Mr. C, I'm pretty sure that's a drawing.
I can't get over Baldwin chewing the scenery in this movie, he's just constantly goofing off in front of the camera, picking up and talking to random props. I know all of it is prob in the script, it is a kid's film after all, but its just so silly that I love it.
I like the implication that Burnett was just a kid that Mr. C talked to and chose to entrust w/ Lady's secret, just like all the kids he'd (well, another Mr. Conductor), interact w/ on Shining Time.
Lily! c:
Bluebird! c:
Now there's the America I know! Cars everywhere!
I remember too many of these lines.
The scene w/ the angry painting of Topham calming down each time they cut back to it after Mr. C puts back the hat was and still is the best one in the movie imo.
Lady Hatt's portrait is still just one of the wooden figures lmao.
I have a deep-seated memory of constantly repeating the scene of Mr. C reflexively batting the ball he was just roleplaying w/ out of his hand and scolding it.
Nvm the scene of Diesel busting through the shed wall still goes hard as hell, esp. when Mr. C's magic starts failing (same for all of Diesel's action scenes tbh).
Here it is, the infamous sugar scene:
Also that face. :O
Jesus, why did they put this scene into the movie?
Hearing Stacy say that and start sobbing is genuinely upsetting.
I didn't even notice the railway (sorry, railroad) got replaced w/ a road in this scene.
It's interesting to think about how in the workprint, an older Lily was the narrator, meanwhile Mr. C would still out here constantly breaking the fourth wall by talking straight to the audience.
Very interesting low self-esteem James moment b/w him and Mr. C. It's a shame that isn't explored more in the actual series. James is usually portrayed as vain, not insecure.
Mr. C, you're on a railway. Why are you hiking in the woods to get to a windmill?
Bertie saying "vroom vroom vroom" after every one of his lines is the best decision they ever made.
James: "Mr. C's not at the Windmill. I looked!" Point proven.
Even though they lean into the sick Henry angle, it's nice to see he still has that edge to his personality, at least for two out of three scenes.
Presented w/o context:
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Why does Junior have a Scottish accent? Is he from Ringo's side of the family?
Mr. C is in charge of this entire railway rn and he's just sleeping outside on the fucking ground having an existential crisis.
Hey Lily can play the harmonica! I need to break out mine again and harass people w/ my inability to play.
There he is! P.T. Boomer! I remember reading SiF all the time going over all the scenes left in after they axed that entire plotline like that freeze-frame of Stacy w/ the picture of Burnett, Boomer, and Tasha.
Lady's ghost whistling still works as is, but just imagine hearing it thru out the film w/o that knowledge. Much more haunting.
They did Toby so much justice in this film. Consistently a wise voice of reason that gets his own spotlight moment vs Diesel.
I... I forgot this movie included a version of "Really Useful Engine" in the middle of it.
I know the film was criticized for how much focus it put on its all new human cast, but I actually really enjoy these scenes. Maybe bc they're part of the quintessential Magic Railroad experience.
That said, w/o the inclusion of Boomer, the human plot lacks tension or stakes for much of the runtime. The Sodor plot (thru the character of Mr. C) is doing all of the tension-building for the whole movie. As it stands, there's little reason for an audience to actually get invested in that part of the story as is outside of just liking the characters.
Man, this film's special effects have not aged well.
Oh yeah, Annie and Clarabel only get a single line in the entire movie. :/
Oh Alec finally gets to start acting serious towards the end of the film. It really helps the tension building.
Mr. C: "No he is not a dog. Let's just say he's a puppy in need of a good trainer," while Junior is kneeling in front of him w/ his tongue out panting. I get that it's meant to be a short little gag but wtf is this movie?
It's my favorite character! Tumbleweed!!!
OMG TUMBLEWEED APPEARS IN A SECOND SCENE! I FORGOT ABOUT THAT!
CGI Thomas just out here chilling on top of a cliff in the real world.
Thomas falls down and almost dies and Lily doesn't notice at all.
The smelter's yard continues to be the best set in this entire series. With the lighting turning the steam red it looks genuinely hellish.
Burnett: "Well Lady, this is your shining time too." Hey they said it!
The viaduct collapse scene is so good! It feels so real and weighty. Props to the props department.
Burnett: "Now we'll always remember our shining time together." 🌈🌈🌈
God, this movie is so cute! Really fun watching it again in full some all these years later.
HEY WHAT THE FUCJK IS THAT CREDITS SONG?!?
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HELLO??!?
I've legitimately never heard this before. I must've just stopped watching at the credits as a kid. this movie just ends w/ a 2000s pop dance song. okay. sure.
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Chapter Fourteen: A Helping Hand
Word Count: 3.0k
Warnings: brief mention of PTSD, mostly just a feel good brotherly bonding (let me know if I missed any!)
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One last star, and it was done.
Juliette smiled, patting Cosmos’s head.
Originally, she just asked him if he could help her move her desk or find a ladder.
Sitting on his shoulders was all his idea.
“Done?” Cosmos backed up to the bed.
“Yes,” Juliette flopped onto her bed, “thank you for the extra height.”
Cosmos rolled his shoulders, “happy to assist. Love how you added the Kuna constellation and the Silly Rabbit. It looks incredible.”
Juliette smiled up at her ceiling, “better than the original.”
Cosmos sat down, admiring their work.
Up in her navy sky, there was several constellations hidden in the mess of stars. Along the edge, she added purple lilacs and pink carnations, scrapping her last plan of lilies and roses.
“It’s beautiful.” Cosmos nodded proudly, “I like the details in the stars.”
“I see a star-fighter,” Juliette moved behind him.
“Oh, do you now?” Cosmos tilted his head.
Juliette placed her hands on his shoulders, “yeah. Don’t you see it?”
His head slumped back, “sure… totally…”
Juliette kneaded into the knots in his shoulders, geez, these men are tense.
“Are you falling asleep on me?” Juliette teased.
“No,” Cosmos groaned.
His body language said otherwise.
“Cosmos,” Juliette hugged him from behind, “you’re a goof.”
Cosmos laughed, “and I’m also your problem. You rescued me, now you’re stuck with me.”
She planted a kiss on his temple, “good.”
Cosmos whined, “not to sound annoying, but-“
She rubbed his shoulders again.
“Thank you.” Cosmos purred.
****
“I seriously don’t understand their friendship,” Coyote watched Juliette and Cosmos at the pilots’ table.
Fang looked up, seeing his girlfriend sharing veggie sticks with Cosmos while watching the pilots debate names for CT-7808.
Fang chuckled, “neither do I.”
“Maybe be feels he owes her?” Cooper shrugged.
Fang shook his head, “I may not know what their bond is, but it’s definitely not that.”
“And trust us,” Coyote teased, “Fang’s the expert.”
“You know, my arm isn’t the root of my attraction to her.” Fang countered. “I like her for many reasons.”
“And pray tell, vhat are they then?” Keks mused. “Ve vould love to know.”
A tray was placed next to Fang, “I think she’s sweet. That’s why I like her.”
Keks spat out his drink onto Cooper, earning a disgusted exclaim from the Sergeant.
“Mirage!” Goose called from the pilots’ table, “you cut your hair!”
Radar wolf whistled.
“You look great!” Juliette smiled.
Fang looked to the seat beside him, almost not recognizing the ARC.
It had been a week since anyone seen him without his helmet on. They had been called on to aid General Saesee, and that led to fire fights and trenches for days.
Honestly, Fang wondered if he needed a haircut now too looking at him. Mirage’s long locks were now trimmed and shaved in the back leaving the top still flowing with length.
It looks much more manageable now, Fang smiled, “you look good.”
“Thanks,” Mirage rubbed the back of his head, “it weighs less, but feels weird having my neck so exposed again.”
Boomerang plopped down, handing Cooper some more napkins. “That is my handy work, just so you all are aware. I was relieved he didn’t want it all shaved off.”
“Pfft,” Mirage rested his chin to his fist, “I don’t do that short. No offense, Keks.”
“None taken,” Keks shrugged.
“Personally, I think it’d look highly unnatural if you shaved your head,” Cooper dabbed the table with his napkins.
“Agreed,” Mirage smiled, “I’m lucky that Boomerang knows what he’s doing.”
“Don’t tease me,” Boomerang warned, “or next time I’ll accidentally nick your dumb head.”
“Shutting up,” Mirage picked up his fork.
“Fine!”
They all turned to the pilots’ table.
CT-7808 had gotten up in a huff, and sat down next to Juliette pouting like child.
Juliette ruffled his hair, saying something that made his face morph to bashful.
Keks called over, “explanation?“
Radar pointed to his copilot beaming, “his name is Baby.”
Better than Dipstick, Fang smiled to himself.
“Baby?” Cooper looked back at them. “Why?”
“Don’t tell him!“ Baby barked at the pilots, and the all closed their mouths.
Cooper rolled his eyes, muttering, “I’m surrounded by idiots.”
Keks smirked, “but you love us.”
Cooper fought off a smile, “eat your food.”
Fang’s gaze shifted back to Juliette, catching her eye.
The smile he received got his heart pounding again.
****
The Stormrider came out of hyperspace over the snowy world of Hoth.
Hardwire groaned, “of all the places…��
I hate the cold.
Sticker smirked, looking at the planet though the viewport. The Navy Captain was going to be staying on the ship, nice and warm.
“Want to switch places?” Hardwire joked.
Stickler gave him a mocking grin, “and go play in the snow? No, thank you.”
“Worth a shot,” Hardwire sighed, “guess I’ll go get my snow gear then.”
Stickler began ordering his men, barely saying a goodbye to Hardwire.
It felt weird.
After being with Juliette for almost three weeks, he was use to being treated so warmly.
He really hoped he could keep up appearances around the 501st.
He didn’t want them think he was going soft.
The last thing he needed was the highly decorated Captain Rex questioning his leadership.
Stay focused, Hardwire. He told himself, trust in your General.
He opened his comm, “General, we’ll be departing soon.”
“Thank… you, Commander,” she sounded like she was struggling. “Uh oh.”
He heard a thump on her end.
“Uh, General?” Hardwire turned down their corridor. “Do you need assistance?”
She groaned, “yes.”
“I’ll be right there,” he picked up his pace, heading to her room first.
After knocking, he entered her quarters.
He paused, looking at his General on the floor struggling with a different set of armor.
She has two?
“You have two sets of armor?” Hardwire approached her, fixing an unclasped backing by her shoulder.
She then managed to get herself situated, adjusting the gauntlets.
“This is my armor,” Juliette stated getting up. “Mirage and Boomerang made a good point the other day that my father’s armor isn’t built for me.”
Unlike her father, Juliette’s armor was gray with blue detailing along arms. He also couldn’t help but notice a set on wings painted in white on her shoulder belonging to a bird.
“You look better,” Hardwire picked up her helmet. “Not to mention, this gear seems to be more equipped.”
“Always prepared,” Juliette smiled.
He noticed something in the visor, and shifted the helmet.
Stars?
He looked up, “did you paint the ceiling?”
“I asked Stickler,” she proudly smiled. “He said I could.”
“Captain Stickler said you could paint a mural on your ceiling?”
Hardwire had to admit, it looked cool.
“Whatever you want, General,” she quoted, “just nothing vulgar.”
Hardwire nodded, “can you paint mine?”
She grabbed his hand, “oh my gosh! Yes!”
He turned back to her, “really?”
“Yes!” Juliette bounced on her toes.
“Okay then,” Hardwire passed her back her helmet, “I need to go change now. Hope you’re nice and toasty, because Hoth is all ice.”
“I’ll be fine,” Juliette assured, “but I’ll pack an extra blanket to be safe.”
“Sounds good,” Hardwire proceed to his room.
Then realized how informal that encounter was.
Ugh! Screw it! I can still do my job.
****
They were all giving her a double take.
Behind their faceless helmets, she could feel most of their eyes on her.
Taking in her official armor, and maybe the fact it didn’t make her look as boxy.
She couldn’t tell if she was flattered, or weirded out.
At least Cosmos is on this mission, she squeezed Fang’s hand, and my cyar’ika.
He squeezed back.
She hoped he wouldn’t be too cold. His gloves didn’t feel too thick, and his gear was practically just some thicker armor and fabric.
She wondered if they had heaters in their gear like her too; she hoped they did.
The gunship landed, and the doors opened.
She released Fang’s hand, and obediently went to Hardwire’s side, exiting right next to him.
“Ready?” Hardwire asked.
Juliette nodded once.
“Good.” Hardwire said lowly, “and the General is Anakin Skywalker.”
Juliette smiled under her helmet, “you’re truly the best.”
As her men exited—unloading the crates for the new base—the Jedi approached with a clone Captain behind him.
That must be the famous Captain Rex, she thought.
“General Trix,” General Skywalker addressed her, “glad to finally meet you.”
“Likewise,” Juliette answered.
“We have a bit to discuss,” Skywalker waved his arm, “you can follow us.”
****
While often on missions paired with others, the 952nd was not like most of their brothers.
They were backup and delivery boys.
Fang didn’t mind, but being around the 501st just reminded him of that fact.
Jesse, Hardcase, and Kix were telling a story from one of their missions. However, it felt more like bragging.
Fang did his best to ignore them, as he and Coyote followed Mirage and Boomerang with their crates.
Fang honestly didn’t care about that chaos and all the blaster fire. If he didn’t have to, he’ll happily keep doing relief missions and supply runs to avoid another explosion and loss.
“Really?” Boomerang mused, “I can’t imagine ever pulling rank on Hardwire.”
“Even if he’s hurt?” Kix said in disbelief.
“Hardwire is stubborn, but if Boomerang is being serious we all know to listen,” Coyote stated.
“I knew there was a reason we keep you around,” Boomerang chuckled. “Even if you’re a suck up.”
Before Kix could retort, there was crash of materials falling from a crate.
“SONUV-“
“Let it go.” Keks hushed Cooper. “It clearly just vasn’t latched right.”
Fang and Mirage walked over, picking up containers of rations still perfected sealed in their packages.
Only one 501st trooper came over to help clean up while other carried on.
Where did he come from? Fang did a quick scan, where’s his pack?
Another 501st came over, only picking up the last pack as a contribution to helping with the mess.
Fang was glad for his helmet, hiding his eye roll.
“Come on,” the 501st trooper grabbed his helpful comrade, “stop wandering off.”
Mirage sidestepped in their way, “thanks for helping, kid.”
“I… uh…” the helpful trooper was tongue tied.
“Apologies for him sir,” his brother guided him away, “he’s a fan.”
A fan? Of Mirage?
Fang wished he could see Mirage’s face right now.
He couldn’t even say a word as the shiny was dragged off, being scolded when he looked over his shoulder back at them.
“A fan?“ Keks resealed the crate, “not saying I don’t believe it, but I’m kind of surprised. Given your reputation, Mirage.”
Mirage forced out a small laugh, not saying anything.
“I think you’re cool,” Fang offered, “it’s not that impossible to believe others think so too.”
Mirage mumbled, “thanks. I guess.”
Cooper picked up his end of the crate, “Mirage, you’re clumsy, but you’re a damn good soldier. Even I admire your fighting.”
Mirage crossed his arms, turning on his heel without a word.
They bit their tongues when he stumbled, returning to Boomerang.
“I swear that knock on his head gave him brain damage,” Cooper said quietly.
“You think?” Keks grunted.
Fang helped with their crate, just keeping quiet on the matter.
****
As expected, it was informal chatter.
“I definitely agree with your view,” Skywalker said to Juliette. “The Jedi can only go so far, but I doubt others would be a General at the same fee as you did.”
“Then they’re doing this for the wrong reasons,” Juliette stated. “Although I do admit I don’t always understand the politics of this war.”
“Some days I am not so sure either,” Skywalker admitted. “War does complicate many things.”
Hardwire admired this trait of her’s.
Everywhere they went, she seemed to make a new ally. Not just counting his brothers who already whispered about their oddball of a General.
He wondered if General Skywalker could sense his pride for her though the Force. He heard many things about the mystic power, but still had no understanding of it. Just like the war he was made to fight in.
Rex tapped his arm, slowing his pace.
Hardwire slowed down as well, curious what the Captain wanted to say.
“She’s certainly chatty,” Rex said lowly, “where did you find her?”
“Coruscant.” Hardwire answered, “she hunted us down at 79’s to talk to one of my troops after he lost his arm. Have you heard that story yet?”
“I have,” Rex nodded, “I also heard you were in the same explosion. How are you holding up?”
“I have her,” Hardwire proudly declared. “I’m grand.”
“You know that’s not what I meant,” Rex pushed.
“Focusing on her gets me through my struggles, Captain,” Hardwire turned his head to him, “I rather not talk about the explosion with you until I’ve fully accepted it happened.”
Rex nodded, “as long as you know your brothers are here for you.”
Why’d you have to say that? Hardwire thought as he realized his ear was still ringing.
It’s been ringing since he woke up.
Driving him insane.
He ignored it for her.
She needs me.
****
As ordered by Cooper, Fang and Coyote headed to the lead gunship.
Everyone else was in the mess, eating hot meals. Socializing at tables comfortably for this brief break.
Not them though.
With the exception of Hardwire and Tracks, their group was hiding in the gunship eating ration bars on the metal floor.
“Why are we eating here?“ Fang asked, as he settled next to Mirage and Boomerang.
“We’re avoiding Rex’s boys,” Boomerang answered.
“Why?“ Fang asked, “some of them are really nice.”
“No, not the whole Legion,” Boomerang corrected, “Rex’s boys are Jesse, Kix, and Hardcase. They’re like how Hardwire keeps us close to him.”
“Oh…” Fang nodded, “I still don’t understand why we’re hiding then.”
“We just need a break,” Cooper stated.
“And by ve, he means him,” Keks corrected. “His social battery is dead. No offense to the exception.”
“None taken.” A shiny answered.
Fang didn’t notice him when they got on.
He was sitting on the other side of Cosmos, white hair with messy curls in his face and freckles swept across his face like a paintbrush. He was eagerly listening to the pilot go on about different stars, nodding along and asking questions much to Cosmos’s delight.
“Who’s he?” Coyote leaned over to Boomerang, after getting the snow helmet off.
“Don’t know,” Boomerang shrugged, “but he’s our sacrifice to not have to listen to the different types of gas balls in the galaxy. Doesn’t your girl have a thing for stars too, Fang?”
“Yeah, but she’s more into the aesthetic,” Fang said, “she and Cosmos do this thing where they find shapes. I don’t really understand it.”
“Shapes?” Coyote asked.
“Like ‘I see a rancor’ or ‘I see a bantha’ but they’re not actual constellations,” Fang struggled with his helmet. “These gloves are too thick for my hand to work.”
Mirage leaned over, “I got you, vod. These things are seriously a pain.”
“Don’t know how Cold Assault Troopers do this everyday,” Boomerang shook his head.
Mirage popped off Fang’s helmet, “there we go.”
He ruffled Fang’s head, then settled back down.
Coyote bit into his ration bar, grimacing, “what I’d give for some good food.”
“Maybe if you’re a good boy, Juliette will take you out for dinner,” Boomerang teased.
“She would,” Fang agreed, “just ask and-“
“But then I go back to eating mediocre meals that will never be as satisfactory,” Coyote sighed. “It’ll be torture.”
“Maybe she could buy us groceries and we could cook?” Fang suggested, “it does look fun.”
“Are you suggesting you’re going to cook for the whole 952nd?” Boomerang teased.
Oh yeah. That’s a lot of food, Fang sighed, “maybe? We could start small.”
“We?” Mirage chuckled, “it’s your idea, you’re the chef.”
“I’ll supervise you so you don’t chop off your fingers,” Boomerang grinned, “considering you only have five left.”
“Ha!” Fang rolled his eyes.
Keks interrupted, “vell, vell! Look vho’s come to visit.”
Tracks entered the ship with Goose, and with another shiny following behind.
“Are we just stealing all the 501st’s shinies?” Boomerang teased.
“This is CT-5572,” Goose explained, “we found him sitting alone in a hall.”
“Hi,” he awkwardly waved, helmet slightly turned towards Mirage’s corner.
Fang smiled as he bit into his ration bar, it’s Mirage’s fan.
Keks must’ve recognized him too, because he moved over so the snow trooper could sit next to Mirage.
Mirage gave a small smile, but kept quiet.
Must be weird for him, Fang figured. His mentor dies over a week ago and now he’s got a shiny from another Legion looking up to him.
“So, hiding alone?” Boomerang said, “where’s your group?”
He shrugged, getting his helmet off fixing his messy hair, “they didn’t survive Kamino. I haven’t found anyone here yet.”
“Sometimes they fall down stairs right at your feet,” Boomerang nudged Mirage.
“He’s right,” Mirage agreed, but his mind seemed to be elsewhere as he studied the shiny.
“Hardcase does that daily,” the shiny kept his gaze adverted from Mirage.
Mirage finally got up, getting his pack.
“Mirage, what are you doing?” Boomerang called.
Mirage plopped back down, rummaging through his bag. Muttering to himself as he searched though his gear.
“Vhat’s up with him?” Keks asked.
“Nothing,” Boomerang assured, but whispered to him, “you good?”
Mirage took out a small cylinder tin, “I’m fixing him.”
The shiny turned to him confused, “fixing me?”
“Your hair,” Mirage tossed him the jar, “I use that for styling. It’s yours.”
The shiny caught it, “really? For me?”
“Trust me,” Boomerang snickered, “he’s got plenty to spare.”
“Just don’t tell anyone,” Mirage smiled. “I don’t share my styling secrets.”
“Cool.” The shiny smiled down at the tin in his hands.
Cooper grumbled, writing something down on his datapad and it was sent out into the universe.
Keks snickered, “reports aren’t that bad, vod.”
Fang had seen the Sergeant do reports many times, and he never once complained.
That wasn’t a report.
#caribou stories#caribou originals#caribou ocs#star wars#star wars the clone wars#952nd#juliette trix#commander hardwire#sergeant cooper#corporal keks#arc trooper mirage#boomerang#tracks#coyote#fang#cosmos
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oh my god oh my god, i’m wearing my dress on saturday!! tree we are officially living in parallel universes. also your dress sounds so pretty, go live your best cottage core life bestie! (also we totally took dumb photos at prom that is a thing that happened, it’s now canon in the tree-indi universe)
the world is tiny and there’s are a reason it spins in circles- i’m so freaking happy you got to meet your friend!! and come out to them!!
also at prom i met an acquaintance from middle school who got me into the queer side of the internet. and we weren’t friends or anything but i still cried and hugged her when i saw her. there are just some people in the world who completely change your life.
*also every time you mention coming out to more people, just know i’m rooting for you! ilysm harsha!*
awww tree, you partner sounds so sweet, i’m so happy for you babe!! the only telugu terms of affection i know come from movies lmao, but my favorite is banagru konda- like a mountain of gold! that’s so cute! <3
honestly, leave your mark bestie. also i graduated high school and i wrote my initials on the wall, so i understand the urge to be remembered lol.
*rests chin on top of your head cause your itty bitty* mWah! mWah!
i wrote half of this ask like two months ago and finally sent it today, so srry it’s been forever, but tell me what you’ve been up to! 🥰
- indi <3
grrr this is the sixth time i'm rewriting this tumblr better work now!!
YESS WE MATCH!!!!!! it was super fun, i spent a lot of time on the lake and got to talk to one of my friends for hours so i was really happy. we did take photos and we goofed off in a photo booth and all our pictures look horrible but we love them!! hugging you!!!!!!!!!!!
omg.............. youre so right. how dare you blow mind with only a few words im kissing you rn >:( !!!!!!!!!!!! it was really nice to be able to talk to them after so long and it felt so surreal bc like. we're both completely different people now and its like i know i know you but i dont really know you anymore but i still want to connect with you anyway!!!!!!!!!!!!!<333
awhhh im so happy for you!!!!! imagine how strange it would be if you hadnt known them, we never would have met!! :( that is too scary to think about i love you too much and youre the bestest. truly i am mad the whole world doesnt know you but im quite content to have you allllll to myself 🥰
*awh im rooting for you too!! and also to myself. if it werent for the tiny tree hanging upside down from my ribcage and swearing at me, i would not even be here. thanks spideytree! u r a real one. i love you more*
they ARE and i love them to pieces<33 i completely forgot about bangaru konda!! im adding it to my list. no one has ever used pet names for me so the only ones i know are from movies too!! be glad i didnt start singing bangaru kodi pitta honestly. no hate to jeevi garu, but. that song fucks in ways i do not want it to fuck. also i recently remembered chiluka, like parrot so im going to use that too.
CONGRATULATIONS!!!! are you excited to leave, or more nervous about the future? give me ALLL the details ilysm!! with your encouragement i will write tree all over the place! or maybe i will draw little trees everywhere? well i cannot draw. much to think about!
*reaches up on my tippy toes and still barely reaches your shoulders (youre 5'6", right?) and gives you a little kiss on your shirt* mwaH! mwaH! mwah!
dont worry, i love hearing from you no matter what<33 ilysm<3
my internship started monday! we're virtual every day minus thursdays, the first day, and the last day. its really fun, i get paid to sit around and listen, and raid the snack bar every hour!! im living. truly in my gwen stacy era. also one of the facilitators is really hot 😳 he's colombian but he grew up in greece so he's got this cute accent and he told me i had a kind gaze and thats why he's been inadvertently staring at me when he talks to the group of us. we got into an argument over time travel and free will today (plus a couple other interns) and he's super smart and we were literally yelling at each other for 15 minutes straight and the other facilitator had to come break it up bc the five of us were about to brawl lmao. its been really nice!
also im working my way through a ninjago rewatch and im taking more of a liking to cole now, where before jay and kai were my favorites. kai is still top tier but cole is very quickly climbing up. they are so gay!!!!!!!!! *froths at the mouth* IM EATING THEM
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! stay safe and have fun and give the moon a kiss before you go to bed and i will give the moon a kiss before i got to bed and it will be like we are sending kisses to each other!!<33333
#also im craving pani puri so much bc of the ms marvel episode im going to DIE#do you watch ms marvel?#indiphannon#asks#the tree speaks
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I've added a handful of people to my V/RC friends list, some I hang out with more than others, and otherwise I just instance hop in the Sup/erstar Da/ycare a lot since it's pretty popular and full of fandom people...
Sooo one day while playing with one of the regulars I goof off with someone new shows up, and after having a chill goofy time he asks for my Discord. He's an adult so I'm like, yeah alright. First time adding someone from V/RC on Dis/cord so I didn't know what to expect... and I mean, it started out pretty nice cause he seemed like he wanted my attention, buuut my irl friends were uncomfortable that he would spam me for attention all the time. But I'm just delighted that someone seems to have had a fun enough time around me to want to talk and hang out more ya know. So I shrug it off, being needy isn't exactly a crime and I just ignore it when I don't feel like socializing.
I try to be a little more tolerant and open in VR/C... he was nice to my kid friend, but I noticed in one-on-one worlds he made some off color jokes. I expressed discomfort with them and he was cool about it and stopped making them around me, so I was appreciative. I tolerated knowing he made the jokes because he didn't seem to do it in front of anyone but me, and making ass jokes doesn't automatically make someone evil, and he was otherwise nice. Figured he just had a lot of growing to do. I mean, I made ass jokes when I was a teen, and I learned and grew up and stopped being like that, afterall.
We have a few good chats, both in Dis/cord text and in V/RC. It was great! But I can't be around every time he's needy for attention (I think I was like. His only AFAB friend) so he expresses trying to find more cuddle buddies, but he's just too anxious about public worlds. So I'm like okay. I got you. I make a plan to make him unintimidating and easy to sit next to and cuddle with, and with my presence in a large avatar hope to be comforting to him in a public world while we try and attract him someone else to hang with.
Maaan. Here I was, so excited to help out, and then when we do it he just. I don't even know what went wrong. He picks an annoying avatar that he knows might crash people and decides to behave in the most vile way I've seen from him, so much so it shocked the Hell out of me. I'm talking rape jokes, groping girl's jiggle-physics breasts without permission, explicit NSFW jokes in front of minors, threatening to dox a minor's IP address for a small silly annoyance, jokes about women being dumb, being a-ok with a stranger touching my avatar after laughing at his rape jokes, and he tops it off by insulting my fiancé's gender identity (and therefore, mine) while also assuming they're AMAB (and therefore, assuming I'm het). All this in a public world. I was so embarrassed that I brought him there and was being associated with him. Being a bit mean.... even my kid friends know better than to behave the way he did.
I get so uncomfortable and sad that I awkwardly stand up and say my friend is asking me to join her. Not a lie, but I was technically the one who sent the request. He says okay. I see he logs off about 15-20 minutes (unusual, he usually begs me for attention 24/7) after I leave him and then a couple hours later has the balls to message me hi and spam my username at me for attention. What the hell??? Like, that's it? You're a total ass and I leave out of sheer discomfort and that's all I get? Man, whatever. >n>
In hindsight, without giving details about things he shared with me (it would be wrong to share private things even if he was an ass), he only ever acted like he wanted me around to give him attention, not because he was actually interested in me as a person. My attention, genuineness, and openness made him feel emotionally heard and comfortable. But he didn't show any regard for my own emotional or physical wellbeing, he just wanted to spam and beg me to come online to make him feel better about himself, even if it was 1am and I was exhausted. I get it that it's hard to think about other people when you're not in the right mind for it, but you have to if you want to make and keep friends. I may be nice and attentive but I have my limits. I'm too old to have to explain to some guy I've only known for 2 weeks why he shouldn't grope womens' boobs in V/RC or threaten to dox a child over a fucking virtual barrel.
I haven't exactly broken it to him yet that I really don't feel comfortable hanging out with him or having him on my Dis/cord after his nasty behavior and insulting my fiance/me. But woof, lesson learned... just because someone seems really nice the first time you hang out, that doesn't mean they aren't hiding showing off their true colors. So... maybe don't add them on Dis/cord until you know they're not a total prick 😓 you may just end up feeling sad and heartbroken that damnit another adult friend was shitty.
I wouldn't say it was a total waste of two weeks, I mean it was fun until... that. And after I left him in that world I did get to hang with someone else I knew and added two other people, who I'm crossing my fingers are cool. They all cheered me up. But it also always sucks when you have to drop yet another person that you thought was friendly, you know? :^P
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Custom Toonami Block Week 128 Rundown
Inuyasha: This is another of those filler episodes that’s just kind of a farce the whole time like it’s just wacky bullshit the whole way through. The premise is actually something that could’ve been a plot for an early episode with a boar demon abducting girls from a local village with mind-controlling golden crowns and the joke is he uses the same pickup lines as Miroku just with added mind control. Since we have 100+ episodes of power creep this guy isn’t a physical threat at all and we get a lot of mileage out of Inuyasha and Miroku accidentally putting the crowns on and becoming submissive waifus for a bit as well as the demon theming himself after Journey to the West but since this is Feudal Japan and like ten people in the whole country can read no one’s ever heard of the obscure Chinese Fairy Tale except Kagome and the demon’s like ‘omg finally someone gets my references’ and abducts her with the crown thing. We also get a bit with Shippo turning into a girl to try and lure him out that doesn’t go anywhere except if you’ve ever wanted to see Shippo as an adult girl I guess. They get Kagome back and use a Chinese sutra to send him back to China despite implying him and Inuyasha were gonna fight and that he might have a Wind Scar equivalent of his own because I guess having Inuyasha disintegrate a comedy relief villain would be a little much.
Yu Yu Hakusho: So while Yusuke’s still trying to wrap his head around why humans would want to destroy humanity, turns out the date for the demon tunnel just got pushed up by two weeks because of timey whimey spiritual nonsense and geometry So the group calls an emergency meeting but Kuwabara’s like ‘yeah I got rock band tickets and no powers anyway so I’mma take the night off’ which practically makes sense but it’s still kind of a dick move when you just found out the end of the world is a week away like at least be there for emotional support. Yusuke storms out of the meeting too because Kuwabara’s not there and Kurama’s off interrogating Koenma about how he suddenly realizes Koenma probably knows who the guy behind this is for no real reason (like he’s right but there’s been no clues for that and he even admits it’s kind of a hunch) and so Genkai’s like ‘don’t worry I’m sure Yusuke’s going to keep an eye on Kuwabara and protect him, he won’t really go goof off and blow off steam while we have six days until they end of the world’ and smash cut to Yusuke goofing off and blowing off steam. Turns out he really should’ve protected Kuwabara because Seaman jumps him outside the concert and every time they say his name it just sounds like they’re mispronouncing semen because of how weirdly they say it. But yeah luckily Seaman has a power that manifests physical water because if it was pure spirit energy Kuwabara wouldn’t be able to see it without his powers and would just be fucked. But yeah Seaman has the ‘I was bullied in school so fuck humanity’ backstory, that old anime chestnut but it’s kinda neat because the psychics do genuinely represent the dark side of humanity and Kuwabara is genuinely giving his best effort to be noble and protect his powerless groupie friends meanwhile Seaman is just being a bigger bully and drowning them in his water monsters. Like I kinda get the feeling Kuwabara’s group were something of bullies before the story and he’s made a lot of effort to not be so aggressive since meeting up with everyone so this is a nice little display.
Fate/Apocrypha: So continuing the final battle, Astolfo gets his two braincells back because the moon’s not making him a dumb bitch anymore or something and for some reason that lets him make a magical shield to deflect Semiramis’s Ancient Egyptian Laser Beams, except it kinda… stops working for some reason partway through and he has to do a divebomb attack so we have a big dramatic moment where he’s sacrificing himself for someone who believed in him… except he doesn’t die from it so what was the point of having the shield stop working at random. Anyway Sieg becomes Super Sieg to fight Karna and Mordred saves Astolfo from Semiramis while Chiron and Achilles have their big fight. And honestly… I love this fight, like I kinda wish they got more to do with their big high octane laser beam attacks but I am a sucker for a good gritty knuckleduster and even after Chiron beats the absolute shit out of Achilles and gives him the NO CAPES treatment with his scarf, Achilles still gets the final blow on him (also this is taking place in Achilles’ ZA WARUDO dimension idk if that’s important or not but it’s cool) and Chiron’s like ‘oh cool, good fair fight and shit but also fuck you your immortality’s gone because of my starlight bullshit, like as far as Fate bullshit goes pulling a constellation laser beam out of your ass just to depower someone else has gotta be up there, like Achilles already took off his immortality to fight him in the za warudo world and Chiron’s just like ‘nah I’mma take it forever and die, bye’ like that’s a fucking dick move I hate shit like that, like after that if I was Achilles I’d be like ‘no, fuck your request god damnit I fought fair so get fucked old horseman’ but Achilles is a noble guy and honors Chiron’s last request and lends Astolfo his power so I guess next time he’s gonna be Super Astolfo III or some shit. Also Atalante is super pissed still about the whole child murder thing and turns into her Berserker form to fight Jeanne which I guess she gets the Super Effective modifier on Ruler Jeanne now but idk if it’s worth the defensive debuff bro, Jeanne’s not outputting a ton of damage as is you’re probably better off trying to chip away at her as an archer.
Speed Grapher: So Saiga has a coma nightmare about taking Kagura’s picture and she explodes, wondering if his eyes are already degrading as he seems only darkness around him until he remembers he’s just in a fucking subway and half dead, so all good there. Meanwhile the real Kagura is trying to break out of her cell while Friend Doctor is analyzing Shady Doctor’s notes about her and they discuss how she really is terminal and she talks about how for the first time in her life she desperately wants to live because someone finally cares about her and it’s kinda heartbreaking. Meanwhile meanwhile the Police Chief still has Ginza in the sex swing thing and is about to cut off her legs but decides to put some lotion with the Euphoric drug on them first to make sure they’re in good condition and Ginza goes a little fucking nuts and fucking snaps his neck with her thighs in a Euphria Factor induced rage which is kinda fucking badass like idk how she gets out of the sex swing on her own but I’mma overlook that because she just fucking snapped a man’s neck with her thighs. She has her sexual assault freakout (been a bad few episodes for those) and fucking burns his house down which is pretty cool. Like I don’t think she’s completely off the hook for assaulting Saiga while he was knocked out but admittedly this is a pretty cool scene. Saiga shows up at Bob’s door half dead again and I kinda feel bad for the guy like his only job is to be Saiga’s only lifeline when he’s half dead. Ginza steals the Chief’s butterfly mask and cloak and attends the Roppongi Club’s grand re-opening and apparently they learned absolutely nothing from the last time some terrorist with a camera crashed the party and destroyed their shit last time because this actually works and she’s let right in, guess as long as you show up in the right place with a butterfly mask they don’t ask questions like don’t they have ID or something like maybe she swiped the Chief’s but you can clearly tell she’s not the short middle aged guy that any membership ID would belong to. Friend Doctor claims he found a part of the journal that can save Kagura’s live but she’s not there to hear it because turns out she’s been abducted by the fucking Prime Minister who turns into a Junji Ito motherfucker with a huge head and mouth like if David Cronenberg made FMA’s Gluttony. The government soldiers storm Suitengu’s tower to make the hostile takeover of the Tennozu group and make the Roppongi Club a government installation but Suitengu’s blood sephiroth and murders all of them and hijacks their helicopter. Saiga tells Bob that there’s too many people caught up in Suitengu’s scheme for him to back down and he has to go save Kagura because regardless of any actual relationship they could have their lives are tied together on this. Meanwhile Suitengu takes his stolen helicopter and just starts fucking blowing up the Prime Minister’s mansion which I guess he can just do. Like I get the feeling you can’t just fly a plane over to your local head of state and start shooting missiles but said head of state is a giant-headed cabbage patch baby from hell so I guess we’re not being wholly realistic here.
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Rejoice!
For she is the one to reconcile all Riders, the queen of time who will mediate between past and future...
Because obviously, now we need a third Woz to complete the set, right?
Tsukuyomi’s Woz claims to be from a timeline in which Tsukuyomi in her great and infinite wisdom, all hail our glorious leader had reconciled the warring Oma Zi-O and Geiz Revive on the brink of their ultimate conflict, leading to an unparalleled era of peace and justice. ... Well, so he says.
Would Tsukuyomi even be a queen? Probably not, but any lesser title wouldn’t be dramatic enough for a Woz, and savior is already taken...
Anyway. With access to both other Woz’s books, this Woz claims to only be here with the intent of merging both timelines together into his own true timeline of peace. Not by fighting, of course, but only giving advice to his wise liege (not that she needs it of course, oh no, but his role is merely to serve)... Fighting is completely unnecessary for this. Why, he doesn’t even have a belt!
(... He absolutely has a belt. All Wozes are smug and prone to hypocrisy, after all. For the sake of drama, such things are required.) ( >ω･)☆ﾟ.
#tokusatsu#kamen rider#zi o#zi-o#仮面ライダージオウ#sougo tokiwa#tsukuyomi#woz#Woz3#art#fanart#artwork#IN WHICH I SPEND TOO MUCH TIME THINKING ABOUT THINGS#AND ALSO TOO MUCH TIME ADDING DUMB GOOFS#:3c#toei's too cowardly to give tsukuyomi a woz#i just know it#SO I GOTTA DO FOR MYSELF
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Pictures you take of Finn on vacation
Beach edition
I had this idea today when I was looking at pictures of Finn. I think that’s a good idea, I might do it for other occasions! I liked the result so yeah, I think I’ll do it again. Hope you will like it too!
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Its the morning, around 10am, and you’re in the hotel room. You’re laying in bed, on your phone as Finn is in the bathroom. Music blaring from the speaker (at a reasonable volume), Finn suddenly got out of the bathroom in his robe and starts dancing around. You took the opportunity to take a picture when he makes a pose. You couldn’t stop laughing.
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One afternoon, as it was very sunny but too hot to do anything, you guys decided to rent a boat for the day, and sail around. As Finn knows how to drive a boat, he could show you. After he made you take the wheel for some time, you went back to your sit, and Finn took it back. You found your phone in your pockets, which gave you an idea: take a picture of him.
“What are you doing?” Finn said analyzing what you were doing.
“Enjoying the view” you smiled which made him laugh.
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There was this one and only rainy day during the trip where the temperature dropped really bad. You stayed in bed, enjoying the view, cuddling. You also watched some tv shows, and a movie while eating dinner. After dining, it stopped raining so you decided to go for a walk on the beach and watch the sunset. This time, Finn took his camera, and took pictures of you without you knowing.
“The sunset is really red” you said staring at the sun.
“Yeah it’s beautiful” Finn said coming next to you as you stopped.
“Give me your camera” he did not question it and gave it to you. You took some pictures of the landscape, but you also took some of Finn.
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The first morning after you arrived at the hotel, you were both up really early. You were both getting ready, however you didn’t know what to do. It was kind of cloudy but it was a little hot.
“we could go on for a walk” you suggested, as you were drying your hair.
“Huh, too lazy” you laughed.
“Not even one day on vacation and you’re already playing the lazy card. What are we going to do during this week?��� You both laughed.
“We could take our bikes” you were confused.
“That’s literally more exhausting than walking”
“Yeah, but I don’t know, I kind of prefer that” you laughed.
“Well then, okay, I’m good for that”
After you were both ready, you went to take your bikes that were in the car. Finn got on his, so did you. He was arranging something when you put your phone out.
“Finn, smile” he looked up, confused, then laughed. You took the first picture.
“Always taking pictures”
“I’m making memories dumbass” he rolled his eyes.
After a while of riding you arrived on the road next to the beach. You were challenging each other on some races and all, just goofing around. In front of you, there were two women, standing in front of the beach, and taking pictures. After passing them, Finn went a little faster and mimicked them. You bursted into laughter and played the game by taking pictures of him, which gave as a result the second picture.
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Tonight, you both wanted to eat outside, on the beach. There were tables with benches not far from the hotel. You ordered some pizzas and bought a few beers before going there. It was cute, just the two of you, laughing, talking, drinking a little. You had some cards and games, so you played, fighting because one’s cheating and all.
“It’s been a while we haven’t done that” you added
“Yeah. It was much needed”
“Agreed” you both smiled at each other.
The next morning you found this picture in your camera roll, not really remembering when you took it.
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Obviously it would not be a true beach vacation without surfing. Finn loves to surf, which means that the location of the holidays were based on a good place to surf. Unfortunately you do not know how to surf. After a very long conversation, Finn managed to convince you that he could teach you the basics because “it could be fun if we had something more in common, we could go surf together and all”. You couldn’t resist him, so one afternoon when the waves seemed good, you went to the beach, on a side where there weren’t much people.
When you arrived on the parking lot, Finn was so excited to teach you everything. He got out of the car and started to get out his board. You stood next to the car, nervous, looking around you. You finally looked back at Finn, still taking stuff out of the car. You looked at your phone, hoping for something that could avoid this situation. You looked up to see Finn smiling at you. You quickly went on Snapchat and took this picture of him.
After walking a while, Finn put his board on the sand and showed you the positions and all. You mimicked him, feeling embarrassed.
“This is so humiliating” you said looking down.
“Why?”
“I don’t know” Finn laughed
“Don’t think about the people around us” you stared at him, he knew you too well.
After a while, you both went in the water, staying around the little waves area so you could try to find your balance there first. Let’s just say it was not a success. You ended up staying on the sand, watching Finn surf like a god. You kind of felt dumb, embarrassed, even uncomfortable because you couldn’t do it, and because Finn and the other people around you had to see this.
Finn made sure the rest of the day was way better than this so you would not feel guilty for anything, after all it wasn’t that bad.
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One classic afternoon on the beach, tanning, playing and swimming together. After swimming for a while, you took a break and joined Finn who stayed on the beach. He was looking at you, phone out, taking pictures. You laughed as you approached him.
“Please tell me you’re not taking pictures”
“So you’re allowed to but not me?”
“Exactly” you laughed as you sat down in front of him. He took one more picture of you, which made you roll your eyes and smile.
“The view is too beautiful”
“So cheesy”
After that, Finn went in the water for some time, and when he came back, you made sure to do exactly the same thing he did with you. As he sat down, you took this picture.
“We’re even now” you said proudly.
“We’re far from even” you both laughed.
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One morning, you were both wandering around the city, going in some shops, talking, discovering the city when you came across what seemed a garage. Finn was intrigued because there were only old cars parked in the front. You walked closely to a board which explained that this place was actually renting the cars for a day.
“No way! We have to do this!” Finn exclaimed. He was suddenly so excited, like a child. It was hard to say no, and you were also excited about this idea.
The ride was so good, driving around the city, finding new places to go after, enjoying the wind and the sun in this old car. The experience was great. Before taking the car back at the garage, you stopped by the beach.
“Here, take a photo of me in the car” you laughed.
“You love it that much?”
“Come on just do it!” He was so excited. He kept begging you, so you just took the picture. What a child.
#finn cole#cute#i love him#fanfic#finn cole fan fiction#finn cole imagines#finn cole x reader#preferences#finn cole preferences
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Yes captain
Note - this is part three of corrupting a good boy but it's mostly porn so can be read as a standalone as well. Sorry about all the jealousy stuff its just what the muse calls for sometimes. Comments/reblogs are really really appreciated🙏🙏 Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.
Summary - You ask Steve to keep it on while doing it 👀👀
Warnings - 18+ only explicit sexual content, uniform kink, captain kink, daddy kink, roleplaying, jealousy, insecure reader.
Pairing - CEO!Steve x reader
Word count - 4.5k
“Ooo,” you yelped, trying to run away from his firm grip across your hips.
It only made him hold onto you tighter, his nails digging into the flesh of your hips. “There’s no where to run, babygirl,” he chuckled at your misery, delivering another harsh slap to your naked bottom.
You shrieked in pain as your flesh burned in agonising, but delicious pleasure. As if you’d ever want to actually run. “I’m sorry, daddy.” Since you were allowed to call him daddy now, which seemed to always make him forgive you, but you added your princess voice just to be safe and not make it any harder on yourself.
“You should’ve thought of that before you decided to make fun of my team, but you had to be a dumb baby and run your mouth,” he scolded you, slapping you twice before slipping a hand between your legs, the squelching noises of him gathering your slick on his fingers made your ears burn.
You had gotten too bored of him watching the game and not paying attention to you so you might’ve said some mean things about his team, but the jokes on him since your diabolical plan seemed to have worked.
You had gotten too lost in slight tinge of pain in the roots of your hair, that he was pulling, and his fingers teasing your core, you yelped forward when he slapped your pussy, gasping as you throbbed for more of it.
“Honey,” Steve shook your arm causing you to jolt awake.
You had a habit of talking or mumbling nonsense in your sleep and since he was a light sleeper it usually woke him up. He found your incoherent rambles and the little faces you made in your sleep cute, they were particularly intense tonight for some reason, and while he loved you with all his heart he was not about to let you talk nonsense about the Yankees.
“What? Where?” you sat up, rubbing the soft sheen of sweat on your forehead with the back of your hand.
“You were talking in your sleep, sweetheart,” Steve said, rubbing his hand up and down your back, “Come here.” He circled a hand around your waist, pulling you down and back against his chest, kissing the back of your head, “What were you dreaming about, hm?”
“Um...” you blinked, “How much of it did you hear?”
“You think your so clever, don’t you,” he teased, pinching the side of your hip as you giggled.
“Yes, I’m very smart.”
You shut your eyes, ready to go back to dreamland and to your daddy, who was just a version of Steve who liked being called daddy. Which was something Steve would never be into. Not that you’d ever admit to having such a shameful kink.
But you felt Steve grind his excitement against your ass, “You wanna go back to sleep, or...?” he asked, biting the shell of your ear before snaking a hand up your cami to grope your breast.
“You woke me up with such debauch intention?!” you gasped in fake incredulity. Deciding to indulge him and that any time spent with normal real Steve was much better than being with dream daddy Steve.
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You fixed his tie, tightening it just a bit around his neck. His golden hair was smoothed back, your eyes caught a glimpse of his rosy pink lips. So pouty and perfect. You could spend hours just looking at them, his smile was what truly made you fall for him. But you pulled away when he tried to steal a kiss from you.
“Gloss,” you argued, puckering your lips. Instantly feeling guilty as his pink ones pouted, giving you his sweet puppy eyes.
“Come on, doll, just one kiss? Don’t you wanna wish me luck?” He bent to capture your lips but you moved your head away at the last second, making him groan as his nose bumped against your cheek.
“I spent over two hours getting ready for this!” you huffed, smoothening a hand over your puffy tulle dress, finally having a chance to wear it out in public.
“Did you just smudge my blush?” Gasping, as you looked into the mirror, picking up your rouge and patting it on again.
You loved the dress Steve had gotten you for Christmas, it was so pretty and princess and you felt like Cinderella wearing it.
But it was too... girl-ish, Steve had insisted that you wear it. So he could show off his beautiful new wife.
Tonight though, you had to look like a woman.
A strong woman.
Who is not to be fucked around with. And not someone who is vulnerable and weak.
Because you knew she was going to be there.
“You always look gorgeous,” he mumbled, looking in the mirror and patting his hair to make sure it was in place.
You had convinced him to grow it out. Having more courage to express yourself since the Christmas gift mishap a couple of months ago.
Tucking a loose golden strange behind his ear, you wondered how someone as breathtakingly as beautiful as him could be yours.
But as beautiful as Steve was, he could also be naive. He wanted to see the best in people, which often didn’t let him see what was right in front of him.
How his ex Peggy had been trying to cause problems between you two from day one.
At first she had welcomed you with open arms, with a treacherous smile her red lips had told you that she wanted to be best friends with you. Taking you to the MET museum, of which she was a board member, asking your help in organising a couple of galas and the fundraisers. Shopping with you to make you more presentable to be a CEO’s wife
You were prepared to be wary of her. The fact that Steve was still good friends with his ex, who he had dated for more than five years, didn’t exactly sit well with you, you knew you’d face some troubles there, but then you met her and spent time with her you knew that you did had nothing to worry about.
That was until she, and Steve’s mother, had tried to get you to sign a pre-nup before you both got married.
While Sarah was always nice, you could always sense a tinge of hostility, your intuition told you how she preferred Peggy over you and would much rather have her as Steve’s wife.
With a heavy heart you had told Steve you couldn’t do it. That there was no point in getting married if you would end up divorced eventually. You were ready to cut your losses then, to pack your bags and go home, preparing for the worst. But he understood and said that he wouldn’t be marrying you if he didn’t trust you.
You were glad to have worked out everything, but decided to play nice with ‘Judas', whom you learned had infamously betrayed Jesus from a mass you attended with Steve and Sarah, and pretend that you didn’t know anything about her betrayal.
You shook your head, there was no point in letting her ruin your night, or dictate what you wore. The dress was what you liked and who you were, there was no reason for you to pretend to be like her. Steve liked you because you were nothing like her,
....probably.
You looked over to Steve, tugging his pants up and securing them, you had never once thought you’d be someone who’d have a thing for men in uniforms, they were simply doing their jobs, what the fuck was sexy about uniforms anyway, but that was until you saw your Steve in his...
He really could pull off any color, even something as boring as army green, his chest and built looked almost too broad. Numerous medals adorning his chest. He certainly looked the part of a soldier.
He kissed your temple when he caught you staring at him and you only hoped he couldn’t decipher what was going on in that horny brain of yours.
Steve rarely ever talked about his days in the army. If he did it was about the friends he made and the good times he shared with them. And how army whipped him in shape, made him the man he was.
He had been honorably discharged a couple of years ago, all his army friends only ever spoke highly of him--which wasn’t really surprising.
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“Hello, darling,” she smiled to you in her classy British accent, kissing your cheek before hugging you, “How have you been? Haven’t seen you since new years!”
“I’m good and you look amazing.”
Which wasn’t a complete lie, she did look elegant in her uniform, a lot similar to Steve’s but her coat had flares at the end which gave it a more feminine feel than that of Steve’s.
“So do you,” she beamed, “Oh, you have a little something,” she gestured to the corner of your mouth before wiping some white frosting from your cupcake off with her thumb as you tried to keep your face from cringing.
So far the strong woman act wasn’t coming along so well...
“So...how is married life?”
Wouldn’t you like to know. “It’s very good. You know Steve, he’s just amazing. I’m lucky to have him.”
“Oh, I did heard about your little goof with your erotica from Natalie, and the gift slip up!” she laughed, hooking her arm around yours, she walked with you towards your husband. “And here I was thinking you are a good girl,” she winked.
“I... guess I’m not...”
“I must say though, unfortunately for you I don’t think Steve would like any of that. He’s always been so traditional,” she rolled her eyes, “He has an old soul.”
Yes, you knew that. You knew that he was traditional and an old soul. Of course You did, he was your husband. Why she felt the need to point out the obvious was beyond you. “Well, you know people can be unpredictable,” you countered.
“Yes, well you’re free to explore of course, I just didn’t want you to get your feelings hurt,” she put a hand over yours.
“Peggy,” Steve greeted her.
“Oh don’t mind us. We’re just gossiping about you,” she smirked.
“Really?” he looked over at you with a quizzical face, “All good things I hope.”
“I don’t have anything bad to say about you,” you said giving Peggy a side eye, “Can we dance? Please?”
It didn’t take a lot of convincing because he loved dancing. After a couple of dances it was time for him to give his speech.
Seeing your husband up on the stage, hearing everyone talk about his accomplishments made your heart swell in pride. You really couldn’t believe you were married to someone like him.
You suppose that you understood where Sarah was coming from. It would make sense for someone like Steve to fall for and marry a classy worldly lady like Peggy. There really wasn’t much you could offer him.
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“Steve,” you huffed, trying to yank on the zipper for like the tenth time, while you loved the dress you needed to get out of it and breathe for a while.
“Yes, doll?” he called for you, entering your closet, smiling at your struggling form. “How can I help?”
“You can get me out of this thing!” you said, turning your back to him.
You were really feeling yourself tonight, you had gotten a facial and a manipedi, a blowout, spending hours on getting ready for battle. You thought you looked good and fierce. But then you took off your makeup and your extensions and were reminded of how Peggy was much more effortlessly beautiful than you. She had often been dubbed as a ‘natural beauty’.
“Y/N?”
“Hm?”
“Is something bothering you?” he asked as he unzipped you.
“No. Will you let me change now?” you turned around, to politely ask him to leave.
“You’ve changed in front of me before.”
“Yes, well I can’t right now.”
“Why not?” he frowned.
“Because...” You couldn’t stop your eyes from turning misty, “I’m ugly...”
“What? Who told you that?” His face instantly flushed with anger as he held onto your forearms, and when you didn’t push him away he pulled you in closer to his chest.
“No one needs to. I know it because I’m not blind,” you confessed, the cool metal of his medal digging into your cheek.
“Then maybe we need to get your eye sight checked. Because you’re the prettiest girl in this whole world. I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise.” He stroked your hair, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.
“You’ll have to fight the whole world then.”
“If it comes to that then I will.”
You couldn’t help but smile at how protective he was. Propping your chin up on his chest you blinked at him. “Why didn’t you marry Peggy? She’s so much more beautiful.” Your heart was heavy with so many emotions, usually you wouldn’t give in and ask something so dangerous--a question you weren’t sure you wanted the answer to.
Judging by the frown on his face, you were afraid that you had upset him, but then it softened as his pale baby blues twinkled at you, “Why would you say that, doll? Peggy is beautiful, but I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. I could never even dream of marrying anyone else.”
“I’m sorry,” you sighed. “I know I shouldn’t be comparing myself to others.”
“You really shouldn’t. They don’t measure up to you anyway,” he teased.
“It’s just...” you gulped, not being able to hold his gaze you played with the olive green buttons on his coat, “I heard at the party from Tony, that she will be working with you from now on. Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“You don’t trust me?” his voice cracked.
You whipped your head up, frantically shaking your head from side to side, “No no of course I do! I’m just saying it’s a risky game. To be around her so much... what if old feelings resurface?”
Your heart almost broke as he let go of you, putting some distance between you both, “You know all I ever ask for is that you trust me... and love me. I don’t think it’s a lot.”
You scoffed, “Yeah well, I don’t think me asking you not to work with your ex is a lot. No woman would be okay with her husband spending that much time with her ex.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose, “Why can’t I get through to you?”
“Maybe try speaking at a fourth grade level. Then I’ll understand. Since I don’t have a masters in literature from Sorbonne,” you rolled your eyes. Maybe he was intimidated by how smart Peggy is and decided to go for someone younger and dumber.
“I’ve never... been in love with Peggy or anyone but you really,” he told you, his broad shoulders hunching as he let out a sigh, “Not the way I’m in love with you. We were always more like friends than... lovers.”
“Is that better or worse?” you wondered out loud. Isn’t it important for husband and wife to be friends as well? Was that supposed to be a compliment?
“It’s much better. We would go months without seeing each other, and I didn’t miss her. Like I miss you when I’m at work. I can’t wait to get away and come home to you. Peggy is amazing, and I’ll always have a special place for her in my heart, but I would never even think about cheating on you.
But... I understand where you’re coming from. Maybe I would react the same way if you were to work with an ex. So I can just tell her that she’ll have to work with Nat, or someone else.”
“No,” you blurted.
Absolutely not.
Because A - You really did trust Steve not to stray. He wasn’t that type of man. And B - That would be admitting defeat. Admitting to her that you are afraid of her.
“I do trust you, Steve. I think... I just need to work on myself. If we don’t have trust then we don’t have anything right?”
“I trust you too, honey,” he kissed your forehead. “Just talk to me about this stuff okay? You can’t keep it bottled up.” You nodded as he worked on loosening his tie.
“Um... is that uncomfortable?” you asked, watching him pop open the first button of his shirt.
“The uniform? A little. It’s been a while since I put it on.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t wear it at our wedding.” You smiled. Maybe it was a good thing that he didn’t. While he looked so handsome in the black tux he had worn, the uniform would’ve made him irresistible. You would’ve spent the whole evening swooning over him.
“It didn’t feel right, I just wanted to be myself. Uh... doll,” he quirked a brow as he caught you staring at his crotch, “Hey,” he snapped his fingers, “My eyes are up here.”
“Yes, um, of course,” you whipped your head up as soon as you heard him, since you were too busy trying to make out the outline of his johnson, “And what beautiful eyes you have!”
“Tell me something. What is your obsession with this uniform?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” You decided to feign ignorance.
“Really? You’ve been staring at me all night. Do you not like it? Do you like it? Sometimes I think I don’t understand women at all.”
You probably would’ve appreciated his suit even more so if you hadn’t spent so much time festering in your jealousy. “I think... it’s... kinda hot,” you sighed dreamily as he blushed a crimson red. “You’re like this big strong Captain, and I’m like this small woman, like a damsel in distress type of thing.”
“Oh.” Was the only thing that he said. He never believed you would be into something like that, not from all the feminist rants you tend to go on.
“Oh god. You think I’m a weirdo, don’t you?” You put your hands over your face to hide it from him.
“No no, hey, don’t be like that,” he cooed, pulling your hands away so he could look at your pretty face, “I can be your... big, strong Captain. And you can be my damsel in distress.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah. So... how would it work? Do I save you from a burning building or something?”
“No, sweetie. You’re thinking of a fireman.”
“Oh, right,” he blushed, scratching the back of his neck, “We can do the fireman thing if you like. I can... be a fireman.”
“Steve, we don’t have to do anything.”
“I know. But I want to. Come on! Give me something to work with.”
“Okay,” you cleared your throat. “How about... you keep the suit on?”
“On for how long?” he tilted his head like a cute confused puppy, looking down at his suit, “Oh! You mean on while we’re...”
“Yes. And I could, I don’t know, thank you for serving my country.”
“Yeah. I mean medals and all are nice, but I want a special kind of thanks from you, doll.”
“Ooo,” you felt up his biceps through his coat and shirt, he really was strong. “Do you have anything specific in mind?” you asked, batting your lashes.
“Um... yes.... You get on your knees, miss... I mean ma’am, shit,” he cursed as he awkwardly stumbled over his words. “What do I call you? Are you my wife in this scenario?”
“You can just call me doll, captain. I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” you smiled, cheekily pressing your lips to his in a quick peck but he held onto your waist before you could pull away. Sliping his tongue inside your mouth.
“Alright then, doll. Show me how grateful you are,” he puffed his chest out, so he could appear a bit more dominant.
You only giggled, taking your dress off because there was no way you could kneel in so much tulle.
Standing before him in just a strapless bra and a nude thong, you were vulnerable, but not scared anymore. He was your captain, he’d never ridicule you.
“I’m already feeling appreciated,” he said as he ogled you.
You dropped down to your knees, unbuckling him with some help from him, “It’s so big,” you gasped when you looked at his length, pretending to be seeing it for the first time. Although, you were still always surprised with the sheer monstrosity of it.
“We’ll make it fit, doll. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that,” he smiled, tapping on your mouth, “Open,” he commanded.
You’re a natural, captain. You took a deep breath before opening wide. You’d been having sex regularly for the past three months or so, he had gone down on you more times than you could count, you felt as if he could live between your legs if he could. But he had never once asked you to return the favor, you didn’t have it in you to be the first one to bring it up either.
Licking your lips, you tasted someone of the preejaculate leaking out of his tip before wrapping your mouth around his head, moaning at the salty taste and the essence of him.
“That’s... ugh,” he groaned, “That’s good. Keep going,” he spurred you on, a hand on the back of your head giving you the slightest bit of push.
You took as much of him as you could, stopping halfway through when he hit the back of your throat, you pumped the rest of his length with your palm, holding onto his thick thigh for support, you bobbed your head, increasing your pace when he started moaning loudly.
Rubbing your thighs together to relive some pressure, your throbbing core desperate for some attention and friction, you knew your panties were ruined.
You had read your fair share of cosmos, and the many sex tips they offered, you knew they’d come in handy someday. You swore you remembered reading something about balls... to suck them? Bite them?
You fondled his balls, feeling him tightening in your palm, you were ready to swallow all of you. That was the only proper way of saying thank you.
“Wait,” he growled, pulling you off of him.
You looked up at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, doll,” he heaved, “But I gotta come in your pussy.”
Your jaw dropped, to hear the golden boy using such filthy language. “Whatever you say, captain,” you rasped.
Gasping when he yanked you up, pulling you over his shoulder and carrying you to the bed before throwing you down on the mattress.
Although Steve had always been dominant in bed, it was somewhat lowkey and subtle, he was never rough with you, he treated you as if you were made of glass, right now he was treating you as if you were literally a ragdoll.
“Take off your panties,” he ordered you.
You followed quickly, desperate to have him inside you asap, rolling your thing down your thighs and then getting rid of your bra before he even had to ask. You looked at him through your lashes, waiting patiently for his next command.
He hesitated for a moment before saying, “Now touch yourself.” It had always been a wet dream of his to watch you, instruct you as you got yourself off. Since your intention was to please him... he might as well make most of it.
You blinked at him before nodding, “Yes, captain.”
Fondling your breast you pinched your nipple, pulling on it before hissing exaggeratedly, smirking when you saw his hand twitch to touch you.
“What do I do?” you looked up at him with big doe eyes.
He shook his head, circling a hand around your wrist he shoved two of your fingers inside your mouth, “Suck,” he told you. “You like having your mouth stuffed, don’t you?” he asked as you noisily suckled on his fingers.
You shamelessly nodded, hoping that you’d get more opportunities to suck his cock from now on, he pulled your fingers out, bringing them down between your legs, pushing them into your willing channel. His own thumb rubbing on your clit working you up even moreso.
You threw your head back as you felt your climax approaching. “So close... captain.”
But he pulled your hand away from your pussy, tutting at your disobedience, “I didn’t tell you you could come.” He shook your head, giving you a minute to catch your breath before pushing two of his, much larger fingers inside you, “Gotta get you ready, doll. Since you’re so small.”
“Oh! It’s too much...” you moaned, holding onto the bedding.
“How're you gonna take my dick then, doll,” you watched as he licked your slick off of his fingers, “You taste like heaven, honey.”
“Thank you, captain.”
He unbuttoned his coat, he would be much freer without it and fuck you properly like you deserved.
You rolled your eyes when he folded his coat setting down on the floor, when you were literally lying naked before him with your legs spread wide, waiting as his tie and pants followed, “Really?” you scoffed.
“Can’t have them getting dirty, doll.” He knelt on the bed, now only in his shirt, spreading your legs a bit further so he could make room for himself, nudging your intimate lips apart with his length before slowing sinking into you.
He stayed like that for a bit, inside your heat, it felt as if he would explode then and there but he had to savor the moment. To have such a pretty girl wrapped around him.
Hovering over you he placed his elbows on sides of your head so he wouldn’t put too much of his weight on you, and so he could look at your as he fucked you.
He moved his hips against yours, rocking slow and steady, “You like that, doll?”
“Yes,” you nodded as he pulled on your hair to bare your neck to him. Biting your neck to mark you as his, “Do it harder, please, captain.”
“Harder?” he spoke against your neck, pinning both your hands above your head as he started rigorously pounding into you. “That hard enough?”
You were too fucked out to give a coherent answer, or to do anything but nod pathetically and take whatever he gave you.
“Ima come...” you clenched around him as your orgasm washed over you, rendering you immobile and weightless.
He thrusted into you a couple of times before filling you up to the brim - just as he had promised.
“Thank you, doll. That was really nice,” he smiled, laying beside you and pulling you closer to him, he kissed your forehead.
“Thank you, captain. You sure know how to treat a lady right...”
“Maybe we can do this more often,” he suggested as you nodded in reply.
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NSFW Prompts / Ink Drinker Modern Vikings AU Request [Ivar x F!Reader]
full series is here
request by: @quantumlocked310
author’s note: you can find the complete NSFW prompt list here, and you can find the request by the love of my life, I mean @quantumlocked310 here. also, see if you can spot my new favorite HC for this series!
content warnings: we’re taking another trip (no, not in our favorite rocket ship), back to before these two dumb asses were out to everyone. even though, everyone basically knew it. this is mostly just sweet fluff, like you’ll need an insulin shot.
prompt: “to skinny dip with my muse”
synopsis: a weekend retreat proves to you how much Ivar is already devoted.
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“Ivar went up to the lake house for the weekend, he said ‘for inspiration’ but I’m sure it to fuck,” Ubbe said.
“Oh, I bet Y/N went up there too!” Hvitserk laughed. “I’ll have to text her, see what her excuse is.”
“I wonder how much longer they’re going to hide it from us, they’re practically a couple anyways.” Ubbe groaned, tossing the popcorn through the air to land on his tongue.
“Do you know how hard it is not to turn to her in the ambulance and just go “so how big is my little brother’s dick, Y/N’?” Hvitserk said. “I just want to see the look on her face before she kills me.”
“Probably the same as yours,” Ubbe started. “You two are fraternal twins after all.”
“Thanks, Ubbe, not a thought I wanted to think.” Hvitserk groaned.
The drive isn’t very long, low hum to the playlist in the mustang, your reflection in the glass as you tell Ivar about the week’s worth of calls, detail by ever loving disgusting detail. And not once does he stop you, not once does he grimace or groan, he tells you to keep going and he asks you questions about such as you blabber to him. The sun had just set as the gravel road takes to the tires, crunching as the engine slowed, rolling around the bend of the driveway and parking next to the cabin. You’re silent as you gaze at the view, pure water with the rays of diminishing sun and the breeze blows an immediate calmness through your whole body.
Dotting the sky with a speckle of tiny lights, when night finally crept over, you two had taken to the blanket on the small patch of grass that lead to the dock. Cobble stone path in between you and the shore line as you rested your head across Ivar’s chest. Steady beating of his heart in your ears while his hands never stopped their small strokes over your shoulders, tracing your spine, but going no lower, no dirtier than he was known for. Almost as if he was trying to gauge your time together with something other than the tangles of sheets and the moans, and you gladly accepted this side of Ivar. The peaceful, relaxed side.
“Those three dots are—”
“The summer triangle,” Ivar answers. “And those, make up Sagittarius,” He adds, pulling you closer to him as the summer air laps at bare skin.
“What about that one?” You ask, pointing your finger back at the sky.
“That’s Libra—kinda like you,” Ivar answers through a breath of clouds as he chuckles before pulling your hand back down as he places a peck over you knuckles.
“I’m not a Libra, actually, I’m a—”
“I meant the air sign part,” Ivar snorts. “You have strong intellect and a good mind,” He adds, taking his finger down the bridge of your nose. Your face wrinkles into a smile as your own eyes sparkle in the moon light, rivaling the great sky before you two.
“I didn’t know you knew about constellations,” You whisper.
“My mother used to bring me outside at night when I couldn’t sleep and she would show me the stars, and tell me the tales about each one. Sometimes I made myself stay awake just to hear her talk,” Ivar hums, turn of his lips against your forehead.
“You think I have a good mind?” You whisper, curling back up against him, inhaling the scent of his cologne from his neck line and he only hums as you nuzzle closer. “Not a dirty one?”
“I never said good can’t mean dirty,” Ivar laughs, bringing and arm out to his side to crack his elbow, popping it with a snap before curling it back around you. “Did you tell Hvitserk what you were doing this weekend?”
“No, I don’t always have to talk to him, goof ball. And he doesn’t always need to know what I’m doing, even if it’s you.” And Ivar only snorts.
“I didn’t just bring you out here for sex,”
“Oh, you’re going to kill me? Great, thank you.”
“I can’t spend time with you, without my dick being inside of you?” Ivar asks and there was a tone in his question that warranted a serious answer, like he was baring his soul and opening it before you in the night sky.
“You can, Ivar. I really like it actually,” You answer, pushing yourself up and pecking the corner of his mouth. His eyes are closed as you do so, and he fears if he opens them you’re not going to be there—it’ll all have been a dream and he’s asleep in his bed in his flat, cold and alone and sad. But they finally peel apart and catch the moon light, glimmering and lightening and you lean down to kiss his mouth, only to pull back up so you can look at him. “Your eyes are really blue…” You hum.
“I let my Dad know that you said that,” Ivar teases, cheeky smirk and you only giggle, lean back down to peck his mouth a final time but his hand stops you. Holding your head near his as his mouth takes on a war against yours, a low vibration through Ivar’s chest as he kisses you, and you can feel it from where your hand is stationed. You’re moved slowly, pushed back along the blanket and Ivar is over you, holding his weight on his forearms as his lips move with yours. It’s a slow dance they take to, a waltz that’s not hurried like most of his kisses have been. He’s savoring you now, enjoying the hours with just you and no worry for the moment you two might be caught by someone. And Ivar realizes this is what he likes more—most of all so far, between the two of you, the hidden times alone where he can enjoy you, savor you and worship you like the Goddess you are.
Your nails rake against his neck as he settles between your bent knees, nose squishing against yours and you moan as one of his hands takes on a journey down your curves. Supple touches and soft strokes from his fingerprints gracing you, touching you like a prized relic he wants to admire. Ivar’s mouth finally pulls back enough as he rests his forehead against yours, and when you open your eyes to peek up, his are still closed and there’s a soft smile on his swollen lips.
“Do you want to go swimming?” He asks suddenly.
“Yes, I love the thought of whatever is lurking in those waters having a chance to touch me.” You say back.
“I’ll hold you,” Ivar starts, moving away. “It’ll be fine trust me,” And he’s pulling you up to sit, peeling his own shirt off and then taking yours with you and you can’t help but laugh as he moves. Fingers unhooking your bra and his lips trace your shoulder blades as he works.
“Ivar—no—not fucking naked!” You squeak as he lifts you up.
“I can throw you in?”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” You hiss as he wraps you in his arms. “I will give you blue balls for the next six months,”
“Noted,” Ivar chuckles, bare feet slipping into the shore line and you shriek quietly as the water graces the backs of your thighs, chilling the heated skin and your arms are wrapped around Ivar for dear life.
“We’re not having sex in the lake,” You mumble against him and he nods, lets out a fake whine and you laugh as you feel his hands swarm your back. “And you’re going to cut your feet on the rocks,”
“Would you stop worrying for thirty seconds?” Ivar asks you, his hands dipping into the lake before he lets the water trickle down your back.
“My record is twenty, but I can try,” You answer, lips on his neck as the same wet hands start against the ends of your hair, easing you into the lake as you shiver against him slightly. “Feels nice,” You whisper and he hums as you take your own hand and drip water over his shoulder.
“Thanks for coming up with me,” Ivar says to you suddenly and you move your head away to look at him when he talks.
“Of course, Ivar,” You smile back and he can still see it, even in the darkness of the evening as you push your mouth against his gently. His hands skim your thighs, around the swell of your ass and take to your hips. You hum against him as his hands roam, sending butterflies through you. “We’re still not having sex in the lake,”
“I’ll be quick,” Ivar tries.
“As suppose to what?” You tease and Ivar scoffs. His noise makes you laugh and there’s water splashed in your face a second later; small waves you’re eager to give back before laughter rings between the two of you. “I’m only teasing, you know that I like it.” You giggle and you sag against him as he relaxes beneath the water.
“I like it too,” Is all Ivar replies as you two stay still, relishing in each others company as the lake moves around your bodies. You know Ivar’s caught feelings, it’s so evident in how he’s holding you, how he’s being around you, and you keep you mouth closed under tight lock and key, and simply enjoy the moment. Because you know that you’ve caught them too.
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Can I ask your opinion? So, I feel like everyone into 3H is in love with Dimitri, but I can't connect with him. I don't dislike him, but I feel like there isn't much to his personality without all his various mental health issues. It's hard to get a feel on what he's really like, so I end up just seeing him as a walking ball of trauma and not a three-dimensional character. Do you have any thoughts on Dimitri himself and how to separate him as a person from his psychological issues? Thanks!
Hmm, I guess my first thought is that everyone resonates with characters differently and so if you don’t particularly feel connected to him, that’s not wrong. Fictional parasocial relationships are very similar to real-life relationships, so it follows that nobody is going to like every character. I can’t say that a portion of my love for his character doesn’t come from his mental issues because that’s something I personally relate to and feel drawn to in others. That’s just who I am and how I build relationships. There is also something to be said for the unavoidable way mental illness informs a person’s behavior and character, it’s as much an aspect of them as being born with blond hair or losing an eye.
That said, I will do my best to explain why I think Dimitri is wonderful. Not in spite of his mental illness, but because I don’t think that’s all he is.
So, Dimitri is, as he says, a very clumsy person. This unfortunately extends to his social skills. He has a lot of very socially awkward tendencies and a general lack of self-awareness. This contrasts with his innate desire to please people, or at least avoid upsetting anyone. The thing is, Dimitri doesn’t always completely understand what upsets people or how exactly they might feel. His childhood isolation left him rather emotionally unaware and desperate for the acceptance and approval of others. That’s not to say he doesn’t try to understand other people’s feelings, but it’s not an intuitive process. He has a habit of saying kind of dumb or uncomfortable things out of nowhere, which is most likely his real feelings coming out in rather inept ways. He means well, but he’s just so dang clumsy.
The desperation to be included and validated I mentioned, I think, can be seen in the way he tries so hard to make the other Blue Lions see him as a peer and equal all the while keeping himself rather closed off from them. Dimitri approaches conversations as a means of focusing on the other person, trying to make an appeal to them rather than as an interaction where both parties could be seen as vulnerable. Of course, just like most other socially awkward introverts, he opens up when he feels closer to the person, but that takes a while. Gotta unlock the supports, you know? Although it’s not necessarily obvious, his incredibly stiff behavior (especially pre-timeskip) and the way he switches between overly formal and awkwardly friendly in his interactions with people as he tries to figure out how to socially and emotionally navigate relationships really gives me the impression of someone trying desperately to fit in without even the faintest clue of how to actually manage that. He also does his best to avoid social situations, which, mood. Basically, Dimitri’s a big dumb massive introvert trying to act like he’s not.
FURTHERMORE, he is a dork. An absolute goof of a person. Dimitri canonically thinks so-bad-its-good puns and jokes are hilarious. His own style of telling jokes is saying things that may or may not have contextual humor in a normal voice and then claiming after the fact that he intended it as such. Now, his supports with Alois are absolute factual proof of the so-bad-its-good humor, but might I also direct your attention to the scene before the battle against Miklan in Conand Tower (the event name is “Tower in a Storm (Blue Lions)”). Basically, Gilbert is explaining the history behind Conand Tower and Dimitri says, in an incredibly earnest voice, “You’re very well informed, Gilbert. Please, tell us more.” This is a joke. Supposed to be, at least. The delivery is somewhat emphasized, but not in a recognizably sarcastic way. Gilbert, who knew Dimitri very well when he was young, realizes it’s a joke after a second. But there are other things Dimitri says that I believe are his bad “jokes” and since nobody knows him well enough to tell, they don’t call him on it. There’s no proof, but his line in the Lord’s intro where he says, ��And here I thought you were acting as a decoy for the sake of us all.” to Claude has to be an attempt at sarcasm. Dimitri is oblivious, but not stupid. In his Goddess Tower conversation with Byleth, when discussing the topic of wishes, he says, “Perhaps it would make more sense for me to wish that we’ll be together forever. What do you think?” In a completely normal voice. Following are two speech bubbles of “...” before he laughs and proclaims that it’s just a joke and that he’s getting better at telling them. Now, this is a two-parter because I see this as both his horribly awkward tendency to say things he feels without thinking too hard beforehand as well as his silly deadpan style of “jokes”. Granted, he does apologize. Dimitri’s got socially awkward zoomer humor. It’s endearing.
Here is a video of Dimitri hitting on Byleth pre-timeskip. I’m not sure how far it goes to endear someone to him, but the mostly awkward and occasionally smooth attempts of Dimitri’s flirtations are absolutely a highlight of his character.
Now, this isn’t quite as cute as all that, but I think character arc and change do a lot for making a character feel more three-dimensional. Dimitri is hypocritically selfish. Although those are both negative terms, I don’t necessarily mean them as such, at least not in their totality. Both are things to overcome, which he does. And that’s why I feel like they’re a valid point of discussion when trying to explain the allure of his character.
The hypocritical part comes from the way he easily allows and forgives the flaws of others while constantly castigating himself for the same reasons. He says things that show an absurd amount of a lack of self-awareness. For example, he tells Edelgard, “Hm. You will prove a lacking ruler yourself if you look for deceit behind every word and fail to trust those whom you rely on.” All the while straight-up lying to and emotionally avoiding his friends. Dimitri also tells Marianne, when she is punishing herself for putting other people at risk, “What matters is that they came back safely in the end. You shouldn’t blame yourself for that.” Really, his C and B with Marianne is an exercise in hypocrisy. The standards Dimitri has for himself are incredibly, unattainably high. He’s setting himself up for failure in that way and, to an extent, knows what he’s doing because he knows that those same standards are too much for his friends and allies to meet. He wishes to take on everything himself. But, what I find so beautiful about this, is that Dimitri eventually realizes that he can’t do that. He is not strong enough to take on the weight of the world on himself, he comes to understand that it’s something he must allow himself to share with the people who care about him. He comes to realize that, as difficult as it is to accept, he is a weak person. Despite all of his introversion and inability to emotionally open up, he figures out that having a support system and allowing yourself to rely on people who love you is a necessity. Personally, I think this message is incredibly important in real life. Watching Dimitri come to that conclusion and argue it’s importance really rounded out his arc and journey as a person. Now, the relatability of this conclusion will differ, but I don’t think it has to do with his mental illness as much as it is a fundamental aspect of growth.
The selfishness is basically outlined above. Dimitri is selfish about his pain and secrets, purposefully and selfishly driving people away because he wants to keep the burden to himself. His vice is guilt and he indulges in the pain of it like an addiction. Hatred, too, is a drug. He thinks he needs it to keep going, even though all it does is bring agony to himself and others around him. Learning to accept and let go of these feelings is, again, something I think is important and a character arc that I really love, especially when you see him suffer as much as he does. Now, the execution of this is lacking, I admit. But that’s an issue for another time I think.
I am not quite sure if I did much to change your opinion, but this is all I can think of for now. There is probably a lot more than I’ve left out because I think about Dimitri far too much to be healthy. So, I’ll leave you off with some honorable mention aspects of his character that I think are super fun:
Pre-timeskip Dimitri has his hair tucked behind his ear. He can lift a wagon by himself. In the DLC, when faced with an impossible-to-open gate, it was not muscle man Balthus who said he couldn’t open it, but twinkish teen Dimitri. He’s not really smooth with one-liners. Like, at all. Notably, when attacking Manuela post-timeskip, he says, “Perhaps I should have appeared before you holding a bouquet of flowers, rather than the weapon that will end your life.” Adding to this, at one point, Dimitri fucked up a pick-up line so badly the girl came after him. Areadbhar has a mitten on it in the Azure Moon final picture. He breaks everything. His Crest activation ability even supports this, using twice the durability of any given Combat Art. One of his post-timeskip counselor messages is, “I lived in the slums for a long time, and I saw how the people there suffered from poverty and the ravages of war. There must be something I can do to save them." His room in the academy is right next to Sylvain’s, meaning that for almost an entire year Dimitri was a single wall away from hearing whatever nonsense Sylvain was getting up to. Dimitri is the only Lord that takes the throne and doesn’t abandon his people in some form or another.
And, finally, he is pretty sexy. And that’s all that really matters, isn’t it?
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Every night and every morning // John Shelby x Female!Reader
Hi everyone ! First of all I really hope you and your family are all doing fine. This quarantine sucks but it is much needed ! Don’t worry it won’t last. I hope that this will give you a little bit of joy if you know what I mean 😏 This is one is a request from @enjoy-the-destruction asking: “Wondering if you would do a smut based around the same time as Peaky and John manages to make the reader squirt for the first time? 🤞☺️ As many words as you like, as smutty as you like. You know I love your style 🥰” Thank you again girl for the request ! I had fun writing this piece :)
Words: 3k wtf ?
Warnings: smutty smut smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving), squirt, fluff, tiny bit of angst, bad English because your girl is French
YOU MUST BE 18+ TO READ THIS
It was such a good night. You hadn't shared one like this with John in a long time. He was always here and there, dealing with some “serious business”, as he always says, with his brothers. The rare evenings you spent together were usually late nights actually, when he’s done with his family. You always come second, and it started to really bother you.
“John, it’s 2 in the morning, what the hell are you doing here ?” you yawned, annoyed he made you get up from you bed.
“I just wanted to see my favourite girl” he grinned trying to step in your apartment. He frowned when he realised you’re not letting him in. “What’s going on ?”
“I’m working early tomorrow and I’m tired.” you stomped clearly wishing for this conversation to end so you can go back to sleep.
“It’s alright love, I can just lay in your bed with you, we’re not forced to make love.” he caressed your cheek but you moved your head to let his hand fall.
“I’m not just tired physically, John” you sighed. “I’m tired mentally because I always come second. You come see me only when you are done with your family and your job. I’m never your number one priority. Never. You knock on my door in the middle of the night, waking me up and expect me to let you in so you can have your fuck and leave in the early morning. And I’m dumb because I always let you in, because I love you.” You were whispering so fast to not wake the whole building up, that you were out of breath. Also because your heart was beating so fast. You didn’t know if it was because you were angry or because it was simply John who had this effect on you everytime you see him. Maybe a little bit of both.
John was caught out of surprise. He didn’t know you were feeling like this. “Love, you’re not my second priority. You’re my family you’re-”
“Am I now ?” you cut him on the verge of crying. He saw your eyes glistening because of the tears that were threatening to fall, so he cupped your face with his reassuring hands.
“Of course. Look, I am so sorry if I made you feel like you were not important to me. You’re the most precious thing I have in my life. I’m so sorry, please, Y/N let me make it up, I-” you broke free from his grip, letting a tear run down his fingers as you go.
“You should go.” you just said, avoiding his eyes.
“Y/N, love” he tried to reach for you again, but you stepped back.
“Go.” you choked a sob. He tried to catch your eyes one last time before going. You closed the door and heard his footsteps go down the stairs.
The next day you got prepared for work. You hated being late so you always make sure to wake up early enough to have all the time you need. Everything was calculated. You grabbed your bag and opened the door only to see John standing outside your apartment. You jumped out of surprise.
“Jesus !” you gasped, a hand on your chest. “John…” he had a big smile on his face and a bouquet of flowers, your favourite, in his hands.
“I’m sorry, love, I didn’t want to scare you I was about to knock on the door”
“What are you doing here ?” you asked, still happy to see him even after last night.
He handed you the flowers and you tried your hardest to hide your smile. “I want to take you out tonight. Just us. At a regular hour of the evening.” You puffed a shy laugh. “Like before. Please, Y/N, say yes.” You looked at him and couldn’t resist to his beautiful blue eyes.
“Alright.” you ceded. John breathed again, a relieved smile spread on his face. He kissed you hard, crushing the flowers between your bodies.
“Mmm John ! The flowers !” you said your lips squeezed on his. You both laughed as he let you go put them in a vase. When you come back, John grabbed you by the hips and kissed you. Again and again, until you broke it.
“John, I’m going to be late for wo-” he cut you with another kiss making you forget what you were saying.
“Who cares about work, love ?” he mumbled against your rosy lips.
“Well I do, and I’m surprised to hear you say that” you responded taping his shoulder playfully. He rolled his eyes amused and let you go.
“Lemme walk you there, eh ?” he proposed caressing your cheek with his thumb. You smiled brightly and nodded, closing the door behind you.
When you walk outside, John automatically took your hand. Gosh, you missed him. And he missed you too. Everything looked so normal. You and him, walking hand in hand in the streets, goofing around, like a normal couple. Almost normal. He described you what he is going to be up to today and that was what brung you back to almost normal. You didn’t really like his “family business”, always worried he wouldn’t come back from it. But he does, so you try to not think a lot about it. You arrived at the clothing shop you’re working to. John spun you around so that your chest meets his. You giggled looking at him and his goofiness.
“I see you tonight, huh ?” he says with a smirk and a velvet voice, giving you chills. You nodded biting your lips and kissed him softly but he deepened it. You chuckled and let him go, pushing him away slightly. “Seven o’clock” he reminded you pointing his fingers and walking backwards.
“I know ! Leave now” you chuckled before entering the shop.
At seven o’clock sharp, John knocked on your door. He didn’t want to let one minute slips away of this night with you. The draught from the doorway when you opened it took with it your perfume that intoxicated John. He discovered you in a lavender dress, hair in its natural state with a hair clip on the side, the one he offered you for your last birthday. You were breathtaking and he was speechless.
“Love, you are…” he tried to find compliments but all of them were not enough to describe you. You smiled, feeling your cheeks becoming rosy.
“It’s a dress from the new collection at the shop. Thought I’d might buy it for our date. Do you like it ?” you asked shyly. He took your hand to make you twirl so he can take an overall look.
“You look like heaven, Y/N. I can’t believe you're my girl” he pulled you against his chest to place a chaste kiss on your forehead before adding one more passionate on your lips. He locked his eyes on yours, remembering every color nuances they have. “Let’s go ?” you nodded and followed him to his car which he opened for you and helped you climb in.
It was such a good night. You had dinner in this new fancy and very romantic restaurant in town, laughing, sharing everything you two missed from the other, drinking wine. You hadn’t have a night like this in a long time. Since your fourth date actually, and you’ve been together for two years now. John offered you to leave the restaurant and ending the night at his house, which you agreed.
You both stumbled in his house, laughing too hard on a joke John made. You took off your coats and laughed some more making your way to the living room. He walked towards you, catching you in his arms to steady you. You tried to catch your breath back when he cupped your delicate face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. He stared at you so lovingly, your heart stopped for a moment.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry you thought you were not important to me. I should have said no to Tommy when he called me. Spend more time with you, showing you how much I can’t live without you. I’m sorry, love.” He brushed away a strand of hair behind your ear. “I promise I will make things change to be with you more often. Every night and every morning, actually”.
Your heart sped up to his oath. “Really ?” you searched for a lie in his eyes but you didn’t find it.
“Really.” He kissed you softly and then more intensely, sliding his large hands to your waist and hips. You whined at his touch and felt your heat rising. John groaned when your fingers scrapped his hairless scalp. “Let me show you how much important you are to me, love, ‘right ?” you kissed him in response and let him lead the movements.
He lifted you in his muscular arms that always make you feel safe and protected, and climbed the stairs to the bedroom, while you explored his neck with your lips. He then put your feet back on the ground once you reached the room, at the bottom of the bed. Catching your lips with his, he started to undress you. His fingers were soft, never failing to give you chills, unbuttoning the back of your dress. When he flipped the last one, you slipped your hand under the sleeve on your shoulder to help him take it off.
“Don’t.” he stopped you, breaking the kiss. “Let me undress you. Let me make you feel good. Please” his last word expelled in a sigh, almost like a pray. You removed your hand to let him have full access to your body. He picked up his kiss from where he'd left it and he made your dress flow over your skin like a river, living you in only your undergarments. They were white and delicate. As soon as he put his eyes on you, he imagined what your wedding night would look like.
“Sweetheart…” he attempted to say something but he words died on lips when you connected yours. “You want to take off my clothes ?” he suggested.
“Yes…” you whispered. You started with his vest throwing it away in a hurry.
“Easy, naughty girl” he chuckled, “Take your time, we’ve got all night”. You took a deep breath and forced your movements to slow down.
You unbuttoned his dress shirt and caressed his torso, feeling every inch of his hot skin, from his V-line to his chest and shoulders, finally resting your hands on the back of his neck, pulling him towards you to kiss him. When your mouths played together, that’s when you decided to take off his shirt fully exposing his upper body. Oh how you loved this part of his body. Toned, broad, warm, freckles all over. You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. You trailed small and wet kisses all over his chest, shoulders, arms and abs, before unfasten his belt and his pants button. Your delicate fingers grazing his lower belly skin gave him an electric discharge of desire that he restrained his hardest with a grunt.
“Fuck… Y/N… How do you do to always drive me crazy ?” you gave him an innocent look in response confirming his question. You pushed his pants and underpants all the way to his ankles. When you got up you made sure that your lower lip leave an unholy wet trail along his shaft making him lose his mind. “Oooh…” he exhaled in a groan “Y/N… You don’t fucking know what you’re up to”. And how true was that.
John took your legs and wrapped them around him to make you both fall on the bed. He was eager almost hungry. Kissing every bit of your skin while taking off your bra, biting your nipples, sucking hickeys, making you moaning mess. You felt hot spots growing everywhere he put his lips on your body.
“You sound like an angel, baby” you moaned again “Look at you, so fucking beautiful” he guided his hand from your breast to your lower belly, stopping right above your pulsating clit.
“John, please…”
“What do you want, love ?” he whispered in your ear sending shivers on your scalp. “Is it my fingers ? Or my mouth ?” he teased.
“Mmm both ! John baby, I want both…” you begged.
“As you wish” he said in a raspy voice, before sliding in your panties and between your pussy lips. His long middle finger spread your arousal on your folds and started to circle your clit. He aligned his mouth with your cunt, you moaned feeling his hot breath against it. He removed his finger from your clit and placed his tongue instead.
“John…” you whined “I said I want both” you pleaded. He introduced one finger in your pussy travelling back and forth.
“Is it better, love” he hummed against your clit.
“Mmm, two fingers p-please..” he added the second finger earning from you a loud gasp when they hit your sweet spot. “Fuck John, it’s so amazing, gosh…” He kept his work with his tongue and fingers, giving you all the pleasure you need. John knew when you were close by the way you were breathing and moaning, that’s why when your breathing was more jerky and you whines louders, he accelerated his pace.
“Come on baby girl, cum for me. First orgasm of the night, there's more to come. Cum all over my tongue and fingers like the good girl that you are” his words stimulated you and you came undone on his now puffed lips and soaked fingers, screaming his name.
You tried to catch back your breath but John decided you had enough time off. He kissed you so you can taste yourself “Taste fantastic honey, huh ? Always so fucking delicious for me” he mumbled against your neck. You felt his hard cock against your sensitive core, playing unintentionally with your clit. John grabbed it and pushed it in you, both of you moaning and grunting.
“John, oh god ! Please…”
“You want me to move, darling ? Want me to fuck you ?” he groaned above your lips. You pathetically nodded wanting him more than ever. He started his pace slow but not for long. He also wanted you desperately. He moved faster and faster until you both reached your high.
“Jo-John, fuck ! I’m gonna cummm…” you fought to say, your legs around him and your nails scratching his back trying to hold onto something, making him go even crazier.
“Gotcha baby doll… cum for me eh ? Please cum for me, ffffuck your pussy is unbelievable !” his thrusts were rougher more animalistic, giving you your second orgasm of the night. You screamed his name, lost in curse words. However John didn’t stop, chasing his own release.
“Gonna help me cum, love ? Huh ?” he locked your nipple between his lips feeling your soft skin on his mouthfeel and tongue. To help him cum, he quickly changed positions, pounding you from behind you on all four, or on your back legs up, on your stomach face down.
He switched one last time the position, on your back your legs spread and his hands holding your knees. “I want to see your beautiful face, Y/N. Want to see how much I make you feel good when I’m fucking hard that pretty pussy of yours” you couldn’t respond, it was impossible, not when he was pounding into you this good.
“Fuck, you’re the best thing I have Y/N love… The best fucking thing…” he was grunting so loud like a beast. You felt a knot in your stomach but this one was different from the others. It was more intense, like a fire ball burning inside of you. You rolled your eyes back, mouth open wide, and let your orgasm wash over you, in the same time than John’s. You shot your eyes open when you felt your body producing something you never did before. You squirted. All over John’s torso. You're inhaling heavily not understanding what just happened. You looked at John’s face who had the biggest grin and proud look on his face.
“Wh-what… Honey, I’m sorry, I don’t know-” you stuttered embarrassed, trying to wipe your ejaculation off of his body. He took your small wrist in his big hand to stop you.
“Well baby girl, I can assure you that I’m gonna be way more often at home now that I know how to make you squirt” he smirked pulling you closer to him to kiss you delicately. “Come on love, gotta clean up” he whispered softly. The John who was bestial two minutes ago was now the most gentle being on earth. He actually was like this most of the time with you.
“I-I can’t… my legs…” he smiled to you and left the bed to go the bathroom to take a wet towel. He delicately removed all traces of what had just happened off of your body, kissing you here and there to relax you, before doing the same on him. He threw the towel away and laid next to you, embracing you his arms. He waited to hear your soft and regular respirations signaling him that you were sleeping before letting himself rest.
The next morning, you woke up before him, in the exact same position that you fell asleep the previous night. You moved a little to admire him. He looked so peaceful and divine. Your heart beating faster at the thought of seeing him like this more often now. John felt your glare on him and opened slowly his eyes.
“Good morning, love” he whispered in a smile and pecked your lips.
Yes, you really could get used to this.
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What we become -Part 11
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Steve had decided to drag you along to see Sharon after you two had your "reunion" of sorts. You had dozed off and on for a few hours after you two
had spent considerable time exploring each other, thoroughly.
But honestly, you were still tired and slightly sore and just wanted sleep.A few more hours in Steve's arms would have been nice and you
told him as much but he was clearly a man on a mission, insisting he wanted to formally break the news to Sharon after which
you two were "not supposed to get out of bed, ever". Steve's words, not yours.
You were not comfortable with the idea of being a part of this confrontation, or "discussion" as Steve said but he insisted that he wanted you
to be there, saying there was nothing better than Sharon's corroboration of Steve's side of the story, to clear your head of any lingering doubts.
He appeared confident that Sharon won't mind one bit since there was nothing romantic between them and they were just friends, in fact she might be
happy as the burden of breaking this alliance off would fall on Steve in front of both families.
He playfully rolled his eyes and dragged you along " for the 4th time sweetheart, there is nothing to worry about, trust me"
He gave you a boyish grin and opened the door. Steve had asked Sharon to come to Asgard,the one nearer to his place,
Even though it wasn't the same outlet, visiting this place brought back so many memories, most of them happy and quite a few involving Steve.
As if reading your mind, Steve turned around and pecked you on the lips, eyes shining with so much love that you couldn't stop a smile
from spreading on your lips.
You eyes caught movement behind Steve, spotting Sharon standing up from her sitting position with a frown on her face. Following your lead,
Steve turned around and smiled at Sharon, which she hesitantly mirrored.
"What is going on?" Sharon blurted as soon as you two neared her table. She eyed your intertwined fingers and then looked back at up Steve,
not making eye contact with you at all.
You just knew this was not going to go as Steve expected.
Steve, oblivious to all this, beamed at you and squeezed your hand before addressing Sharon "Remember Shar, I told you I fell in love long
ago but there was no hope for me" Sharon gave no outward response but a twitch in her eye told you she had heard him.
Steve looked back towards you and continued " Well, looks like there is hope after all"
There was a pause where Steve continued beaming at you, Sharon stood there like a statue and you were torn between smiling back at Steve, eyeing Sharon for a reaction and exploring imaginary dirt on your shoes.
You should have asked Steve to do this alone, it was weird accompanying your boyfriend while he was breaking up with his fiance.
God! This sounded so bad with no context.
"What is the meaning of this Steve?" Sharon had tears in her eyes and that is what broke Steve out of his lovesick stupor "you said that to me when I left for fashion school".
You immediately looked between Steve and Sharon while Steve looked like a fish out of water. Opening his mouth several times to say something and then closing.
After a tense few seconds, Steve, finally, spoke "Sharon, I know I never said that to you. Cmon, stop goofing around, my girl here is gonna leave me again" The easygoing air Steve was aiming for did not hit its mark.
There were tears streaming down Sharon's eye "Why do you keep doing this Steve.We are getting married in a few months, please stop this nonsense now. I am not putting up with this anymore, I won't pretend to break up with you just so you could fuck some random gir, again!"
If that wasn't a bucket of cold water, you didn't know what was.
You tried snatching your hand back from Steve but he held on, if anything, his grip tightened
"No, you are not running away from me again" he spoke to you before turning to Sharon " I don't know what game you are playing but you need to stop now.
We are not getting married, no date has been announced and it never will and I never asked for your approval to fuck any girl"
You hissed and tried yanking your arm back.
Steve realised what he said "I don't sleep around with random girls sweetheart, that's what I meant"
Sharon interrupted and spoke directly to you now "I don't know what lies he has told you but he has done this exact thing multiple times before.
At that time, I let it go because I love him too much and didn't want him to feel tied down but now so close to our wedding, this is unacceptable"
"Sharon,I am warning you. I will call your mother and tell her the truth about the baby if you don't stop fucking lying" Steve was pissed now.
"What baby, waa..Steve what complicated story have you weaved this time. Honestly, I don't care. Come back to me when you are ready to apologise and then we will talk"
Sharon grabbed her things and stood upto Steve "..and No, you don't have my permission to fuck her"
Now,that pissed you off. Who the hell did she think she was?
"Too late for that now" You spit at her and she turned to look at you horrified but recovered quickly.
"Great, just great. Another conquest added to the list. Did she ask you to break up with me so you could fuck her the second time. Is she that good a lay? Fine, have it your way. Come to me when you are bored of her" Sharon glared at you and tried rounding Steve to leave but Steve grabbed her arm and pulled out his phone.
"I am calling Mrs. Barned right now if you don't tell y/n the truth"
Sharon scoffed "Sure, go ahead"
Steve sighed " I am sorry Sharon but you have left me with no choice"
Steve dialed her number and put the phone on speaker "If you confess, I will hang up"
Sharon stood expressionless, crossing her arms in front of her.
Mrs. Barnes picked up the phone and she had the same annoying tilt in her voice that Sharon had "Hi Steve, how are you honey"
Steve looked at Sharon for a beat who just raised an eyebrow at him.
"I am good Mrs. Barnes, I have called you to confess something to you"
You realised that everyone in Asgard had gone quiet. Jesus! Every single person in the sparsely crowded bar was looking at you three.
"Oh go ahead honey. What is it?"
"The baby Sharon miscarried wasn't mine. She was in love with some guy named Stephen and he was the father of her child. I agreed to take the blame just to keep her out of trouble" Steve spoke softly on the phone and you were so thankful that he kept his temper in check given the delicate nature of this declaration. He truly was a gentleman.You squeezed his hand softly and tried giving him a small smile, which fell the moment the next words were out of Mrs. Barnes' mouth.
"What baby are you talking about Steve?"
You stopped breathing.
Steve blanched and started saying something on the phone, which you couldn't hear over the ringing in your ears.
Sharon had a smirk on her lips when your eyes met.
There was pindrop silence in Asgard apart from Steve's vehement conversation on the phone.
You wanted the earth to swallow you.
Your cheeks heated up from embarrassment and you started looking at possible exits.
But then a lightbulb went on in your head.
You put your hand over Steve's cheek and saw Sharon tense in the periphery while Steve stopped speaking on the phone and looked at you with pleading eyes.
"Please believe me. I don't know why she..."
"Shh, it's okay baby. Whatever happened in the past doesn't really matter to me. What matters is today and our future, I know you love me and I love you. You can break up with Sharon and we will be on our way"
If Steve was shocked by your words, he didn't show it. He just stayed rooted on the spot, his eyes asking you a million questions at once.
But before he could say something and ruin your plan, exactly what you hoped for, happened.
"What do you mean it doesn't matter, of course it matters. I was pregnant with his baby and it doesn't matter to you. What if the baby was around, would you still say the same thing" Sharon was seething now.
You heard an audible gasp on the other side of the phone and Steve let out a puff of air through his mouth.
Sharon was still looking at you with anger, clearly missing what she had just confessed.
I mean, everyone in the bar collectively gasped but she was still oblivious.
You decided to help her catch up "But Sharon, your mother just said there was no baby" Sharon physically recoiled from you both and started blabbering " I mean, there was no baby. My mom meant there was no baby from Stephan. Of course, there was a baby from Steve..."
"Enough! Just stop. You and your mother are more vicious than I thought"Steve disconnected the phone and turned to Sharon with venom in his eyes "I will tell my family the truth because it looks like your treacherous family knew everything all along. Keep the ring if you want, it means just as much as it meant before,nothing"
He then grabbed your hand and walked out of the bar.
As soon as you two were out of the door, he swung you to face him and hugged you tight "Thank you. Thank you so much for trusting me. Thank you"
You leaned back and cupped his face "It wasn't hard to, I beleived in you" you hugged him again and spoke with your face tucked in his chest "but I am also not stupid, no one would be dumb enought to call someone's parents with such a huge claim if they didn't beleive it to be true, specailly on speaker phone"
You could feel Steve's laugh rumble in his chest while you continued with a grimace" I just wish you would have done this somewhere private. I am 77% sure someone recorded the whole thing"
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Nat's Wedding
"C'mon Steve, just one more dance" you were pleading with Steve for another dance while he was shaking his head.
Nat's wedding was a dream. Outdoor with the most lavish decor you had ever seen, even on TV.
But now at the reception, everyone was drunk and dancing like crazy.
"I think I have stepped on your toes enough for today" Steve grabbed your arm to pull you into his lap "and I think you need to rest too. I can't wait to get you all alone and help you out of this beautiful dress, can't have you tiring yourself out entirely on the dance floor"
"I am too tired to get the dress off by myself handsome" you said sleepily and grabbed his hair to attack his mouth.
After a few heated moments, Steve pulled away while you chased his mouth with yours " Okaay..no more drinks for you honey. Here, have a glass of water and you are not leaving my sight now" He bopped your nose and passed you a glass of water.
"But I want that fruity tall glass that Wanda has. Wanda, gimmie" you slurred a Wanda made her appearance followed by Vision.
Wanda had surprisingly become one of your good friends. She had filed for divorce from James a few weeks ago, stating that yours & Steve's and Nat & Pietro's love had given her the push she needed to follow her own heart.
"This is orange juice babe, you hate orange juice" She said while sipping on her drink.
"Orange juice sucks. I only like one kinda juice..Steve's" you smiled dopely at him while he shut his eyes and subtly shook his head over Wanda and Vision's loud bark of laughter.
"TMI baby and I think that is our cue to retire for the night" Steve made to get the both of you out of the chair.
"I can't goooo.. it's my sister's wedding, There are things that need to be done. What if she needs me to help her pee" you pouted at Steve.
Why was he looking at your face like that "I love it when he looks at me like that, it's usually wohooo night after this" you whisper yelled at Wanda and gave her an exaggerated wink.
Wanda put her drink down while trying and failing to keep a straight face "Honey, you know Nat has Pietro to help her now and then I am here. You can go off to bed"
"With Steve" you added "I go to bed with Steve, every night, mostly" you then turned to Steve "baby, wohoo night?"
"Honey, with how drunk you are, it will really be a boohoo morning for you" . With that, Steve picked you up bridal style and bid Wanda and Vision good night.
"I can't wait" you said sleepily before grabbing onto Steve's shoulders and hugging him from your position in his arms "I love you"
You felt a pair of lips in your hair and a deep " I love you too baby, so much" from Steve before slowly entering dreamland.
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Drabble; Pain
Description: A brief run down of how Painite felt before giving birth to Mimi
Word count: 2k
Trigger warnings: Childbirth, blood mention, angst
A/N: I spent way too much time on this and ultimately feel like I didn't do it justice? Yet I don't think I can do anything else with it so 🤷♀️
Ever since she was a little girl, things have never been easy for Painite.
Most were born into greatness, a lavish life, a high social rank, and money, especially in the hometown of pride where everyone flaunted their status to anyone who would listen. If those below them fell in the mud they would step on you to avoid soiling their shoes.
While most children were going to school, playing and goofing off, daydreaming, she was granted no such luxury.
First thing she ever had to learn was hard work.
From her first job at age eight working at a laundry mill, washing clothes, sewing torns, adding patches, being on her feet for hours and working herself up until she physically couldn’t. Every penny she had she had earned, and she valued every cent.
If she was lucky enough to have a meal on her plate it would be thanks to her and not anyone else. The clothes on her back she had earned, the items she paid for was hers in every sense of the word and she had earned them. It wasn’t much, but true to the place she was born she took pride in it.
Though she was always painfully aware of her low status, she would never dare act like she was a lesser being. While most would lower their head and shy away from their origins but she never would, while most would stay meek around the higher ups. She never would. She would hold her head high and dawn a smile, she walked with the confidence of a woman of high birth even if all she was wearing was a simple work uniform.
After all, if she didn’t respect herself then who would? No one. After all nothing was given to her and was never going to be given to her. Especially not respect, so who better to do it than herself? And why shouldn’t she? She had earned it after all.
She had worked many jobs over the years, from cooking, cleaning, child care, education, workshop, the list goes on. None of them were easy, but she didn’t expect them to be and never would. Each job seemed to be harder than the last, but each one paid more and it was always worth it. Every penny she earned. Every she bought she had earned. She had but the smallest pieces of a rich man’s wealth but she adored all of it.
She had gained many skills over the years, but frankly what she considered her most valuable skill was her charm. Though she never wished to be silent or in the background, she had to realize when to pick her battles early on. Having a sharp tongue was all fun and games until you pissed off your employer then had to hunt for another job before rent was due.
Thus learning when to press others buttons and when to not became very important, when to stroke someone’s ego and when to play dumb also came in handy, how to hide her insults under a cloak of politness also benefited her, and doing it all with a smile? Well, that was just the cherry on top.
Yet, what she never expected was managing to land a job as the King of hell’s maid.
It was by no means as easy a job as one would expect, but Painite never expected anything to be easy and never wanted it to be, now did she?
It was hard to stand out among a hoard of servants, especially when they were all wearing a grey uniform, but she found herself becoming a notable member of the staff quickly. Never let it be said she did a job bad, she was too prideful to truly do anything bad. When it came to serving him, keeping his rooms clean, the food, or the various errands she had to do, she never slacked off. If anything she went the extra mile and often surpassed the king’s standards.
And like anyone that had been working longer than they should, she always made sure that it was known she did it. Not anyone else. No one dares take credit for the hard work she did and praise (also the eventual raise in pay) that she earned.
Though the King and what she had seen of his wife and daughter had been delightful, someone she didn’t expect to catch her eyes was his friend, Prince Mammon.
Prince and Sin of Greed itself.
From day one she could tell what he was like, a money obsessed, egotistical and frankly grumpy tarrant. With his sadistic grins, jerkish nature, and a cold aloofness that was common among the higher ups. Most would avoid him if they could, but not only was she in a position where she couldn’t but also she didn’t want to.
She knew who he was. A cruel, self obsessed, money hungry, difficult man, he was by no means easy but- she didn’t want, need or expect easy, now, did she?
He was interesting, charming in a way, and frankly many parallels to herself that also kept luring herself back in. Even if it was for entirely different reasons she had been just as, dare she say, possibly more money hungry than him. Though her pride is what made her keep her head held high, wasn’t it her greed that always kept her going? Jumping from job to job, always wanting more money, more skills and experience for herself, always something more, was it no wonder they were attracted to each other.
Nothing came easy to her. And she would always say she didn’t want it to be easy yet, falling in love with him…..it felt easy.
And, well, she didn’t mind it.
She’ll never forget the day that she was scooped up and carried out of the king’s manor, she returned again eventually though not as a maid. According to him, “I’m keeping you, you’re mine now.” and frankly she had no complaints with that.
It was nice, all nice really. Being with him was a gift, the best gift she could have asked for.
Yet, life had one more surprise for her.
Nothing in her life had been easy. And truthfully that applied to what should be natural to most women. Several could bear a child easily and give birth no problem, yet not her. It was never easy.
She was deemed infertile a long time ago, many doctors saying it take a miracle for her to bear a child. Even if she tried there would be no life growing inside her. It seemed to be a common problem with women in her family, her mother, back when she was still around admitted that she had several miscarriages before giving birth to her. The pain and stress it caused her body, she being a rare miracle herself.
It never bothered her really, for the longest time there had been no one she wanted to raise children with or no right situation for it to happen. No time to raise children when you were always working after all. Yet being with Mammon truly changed everything.
She looked forward to having a child, a person to call her own. To raise them, all with Mammon by her side, yet.
It wasn’t easy.
It was never easy.
And for the first time, she wanted it to be easy.
The first four months had been smooth sailing, as she entered the fifth month things had gotten difficult yet she managed, but the sixth month, well she never fully understood what had happened.
It had been a peaceful afternoon, she had been drinking some tea and Mammon was out on business, she had been minding her own business when she felt it.
That sharp, stabbing pain.
Pain was something she rarely if ever felt, she never knew or asked why, she chalked it up to another one of her family’s quirks. If she felt any pain it was weak and fleeting, it would easily pass. But, she was lucky to have felt it in the first place. She recalled many times in her childhood where she had cut herself, gotten hit and given no reaction at all to it.
So many would ask, “Doesn’t that hurt?”
And she could only shrug in response.
Yet at this moment she felt it. And it wasn’t weak, and it wasn’t fleeting, it was strong and it lingered over her. Shooting through her body and her very core in an unfamiliar way, the second feeling that gripped her afterwards? Fear.
The instant panic that swept over her followed by the confusion of it all, had pretty much shattered any and all prideful airs she had kept up over the years. Her body was in pain, clenching and stabbing all something was eating her from the inside out, screaming at her, fighting her and she was scared.
The cup of tea she was holding had all but fallen to the floor, shattering on the floor, alerting some servants as she shakingly stood up, forcing her body to move, feeling a thick disgusting liquid drip down her legs.
“The baby’s coming.” she rasped out as two servant girls came, one cleaning up the spilt tea and the other coming to check on her.
The skeptical look one of the maids gave her felt insulting, “You aren’t due for several months.”
“I know.” she said through gritted teeth, fighting back tears, “But I don’t think it knows,” she said the snarky remark having no humor in her voice, “Get Mammon. Take me to a damn hospital.”
“Plenty of false alarms happen Miss,” she assured and if Painite wasn’t struggling to stand she would slap her across the face, slowly she took her hand, “His majesty is in a meeting, we’ll get you to a hospital, if it’s something serious then we’ll tell him. Okay?”
Painite wanted to scream at her, she hated being undermined and doubted like she was stupid. She knew her body and it wouldn’t hurt like this if this wasn’t happening. Yet all that came out was a choked sob, clenching onto the woman’s hand tightly leaning onto her as she was led away.
“This way Miss.” she said softly, attempting to calm her.
“Not without Mammon!” she said weakly, but her pleas weren’t heard, the tears running down her face, as she was pulled away.
If she had a better grip on herself, she would hate how weak she looked and hate even more how weak she felt the helplessness dawning on her was taking hold, the pain didn’t cease. Her own body is fighting against her. Nothing came easy yet this seemed to be the one challenge she didn’t enjoy, the one thing she wished would cut her a break, the one thing that she likely might not be able to see through.
She could feel the blood coming out of her, bits and pieces of her life draining away, the world felt like it was fading as she was being dragged off, her vision was getting blurry and she couldn’t even try thinking straight.
Finally, she placed a hand on her stomach, “You’re...you’re being difficult...little one.” she whispered, likely inaudible to anyone else, “You are certainly your father’s child…” she weakly chuckled, followed by a soft sob, “He’ll- he’ll be good to you, no doubt. I have...I can’t...I hope-”
Her words faded, not quite sure how to say it. If she should say it, dare she think she wouldn’t make it out of this.
“...It’s okay.” she said finally, shaking her grasp on the world around her slipping, “You don’t need me.”
She closed her eyes, hoping, almost praying that this pain would eventually end.
At least she had gotten that wish.
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Rewatching the Watership Down miniseries and I have some new thoughts on the how the characters are handled.
Characters handled well:
Fiver - he’s well acted, well animated, and the writers understand his character well. Honestly just good all round, love his visions and his different colored eyes.
Clover - Cute design! I’ve always liked Clover and I was happy to see her get an extended part in this adaptation. While I do think the relationship between her and Hazel is very rushed, it is sweet.
Blackavar - I’m just really glad he doesn’t die in this version lmfao. He’s serious and I like that that he gets to participate in the dog run at the end. I do think they make him too old, he’s kind of a young feisty rabbit in the book but I think that’s probably cause the creators were drawing a lot more from the movie as a reference.
Hawkbit - I like his dumb little triangle beard, really makes him look even more like an asshole.
Strawberry - I was originally not a fan of them turning Strawberry into a doe, but after rereading the book I actually do like it and her characterization as a sweet ditz. Her romance with Bigwig wasn’t handled very well, in that it was only shown one time in a montage and I really would have liked to have seen more of them bonding.
Woundwort - He’s fine! I prefer his movie version, but I think their attempts to explore his backstory are an interesting deviation and a little more sympathetic then the book (in which he is born tough and with a desire for blood). Not wild about his weird fixation on Clover that only lasts for like ten seconds, just cause it never goes anywhere.
Characters handled okay-ish:
Hazel - I’m torn on Hazel, but mostly cause I don’t like how they decided to give him a generic “I feel insecure about my leadership abilities :( “ plot, which to me just reads as them totally not understanding his book character. Book Hazel had TOO much confidence, often running into dangerous situations for the thrill of it and not putting enough trust in Fiver’s suspicions. Miniseries Hazel is a sad boy who writes poetry about the many rabbits he falls in love with over the course of five minutes, which isn’t bad but it is different.
Bigwig - I’m totally biased in this case cause I love John Boyega and anything he does, but I do think they lean too hard on Bigwig being an asshole, when he was more of a stern bully in the first half of the book. He’s also constantly disrespecting Hazel even after the point where Hazel had won his loyalty. I HATE that they specifically told Bigwig to say that “my leader told me to defend this run and I’ll do it” cause it totally took away the impact of it being how Bigwig genuinely felt as a culmination of his respect of Hazel.
Bluebell - I’m glad he’s here and that he’s funny! He’s almost ALWAYS cut from the series. But honestly, his relationship with Holly was so important to his character that I really wish they hadn’t just turned him into a random comic relief who hyper-focused on Blackberry. Like, he wasn’t being a goof just to be a goof, he was doing it to cheer Holly up and keep him going after the trauma of loosing Sandleford, WHICH HE ALSO EXPERIENCED!
Blackberry - Again I’m torn, cause I do think Blackberry wasn’t... ALL that interesting in the book? He was smart sure, but there wasn’t much going on besides that. So I do like that they made him really stuffy and uptight, but they also end up giving a lot of his successes to Fiver instead which sucks.
Hyzenthlay - I’m mostly mad that they made her and Holly fall in love just to kill Holly off and make her even more sad. Besides that I do really like her characterization in Efrafa, but why god do the writers keep adding romances that weren’t in the book but refuse to give me Hyzenthlay/Bigwig. Why god why.
Characters handled bad:
Kehaar - Kehaar got done the most dirty imo, cause they just make him not actually like the rabbits or appreciate their help. He was such a bro in the books, he was DOWN to help them out 100%. In the miniseries, he’s just mean and unreliable.
Dandelion - Literally why is he even here, he’s nothing at all like his canon characterization. They should have used Silver or Buckthorn here (who are much more like this characterization in the book), if they were just going to take Dandelion’s most distinguishing characteristics and give them to Bluebell, besides him being able to run fast. Silver would have been SUCH an interesting addition, with his relationship to the Threrah and having been in the Owsla like Bigwig.
Holly - I just hate that he dies so much, that’s so annoying. What was even the point of him surviving Sandleford then. AND them taking away his relationship with Bluebell! Like why would you do that!
Pipkin -
#I miss Pipkin okay he's a sweetie#watership down#I do like the mini series! But some of it's decisions bug the shit out of me#Also not a character note but I really wish they'd included more of the rabbit stories#They totally could have done it here without slowing the plot down the way it would slow down a movie#Like just put a new fable at the start of each episode done in the same style as the opening#and the fable can reflect what happens in the episode#like American Gods#bored badgering
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