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Hi! I’ve been working my way thru the modern au tag for a while and I’ve been wondering what haru’s place in the au is. All I’ve seen of him is something about a moped.
wait this is a great question. i actually have a draft of a comic ive never finished (many such cases) that involves him (set in the modern au). i may never actually finish it (because i have SO many drafts you don’t even know), but i will say this: katara dates aang briefly in middle school, it’s the realization of their childhood crushes on each other, they both get bored after the initial high of being together kinda quickly, and realize they’re better as friends; katara dates jet her freshman year of high school, she’s deeply infatuated with him because he’s really tall, has messy hair, and is a purported anarchist, but she quickly realizes that his politics are kinda wack actually, his soundcloud music is very cringe, and also he asked katara if it was true that her brother murdered that girl in their grade who just died??? (by which he meant yue) at which point she dumped him on the spot; haru is katara’s boyfriend in her later years of high school, and he’s very cool and chill and shows up to all her sports games (of which she has multiple a week), goes to protests with her, and gets along with all her friends, but his one flaw is that he’s kind of boring, and also at one point he tries to grow a mustache and it doesn’t look great, so sokka and zuko are always talking shit about him because they maintain that he isn’t good enough for katara. but he is though. he’s a good boyfriend and she likes him a lot and he shaves the mustache like a month later and even reads that book sokka and zuko were making fun of him for never having read (à la recherche du temps perdu). sure, he didn’t understand it, but at least he made an effort! unfortunately he moves across the country after graduation, but he and katara still keep in touch, and maybe one day (in katara’s secret hopes, at least) he’ll move back home and they’ll get back together.
#random-avatar-life#asks#modern au#katara#haru#aang#jet#sokka#zuko#haruxkatara#jetxkatara#aang&katara#katara&zuko#<- bc he doesn’t think that any guy is worthy of katara#whereas sokka specifically thinks that if katara likes a guy there must be something wrong with him#after the whole jet incident. at least#but he and zuko both spend way too much time searching for haru’s flaws#and then exaggerating them and spending way too long bitching about him#because they are bitches#also i know that jet should have more tact than to ask katara that but he genuinely assumed that katara wouldn’t get offended. yeah#in my head there exists a whole fanfic abt katara just set in the western air temple#like what she was up to while everyone else was going on their life changing field trips#and haru features. prominently#maybe one day I’ll even write it........................................... :|
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warm-ups | sfw + kunigami + sofa
✭ tags ; implied nsfw at the end, coming home / re-uniting, established relationship, gn!reader 18+ | ✭ wc ; 1.4k (?????)
✭ a/n ; me when the random prompt generator gives me a random prompt and i have no clue how to execute on it. never written him before ever so Sorry
Kunigami thinks he should get to fight an airline service at least once in his life.
It'd be one thing if this incident was something happened once in a while. National traveling is already a pain in his ass thanks to customs. He's doing it so constantly - he's used to the strain. Waking up early, packing his things neatly, going through a million checks.
If he were a less ethical person, he'd take a page out of other pro's book and just get a jet for himself because frankly he's fucking sick of it.
This is the longest he's been completely out of the country before in his life. He's been gone for around 6 months now, training with the Brazilian National Team. It was a reward experiencing he'll admit, despite kicking his ass nearly everyday. He made good friends and the people were welcoming- someday he'll make plans to go visit with you.
But he's homesick beyond reasonable doubt. He misses his family dog. He misses Japan.
Most of all, Kunigami misses you.
He really considered not leaving because the idea of long distance didn't sit right with him. You (being the unfortunately considerate lover) you are encouraged him to go. He's thankful you support his dreams. You even surprised him with a visit because it fell on his birthday.
Which was thoughtful and he was so glad to see you but not helpful in quelling the ache of your absence.
Kunigami Rensuke loves you habitually. Maybe that's just how he operates (how he has after becoming a wildcard, that persists into his pro-career) but there's something about it that he never fails to act on. No amount of calling or texting has been able to scratch the itch, the need to love you.
You've been dating for the better part of three years and your anniversary is a few months away. Kunigami wants to marry you but he has to make more money first so he's been hustling.
(Not that you care about stuff like that. But as a pro and a man with pride, he's not really comfortable giving you any less)
It's a typical story for a lot of athletes but you were there before all the fame and publicity. You put up with all of it, all of his dedication and all of his frustrated feelings. Soothed him with gentle hands and a warm meal and a house that felt lived in.
To say Kunigami is grateful is understatement of the century. More accurately, Kunigami can't be without you too long. His life feels incomplete if you're not next to him. He's gotten heat for being soft but he doesn't care.
A wild card, a soccer hero - Kunigami has a lot of self-imposed expectations. But you? Not once have you ever made him feel bad about any of it. In a career where nothing is guaranteed, Kunigami is assured by your love. It makes him want to work harder.
You, of course, are nowhere near as clingy as he is. People often joke that you've got him wrapped around your finger. You laugh and disagree but Kunigami knows it to be true. Anything and everything, Kunigami wants to give you the world.
So six months has been a nightmare. Frankly, he never wants to do it again. His mood is infinitely worsened now because of all the delays. You have a tight schedule and you're not going to be able to come see him because of it.
So he's seething a little, despite it all. He really wants to make it someones problem because he misses you just that much. But alas, he already knows he shouldn't. He can practically hear your voice already.
("A day isn't gonna kill you, Rensuke.")
But it really feels like it will. He's moping the whole way home, even as his driver drops him off at his apartment - Kunigami doesn't feel like his life will start again until he sees you.
So, unlocking his door and coming into his abandoned apartment feels unceremonious at best. His first reaction is that something is a little off when he enters.
There's a noise coming from the living room and everything smells good. The house smells like linen, more precisely. His first reaction is that there's someone who broke in.
But upon entering further, traces of you start to appear like magic. Your coat on a hanger in the closet, your shoes on the rack and your house slippers missing. He doesn't want to get his hopes up, so he holds his breath as he walks into the living room.
Like some kind of miracle, Kunigami finds you asleep on his old beat up sofa. Now the new one, but the one he's had since he's first apartment. You're cozy in it too, hidden under a pile of blankets and wearing his stolen clothes.
The T.V. is playing an old comedy movie and there's a glass of water and all your things next to you. He's so happy for a minute, he really doesn't know if he should wake you up. Picking you up and plopping you into bed with him (maybe trap you there for a while) seems best.
But you stir awake before he even has a chance, eyes blinking up at him blearily, muffled under the covers.
"Rensuke?" You say, yawning aloud "That you? Or am I seeing things?"
What does he even do with his feelings?
"Not seeing things. I'm home."
You laugh pleasantly, sitting up rubbing your eyes. Your socks are pulled up to different degrees. Kunigami wants to marry you immediately.
"You're home," You say, happy with it as you open your arms up dramatically - inviting him in "Welcome home,"
It takes every ounce of restraint not to tackle you as he drops his bags on the floor and kneels between your legs to hug you. You're warm and soft, and Kunigami has missed you so much it's inhuman and cruel.
You let him nuzzle into the crook of his neck, palms soothing on the nape of his neck as you rub your cheek against his hair.
"How was the flight?"
"Pretty shit but it doesn't even matter," He says back, pulling away to really look at you "Doesn't matter at all,"
"You missed me that much?" You tease. He laughs out loud.
"Don't do that to me," He says, unable to stop smiling "You know the answer to that. I thought you couldn't come see me?"
"My boss' son is a huge fan of you, would you believe?" You say, yawning a bit as you lean forward to press your forehead to his "So I promised him a signature. He gave me 3 whole days off."
Kunigami laughs.
"Are you serious?"
"So serious. I thought it'd be better to surprise you at home. If I did it in the airport the paparazzi was gonna get pictures of you losing your marbles,"
He laughs at that, cradling your face in his palms.
"Yeah. Pretty sure I woulda tackled you,"
"You would've knocked me unconscious. You're so big,"
"You think I got a little bigger?" He prods. You laugh and Kunigami thinks it's his favorite sound in the world.
"Fishing for compliments five minutes in? Really? You did get bigger, your arms feel good. Very much wanna get crushed in them, so good work?" You say, squeezing his bicep. He grins.
"And the rest of me?"
"Guess I'll find out about your core 'n legs in a bit, huh?"
Kunigami laughs at that, the stupid wiggle of your eyebrows and the warmth of your body. He feels fucking giddy, in a stupid way since he's a grown ass man. But who cares, really? His life is good. He's never been so happy.
You make room on the couch for him and Kunigami hurries to join you - taking his shirt off and leaving him in his briefs before you climb to lay on top of him. You hug his chest.
"I got 20 minutes before I can't hold it in," He replies, his hands around your waist.
"Maybe I should stretch or something."
"I can help you with that," He offers.
You laugh, pressing a kiss to his mouth.
"No you can't, you fiend. Give me 20 minutes of cuddling before you render me useless to walk without assistance,"
He feels blood rush to a place it shouldn't go.
"Might have to cut it to 15,"
You laugh and hit his chest and Kunigami squeezes you even tighter. He loves you more than anything else in the world.
#warm-ups#sorry if this is so ooc i literally have no clue how to write him#kunigami x reader#bluelock x reader#writing tag#kunigami fluff#bluelock fluff
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so the thing I love about that bit in Shadows on the Ship. the fact that Jet clocks their couples' therapy as 'the poetry you write for each other' totally makes sense considering. juno 'broody monologues' steel, and peter 'i am most comfortable expressing myself by being dramatic’ ransom glass ‘my Wound still Throbs when’t Rains you Brute‘ nureyev dipping into some rhythmic if not straight up iambic cadence when he's Doing A Bit
RELATEDLY. i think they're talking about their feelings significantly more than they're having sex. are they doing it effectively? dEBAtabLE but they are trynig. (nothing particularly explicit here this is mostly cut for length but that's the general theme of it)
the fact that Juno gets flustered and Nureyev is like 'lol damn right' whenever the their relationship comes up suggests (to me! because i think it would be funny!) that everyone else thinks they're going at it every chance they get when it's really more like 50 percent cuddling and naps and 40 percent making stupid jokes and heckling each other's poor breakfast decisions and getting distracted by talking about their special interests and whatever else passes for their couple's therapy/poetry sessions and they're only going at it in the remaining 10 percent that they get the time and energy and privacy for it
so post Cyberbots when they've got the ship back up and Juno's like 'uh hey. so the big guy recently said something about how we've been 'inconsiderate neighbors' and he wants us to keep it down', Nureyev is. genuinely baffled??
because first of all Nureyev does actually possess at least one (1) situational awareness, he also values his own privacy and is overall fairly conflict avoidant with their family, and he recognizes that Juno is very flustered by the whole 'having housemates who tease him about his boyfriend' thing. so Nureyev might not feel shy about their relationship but he's perfectly capable of being discreet, with the result being that he at least has thought this through
and then Juno's like 'he said something about poetry. and I'm uh pretty sure he meant the. um. you know. talkingaboutfeelingsstuff'
'ohhhh well that makes more sense. oh and we did have that one conversation before the Blade job that went until three in the morning. you'd had an awful lot of coffee that day.'
'yeah and you got really excited about Venusian opera traditions'
'it's not my fault the president of Venus is apparently a walking pastiche. oh well i'm glad jet said something. we'll get him some of that loose-leaf tea for his stash as an apology. and keep a closer eye on quiet hours shall we'
'UGH fine i GUESS'
- the thing is when they're not an item, juno's not exactly getting flustered about his sex life considering he's touchy about fuckety everything else. mick and sasha have no qualms about heckling him about his taste in guys and he doesn't get pissy about it. alessandra punches him for trying to pull a humphrey bogart and he's like 'not my usual thing but hey', he and valles vicky wake up in the same bed and make icky faces at each other and move on, ramses is like 'did i say your apartment' and juno's like 'ughh it's too early for your bullshit'
- he gets flustered about Nureyev bc he has actual feelings about nureyev
- in embrace of ice he does say they spent a lot of that year being busy and tired and traumatized and in their heads a lot after rebuilding from that extremely fraught reunion, but those comments in Shadows did indicate that they were putting the work in and i think it left plenty of room for 'hashing out their communication styles and figuring out How They Work in the present' while still acknowledging that they hadn't really worked their way up to talking about their pasts
- and it just seems like every time someone alludes to their sex life, the incident in question is both more innocuous and considerably more private, and if anything Juno getting Weird and Pitchy over an innuendo would make a really convenient smokescreen to hide something he actually Feels Weird About
'you two are going to be very busy tonight' [what NO we do Not Need This Right Now oh my god Buddy he's upset with me leave him alone] *gets defensive, coffee everywhere* meanwhile Nureyev's like *be cool act smug yes Captain very droll*
'we already delayed for your private celebration' [jeez we only talked! and there was crying involved! and then we were tired and fell asleep!] *gets defensive* meanwhile Nureyev's like *be cool act smug we were definitely doing what you think we were doing and not crying at all*
'this is true i have heard it many times' [like hell you have? we haven't even been at it that much? and i'm pretty sure he only makes a move when he knows you're in the garage and going to be there for a while?] 'okay NOT what I MEANT' okay honey Jet doesn't even do innuendo (although he absolutely would mess with juno by setting him up for thinking it is one while still intending the straightforward meaning)
- but otherwise the complaints/comments they get about their pda are about being mushy and kissy but in a 'urgh they're mushy and kissy' not 'send them to horny jail' way
- further headcanons not necessarily bothering with citations in the text:
- the carte blanche has a rule about private activities in private spaces. juno and nureyev have never actually broken that rule. buddy and vespa definitely have.
- i'm pretty here for some flavor of demi/grey-ace nureyev. his attraction to Juno hinging inherently on feelings of trust. catching feelings right off the fucking bat because those prerequisites for attraction were revealed and fulfilled really fast. being really really into Juno but liking sex as an expression of that intimacy and a way of showing how he cares for him, no more or less than being mushy and kissy or giving him little enrichment puzzles to get out of bed and spend time with their family
- he's not above illicit smooch cruises for thrills and giggles but given a preference doesn’t really go in for actually getting off in places that aren’t beds in rooms with locking doors
- also they made out in the garage one (1) time and then jet showed up and stealth-checked them, startled juno into headbutting nureyev in the chin and giving him a split lip. which nureyev thought was funny and took completely in stride but juno felt bad about it and reminded him every time nureyev tried to egg him into smooching in places they shouldn’t.
- and eventually he pulled the ‘what if we get carried away and I say your real name in a part of the ship where somebody could overhear it’ card and nureyev went ‘alright point taken’ (and he does think it's sweet that juno's trying to look after him like that)
- i don't think juno inherently has hang-ups about being caught in flagrante but somebody and i cannot for the life of me remember whomst now recently made a post to the effect of 'if rita found out he was kissing boys she would scream and he already has a headache' and you know what. yeah i think that about sums it up
- but never mind finding out Nureyev's name because Juno yelled it in bed, it's a goddamn miracle that Jet didn't overhear it on any of the numerous occasions that Juno yelled it in frustration because Nureyev was winding him up during their couples' therapy
- anyway tune in next time for 'also i think Buddy and Vespa are having significantly more sex than everybody else is aware of and you know what good for them'
#good evening i am Contending With The Unease today and went digging through the draft box hoping to extract one (1) serotonin#the penumbra podcast#tpp#juno steel#peter nureyev#jupeter#i love my gay space crimes family#it’s real hiatus hours lads#i think i've alluded to this before but my thoughts on this are Extensive#im ace and i think im funny
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okay a few people have asked now abt steelheart redux so i will do my best to give an overview the maelstrom of vague thoughts it consists of at the moment
basically, steelheart is the oc story i've been posting a shitton of on and off for the past while. steelheart redux refers specifically to its latest iteration, which is completely (mostly) sci-fi and mech driven as opposed to the standard dragon rider story it was before.
it focuses primarily on these guys!
arthur is a human, while zarian is a DRACO, specifically a v1, which i will elaborate on below the readmore bc this is a little long haha
the setup for the story is essentially this:
the DRACOs (version 1, aka v1s) are big draconic mechs that are basically the equivalent of a super high-tech fighter jet with some other bells and whistles, the most notable being that they're pretty much human powered. but to be efficiently powered long-term, they have to be (or have part of them, really) permanently fused to a human host (or any living creature, technically, but humans are what they're like. made for).
despite all that, stuff surrounding their creation goes pretty well for a while, until the v1s mysteriously 'wake up'-- as in, suddenly attain self-aware consciousness, and start talking to their hosts (known as pilots) who understandably take this pretty badly. it's like if the fighter jet you've been flying around and are also kind of biologically fused to suddenly grew a brain and started asking about your day. things get even worse when the company producing the v1s attempts to like. undo this by forcing out an update patch, which has the unintended effect of corrupting the (previously entirely benevolent, just curious) v1s and turning them into crazed murder machines. stuff is bad for a while.
the ACTUAL story takes place 15 years after this, when stuff still isn't amazing but has mostly evened out. the company responsible for the v1s collapsed in the initial chaos, but from its ashes came a new company, Defenex, which has been producing DRACO v2s. they're the sleeker, badder cousins to the v1, made for the sole purpose of protecting towns from and hunting down remaining v1s. they're also, very critically, Not Mysteriously Self-Aware like the v1s are (or. were?) which is good.
the plot follows arthur steele, a fifteen year old boy living in one of the surviving cities, who through a series of accidents comes to be permanently fused to a (mysteriously un-murderous but distinctly unhappy) v1 calling himself Zarian. at first, his goal is to get Zarian removed from his back so they can go their separate ways and he can go back to his unremarkable, relatively safe life. unfortunately, this does not go according to plan. at all. but in the process, they start learning more about the mysterious origins of the DRACO incident and asking questions some people REALLY don't want answered. along the way, they make a few friends, come to actually like each other, and accidentally develop a reputation as Public Enemy #1, Definitely Evil, Kill On Sight. oops.
and that's the gist! i know... a lot of what happens, within that window, but most stuff isn't like nailed down clearly or in order yet, because i've discovered that while i am good with coming up with originally story ideas, actually plotting one from start to finish, coherently and satisfactorily, does NOT come naturally to me at all.
but, at the very least, it has become a fun brain playground and happiness generator, because i am veeery attached to these guys. moreso than i ever have gotten about my own ocs in my whole life tbh
:)
#if u have specific questions feel free but i hope this is like. a legible world overview#so much happens here though. they almost die in a rite-aid. they blackmail a grown adult. they meet god(?) and hes annoying. its a blast#sparks speaks#steelheart redux#sparks art#steelheart redux lore
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Loving the foray back into Generator Rex stuff. I was obsessed with that show but honestly don't remember much that happened after Cesar showed up for the first time. I just remember being really upset that Six never got his memories back. Like SURE he accepts Rex's role in his life but the EXPERIENCES are gone from his memory now. That hurts.
It does. 😭
This isn't quite on topic, but this also gave me an idea for a little snippet. <3
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Rex drummed his fingers against the leather cover of his journal, thinking. It had been most of a year since he'd started writing in it, updating it whenever he could. It was full of thoughts, feelings, speculation, copies of the incident reports White sometimes made him write out, memories from before he'd gotten the journal, summaries of training, dreams, rambling about friends, enemies, and fights, anything and everything that came to mind when he had a spare half hour a pen or a pencil, or when Holiday got on an education kick and wanted him to practice grammar or spelling or something.
It was only half full. Rex didn't have a whole lot of spare half hours. He tried, though. His interest in filling the journal up was backed at least partially by fear. There was a lot that he really, desperately, wanted to know about himself, if he ever forgot again. There was a lot he wanted to know about the people around him.
There was a lot in the little book about White, Noah, Bobo, and Holiday.
There was a lot about Six.
Six, who had just forgotten everything himself.
Six, who had given him the journal in the first place.
Six, who had only lost his memory because Rex had been so impatient to test Caesar's machine.
Okay, he knew that wasn't completely accurate, and he was hardly wallowing in guilt, or whatever. If anything, he'd blame Caesar's invention skills and Six's weird propensity for stabbing machines instead of, like, going after something "upstream," or unplugging them.
Rex could do a lot of things with machines, but lack of power was a stumbling block even for him.
But, point was, Rex was delaying. It should be easy to give this to Six. To give him something about what he'd lost. Rex owed him that much. But the journal was so personal… Rex hadn't written it expecting anyone else to ever read it. Not even Six.
It was hard.
This whole thing was hard.
(It wasn't fair. Forgetting sucked. Being forgotten sucked. It all sucked. He had a lot more sympathy for Caesar, now.)
He took a deep breath. He wanted to give this to Six. He wanted to share these memories with him. He didn't want to be the only one who knew these things. He didn't want to be the only one who remembered.
Not when he might forget at any moment.
He really wished Caesar's machine had worked. Either time.
He stood up and opened the door, journal still in his hand. He second-guessed himself all the way to the lab, where Six was getting another check up, courtesy of Holiday.
"Hey, um, what's up?" asked Rex, still not quite ready to make a decision.
"My blood pressure, apparently," said Six, putting his glasses back on. "I don't understand how this is more stressful than killing people for money."
"It isn't about stress," said Holiday, rolling her eyes. "You're just six years older. Bodies change. What about you, Rex? On the way to the Petting Zoo? Or just checking in?"
"Uh," said Rex. "Yeah. The Petting Zoo."
"I still don't understand why it's called that," grumbled Six.
"It's ironic," explained Holiday.
"Anyway!" said Rex, loudly. He walked up to Six and shoved the journal at him. "I'm lending this to you. I want it back by the end of the week, okay? Don't let White see it, it's private." One of the very few private things he had, actually. Maybe that's why he was so scared. "Okay! Thanks! Gotta go! Bye!"
He ran.
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Six drummed his fingers against the leather cover of the journal, thinking. Long plane rides, even on jump jets, gave you a lot of time to think.
It had been nearly seven months since Rex had given it to him. Six since Rex had disappeared in that fight with Breach.
It was high time he gave it back to him. Even if he had to go through Providence to do it.
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On Whitewashing the Fire Nation
I've already talked about some of the problems with whitewashing various Fire Nation characters in my past posts. In particular with Ursa in regards to the comics, and how Azula got an unfair treatment compared to everyone else.
The thing is...Ursa was not an isolated incident. In fact, I would go so far to say that almost all of the Fire Nation characters (sans Azula of course), gets off easy in the narrative. At least in comparison to the victims of their campaigns of conquest during the Hundred Year War.
Now again, this was present in the original show. After all, the Earth Kingdom soldiers that went after Iroh were portrayed in a negative light while Jet and Hama were ultimately portrayed as antagonists for lashing out against the Fire Nation (ultimately in destructive ways but still). And again, this was mitigated by the Fire Nation being the ultimate bad guys and having needed to be taken down.
The problem comes along the moment when the Fire Nation become the good guys...and not a whole lot about their behavior changes.
I'm gonna be using images from the comics so...get those goggles on.
As mentioned before in various posts, the comics seem to take a belief that colonialism isn't inherently bad, and that progress supersedes tradition and whatnot. Case in point:
He says things are better in the colonies...despite seeing a citizen in Earth Kingdom garb shine the shoes of an old Fire Nation citizen.
Now there have been a lot of discourse and posts about the pro-colonialism on display in the comics so I'm not going to go into much depth there. What I am gonna go in depth though...is Zuko. I will admit I am not the biggest fan so feel free to take my opinions with a grain of salt.
I feel Zuko's character has regressed to his Book 1 self without the narrative actually calling him out on his bullcrap. Aside from his colonial attitudes, he does a lot of the same shit he did in the beginning: being hungry for the throne, hotheaded, picking fights, and overall just making things worse. Yet because he's now a "good guy", none of these actions are called out on.
Hell, in *North and South*, he shows up in this:
Yeah! That's not gonna cause problems for a people who got raided and brought to the edge of extinction!
Oh! And when somebody rightfully questions Zuko on why the hell he's even there and calls him an Ash-maker (an apt title since Zuko did raid Katara's village and ash became a feared substance following the raids)?
Zuko is able to get away with shit he pulled in Book 1 because he's on the "good side" now. And anyone who's against him is automatically treated as being a bad guy or at the very least in the wrong.
To be fair, it's not like Zuko can't regress. That is obvious. The problem comes when he's not called out on any of his shit. Which of course includes:
No I won't let him live that down. Ever.
Also let's talk about Azula for a minute.
In stark contrast, Azula's demonization often goes hand in hand with this whitewashing. Aside from Zuko of course, almost every character from the Fire Nation hates Azula's guts and think she's some kind of bogeyman out to get them. Since Azula is our designated villain here, that means that whoever hates her is automatically a good guy or at least treated better by the narrative.
There's just one little problem with that.
None of the characters who hate on Azula automically look better. In fact, I'd argue it makes them look even worse.
Take Mai and Ty Lee for example:
They just flat out admitted that they were fake friends to Azula. Even though she genuinely enjoyed their company in the series proper, otherwise their betrayal wouldn't have affected her so damn much.
Not to mention this is a piss poor attempt to garner sympathy since even if they didn't like Azula, they sure as hell didn't mind going along with her to cause trouble in the Earth Kingdom and conquer Ba Sing Se.
Hell, Mai was raring to go without much convincing:
As for Ty Lee...did you see her face when she was ambushing Katara?
Yeah, I call bullshit on their attempts to whitewash those two.
Then we get to Ukano. Ukano...you know this asshole:
The guy who canonically was in control of an occupied territory by the Fire Nation, the guy who canonically was responsible for Mai's terrible upbringing and made her feel like a doll, the same guy who wanted to put Ozai back on the throne...STILL GETS TREATED WITH MORE SYMPATHY THAN THE LITERAL CHILD SOLDIER!!!!!!!
...clears throat...
I'm sorry, but you cannot have Ukano pull all that shit and have him be sympathetic when he's against Azula.
And the same goes for the rest of the Fire Nation characters. Azula is a scapegoat to try and make them look better, but it fails since it seems like they're trying to dodge responsibility instead of improving themselves. And they STILL haven't changed meaningfully at all from the series proper. Meaning they still have that Fire Nation colonialist and imperialistic attitude yet somehow they're the good guys.
In the process of whitewashing and playing the blame game, the writers made the Fire Nation look holier-than-thou and thus utterly despicable. Like they never needed to change outside of having Zuko as a ruler. Sorry, but that's not how it works people. Especially since these guys are the ones in power while Azula is labelled a terrorist despite not pulling any of the crap mentioned above.
#atla comics critical#atla critical#smoke and shadow#the promise#north and south#the search#anti atla comics#azula#princess azula#azula deserved better
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actually now ive thought of a hockey au question although really it’s kind of like six questions on the same topic:
so you’ve mentioned an iconic moment where bucky gets penalized after he goes after someone for hitting buck - are there any other incidents like that of them being protective of each other? how do they react if the other gets into a fight? do they have any serious rival teams or players, and does any more serious conflict with them arise if/when the boys’ relationship becomes public?
Plenty!
Honestly for the most part Bucky lets Curt do his job and protect/avenge Gale. They're there to do their jobs and for Bucky to drop the gloves every time someone fucks with Gale would not only put his own career in jeopardy but would also not be appreciated by his Partner. He talks a LOTTA shit and calls people the FUCK out when he sees them messing with Gale on the ice. (people go after Gale HARD. he's quick and talented they wanna take him out. Sid Crosby dealt with this a lot in his early years and it had a lasting impact on his play style)
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He lost two teeth from that hit
Goaltender fights are really rare. In a lot of ways they are the most valuable member of the team and getting injured via a stupid fight is kind of a massive fuck you to the efforts of the rest of the team. Goalie on Goalie fights are the most common. John squaring up with a Defenseman or a Forward is pretty unusual
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Gale is actually more likely (and acceptable to do so) square up for John. it's REALLY taboo to check (hit with your body) or touch the other teams goaltender. It happens, of course, and you get the whole team squaring up over it. So Gale has been known to drop the gloves over John from time to time and Bucky LOVES it. Just grinning the entire time.
Bucky LOVES seeing Gale fight. it's a rare occasion, it's not his job or expertise but seeing his man lose his temper does things to Bucky what can I say. Here you can see Crosby squaring up after a nasty double hit on his fellow linesman Letang (they've played together for almost twenty years. Maybe a Gale squaring up for Curt moment)
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Every team has a rival team! Since this a new team i think everyones gunning for them a bit but I could see them developing a healthy rivalry with maybe one of the newer teams; the Krakens or the Knights.
For the most part most of the guys in the league are buddies or at least friendly. Trades happen all the time, you could be playing with anyone at any time so nobody wants to HATE eachother (it still happens)
I think bucky does hate Gales former team for their treatment of them though. on a one man mission to create a rivalry with the jets fr.
Hockey is really homophobic honestly. It's probably one of the worst out there. I dont look at comments on insta because guaranteed theres going to be some shit in there. So they do catch a LOT of flak online and it affects Gale a lot I think he def takes a long social media break. But they have their team and management behind them 1000% percent and theyve already proven themselves as players. They have that to stand on against any hate.
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Serendipity (2007!Raphael x Fem!Reader) 9
Chapter IX: I Love You
NOTE: There are NSFW mature themes towards the end, there's a warning before hand, so you'll know and can choose not to read.
Chapter Key:
——— = a flashback is happening or ending ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ or ====
= perspective change
~ = small time skip
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You shift in the seat cushion of the chair, feeling slightly relieved after today's session.
You tap your fingers into the wooden armrests, smiling at the familiar jet-black-haired lady, whose red lips curl into a smile as well, her early showing wrinkles crinkling at the corners of her eyes.
“You did a great job.”
The woman you’ve come accustomed to seeing once a week on Friday mornings sighs with contentment, “Y/n, you did a great job. I was simply here to listen and provide you with the steps to heal and move past those horrible experiences you’ve had.”
You are nearing the end of your discussion and final session with her, but she’s helped you so much with time.
Half a year has passed since the last major events in your life. Donatello had put up a different type of glass for you that won’t shatter at all, which you were extremely grateful for.
You assumed that Raphael’s gestures and open arms would be able to help you fully heal. Master Splinter helped as well, he listened to you talk about the situation.
You see, having two traumatic instances where you possibly could’ve died is not something that goes away easily. It shakes you mentally and sometimes leaves you with PTSD. You truly thought you were doing just fine with Raphael soothing and helping you on the night the man broke in, as well as the very first incident of almost being assaulted. However, sometimes, you have to get help from another source.
It started small, where loud noises caused you to become startled and you automatically would freeze up. However, the first major episode was in the Lair, when Mikey accidentally dropped a box of lightbulbs, causing them all to shatter on the floor.
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“And now we just…steady…MIKEY! STEADY!” Donnie exclaims to his younger brother as he watches the lightbulb fall to the ground. He was fixing a lamp from Mikey’s room, and the orange-clad turtle wanted to be all handy and help out. Donnie (reluctantly) agreed, knowing that at least one bad thing would happen during a seemingly easy task.
At this time, You were learning self-defense lessons from Splinter, along with Leo and Raph. It was very quiet throughout the Dojo and even the whole Lair, only the grunts and sounds of your punches hitting Leonardo were heard.
“Okay, now try sweeping me off my-“
BANG!
Suddenly, the loud noise of glass shattering on the floor is heard, ringing through the dojo.
“Tha hell was- Y/N!” Raphael is the first to run to your side as you’re curled up in a ball on the floor, but he doesn’t know what he should do. Leonardo puts his practice katana down and also runs to your side, and Master Splinter gets up from his position off the floor to tend to you.
”Y/n? What is the matter?” Master Splinter's voice echoes through your head, but you can’t answer. Your hands cover your ears, and the only look in your widened eyes is fear.
“Sorry, guys, Mikey here doesn’t…hey, is something wrong?” Donatello and a sheepish-looking Michelangelo trudging behind him enter the dojo as well, and now all eyes are focused on you and your well-being.
“I don’t know, Don.” Raphael is gentle with you, as he goes to his knees and draws comforting circles on your back. You both sit like this for a few moments, until you snap out of whatever trance you were in.
“I…I’m…fine.” You hide your red, tear-stained face from Raph, who helps you back on your feet.
“Bullshit,” He doesn’t rudely mean this, and you know that; but he can tell when you’re really not doing your best. You shouldn’t lie and hide how you’re truly feeling, it’ll only blow up in your face as time goes on.
“Raphael! Language.”
“Sorry, Mastah Splintah. Y/n…ya ain’t fine.” Your eyes adjust to your surroundings, and you become slightly overwhelmed that everyone is staring at you, all with concern.
Raphael has started to read you and how you feel. He’s still getting the hang of it, but right now, he’s 1000% sure that something’s going on with you.
“It’s probably from how loud it was, it just scared me, is all.” You huff, trying to divert the attention away from you.
Everyone else deems it as you simply getting startled, but Donatello and Raphael think it’s something serious. Splinter really does not want to pry, as it may be a sensitive topic for you to be open about, but he trusts that Raphael will be able to get through to you and really find out what’s wrong.
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“I dunno what ta do, Don.” Raphael sits across from his brother in his lab, as he does some extensive research to come up with some possibilities on what may be up with you. Medical databases, websites, and anything he could find.
“Has this happened before?” He asks, typing on his notepad on his computer. Raph takes a moment and thinks about other times it was as bad as today, but they all seem minor compared to this one.
“Just because they weren’t as serious, doesn’t mean we should ignore them. Was it the same? Reaction to a loud noise?” He asks his older brother. Raphael then hears your quiet laughter coming from the other side of the lab door, followed by Mikey’s voice. Raphael sighs, smiling at the fact that Mikey is trying to make you feel better in some way. He truly does appreciate his brothers.
“Anythin’ with glass. It ain’t just objects fallin’ eitha. She avoids goin’ out when it’s dark unless it’s with me, she’s been avoiding hangin’ with Jade in the nighttime, unless it’s earlia.”
“Hmm…you see, now, I don’t want to diagnose her, I can’t, actually. I’m not a doctor. But…”
“But, what?” Raph asks, anxious to hear Donnie’s answer.
“Given that she’s been almost assaulted by a gang, and had someone break into her apartment, it sounds like she’s showing signs of post-traumatic stress disorder, Raph.”
He’s taken aback by Donnie’s theory with your current mental state and scoffs.
“No way, she woulda told me that.”
“PTSD is something people aren’t aware they have until it gets bad, Raph. The best action you can take as her boyfriend is to offer support so she can have that realization.”
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So, that’s what Raph did.
He gave you support.
It took a few weeks for you to come to the realization Donnie was talking about, actually. You initially knew something was up, but couldn’t put your finger on it.
Up until one night, while you were in the comfort of your own home. It was worse than the first incident in the lair because the setting you were in reminded you of the break-in as well.
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“Whaddya think, Y/n?” Jade twirls around in the 5th and final dress she had to try on for you. It shocked you, but Jade was preparing for a date with, get this,
Teddy.
It all happened so smoothly when Jade decided to walk you to a class pertaining to your major since hers was canceled. You, unfortunately, were still stuck going to class.
Luckily for you, Teddy was aiming for the same degree as you, so you saw him frequently in your classes throughout the new semester. You both decided to sit together once again like it’s tradition.
The football player was already in his usual seat, his bag on the chair next to him, holding your spot. As you and Jade made your way to your spot, Teddy was, quite literally, starstruck with Jade.
So much so, that he immediately asked for her number or whatever social media she had.
“He’s a good guy, Jade, promise.” You whispered into her ear as she was thinking if she should give Teddy the time of day.
“Hmm…tell ya what, Wilds.”
“Yes Goddess Jade- err, I mean Jade?” He plays his sentence off smoothly, whilst scratching the back of his neck nervously waiting for her answer.
“You’re cute, and you seem harmless, so why not?” Yes! You could SEE the fireworks go off in Teddy’s mind.
That man would not stop talking about her the whole time after she left, he was seriously excited that he was already planning on a first date.
The rest is history.
And now, here you are, watching Jade’s cheeks turn red just at the mention of Teddy’s name.
“I think-”
CRASH!
You stop mid-sentence, as a loud crash is heard coming from the hallway outside your apartment door.
“Whoa! What the hell was that?! Hey,- Y/n?” Jade stops talking when she notices you curled up in a ball on your bed. She immediately rushes to your side, confused about what’s wrong with you.
“You okay?” You did mention the fact that you were almost robbed a few weeks prior, but Jade didn’t seem to put the pieces together that your reaction was a result of that incident.
“Hey, it’s okay, you’re safe. I’m right here.” She tries soothing you, but it doesn’t go away. Soon, you’re pushing her away while telling her to stop touching you.
“Wha? Y/n, I’m your friend!”
“Get away! I don’t have any money!”
“Oh…” A lightbulb seems to go off in Jade’s head because she’s telling you to repeat positive affirmations while keeping her distance from you.
“You’re safe, you’re okay.” She repeats for what was the 50th time. She spent 20 minutes trying to calm you down, and it was working.
“I’m…safe…I’m…”
“You’re okay, Y/n.”
“I’m…I’m not okay.” You take a deep breath, physically and mentally drained from all the panic you were in.
“I think…something’s wrong. With me, I mean.” Jade gets up from the opposite side of your room and sits down next to you.
“I get like that whenever glass breaks or shatters loudly, I don’t understand.” You feel defeated, truly.
“How about this, we get some fresh air, while it’s still bright outside?” Jade’s offer is nice, and you decide to accept it.
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‘Jade is truly a great friend,’ you think to yourself. She takes you to one of your favorite spots to get food and tries to get your mind off of things for the time being. She did the best she could, but it was something that loomed over your mind for the entirety of being outside.
So when she walks you back to your place, she asks you if you’ll be fine on your own for this evening.
“I’ll be okay, thanks, Jade. Really.”
“You’re my friend, Y/n, I’m a phone call or text away.” With that, she gives you a gentle hug before returning home.
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“Hello?”
“Hey, Donnie?” You ask, hoping he has some time to spare.
“Hey, Y/n! You doing okay?” He asks sincerely, only for you to sigh on the other end.
“I…no. You’re right, about something being wrong.”
You can hear Donatello shift in his chair, “Oh no, Y/n. It happened again?”
Laying on your bed in a starfish position, you gaze at your ceiling, “It was worse. I…thought Jade was an intruder.”
“Give me a few minutes, Raph and I will be right over.”
When Donnie and Raph did make it to your apartment, they could feel something is off the moment they both step in.
“Hey babe, com’ere.” You walk over to Raph, smiling at him as he embraces you in a warm hug. Donatello greets you and flashes a small smile, as he says he’s going to give you both some time alone before you all talk about what could be wrong.
“Where’s my favorite Stelly-Welly?” Donatello cooed as he searched for your cat in the living room. He’s been obsessed with Stella since he fixed your window, she was just so sweet!
Raphael’s golden eyes stare into yours with concern.
“We’re gonna help ya, don’t worry.”
“Thank you, Raph.” You wrap your arms around his neck and plant a kiss on his lips.
“Anytime, babe.”
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When it came down to Donatello telling you what may be wrong, you were shocked, to say the least. You told him that you would’ve never thought those events would have an effect on you after the fact, months down the line even.
But, he explained that that’s how your mental state is affected. You may physically be okay, but deep down your brain is still expecting the worst of the worst.
So as Donnie showed you the many resources and steps you could take to get help beyond just friends and Raph, you took it.
“If it worsens or stays the same after speaking with a licensed therapist, they may even prescribe you medication,” He says. As nervous you may feel right now, you know that you can’t simply “get over it.” You have to find a way to heal, much deeper than how you initially thought you had been. You’re also not alone at all, it seems.
As Donatello focuses on helping you find a local clinic and a potential therapist, Raphael is focused on keeping your spirits up.
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That was the beginning of your journey to recovery. It wasn’t an easy one, opening up to a complete stranger about the events. But, with time, it worked.
You thank your therapist, Christina, once again for her help. She smiles her usual sweet smile, and tells you that whenever you may need to speak to her again about anything, she’s always here.
“I’m glad Raphael is still by your side in all this, he seems great for you.” She says as her final thought. She’s right, Raphael is truly a great match for you.
“He's done a lot for me, Christina. So much, it’s unthinkable.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Christina tucks a strand of hair behind her left ear, “I’m also glad I was able to be of help to you, Y/n.”
With that, you give her one final goodbye, and you head out of that same familiar birch door that squeaked everytime it was touched, out into the world once again.
You made your way through the bustling city streets, the warm polluted air kissing your face. It’s springtime, and that meant you were wrapping up your spring semester as a sophomore, ready to be a junior. It wasn’t easy, especially dealing with the new mental health crisis you discovered. Not only this, but classes seemed to be longer, the work harder, and the deadlines coming quicker.
But, you were getting through it, and not a lot of college students can say that. By this point, the average person may have dropped out by now, but not you. You’re strong- and you were determined to graduate college.
Since your therapy sessions were finished, you felt hopeful for the days to come. You haven’t had any episodes since the last time with Jade that were THAT bad, but you’re still getting comfortable going out at night.
You couldn’t wait for tomorrow, as you were going to visit your boyfriend. Until then, you’ve been talking on the phone after therapy sessions for reassurance and just to enjoy the sound of each other’s voice.
“I’m glad it worked for ya, princess. I see it. Donnie sees it, too.” Raph says on the other end.
Unlocking your apartment door, you’re greeted by the warm air due to very nice heating, “Thank you guys. Hey, I’m gonna come over tomorrow, I’m gonna go through withdrawal if I don’t see you.” You whine jokingly, well, half-jokingly. Raphael chuckles on the other end, his low voice always sending you down a spiral of restlessness.
“Trust me, I miss ya more, I’ll try and swing by tonight afta patrol, sound good?” The red-banded turtle asks.
“More than good, Raph.”
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“Raphael~!” You sing as you enter the lair.
The living space is empty, except for Leonardo at the kitchen table sipping some tea.
“I’m not Raph, but hello, Y/n. Look, Mikey made me toast.” Leonardo says happily he takes a bite of a slightly darkened piece of whole wheat toast. Leonardo has confessed to you that he couldn’t cook, so he often relies on Mikey for that.
“It’s so easy bro. You just pull the lever down and…actually, Nevermind. Dudette! Hey!” Mikey says as he comes down the stairs with a comic in his hands. You greet and give him your usual giddy hug, and he takes a seat on the couch.
“I’ll get Raph for you. Observe. Ahem, RAPHIE!” Mikey exclaims from his spot, only for Leo to shush him and Donnie to wheel out of his lab on his chair, giving Mikey a dirty look from the darkened corridor and slowly wheeling back in.
Suddenly, you see Raphael and Splinter emerge from the dojo, and you watch as Raph’s amber eyes glared at his younger brother, also giving him a dirty look.
“That nickname is exclusive ta Don, Mikey! It’s our thing!” Raph reminds. Mikey can’t help but laugh, and Leo can’t help but sigh at the situation.
“Hey, Raph.” “Hi, Master Splinter.” You bow at their rat Sensei, as you read somewhere that it was a sign of respect. Plus, the turtles always did it during training or talking with Splinter, so you sort of picked up on it.
Dating Raphael had to be the best decision you’ve made so far. His life…was widely interesting. He had three amazing brothers, all of which work together and are a strong team. He also has an extremely wise father and sensei, who only wants what’s best for his sons.
As for the relationships you’ve built with Raph’s brothers, you find Donnie to be your closest friend out of the three. Donatello and Raphael are beautiful counterparts of each other. Donnie’s sarcasm is very complex and advanced, while Raph’s is just plain crude. But, they both bond over this sarcasm and even bounce off of each other at times. Raphael’s favorite brother was always Donatello.
Let’s not undermine the fact that Donatello understands Raphael completely. He’s your go-to. If you aren’t sure what kind of date you should set up with him, ask Donnie! He’ll gladly help you plan a date with his brother. A happy Raph is a good Raph in that household. Donatello is a great turtle to go to when you need advice. You know, a relationship is rocky, there are ups and downs, and there are exciting times and boring times. But, that’s the beauty of a relationship, that you can get through it all with the same person- er, turtle.
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“It sounds to me that he just needs some time to take in what you said, Y/n.” Donnie says, face coming up from being buried in his computer monitor. Raphael and Leonardo had gotten into a petty argument again. If you remembered correctly, it was something about beating down the PDs or letting them go. Leonardo chose to let them go, and it resulted in a fight between the two brothers.
Raphael did what he usually does when he gets into it with Leo, he calls you. But, this wasn’t one of those petty arguments he and Leo agreed to disagree on, no, Raph was genuinely mad.
“I see where Leo comes from, if they’re not doing anything, there’s no point in poking the bear if that makes sense. Bu-”
“You an me both know tha PDs are pieces of shit.” He interrupts you, which was common if he was upset about something he was passionate about. You can’t be mad at Raph for caring about a topic.
“I know, but let me finish. I see where you come from too, Raph. You still carry the world, it won’t change. But, I think the point of Leo having you all walk away was to show that at some point in your lives, you won’t be able to stop the PDs. If they aren’t bothering anyone, there’s no point.”
Raphael doesn’t say anything, but he sighs on the other line.
“You know,” You start, “As much as I would love to beat the shit out of the PD’s, they’ll just get back on their feet and move on.”
Raph stares at the ceiling, you’re right. Maybe he shouldn’t have been mad at Leo and gotten into an argument about it. It’s not like they constantly argue, it’s just little things they may disagree on. But, this one was the first MAJOR argument they’ve had since Winter’s Corp and the Stone Generals situation.
Raph’s trying. He’s trying not to erupt on you about the situation and your opinion. He can’t get mad at you, he knows this. You’re simply there to listen and give your feelings; you are not obligated to agree with him simply because he’s your boyfriend. He understands that sometimes, you both may disagree on something, but that doesn’t mean it should result in a fight. He’s better than that. He wouldn’t have fallen for you if he thought you would’ve brought drama into his life.
So, to prevent him from saying anything you may take the wrong way, he tells you he’s gotta go, and that he loves you before hanging up.
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Thus, this is where you seeing Donnie comes into play.
“I see he’s trying. He’s trying to be a good guy for you. If he hurt you once, he absolutely does not want to do it again.” The brown-eyed turtle stops typing on his keyboard, and his attention is all on you. Donatello wants his words to get through, and to be a good wingman for Raph when Casey can’t. Truth be told, Donnie feels a little bad for thinking Raphael did nothing during Leo’s absence, so he’s trying to make up for it. In contrast, Raphael feels bad for giving Donnie a hard time as well, so he’s trying to make up for that. They talk more, spend more time together, bond over more common interests, and are a pretty good duo.
So, it’s only right that he helps you with Raph.
Now, don’t get the wrong idea, Donatello is not having feelings for you. He absolutely does not want Raph to think this at all, so he changed little things. He keeps the door open in his lab when you’re in there and he limits the hugs to just greetings and goodbyes (lord someone teach Mikey this before Raph blows a fuse,) he would hate it if Raph got the wrong idea.
“He’s most likely thinking about apologizing to Leo as we speak.” You and Donnie stop talking, and it’s silent throughout the lab, except for the rhythmic beeping from his monitor, and the footsteps of Leonardo approaching the lab door and passing through, his seemingly stressed form trudging its way to the dojo. You wondered how that would go since Raph was also in there. You’d usually spend your time watching him work out or (attempting) to work out with him. But, you knew a lot was looming on his mind, and he locked himself in, so. You really couldn’t get in there.
That is until Leo tries to open the sliding doors, only for them to be jammed.
“You’re kidding. Raph!” Like watching a sibling trying to get in the bathroom while the other is wasting all the hot water, you faintly hear loud knocking on the dojo doors.
A few moments of loud knocking later, you hear the dojo doors slide open with great force.
“Yeah?” You hear Raph’s voice, it’s hard to hear, but you can make out what the two brothers are saying.
“It’s my meditation time.”
“Ya got a room fa that upstairs.” Raph retorts, smirking and pointing up at Leo’s bedroom.
The leader in blue deadpans at his brother, “But I want the dojo,”
“No.” Leonardo sighs. Raphael could push his buttons without even trying, huh? To avoid the possibility of a petty argument over the dojo, Leonardo turns to leave, until Raph chuckles.
“I’m messin’ Fearless. It’s all yours. I ain’t good at sayin’ sorry ta ya…ya know that. So…I’m at fault. Fa not hearin ya out the other night. Whether we here or not, the PDs will continue to terrorize this city.” Overhearing that coming from Raph makes your heart flutter.
Now, Raph listens. He’s a listener when he wants to be. He took what you said to heart, and came to the conclusion that you were right.
“Terrorize is an understatement little brother, but when they do, we’ll be there to stop them. Promise.” With that, Raphael looks at his older brother and smirks as they fist-bump each other. Raphael does not and will not hold a grudge against his brother after the one due to his absence. He let this anger about his brother leaving to train and then staying longer than he intended to seep in and fester. Grow into a despise of his own brother, and that’s what led to the fight on the rooftop.
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He doesn’t want that to happen again. After all, family is everything to Raph. It’s why he’s so protective over his younger brothers because they’re everything to him. They mean everything to him. As for Leo, though Raph may not admit it, he looks up to him in a way. He sees him as this level-headed entity who tries his best, and he sees that. Raph sees it now, as he had this realization after that fight. Leo’s trying, for himself, and for the family. And if Leo could put his heart and soul into trying to become a better version of himself for the sake of the team, Raphael can appreciate his efforts and try to see where he’s coming from. He may not understand it at first, but right now, he does.
To jump back to the previous point, you mean a lot to him as well. That’s why he stops himself from letting that inner anger take control and chooses to leave or change the direction of the conversation.
Raphael was happy. Happy that you were with him, but even happier that you liked his brothers. Like it was mentioned earlier, dear readers: Family means everything to him. If you didn’t get along with his family, he’d have to let you go. It sounds crazy, but family comes first- even if it means having to leave you. It’s something he never had to think about with you or Sabrina because you both were just drawn to his brothers. It may also be because Raphael seems to attract level-headed women, while someone like Mikey may get women who might take advantage of his kindness. Not to say Mikey doesn’t know his worth, but Raph isn’t so gullible. He knows how shit works. He knows how to play the game if there is one.
So, he loved that you got along with all of his brothers so well, especially Donnie. Raphael knew that Donatello needed someone to listen to him and to be interested in what he was saying, so he appreciated that you became that person for his little brother.
“I’m gonna go say hi to Donnie,” You say as you walk toward the lab, you can hear Raph’s footsteps follow behind.
Once you get to the lab, Donnie’s lips curl into a smile at the sight of you- his closest human friend. He gives you a nice greeting that you reciprocate, as you both talk for a few minutes. Once it goes silent between the two of you for a moment, Raphael clears his throat.
“Hope ya don’t mind Don but I’m takin’ my girl away from ya,” Raph says, thinking about what he’s gonna do with you when he gets upstairs.
“Nope, she’s all yours! We can talk more later, Y/n.” Donnie says as he goes to his table of inventions and things that require repairs. He eyes the microwave and scowls. Yes, Leo broke it if you were wondering. As if Leo couldn’t break anything but the toaster, he goes and breaks the fucking microwave. Donatello isn’t even sure how he broke it in the first place. Like, how do you manage to break a microwave, Leo?
Anyway, you give him a smile and wave as Raphael leads you out of his younger brother's lab and up the stairs, all the way to his room. You sit comfortably on the edge of Raph’s bed, the dim light seeping from outside his room. Raph looks at you before winking and closing the door, light coming from the living space is now gone, and you’re left in complete darkness. You could feel him staring at you, and you think he has that sexy smirk he puts on when he wants to make out with you, and you hear him quickly making his way to the bed to stand in front of you, lifting your chin up and his lips landing on yours.
“I thought about…sumthin…well, I think…about it…all tha time,” he says in between kisses. As you moan slightly into the kiss, he places his hands around your waist and moves his lips from yours to your neck. He leaves butterfly kisses all over, not wanting to leave a mark (though he also thinks about this sometimes.) You close your eyes, basking in the pleasure of having your boyfriend kissing and loving on your skin, as you respond to his earlier statement in between breaths.
“Thinking…about what…Raph?” You can feel him getting confident in working with your body, as he lives little nips on your cricoid clavicle. It feels amazing, and you can’t help but moan slightly louder than before. You feel Raph’s lips vibrate into your neck as he shushes you sensually, before working back up to your lips.
“You. When I told ya I loved ya. The first time. I think about that a lot.” Raph says, his cheeks heating up as a result of minor embarrassment. But, as you rub up and down his biceps, he doesn’t feel so embarrassed after your response.
“Wait, you think about that? Truly?” You ask, smiling gently. You know Raph probably can’t see your face, so you let your tone show Raph that you love what he just confessed to doing.
“Yeah…I do. I don’ know why, but it stays in my head all tha time.”
“It’s a core memory, that’s why Raph.” You say, kneeling on his bed so that you’re slightly taller than him and feeling around in front of you for his forehead, kissing it gently when you do. Raph was a sucker for forehead kisses. His strong hands find their way to your waist and latch onto you like he loved to do, and you go back to your original position on the bed. This is short-lived, as Raph gently picks you up and puts you in the middle of his bed, going on top of you and smashing his lips into yours.
“I know I can’t see ya right now, but you’re gorgeous, princess.” Raphael’s deep voice compliments, sending shivers down your whole body. His fingers find their way into your hair, and your fingers twirl with the ends of his mask. Raphael always liked your hair.
A core memory, huh?
Well, his first “I love you” ever wasn’t something he would forget. Not now, not ever.
Raphael was in love with you. He knew that’s what it was because he looked it up. Not only that, but he asked Splinter about it to confirm it was love and not early signs of a heart attack according to Google. Now, you’ve told each other you loved each other already, but we’re focused on the very first time. Because Raphael continues to play it every time in his head before he goes to sleep now.
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“Kneel, my son.” Master Splinter says to his second oldest son. He’s sitting in the dojo after just meditating, surrounded by a soft ambiance and candlelight. Raphael’s nervous body language didn’t go unnoticed by his Sensei and Father.
“First off, how are you, my son?” Master Splinter uses a different tactic when it comes to speaking to Raphael. He knows that Raphael needs someone to listen to him fully, without judging. So Master Splinter asks how he’s doing to establish a comforting space for him to talk, to where Splinter is talking to him as his amazing son, not his student or a troubled young adult.
“Good…I’m good. It’s just…Y/n.” Raphael seems to talk steadily, almost unsure of what he’s feeling.
“Is there trouble in paradise, my son? You are always welcome to discuss your and Y/n’s conflicts with me, I will not look at you both any differently.” The short rat states, stroking his fuzzy beard. But, Raphael shakes his head in response.
“No, ain’t no trouble. Bein’ wit ha…it’s nuthin but paradise. It’s just…I think I love her.” Splinter’s ears perk up, excited to hear that one of his sons is starting to experience an emotion that was thought to be exclusive to only two humans.
“Well, what is the problem with that Raphael?” He asks. Raphael thinks for a moment, then sighs.
“I- I don’t know how to tell ha that. Or if it’s love. It can’t be, right? Is that too much? What if she don’t feel tha same? What if it’s too early fa that? What if I mess up tellin-.” Raphael spits his thoughts out sporadically, unsure of the answers to all of his “what-ifs.”
But, when Splinter gets up from in front of Raphael and puts a supportive paw on his shoulder, he stops rambling and breathes in deeply.
“Listen, my son. Miss Y/n is someone who has shown time and time again she cares for you. She cares for your feelings, if she did not care, she would not have taken you back after your leave of absence from her life.”
Splinter walls around the dojo and goes into a drawer, opening up a small box of lavender incense sticks, and picks one out. Placing it on a nearby unscented candle, it catches the flame and is engulfed onto the end of the stick. After a few seconds, he gently waved it around for the flame to die, watching as the smoke emerged from the end and bringing the scents of the purple flower as well as mint to life in the dojo.
Raphael looks at his Sensei, then at his fingers resting on his thighs, as he balls his hands into a fist, taking in what his father is telling him. He’s right, he always is. He’s right about Y/n, Splinter can see through people for God’s sake.
“It is love, Raphael. If you are thinking this much about it, there is no doubt in my mind it is love. It is only right that it is, you have developed feelings that get stronger the longer you are with her.” Raphael smiles, thank God it’s not early warning signs of a heart attack. Not only that, but now he knows his mind and heart are in sync with each other, and he loves Y/n. He loves her.
“If you overthink like this before you tell her, you will never get the chance to. It’ll come to you, at the moment. Do not think about it, it will come naturally. And who knows, you might be surprised by what she says.”
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As days went on, Raphael was fighting with himself to tell you and to also find the right time to. He was beginning to think there wouldn’t be a right time. But…it was supposed to come naturally. He seemed to forget that part Splinter told him because Raph is a natural overthinker in some situations.
How would you react to his confession?
Well, unbeknownst to Raphael, he was about to find out.
And better yet, it came just like Splinter said it would: naturally.
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Raphael’s nerves were going slightly wild, as he cuddled you on your couch. This was your 4th official date, and both decided to stay indoors enjoying each other’s company. He didn’t reveal what he had made for you, not yet. He was waiting. Waiting for what you may ask? He wasn’t sure.
“Raph, did you wanna spend the night? I would love to continue this on the bed,” You say as you turn and face your boyfriend, pecking him on the lips before you stretch. Raphael follows suit until he remembers he still had something to do before he heads to bed.
There wasn’t going to be a “perfect” time to give you this, so he decided to just go for it.
“Hey I…have sumthin’ for ya, Y/n.” He says. You walk to shut off the TV, maneuvering around Stella so you wouldn’t wake her. Raphael takes this time to get out his “something” for you, and he hopes it’s as good an idea as Donnie said it was.
“Really? You know you don’t have to get me anything, being with you is enou-“ You stop mid-sentence and look at what Raph’s holding.
It’s…so cute.
It mimics the features of a Chinese braided bracelet- one that signifies good luck and fortune. This one, however, has a white “R” etched into the thickest part of the bracelet, which after you put it on, sits on your wrist. It’s simple, yet you couldn’t help but smile your biggest smile at your boyfriend. Raphael looks at you and smiles sheepishly back at you.
“I thought I should make ya sumthin…that reminds you of me when you’re away, is it too much? Don said it wasn’t but then again he’s single and hasn’t-“You stop Raphael from rambling with a hard kiss on his lips. He kisses back with an equal amount of force and passion as well.
“Raph, you took the time to make something for me. I don’t care what your doubts are about It. I love it so-”
“I love you too.” It may have been that Raphael was over the moon with your reaction and that you didn’t finish your sentence and he jumped the gun, but he told you that he loved you.
Too.
It takes you aback, because Raphael had said it as if it’s been on his mind for a while, and it sounds like he’s lifting a big weight off his shoulders. He doesn’t register that you didn’t say you loved him until after. That’s when he panics a little. Now, Raphael wears his emotions on his sleeve, and you immediately see the panic in his eyes. He didn’t mean to tell you he loved you like that. He wanted it to be mutual, and for it to go smoothly.
“Wait, wait, it’s okay! I…I love you too, Raphael.” You say, squeezing his bicep before he gets any more nervous or overthinks the situation. You loved Raph, you really, really did.
So, you look up at him and give him a loving kiss on his cheek. “I love you. I mean that.”
Raphael’s golden eyes seem to light up with a new admiration for you. After all this time, from the first meet to the time you spent together, to the time he completely left you out to dry, to now…you loved him. There was nothing that doubted him at that moment. You said it once more to put him at ease, that you didn’t just say it the first time back because he said it. No, you truly loved him. It’s rare for him, or any of his brothers, to find love. He was hoping there would be women like you somewhere in New York that accepted his brothers as you did him.
Now, it was very rare for Raph to widely smile- much like Mikey. He would usually smirk, or give a normal smile. But right now, he had the biggest smile on his face.
You were the cause of this. Of this sudden euphoria.
******OKAY Y'ALL if you don’t like mentions of rated r activity feel free to skip this part*******
So, it’s no surprise that Raph picked you up and walked to your bedroom, lightly placing you on the bed. He goes to dive in for a kiss, but you decide that it’s time for you to take some control. So, you sit up, and motion for Raph to take your spot on the bed.
He watches you in awe as you straddle his waist, enjoying the show you're giving him on top. You decide to take off the top that you’re wearing, only leaving you in your bra and shorts. Raphael notices every mark you may or may not have, and he loves it. He sees how you chose to wear a red laced bra tonight, almost teasing and enticing him to take it off of you. Give him some time to get comfortable and navigate your body, and it’ll surely happen in a few moments. With the new exposed skin, Raph smirks as his hands find their way to rub up and down your sides, loving how smooth your skin was, and how warm it felt.
“Ya know…yer so…fuckin…sexy,” Raph whispers in between kisses. He loves the sight of you. It’s like a drug he’s rapidly becoming addicted to. As you gave him access to your neck and collarbones, he was ready to paint you and make you a work of art with his signature all over it. Because good God, he was so ready to suck your supple skin. To taste how sweet your skin was, and when it was getting heated, the slightly salty taste it had from light sweat.
You were his, undeniably his, and you were loving every second of this moment. That you allowed him to leave those marks on your neck, as he searched for a spot that would have you-
“Raph, ah~” Bingo. He was understanding how your body worked, what places to kiss or nibble that made you crumble on top of him, and others that made you giggle from it being ticklish.
He just made you moan, and it seemed to have boosted his ego because he was going in with more confidence, and more drive to get you to do it again. Your voice sounded so perfect, he wanted you to sing like that for him again; louder.
“I love tha way ya sound, do it again fa me, princess,” He says, sitting upright and latching his lips onto your chest. He doesn’t want to take you apart just yet, and he begins to leave small love bites right on top of your breasts until he gets to one spot where you make that sound once again, that wonderful moan that signifies he’s doing the right thing. That he’s allowing you to become vulnerable and exposed on top of him.
“Is this okay?” You asked, fiddling with your bra strap. Raphael gives you the same sexy smirk he gave you the first time he kissed you, and it seals the deal.
“More than okay. I want ya, princess.” He says as his fingers dance over your bra straps, which slowly make their way to the hook-and-eye closure on your bra, getting slightly irritated when he can’t unclip it with his larger hands. You giggle softly, and help him out, giving him a smile when you feel the support on your breasts falter, and the only way the bra is being held up is because of Raph’s hands.
Once it’s fully off, Raphael can’t help but feel. They’re soft. They’re so soft. How they jiggled when his hands fiddled with them, and how the small buds became harder and more sensitive due to the fresh cool air and the sexual activity being initiated. He looks up at you with amber eyes full of lust as he begins to dive in and suck in places that send you into a downward spiral of newly sprouted orgasm craving, and a longing for your boyfriend in such a sickeningly sexy sinful manner.
It’s amazing that Raphael can make you feel this way. It’s something that’s unmatched.
So, when you both get comfortable enough to where all the clothing is off you, and he’s looming on top, ready to pop his own virginity cherry, you can’t help but kiss him with pure love right before he slides it in. As he’s in his most vulnerable state on top of you, blushing madly from all the friction and this erection that can’t seem to go away, longing for your soft walls to welcome it home where it belongs, you kiss him again. To let him know that you want this as much as he did.
And holy mother of mutagen, he wanted this bad with you. Because honestly, he couldn’t be more in love with you.
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I have a prompt for you if you're interested! It's for the Captain (of course) in canon (Millennium war vet). I love your stories and I love spamming your inbox haha 🥰! The prompt is preferably the Reader talking to an enemy about our favourite werewolf.
"He (Hans) isn't a monster. You are."
Thank you for everything you write!!!!
I'm interested!! Had a fun short idea with this one-- I hope it's at least a bit entertaining :)
As far as the canon request, i kept it as close as possible for this idea-- altho it still hinges on the idea that he doesnt die to fire. There isn't much romance (maybe if you squint) but there is a bit of gun violence below the cut.
You are a collector of broken things. Just about everything in your humble abode has a story: found broken and then lovingly restored bit by bit. Your favorite dresser. The TV stand that somehow mixes art deco and nature-themed maximalism. The mismatched set of chairs around your refinished kitchen table.
There was art in making something broken into a whole piece again, so when you-- a lucky survivor of the London Incident, as they were calling it-- find a broken man as just a head and a torso still somehow alive, it only made sense to keep him.
Sure, it was a pain in the ass smuggling him back to your little home in the woods. And an even bigger pain, still, to nurse him back to health, he seemed like a fitting addition.
Didn't speak at all, but he was good enough company and liked to linger as a shadow in whatever room you were in. One of the few times you got any input from him was when he'd spelled out his name with his finger on your palm. Hans.
But for as weird as he was, he was harmless. A burnt out super soldier of whatever sort were clashing in the streets and causing all sorts of mayhem. You didn't stick around to watch, but he seemed to be built like one. He was heads taller than you with a stubborn supermodel physique, thin waist and defined abs refusing to cave no matter how richly you fed him. And on top he's got a shock of white hair and tired red eyes-- clearly ain't human, but not something you'd care to press him for.
The first time you see him shift is a bit of a shock. One day he's staring at squirrels fighting in a tree outside your home, and then the next thing you know he's breathing hard and has a pair of canine ears perched on top of his head. And even when you ask you don't get a lot of answers from him, but you do start to leave corn out for the deer so he can sit by the window and watch.
He still moves a bit stiffly in his new arms and legs-- so maybe that was it. A broken old war dog content to live out retirement in your cabin in the woods and watch animals out of your living room window and clean up in the kitchen after you cook a meal.
He was the neatest roommate you've ever had.
That said, folks start coming by. It's not bad. One maybe ever few months. The first knocks on your door and point blank says you've got a monster in your home. You simply reply that you don't really care-- that he isn't hurting anyone-- and sent him away.
So that men sends his friends at all hours of the day. Some knock. Some you catch by just feeling something off in the air. You've even woken from dead sleep to find one speedwalking up your driveway.
They aren't always unpleasant, and most stand down when staring a double barrel shotgun in the face, but there are a few that have ended up as fertilizer in the garden. You didn't really like to think about it, but there were few other options.
So when another comes by one evening, long after old man Hans has gone and crawled into the nest he made I'm the corner of your bedroom (funny that he didn't like to sleep alone), you slip up to the door with your shotgun in hand to answer.
"Well hello," you drawl, "how can I help you?"
There's a stern man on the other side in a suit. They always seemed to be in suits. He's got jet black hair lined with streaks of grey and his face is wrinkled with laugh lines. Inside, you wonder if he's got kids or grandkids.
"Hello," he grunts in greeting, "seems you've got a monster inside. I've been sent here to exterminate it."
"I wouldn't call him a monster," you coolly reply, grip tightening around the shotgun in your hands, "he's a senior trying to live out his retirement."
"He's a war criminal," the man corrects with a shake of his head, "he's with the group responsible for the attack on London." The gun holstered in this man's belt draws your gaze for a second, with his hand stuck in his pockets just below.
"Seems like a retired war dog to me," you assert, "I don't discriminate when I take in the broken."
"He's a monster and needs to face justice."
The man before you can't know the hair thin scars littering Hans' skin. The way he flinches when something bangs. How he hides in his nest from the rare thunderstorm and curls up as tightly as he can, reliving something you can't begin to guess at.
"He's not a monster," you narrow your eyes, "I'd think that to be a better description of you if you try to take him." With that he draws, and you have no hope in raising your shotgun first, so you let him shoot.
Bang.
It's deafening-- probably has the poor guy sitting bolt upright in his bed with wide eyes and a heaving chest-- but you just shrug it off. Doesn't really hurt much any more, either, as silver hisses in your skin before being forced out of the hole as your flesh knits back together. Even at close range, it isn't enough to kill you.
Looking over his wrinkles again, eyes wide with shock and mouth twisted in terror, you just shake your head. "I won't say anything of it if you leave him here," you offer, "but if you insist I'm sure the garden will love you."
He shakes in his nice shoes, training fighting the human instinct of terror, and inevitably turns to beat a hasty retreat as if he hadn't just shot you in your doorway. At least you don't have neighbors, leaving the pair of you the only witnesses to the little exchange. Hopefully they'd stop sending folks like him and you could rest just a bit more easily.
Shaking your head, you go to put your shotgun back in its home in the rack and pad your way up the stairs. Surely enough, Hans is in your room with wide eyes and a heaving chest, stuck in some perpetual memory that has him twitching and whipping his head back and forth.
"Hey big guy," you say in your most gentle voice, "he's gone now. No blood this time." His eyes fixate on you, staring clean through. "Nothing to worry about." You step into his space and reach out to put a hand on his head, petting him between those wolfish ears. "This one ran."
With that, he seems to deflate slightly, calming until his eyes take on their same sad droop and his shoulders a downtrodden hunch.
You pop down next to him into his nest and lean onto a pile of pillows, opening your arms. He leans closer, poking around the new hole in your shirt with his nose before deciding that you're alive and well and dropping his head on your chest.
For what it's worth, you manage to bite back a chuckle at his sweet concern and bring your hands up to hold his head to you where he can listen to your heart beat away in your chest and he can relax with your fingers running through his hair and nails against his scalp until the tension drains from his body and he's left resting against you.
He'll stay like that for the rest of the night, desperate for your reassurance of safety. Some monster he is, you figure, but he's all he needed to be and then some. Just some big, broken company that fit right in at your home.
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Day 12: I would very much like to know how Xanxus would react to a traffic jam haha! Thank you!
Oh, this is just such a fun scenario to imagine…like, I laughed several times just running through this in my head. Thank you so much for sending it in and I hope you’ll enjoy, darling anon!
Okay, so first off, let me make it super abundantly clear that by no means is Xanxus driving this car. One, he has people to do this for him. Two, he is literally the worst driver out of all the Varia members and that is saying something. Three, he’s forbidden to drive by everyone who knows him because of his bad driving and tendency to get extreme road rage if he’s even so much in the passenger seat. So, he just sits in the back and normally sulks and broods or sleeps.
Now, it’s not too often that the car he is in will get stuck in a traffic jam. The Varia tend to take the Vongola’s private jet to where they need to go and then they have a hired car that takes them places, usually under the cover of night.
The couple of times that the Varia has been caught in a traffic jam, they were lucky enough that Xanxus slept through it…even Squalo stopped yelling just to avoid waking him up because all of them knew just how bad the situation would get if Xanxus was awake. Hell, keeping Bel and Squalo from going and doing something dumb was hard enough but Xanxus…oh, nobody wanted to see that. So, they all breathed sighs of relief when he just slept through it.
Except there was this one time. The Varia did not have their normal hired car. The job required a lot of discretion, a lot of flying under the radar and remaining inconspicuous, so a rental van was used, with Levi as the driver (as he’s a surprisingly good driver). Xanxus was already grumpy enough because the flight had been turbulent, the food he was expected to eat was trash, etc., and his temper was keeping him from sleeping. The other Varia members were trying everything they could to placate him and were kind of succeeding in that he wasn’t trying to murder any of them yet…and then it happened. An accident up ahead had caused a complete halt in traffic. Cars were bumper to bumper, both ahead of and behind them.
Xanxus lasted two whole minutes before he started to threaten Levi…three whole minutes before he was trying to go and take the wheel himself. After five minutes…hell broke loose. A bad-tempered Xanxus is an impatient Xanxus.
The rental van arrived back missing a lot of paint off its side, both of its side mirrors, with the windshield cracked and an entire back door missing…Levi might have put those good driving skills to use to try to power through the traffic jam to surprisingly good results.
I mean, good for everyone but the people who were in Varia’s way. The total damages and costs the Vongola incurred to cover funeral and grieving costs or damage repairs were…extensive, to say the least.
Inconspicuous isn’t exactly a great look for these idiots and it was after that incident that the Vongola made sure that none of the routes the Varia had to take to get to jobs in the future included any major routes.
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Based off a dream I had:
What if Trigger (and possibly others) were created using the DNA of old aces. Think Mihaly and other pilots like him. Of course they’re not identical clones, they just kind of shoved the dna of other pilots into some random kids or something, idk, each child matches their own ace. Anyway, these kids are born and taught growing up everything they need to become the next aces, from everything that makes a plane fly to different maneuvers used in a dogfight. They're taught everyday of their life how to be the next aces.
Some of the kinder scientists, those who don't completely agree to the experiment but still participate, take pity on the children and teach them the more human side of life, like food, dancing, overall culture. These scientists are also the only reason the experiment kids weren't allowed to fly until they were adults. They pushed to keep them out of the skies AT LEAST until they were 18, trying to keep them alive for longer.
Eventually, after countless years training, they were sent to different countries to be a part of their Air Force. Trigger, obviously, was sent to Osea. The entire Harling incident was not planned, but they had to go along with it to not risk exposure.
There, without direct supervision, Trigger met the other pilots without having to constantly worry about if what he was doing was right or wrong. The most notable pilot was of course Count. Trigger never hated him for the other man's constant assault, if anything it made him feel more human. So he never fought back, and eventually with their transfer they became friends.
Strider and Cyclops squadron was similar, where he was left to his own devices. And, in doing so, was left learning more about the humanity behind his life. He learned friendship, laughter, companionship, as well as loss, hurt, and desperation. But the most important? Love. After a while Trigger noticed the difference in his and Count's relationship, and soon enough the other made a move that Trigger didn't fully understand but knew felt right.
Trigger was of course modeled after Mihaly. The legendary ace that he was trained for years to beat. But to be honest? Mister x scared the shit out of Trigger. The first time he had even came close to interacting with him, the older man killed Brownie and disappeared without a trace. Trigger didn't even catch a glance of the other man's jet, and yet his overseers pushed and prodded for hours after to try and find a reason for his failure.
Every other time, the fear comes from his own anxiety, rather than that given to him by the constant harassment of scientists.
This is the same man Trigger is designed to be. This is the same man Trigger is supposed to kill. This is the same man Trigger cannot seem to beat. Every time Mihaly appears, someone dies, and Trigger is helpless to stop it. First Brownie, next Champ, then Wiseman. How can Trigger be trained his entire life for this fight and still not stop it? He fears the same man he knows he is destined to become.
Count, as hard as he tries, isn't the most helpful. He doesn't understand what Trigger's going through. He thinks it's just nerves, maybe even a bit of ptsd seeing how many of their friends have died because of him. But the experiment that created Trigger is under such tight wraps that it's impossible for him to truly understand exactly what Triggers going through.
Trigger is nervous to tell Count the truth of his past, too scared to lose the only real thing in his life. He doesn’t know how the other will react, if he’ll take it reasonably well or if he’ll drop everything. He wants, desperately, to trust the other. But with something like this, how can he be certain?
Eventually there’s this whole revelation, probably some newspaper article revealing the whole experiment, I haven’t really thought that far. He’s brought back to the lab, unwillingly, where he meets Mihaly face to face. This could happen before or after the events at Shilage castle, which would obviously change the outcome of the meeting, but either way I think Mihaly would feel bad for Trigger.
He’s practically a kid at this point, at least compared to him. He respects him for the resolve he still has after everything the scientists have probably put him through. After everything Mihalys put him through, though unknowingly at the time. He won’t admit it, but guilt eats at him. He did what he should- treated Trigger as an equal. But knowing that he’s taken away multiple of the only people this kids ever had as a friend still isn’t exactly a comforting thought.
I like to thing he took on a sort of fatherly role for Trigger after everything was done. He had to do something after his (long overdue and against his will) retirement, why not teach the kid who is, in a way, his son? Obviously not exactly, but he shares his dna, so it’s good enough for him. Trigger (and most everyone from Osea) is hesitant at the idea, but they kept this experiment away from Mihaly too, so it was probably for the best they worked things out on the ground.
That’s pretty much all I’ve got, obviously Trigger and Count reunite after a bit and Trigger’s got a bit of a different out view on life now, after a little break from the military and finally getting a feel for life as a civilian. Though it was nice, he hated the feeling of sitting away from a cockpit for so long. True, it was what he was “made” for, but his love for it is entirely his own. Idk politics and all that, but the Osean govt. probably eventually relents on the thought “it’s better and easier for all of us if we just let him, either way we get a damn good pilot so we all win.” And Trigger gets to lead Strider squadron again.
Idk let me know if you wanna know anything else about this I just love weird angsty au’s and this dream was great for brainstorming this whole post.
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Trust Fall | Ch 14b
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Summary: Tony/OC, ‘terrorists made us fall in love;’ IM1 timeline. In this chapter, Tony gets home and starts his campaign to find Emory, and Emory meets Nick Fury.
Length: 2,794
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Excerpt:
“Ready and waiting for your instructions, sir.”
“Good. First: Use any and all means, including illegal ones, to lock down the non-essential medical records of a Miss Emory Autumn for the next twenty-four hours. Be obvious. I want them to know it’s me.”
This is a gamble, because there’s a tiny chance she’s actually in some kind of a medical crisis and that’s why there’s been no word. After all, he has no legal right to know anything about her. Tony’s sure that she’s fine except for the abnormal test results which show evidence of her new abilities, however. They were rescued by US forces, and the US forces tested her blood, found out something interesting, and from that point, the woman he loves disappeared. He’s not going to take that lying down, and he wants whoever has her to know it.
“Shall I also inform your lawyer that you may be brought up for charges sometime before the end of the year?”
“If you like, honey buns,” Tony replies.
Chapter Fourteen: [weather redacted in report of unexplained incident in Afghanistan]
No one brings her dinner.
Honestly, that feels like a pathetic power play designed to force her to use her powers. The only thing Emory respects about the decision is that it seems like they actually do believe she won’t try to escape anytime soon, so this is the best they can come up with.
Two hours later, after she’d spent time running the most annoying scales she could think of, knowing that someone is required to listen to them, the lights shut off. Without a window, there’s no way to know whether it’s actually dark, but she’s been tired for hours anyway. The only things keeping her awake are the dual fears that she’ll dream of Tony and generate power in her sleep unless she’s fully exhausted, and the idea that they can manipulate her by exploiting her jet lag from the time difference. This isn’t a military base, she’s sure of it. She’s back in the States.
Pushing away thoughts of Tony is harder when she’s sleepy, but she does her best, and eventually drifts off.
Emory wakes up to a room darker than she’s been in for at least three months. It’s terrifying at first; the cave had always been lit, likely because the terrorists had needed to make sure they could always see the room, even though that hadn’t stopped the escape, in the long run. The good thing about the room being dark now is that it gives her confirmation that there is indeed a hidden window. Across from her bed there’s a ‘closed bedroom door, illuminated hallway’ effect along the whole wall, at the ceiling. The very darkness of the room makes this line of light obvious. It's exactly the sort of detail that is easy to miss. Who would bother checking the room at night, especially if you don’t tell the people modifying the room the reason for its modification?
As she lays in the bed and stares at the evidence of a hidden window in her room, Emory almost feels like she’s absorbed some of Tony’s and Yinsen’s situational intelligence. Again, she asks herself what Tony would do if he were in her place. The answer that comes to her is that he would seek to eliminate weaknesses and amplify strengths.
An obvious weakness is the IV, as is the surveillance. The three of them had never sought to block or destroy the cameras in the cave, because the consequences would have been too risky, with little to no reward. Here, Emory doubts she could reach them even if she could figure out where they were. Here, she’d spent a lot of her singing time changing positions on the bed so she could examine the walls for their location, but the drop ceiling has multiple stains and defects that could all be hiding cameras. In the dark, there are no discernible lights except for the red one over the door, and the green one at the badge scanner. She doesn’t know much about surveillance technology, but assumes that if Tony can build a suit that can do all the things he’d managed in Afghanistan, it’s likely that there are low-light/no-light surveillance cameras.
Then, it hits her. The IV is probably a test, by now, as they haven’t put anything in it in many hours. They’re probably waiting for her to pull it out herself, and noting how much time passes before she does so. If she takes it out now, and no one comes rushing in, that would reveal that her captors can’t see her (or aren’t watching at night, which is unlikely), wouldn’t it? She could kill two birds with one stone, although Emory’s always hated that particular phrase.
She wishes she had any light to go by, or extra tape, because it would be even better if she could pull out the IV and then tape it so it looked like it was still set up, but that’s not feasible. Slowly, carefully, Emory tugs off one pantleg and presses its inside-out hem against the place where the IV goes into her arm. She won’t be able to see if removing it gets really messy, but the scrubs she’s dressed in are dark navy blue, and the hem is a full inch, the fabric doubled. It’s as sneaky as she can be.
When she’s satisfied that her arm isn’t bleeding, Emory lets the tubing drop, puts her pants back on, and lays back in the bed, her heart pounding.
No one comes.
In her mind, she pictures Tony smiling at her. Emory rolls over with her back to the IV pole and gathers up the energy that simple thought has generated, tossing it up so that it ruffles her hair, just like the song she’d sung so many weeks before.
Stane offers to hold a second presser with some rudimentary information, mostly what Rhodey’s commanding officer has okayed about the rescue and Tony’s arm injury. Obie tells him he’ll even add something about Tony’s experience in captivity, how he’s concerned that by continuing Stark Industries’ current path, he’ll be doing what the terrorists wanted-- namely, making more weapons, the use of which will cause more strife in the region.
It’s an ingenious compromise, really. Obie’s powers of persuasion and spin have always been legendary, even if he has acted like a corporate father (with all the selfish, capitalist behavior that naturally entails) rather than a surrogate one, to Tony. He even persuades Tony that any disparity between their messages today about Stark Industries and weapons is just a hint that things are moving so fast that no one should panic yet.
Tony hands off his sling and jacket to a guy in finance who has the same hair and build as he does and sneaks into Happy’s car with Pepper.
The whole car is silent for the first five minutes, though Tony notes that Happy looks in the mirror to check on the two of them a lot, and Pepper’s facial expression seems frozen into deep concern.
“So none of my letters got through?” he asks, feigning confusion to break the ice.
“You mean you got to write--” Pepper starts to say in a squeaky voice, before she realizes and stops talking. Happy chuckles, up front. “That’s not nice. We were really worried, Tony.”
“Yeah, so was I,” he says, tipping his head back and sighing. “So who was the guy talking to you earlier? Looked like a government stiff?”
“Something like that, long department name, wanted to debrief you,” she says, shaking her head. “We’ve gotten a ton of requests from basically every agency.”
“Say yes if it’s Health and Human Services, have you seen the new undersecretary? I think half of the Senate voted yes just so they could get to see her in the news more often,” he teases. “Speaking of which, do you have my phone?” Tony tries to sound casual, but Pepper knows him, so she gives him a look. He wonders if she thinks he’s trying to make up for lost time or if he’s pretending to so he can con the phone out of her and start making changes at the company.
It’s neither. He wants to ask Rhodey about Emory. Tony can’t shake the feeling that the official who spoke to Pepper knows something about her. The phone he had in the Hum-Vee is gone, sure, but even his backups have backups.
“Did any of the other agencies send someone in person?” he asks her.
“No. I assume this guy is so junior that he didn’t get out of the personal visit. You know, haze the new guy by sending him to ask to speak to Tony Stark,” she says, offering him a sweet smile.
“Hmm.” Tony looks out the window to see where they are. Almost home. “He give you his number?”
“Don’t threaten him, okay? He was just doing his job.”
“What, me? Threaten?” Tony feigns utter shock, which is successful, because Pepper starts to laugh. “No, seriously. I get a sense that I ought to talk to at least one out of the multitude. He showed up in person, that takes guts. Gimme.”
Tony takes the way that Pepper allows herself to roll her eyes just a little when handing the business card over as a sign she’s starting to adjust to his return. As Happy pulls up into the driveway, Tony sees the two of them make eye contact in the rearview, and decides to be magnanimous.
He waits till the car stops, and before Happy turns it off, he says, “Hey, so, it turns out I haven’t been alone in about three months, so how about the two of you go expense a fancy dinner to my account tonight, give me a little space?”
Before either of them respond, Tony opens the door and gets out awkwardly, hampered by the arm injury. As usual, the door unlocks as he walks up, because JARVIS is always watching. He considers going up and laying on his bed, but angles toward his basement workshop instead.
He almost gets emotional when he settles into his chair for the first time and sees the three monitors flicker to life.
“Welcome back, sir. It’s really good to see you home safe and sound.”
“Good to hear your voice, JARVIS,” Tony says. It really is. “Not sure about the ‘sound’ part, though.”
“Yes, well. That was always somewhat in doubt, wasn’t it?”
Tony breaks into a grin. “Damn straight.” He grabs the mouse, opens up a search engine, and starts typing. “All right, I have a few directives, all of which are top priority, house on fire stuff.”
“Ready and waiting for your instructions, sir.”
“Good. First: Use any and all means, including illegal ones, to lock down the non-essential medical records of a Miss Emory Autumn for the next twenty-four hours. Be obvious. I want them to know it’s me.”
This is a gamble, because there’s a tiny chance she’s actually in some kind of a medical crisis and that’s why there’s been no word. After all, he has no legal right to know anything about her. Tony’s sure that she’s fine except for the abnormal test results which show evidence of her new abilities, however. They were rescued by US forces, and the US forces tested her blood, found out something interesting, and from that point, the woman he loves disappeared. He’s not going to take that lying down, and he wants whoever has her to know it.
“Shall I also inform your lawyer that you may be brought up for charges sometime before the end of the year?”
“If you like, honey buns,” Tony replies.
“Very well.”
He’s not going to pause for passive-aggressive reckoning from his artificial intelligence. “Second: I want a rolling notification on any and all instances of the name ‘Emory Autumn’ in all media, police band, and available military radio frequencies.”
“Acknowledged. You should also know, sir, that in your absence, you have been upgraded to the latest version of cellular phone. Your previous backup has been copied over. The device is in its box in the drawer on your left.”
“Thanks, J,” Tony says, not reaching for it yet. He’s got a search he’s about to hit enter on, but he needs to collect his thoughts first, because they’ll be scattered as soon as it populates. “Third: I need an intensive search on all airplane manifests, public and private, domestic and international, on the name ‘Emory Autumn’ for the last forty-eight hours. Use our codeword clearance to unlock the military manifests as well.”
“That will ALSO merit attention from the government, do you still wish to proceed?”
“Yes,” Tony says flatly, suppressing a smile. He loves it when JARVIS gets testy.
“Estimate thirty minutes for full access to military flights. I will send the rest of the results as they appear.”
“Thanks,” Tony says. He hits enter.
The three monitors display three different tabs’ worth of search results on the name Emory Autumn. The middle one shows images. It hurts to see Emory and not know where she is. He clicks on one of the images, a candid red carpet photo that is focused on Rory Fall but shows Emory in a modest but stunning gown standing beside her. She looks gorgeous; her friend beside her is wearing something more expensive and flashier, but she looks gaudy and overdressed in comparison. Even Rory’s hair looks dull next to Emory’s, Tony observes.
“Damn,” he says aloud, realizing. He’s pining for this woman, loading up pictures of her like some weird kind of stalker. What he should be doing is finding out where the fuck she is. Tony gestures, and the picture magnifies on the screen. He has to stop himself from reaching out to touch it.
“Ms. Autumn was the person taken alongside you after the ambush in Afghanistan?”
“Yes.” He doesn’t elaborate. He doesn’t want to know what words might spill out.
“She was listed on a military plane coming into New York yesterday, and an hour later on a flight from New York to Washington, D.C.”
He’d suspected that Emory had been flown out before he was, and this is the confirmation. “D.C.? She lives in California! Get me Rhodes on the phone. Now.”
Rhodey won’t appreciate the pressure, but Tony owes it to his friend to start there before going over his head. And he’s definitely going to go over Rhodey’s head. He’s going to raise hell until he finds out what the fuck is going on.
Emory’s been awake for an hour and a half and her stomach is growling when the light above the door flashes green and it opens. A man walks in. He’s wearing an eye patch and a trenchcoat, and Emory suddenly wishes she had never gone to Afghanistan.
She’s a fraud. A doormat. She can’t see herself being strong enough to stand up to this man, and she never should have pretended like she wanted to.
She’s terrified.
“You asked for the boss. Well, here I am,” the man says. His voice is authoritative and compelling. Emory wishes she could fall through a trapdoor on the floor. She can’t even risk thinking about Tony to make herself feel better, because that’s just what this man wants her to do. “I see you’ve removed your IV.”
“I see you’ve removed--” Emory starts to say, but before she can finish, her visitor holds up a hand.
“Careful.”
“I think you have me mixed up with someone else, someone a lot more brave and ten times more disrespectful,” Emory says, almost laughing. “I was going to say ‘my food privileges,’ for the record.”
“Ah,” the man says, frowning. “That has to do with a stunt your boyfriend pulled on us. He’s figured out how to lock down your medical records, including allergies.”
Emory feels a breeze ruffling her hair, knows its origins, but is nonetheless grateful for the unintentional confidence booster in the word ‘boyfriend.’ Tony’s sabotaging them, in her defense. She could walk on air!
She… actually could. Emory gathers up the excess energy and, carefully, without moving her hands as she ordinarily would, she starts to mentally picture unraveling the ball of energy into a ribbon and tossing it along the floor, hopefully to butt against the fake wall that covers the window and maybe dislodge it a little.
At the same time as she releases the burst of energy, Emory says, “You couldn’t feed me bread and water in the meantime? Or maybe a Dixie cup of water and a vending machine egg salad sandwich would be more situationally appropriate?”
The energetic ball of air strikes the wall with a thump at the same time she says ‘Dixie cup.’ To his credit, the man in the trenchcoat turns his head slowly to look behind him, and then turns back to fix her with a penetrating look.
“Did you do that?”
“If you mean, ‘did I build a fake wall to cover up the fact that the room has a window,’ no, sir, I did not,” Emory says. She’s grateful that she’s sitting in the bed with her hands in her lap, because she’s able to clench her hands tightly around the sheet covering her legs, hopefully without looking like she’s desperately holding onto her sanity.
“I see,” the man says, with gravitas she’ll never be able to accomplish. “Let me start over. My name is Nick Fury. You have information that I need to know. I have information that you need to know. I feel certain we can come to an understanding.”
“What’s in it for me?” she asks, once again channeling Tony.
“Those injections are killing you.”
Next chapter, Emory has a tense stand-off with SHIELD, during which she discovers her new-found confidence thanks to Tony's influence.
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Japan 2020 - Prelude
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I wrote this over 3 years ago but didn't get around to publishing it anywhere. The first 4 days were written on the plane back from Japan with the rest, Friday 28th February 2020 and onwards, written more recently so may be less detailed.
I was travelling with my friend Oli who has been invited to the wedding of his old friend Hiroshi and his partner Aiko.
Japan has always been somewhere I wanted to visit but due to either a lack of money or feeling like I didn’t know enough of the language or both, I didn’t think I was ready to go and kept putting it off as something to do in the future.
Having now been I can safely say that both of those worries were justified, it was an expensive trip and I definitely didn’t know enough Japanese but it was definitely worth going to confirm this so that I can be better prepared for my next trip.
That’s right, some people want to try new things and go to new places but I just want to go back to Japan and do new things and go to new places there. Our 2 week trip crammed in a lot but I feel that there’s much more to see.
Sunday 23rd February 2020
Home
We started our trip around 1:00 AM, with a taxi ride to the bus station, which was closed at the time so instead it was a bus stop outside of a pizza delivery shop. In an effort to make this trip more affordable, we didn’t want to stay the night in London so elected to take an overnight coach to Heathrow, we met some lovely people at the bus stop who were trying to get to Plymouth but we had a much better destination in mind.
The coach was late and they wouldn’t let me take one of my bags on the coach, so I didn’t have much entertainment other than my phone. I had sort of planned to just stay awake for the whole thing, going as far as staying up late the previous night and getting up later in the morning in an attempt to prepare for or circumvent the jet lag.
This proved to be fruitless as I hadn’t really worked out the time differences properly so I decided to sleep on the coach, it was not the most pleasant journey so not much sleep was had. I think I got to sleep around Taunton so from there it seemed to go relatively quickly. There was an incident with the side mirror of the bus but I was asleep at that point so I only heard the aftermath not very exciting but at last we made it to the airport at 5:35 AM.
London
We definitely didn’t go to the wrong terminal first and fight with the boarding machines which didn’t acknowledge us, we definitely didn’t cry for help to the lovely staff there who may or may not have treated us like loverly people who had been wronged by the system before we came to the realisation that we were indeed in the wrong place. But at least we had scouted out the terminal for when we arrived back in the UK and our flight wasn’t until 9:50 AM so we had plenty of time to get to the right place.
After a spot of duty free shopping, tasty coffee and downloading some last minute podcasts to listen to on the flight, it was time to depart. I always find that I have trouble with the pressure on my ears during the flight but after my trip to New York last year, I found it much more bearable on the larger aircraft, but I was still ready with earplugs, noise cancelling headphones and chewing gum.
I managed to sleep a little, I had picked up a Trtl travel pillow which gave a bit more support than traditional travel pillows, again after my trip to New York I learnt that not having any head support sucked and I didn’t want to start off my trip super sleepy, with New York I found it easy going over there as it was only 5 hours behind you just stay up late the first night then you’re all set but coming back to the UK was much worse.
This time we are skipping 9 hours into the future (with jet packs) and arriving early in the morning so sleeping was a must to get the trip off to a good start. Although this was hampered by the strange need of the cabin crew to feed you every 3 hours, let’s turn on all the lights to wake you up so you can eat this muffin, thanks for that but I’d much rather try and get a bit more sleep.
The food on the plane was a bad sign of things to come, we believed we had pre-ordered a vegan meal but expressing this to the cabin staff resulted in a strange double salad meal, I had already decided that I would take a break from my diet whilst in Japan and this confirmed what I had heard about that veganism isn’t really a thing in Japan yet.
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heyy!! could you tell me about your killjoy selfship?? :D
HI!! <3 omg hi akfhabsakdn my whole body just perked up like a dog’s does when you say “walk” or “treat”
yes absolutely thank you so much for asking!!! truly I was never actually expecting someone to ask me abt that so I apologize for the late response; I had to organize my thoughts in a way that would actually make sense to other people lol. and I don’t know a ton of killjoy lore anyway so this may or may not make sense but!! oh well!!
soooo this is my killjoysona :DD I have yet to actually draw and color her properly but she’s basically me with cooler hair (she dyes it any time she can find new colors), better style, a dirt bike, and a ray gun. and a cooler boyfriend. her name’s Carbon Cavity. like I said she’s me but awesomer <3
here’s a sketch I did just for you + a picrew I made a while back (that’s as close as I could get w it lol but I really need to properly draw her soon,, aah)
anyways,, so the self ship part comes in when she’s dirt biking around and comes upon an old abandoned department store or something and is like, oh hey. I’ll just pop in there and raid some shit real quick. little did she know the Fab Four got there first and already figured out the building was all locked up so ghoul rigged up a bomb to blow the doors open and uh. had already taken cover for it to go off and it went off when she was like 50ft from the door 😀 so the four came back out and lo! a body on the ground! so they’re freaking the fuck out and she gets back up like wtf just happened?? and the four are like OH GOD ARE YOU OKAY and ofc she can’t hear a thing but her ears ringing bc a fucking bomb went off in her face basically so she ends up hanging around w them in the store til her ears stop ringing quite so much.
so she’s deaf in one ear from that lmao.
but anyhow she ends up following the four back to the diner cuz she’s just been going around crashing wherever anyway, might as well right? 🤷♀️ but turns out she’s cool and they’re cool and they all like each other so much she ended up never leaving hehe,, aaaand she liked fun ghoul the best <33 even tho she still brings up him blowing up a bomb practically in her face <333 (“I DIDNT FUCKING KNOW YOU WERE THERE!!”)
like she flirts by being mean (affectionately ofc) so originally she would just keep bringing up the bomb incident to ghoul to make fun of him kinda,, like she’d volunteer for first watch one night and he’s like no carbon you had it last night, I’ll take it this time it’s fine. and she’s all like “mmmm sorry bub I can’t hear ya that well… had this close encounter with some guy’s bomb going off, see? so I’m deaf in one ear now” and he’s just like 😑 … fuck you carbon. and she just giggles but she lets him take the watch anyway. but yeah so they mess with each other a lot and somewhere along the way they started doing it more for each other’s attention and less to be funny. AND on top of that she’s really affectionate (hugs the guys regularly, has sat in jet’s lap once in the trans am and in kobra’s once on a dare, and has fallen asleep on each of the four at least once), AND has to lean really close to them to hear them better sometimes bc yk. hearing problems. and they’re both kinda stupid so party, jet, and kobra literally figured out the other two liked each other soooooo long before the two even realized it lol.
anyways it all comes to fruition one night when they’re changing watches, carbon taking over from ghoul BUT ITS LIKE RLLY AWKWARD YK BC THEY’VE BOTH FIGURED OUT THEIR FEELINGS BY NOW BUT HAVENT FIGURED OUT THE OTHER PERSON’S,, LFHSKDJFJSK— so carbon heads out to wherever ghoul’s stationed and it’s like. she says hi and he says hey, and she kind of just expected him to hug her goodnight and go after that but he doesn’t so she sits with him in silence for a good while, sorta just waiting for him to go in to bed and also just trying to enjoy this rare alone time w him without overthinking it too much. eventually he scoots a little closer to her and puts his arm around her. she lays her head on his shoulder. still neither of them say anything for another ten minutes or so.
until finally she says, “ghoul?” it comes out quieter than she expected it to.
“hm.”
“you should go in and get some sleep, I’ll be fine out here.”
“mm, yeah… I guess you’re right.” and he nods a little but doesn’t take his arm away; she hasn’t lifted her head from his shoulder either.
another minute of silence. “you cold?”
she looks up at him. “sorry?”
he leans closer and repeats the question. she shakes her head ever so slightly and tries to ignore the way her heart skipped when he leaned down. “oh. no, I’m fine.” they haven’t broken eye contact since he first asked.
“you sure?” he says it quietly on purpose this time. when she inevitably inclined her head to have him say again, he leans in and kisses her cheek instead. (!!!!)
she pulls back slightly to look at him for barely a second, then leans in and kisses him proper !! aaaaaa -
eventually ghoul does go in and sleep :’) but not before a few more kisses and a very sweet confession discussion <3
and in the morning when they all get up, carbon hugs party, kobra, and jet good morning and she gets to ghoul and he kisses her instead <33 to which party goes FUCKING FINALLY YOU GUYS.. and kobra and jet exchange bets across the table,, alrjwkdjd
AAAND I’m gonna stop there bc I really need to go to bed but I really really wanted to answer this first akdhaksjak </3 thank you sm again for asking!!! this was so fun to ramble about :’D I could go on abt this forever probably so if you wanna hear more just lmk!! there are many antics in my brain I would loveee to talk abt sometime hehe
#THIS IS SOOOOO LONG ALFHAKDJ SORRY EL#my heart rate literally doubled when I read the ask I was SO excited abt this 😭😭😭#tysmmmmm#eve's asks#also! fun little tiblet: carbon had a little thing with jet for a while before she figured out she liked ghoul#like they held hands a lottt.. kissed a few times… but eventually it kinda just died out and both of them were okay with just being friends.#carbon cavity#fun ghoul#killjoysona#selfships
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So, I'm sure you guys don't know this but, the wind blow a tree on our new house. Did some damage to the front, the flagpole, the back fence, and the pergola. So it's been a bit hectic lately with that, as well as a whole bunch of other things.
Anyway, the night of the tree incident, we called a 24 hour tree removal company. They responded fairly quickly. It was a man, close to the same age as my husband (49yrs). He was a very heavy set man with a large belly, (nothing like my husband) but coincidentally he had the same name as my husband.
This got me very wet.
My husband's name isn't very common, but I do hear it in the movies every once in awhile. I've also never met anyone else that shared his name.
Anyways, another man sharing my husband's name just made me crazy wet. I don't know why, it just did.
( If you have any ideas as to why, please let me know.)
The man quoted us a price for the job and got to work.
Another guy showed up to help, and later I found out it was his son.
Personally I didn't even take notice of his helper, my focus was on the man. My panties where becoming wetter by the second, as I watched this man, same name as my husband, in a bucket truck, and a chainsaw.
My husband could definitely tell I was into this guy, and suggested I put on something more sluty.
He didn't have to ask me twice.
I rushed to our room and changed into my smallest skirt and my smallest top.
My husband watched as he saw the excitement in me.
Throughout the night the man and his son worked cutting down the tree.
I watched from outside for the most part, with him only focusing on the work at hand.
Several times I watched him from the security cameras, wondering what was beneath that large belly of his.
Later that night he came inside to explain the details of the job, and take payment.
He was speaking to my husband, but staring at me the intire time. He lost his concentration when I started to lift my skirt up little by little, exposing my tiny g-string panties.
The man said he'd take partial payment now, and the rest when he comes back to remove the aftermath.
That's when my husband left us alone, while he went to get cash from the other room.
The man continued to stare at me as I waited to see if he was going to make a move.
I slightly nodded, then licked my lips, encouraging him and giving him permission.
Then with a quiet sigh he reached out and felt me, his fingers grazing my knee and working their way up my thigh to my quivering cunt. I wasted no time in unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants.
I leaned down and put my lips around his dick and enthusiastically started sucking and spitting to get him as sloppy as possible.
After only a few seconds he was already getting close to the edge.
I then swallowed every jet of cum he pump into my throat.
He quickly buckled his pants, as though he was scared my husband was going to catch us on his return. Little did he know that this is the norm for us, and either hubby was watching us the whole time or he was at least listening to us.
After the man was all buckled and zipped, my husband returned with the money.
The man very nervously said that he would write the invoice for a thousand dollars higher, so we wouldn't have to pay the insurance deductible out of pocket.
So that was nice of him, lol.
Once the man and his son left, there I was standing infront of my husband, my skirt around my waist, my panties soaking wet, and with leftover semen swimming around my mouth.
Hubby asked me "how was it?"
Where ass I replied "come taste for yourself".
My husband ended up fucking me senseless that night.
Fast forward to yesterday, I left work early to drive my mom to a doctor's appointment, then rushed home in hopes of finding the man and his son.
Unfortunately the man had dropped off a guy to do the clean up.
I say unfortunately because even though I was ready to suck and fuck whoever was there, the guy was either on some heavy drugs or mentally disturbed in some way.
So...as you can tell , not all my adventures have a great ending. 🤷♀️
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Hi I have more coaster!town writing for you
One day I'll write a something for this that,,, doesn't take place at Cedar Point LMAO
Robaire was standing in line for Valravn, arms crossed and eyes unfocused. He'd been fighting back a yawn for the past two minutes. Should he have given himself time to adjust to the jet lag before hitting Cedar Point? Maybe, but wanted as much time there as possible.
The yawn escaped, and he let out a dissatisfied sigh. Getting in line for Valravn first thing might have been the worst decision he'd made in a long time. Being surrounded by the general public when he had this little patience was bound to end-
"Last time I was on this, my seatbelt came undone, and I had to hold the restraint down!"
Oh for fucks sake.
His eyes locked on the pair in front of him. They spoke much too loudly for people standing as close together as they were.
He couldn't stand those kinds of people, the people who seemed to want everybody else in line to be as afraid of the ride as they were. At least the seatbelt thing was an honest mistake, maybe they were talking about a different ride? One that actually had seatbelts as well as full restraints? They just didn't need to announce-
"And then the person after me had the same thing happen, and they fell off! I don't know if they lived or not, but they closed the ride for the rest of the day after."
"That didn't happen," he said before he could stop himself.
Well. I guess he's doing this.
"Excuse me?" The person turned to face him. "I wasn't talking to you."
"Really? I wasn't sure, you were talking so loud the whole park could hear you." Yikes, a little rude Robaire. "Look, it's okay to nervous, especially if you've had a bad experience with a coaster in the past, I just don't want you ruining the experience for everyone else in line."
"I'm just saying what I saw."
"Valravn has never had an incident like that."
They scoffed. "This kind of thing happens all the time. Look it up."
Oh, that made his blood boil. He breathed in through his nose.
"Trust me, someone falling off a major coaster by one of the most reliable and safe manufacturers at arguably the most popular amusement park would make the news. Restraints don't just come undone mid-ride, their default position is locked, even if there was power outage or something."
"Well-"
"He's right." Someone slipped by the stand beside him. "Valravn, as ferocious as she is, has never had something like that happen."
Ferocious was... not the word he'd use to describe a B&M dive coaster, but he wasn't about to pick a fight with the guy who'd swooped in to agree with him.
"How would you know that?" They grew even more defensive. "I bet I spend more time at this park than both of you combined."
"I work here." He gave her a sly smile. "I highly doubt that."
The pair was directed through to take the last two seats on the stationed train. The one who'd be spewing bullshit was red in the face, from anger or embarrassment Robaire wasn't sure.
The newcomer sighed. "GP."
"You an enthusiast?"
"And proud." He offered Robaire a hand. "Name's Aaron."
He shook it. "Robaire."
"What're you doing at Valravn this early in the day, Robaire."
"Rookie mistake, I know, but I'm so tired I wanted to ride something easy before hitting Vengeance or Maverick."
"Hey! Maverick's my ride!"
"Really?" He watched Valravn's train depart. "God, I love it, it's so intense."
"Oh, so you're definitely an Intimin kinda guy. I305 in your top ten?"
"Top five." Robaire nodded. "What can I say? I love some high G's."
"You always this tired in the morning, or are you travelling?"
"Just flew here from Cali, but I'm from Toronto."
"Oh! Canadian I see! Resident of Canada's Wonderland?"
"Platinum pass holder."
Aaron laughed. "Of course."
"You work here, yeah? That's the dream."
"It's pretty sick," he agreed, "it's great to be around such a cool collection of coasters."
"No kidding, there's so much history here."
"Right?"
"It's so nice to meet other enthusiasts," Robaire mused.
"Yes!" He clapped his hands together. "Especially out in the wild. Hey, I'm heading to Canada's Wonderland in a couple weeks, would you wanna meet up there?"
Was this guy serious? That shouldn't even be a question! He would take any (any) excuse to hang out with other enthusiasts, it's not like they spring up just anywhere.
"Sure, yeah!" A train pulled back into the station. "Just let me know the dates so I can book it off work. If we stop at my locker after this, we can exchange contact information?"
The guests departed, and the gate opened to let the next group on. Robaire followed Aaron as he made a beeline for the front.
"I'd like that." Aaron pulled the restraint down. Robaire turned to face the lift hill, unable to keep the grin off his face.
#know-it-all robaire my beloved#it's good intentioned I promise#he wants to educate 💆#meeting t just BOOSTED his energy#he doesn't know it yet#but he's gonna ADORE this guy#idec he's gonna fawn over t so much#ty ty ty#coaster*town#4town#4*town#4 town#4town robaire#4town aaron t
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